女士们，先生们，快下注吧！
在这些慈善舞会中，我们确定能得到一些客户的慷慨解囊
尤其是这些贵族夫人们！
贵族阶级当然有高雅的行为
这些受过教育的土豆。
快看那个人！
Yoo-hoo.
伙计们
在文明社会，我们不说 "yoo-hoo."，我们说"yoo-whom."
-嗨，尼克。 -嗨。
你的伙伴，查尔斯夫人。
你好
你说出了我的心声。
你在这个舞会中干什么？你不是在办案吧？
查尔斯夫人认为我们能应该教育那些不准时的人。
她想为她的小尼克创造一个舒服的气氛。
小？这个小孩子怎么样？
这个小孩子很好。
谢谢你的教导
在镇里，他可以在15分钟内破坏任意保险箱。 he can crack any safe in town now in 15 minutes.
Thirty-one and black.
Thirty-one and black. Mama, that's us.
你不应该这样和我朋友说话，他们很敏感的。
我不是有意伤害他们，相反我很喜欢他们。
他们是完美的绅士，甚至他们的指纹也很完美。
我想到了一个好主意。
-什么？ -让我们回家吧。
什么落在家里了？
-你，还有我的烟斗，我的拖鞋。 -我觉得你在变得不行了。
亲爱的，给我我的烟斗，我的拖鞋，还有一个美丽的女子。
-然后你也可以拥有我的烟斗和拖鞋 -听起来不错，但我们还是呆在这儿。
女士先生们，巴迪·霍利斯带着他著名的单簧管来了！
That reedman is really whacked up tonight.
You'd be sporting a whack-job, too...
if you were carrying a torch like him for that little cookie.
麦克斯，接上。
什么情况？你晕船了吗？
还是这个乐师的状态有点糟糕以至于你难以掌控？
巴迪·霍利斯，这个“绝妙”的人 The sensational Buddy Hollis.
听上去更像一个小孩吹笛子，他的调子也是。 Sounded more like a kid with a kazoo. And his own tune, too.
这太糟糕了， It's bad enough getting on the jumping juice...
disappearing for days, forgetting where he's been.
他回来后根本不在状态
如果你问我，这个小子肯定要大发雷霆
那你希望我怎么做？
也许你应该和他和好。
这会让你和你追捧的那些贵族夫人更方便吧？
你一直在偷看。
我要发脾气了……
把巴迪踢开，就为了你这个好色之徒？
原来你在这，演奏台太挤了吗？
也许你该像我一样把伙计们带出来
抱歉，老版
你介意带你的女友走吗？
前女友
他总是给每个人的生活带来阳光，是吧？
呆在这种阳光下太久，会让你得到三级烧伤。
你要去哪
我可不能长时间不喝点东西来忍受你这个油嘴滑舌的人。
-坐下。 -你什么意思？
我说，坐下！
伙计们，你们最好快去那儿，快点！
亲爱的，巴迪
让他起来，他没有受伤，让他滚出这儿，他很好。
你不应该撞他！
我该让他用他的单簧管把我的头发弄乱？
他被打了，他不能把单簧管举得很高
-那你希望我当时怎么做？ -就你做了的。
-他的事弄完了，快出去。 -再等一下。
我不想再看见他，快滚出去
接下来干什么？
试着让这个船变成打渔船吧。
放轻松，这支乐队是我的事情。
在这艘船上，就是我的事情
如果这是你想要的结果……
今晚过去后，我们就分道扬镳
我不想这模块逃离尘世，汤米。
在甲板的顶部有一张卡片
米奇·托宾已经为我订了一个舞厅。
我和他30周赚的钱比和你30年赚的都还多
你看见了，你的代言人对我做的好事
这周围难闻的气味肯定就是因为你的“感激”吧？
“感激”？
记得提醒我去查查这词的意思。
-我等哈回去你的办公室拿我的钱。 -钱？
记得提醒我去查查这个词的意思。
我需要那笔钱，有人在压榨我
如果我带着包裹离开，我会拿出里面的所有东西
记住，没有什么是愚蠢的
他在这
抓住他
什么情况,Al？
-听说你要去旅游？ -是啊，第一站，迈阿密。
我有许多朋友在迈阿密
想让我去让他们来看你吗？
我会在离开前给你钱
不急，我们会在一起直到到岸。
如果米奇·托宾在这，我会立即还你我欠你的钱。
-我刚刚和他谈好了。 -米奇·托宾就在这。
米奇？
嗨，汤米。你认识汤米·德雷克
-我觉得我和他很亲密。 -对啊，他是你的粉丝嘛。
-有什么事，孩子？ -我最终会和布兰特出去。
一切都好？
是，都安排好了，除了……
-我需要一些钱。 -没问题，你想要多少。
我需要12000美元
12000美元，那是一大笔钱啊
我最近运气有些霉，米奇，但是……
不会有问题的，我会把我的旅游钱给你。
我知道，但是有时火车脱轨，飞机坠毁，你也可能突然死去
我认为这事完了。
你想的太远了，我在靠岸前就需要这钱
我喝酒后我能够思考得更快，来吧，让我们坐下。
-但这很重要。 -来吧。
你想吃东西还是跳舞？
我确信你不会想丢掉这个。
-谢谢 -不用谢
-非常感谢。 -你太客气了。
这是一条美丽的项链，
-噢，查尔斯先生。 -嗨，
我们一直在寻找你。
-你肯定认识亚先生吧。 -是的
我们在座位为你留了位置。
它在这房间的另一个尽头。
我们还有约，抱歉。
-好。 -再见。
再见，
-他们是谁？ -就邀请我们的人而已。
-你应该记得这亚先生。 -我应该？
他曾带着价值千万的古董出席这个博物馆。
-他们？ -是啊，他们很好。
他对于一个拿着枪的小伙似乎更好。
枪？
是啊，就在刚才我们锁东西的时候我感觉到它了。
如果这种情况一直存在，我会给你弄件防弹的衣物。
你觉得像布兰特这样的投资商人……
会把整个晚会的收益全给慈善机构。
你们就太天真了。
-是的，他是天真， -珍妮特安排的这个晚会。
我不相信她会迫使布兰特干那种事。
-这不难想象。 -嗨，布兰特先生。
-你认识这儿每个人。 -你有什么事？
我们刚刚在谈论你的慷慨。
-我在亏本。 -我也这么认为。
和你女儿跳支舞吧。
-我能够现在跳舞吗？ -珍妮特刚刚跳完舞。
-我认为她很累。 -我喜欢跳舞。
-詹妮特。 -大卫，请。
也许，我们该换个时间。
爸爸，如果你去看看我的身份证，
你会发现我到了可以自己做决定的年龄了。
-菲尔。 -亲爱的。
我不认为高贵的亚先生会喜欢……
他的女儿嫁给一个像我一样的小子。
明天，他就阻止不了我了。
你确定要坚持这样？这不是游戏。
这会变成很自然的事情。
我要去办公室拿一些东西，还有钱，
十分钟后在甲板梯口相见。
暴风雨又来了。
谢谢你，伯莎。告诉查尔斯先生他的早餐准本好了。
在看漫画前先吃了玉米。
-但是，妈妈。 -尼克，吃完早餐。
-早安，儿子。 -嗨，爸爸。你看起来很高兴。
美好的一天，我已经为它准备好了。
- 你看上去像书上的君子。 -不是我看的书。
我吃完了。
天啊，又一件谋杀案。
你怎么看？
-这是一个圈套。 -什么？
我就知道罗伊不应该相信那个阿斯利克·安妮。
她就是男扮女装。
-安妮是一个男的？ -当然，这是一个死亡宣告。
一个女人在经过镜子时肯定要看看她的妆掉没有。
“Dame(女人）”？
这是爸爸经常说的。
我从没说“dame”
我总是说的“doll（漂亮的姑娘）”,“dish（美丽的女子）”
无论如何，这是一个精明的推理。
不要扔掉这报纸，我想读读关于这件谋杀案的事情。
也许我们能找出真相。
-阿斯塔，阿斯塔！ -你爸爸不再对谋杀案感兴趣了。
-拜拜。 -拜拜？
尼克，钢琴在起居室里。
-但是我今天要去玩。 -他不能够等哈再练习么？
他中午要去亚先生那儿去见他的伙伴，
他们会让他演奏，我想让他处于最佳状态。去吧。
阿斯塔，你在外面呆着。
来吧，阿斯塔。
-加油。 -尼克？
过来。
我明白我为何担心吗？
他一整周都在逃避他的钢琴练习。
我觉得你屁股需要被打几下才舒服。
-打屁股？ -是的。
-那好吧。 -嗯，我是他妈。你是他爸。
-我不会打他屁股。 -尼克。
到这来，儿子。
我很抱歉要对你进行矫正行为。
我觉得他们是这样做的。
你很聪明，尼克。
作为“奖励”，你这一周不要再听广播。
-但是，妈妈。 -你的妈妈总是正确的。
回你的房间。
你知道这只手套吗？
-你干啥，诺拉。 -再说一遍，查尔斯先生？ - Why, Nora. - Pardon me, Mrs. Charles.
布兰特夫妇想要见你。
夫妇？
珍妮特·亚，她嫁给他了。
她告诉我他们要私奔。快来。
这对新婚夫妇。
-祝贺你们。 -嗨。查尔斯先生。
-真让人吃惊啊。 -查尔斯夫人。
祝贺你，布兰特先生。
如果你们出去了又回来，我可以给你们些米饭。
我们也想给你们一些鞋子，但我们穿着它们。
请原谅我们，我们从亚特兰蒂就陷入爱河了。
-当我们读报纸的时候…… -噢。外面那件事情？
- 这是为了庆祝你们吧. - 庆祝?
查尔斯先生为了这种情况一直保留这一瓶威士忌。
尼克，那瓶威士忌在哪？
它在我的红色睡裤里，在左脚。
坐吧。
伯莎，给我们拿些冰汽水。不要吝啬，我们还有。
希望你们不要介意这么早喝这个。
我也可以喝一杯，庆祝你被选为公众敌人第一号。
也是通过亚先生，你懂得。
- 你发现了！ - 它在右脚。
查尔斯先生，我认为你一直搞错了。
- 你读过今天早上的报纸吗？ - 还没有
我还没度，但是，我知道……
菲尔没有做这种事。
我知道许多人听说他威胁过德雷克，这让他很难堪。
但是他只是试图吓吓那小子。
这就是我们为何来找你们寻求帮助。
菲尔没有杀任何人。
抱歉
我很想更深讨论这件事，但是恐怕我要去接电话。
但是，尼克。
亲爱的，布兰特先生在被警察通缉。
我们没有通知警察就留他在这……
这会让我们成为这事的从犯。
我不认为你很适合昏暗的监狱。
我很抱歉我们不能喝一杯。也许，下次吧。
- 这很正确。 - 我不想表现得不好客。
来，把这瓶酒带走。
我想这个枪击案是特意针对你的。
- 不。 - 这才是威士忌的正确打开方法。
- 发生了什么？ - 快回你房间。
这是报纸上那个杀手。 That's the murderer from the paper.
稳住他，我去打电话给警察。
你回房间去打。
发生了什么？
- 你刚刚看到有其他人吗？ - 上个10分钟我没看见任何人。
马上回来。
有人受伤吗？
对啊，我一个老朋友被打成渣了。
发生了什么？
- 一些醉汉为了四号的事在排练。 - 在九月份吗？
他喝醉了。
你有什么发现吗？
是啊，不要热情款待新婚夫妇，当你读了早报后。
这是查尔斯的公寓。
警察来了，快躲起来。
他在哪？我们有线报说有一个疯子在这儿。
- 这是啥，血？ - 我也希望是。
查尔斯先生和我准备收拾儿子的战舰。
这儿有事情不对劲，是吧？
我想我们儿子听多了广播。
- 我们一直在听那个。 - 等一下。
你会在警署升职，
如果你带回了菲尔·布兰特，对吧？
- 菲尔·布兰特？ - 给你的小惊喜。
进来吧。
他们在这。
我的小乖乖，菲尔·布兰特。
这是我经历过的最甜蜜的出卖行为。
你少说话会好一些。
但他没有射杀任何人，有人还想射他。
查尔斯夫人，你是目击者。
故意的。
布兰特先生也许用一些骗人的把戏来戏弄某些人。
但是我可不想被他越带越远，甚至被戏弄。
有人真射了他。
通过他自己的特殊方式。
一个巧妙却过时的转移嫌疑的把戏。
在电影里他们会说：“他们往那儿去了。”
你很正确，这是一个过时的东西，非常过时。
这是一个谎言，他自己知道。
但是她是伟大的尼克·查尔斯，天才大脑。
我们过来寻求你的帮助
但你却把他送上电椅。
女士，把这些留给律师吧。
谢谢你，查尔斯先生，再次感谢。走吧。
我仍然不敢相信那个射手水平那么差。
他就是那个水平。
- 什么，那你为什么？ - 亲爱的，
如果布兰特自由，这儿会有 其他射杀。他们中某人会继续攻击他。
他在监狱更安全。
- 那你觉得他没有杀德雷克？ - 布，我不知道。
我想监狱暂时是最好的地方。
但是如果他是无辜的，而且不能证明呢？
那监狱就不是暂时的了。
- 警察犯了一些错误。 - 噢，这真是让人高兴的想法。
就是我一直想的。
当然，如果你在那种情况……
那就不会有错误。
这确实是一个让我去工作的好方法。
- 好了，勒格蕾夫人。 - 我的尼克。
要不是时间限制，我们不会和警察一起。
没有新发现，继续找。
- 嗨，马克，情况咋样。 - 抱歉。
我们这个下午从剩下的小伙那得到了你的照片。
没有人可以上船或下船，在没经过允许前。
你觉得德雷克是被什么枪打的。
专家有点懈怠，但他们会查出的。
-嗨，你得到了允许吗？ -允许？
什么时候这个宁静的城市 在海滨散步也需要允许了？
这儿会有一封通知在早报上。
现在什么情况，卡拉汉。
巡逻者戴维又饿了，他要去吃点三明治。
在外面甲板上坐着也能给我胃口。
你要什么？
周打汤，要热的。我的风湿病要杀了我。
今晚要出去吗？
那当然，无论何时这都是工作。
即使身体有些不方便，比如冒着肺炎的风险。
迈克尔·卡拉汉已经得了这病。
再拿一些火腿带走。
这次不要辣腌菜。
不要辣腌菜。你呢？
一些火腿带走，不要辣腌菜。
30美分。
桑迪，我希望你的周打汤能像雾霾那样浓。
嗨，你！
-快离开这船。 -你是谁？
滚出我的船，你说我是谁。
你想赚很快捷的5美元吗？
快上船。
我想让你载我去那个赌船。
快离开这船。
- 25美元。 - 快上来 。
由于25美元，我可以直接给你这船。
谁在那？
我不能看见你们。
我是基德船长。你看不见我的耳坠吗？
是你啊，卡拉汉。
这是从你那下来的吗，卡拉汉。
你是回答问题的而不是问问题的。
如果你不能解释船锚停在水域外。
船锚？水域外？
我马上去看看。
暂时呆在这儿直到我叫你。
卡拉汉，这儿没有船锚在水域外。
这儿有个小艇，这小艇怎么到这的？
这检查员不大整洁，是吧？
宝贝，你发现了什么？
这只是一个刀片。
噢，不。
不可能是毛姆。 （注：毛姆的作品《The razor’s edge》即《刀锋》）
谁在那？
是我，大眼睛。你还以为是谁，海军上将哈尔西？
- 你在干啥？ - 四处走走。
你知道有其他到这船的路吗？
这是你的三明治。
你在哪得到它的?
-你带给我的。 -怎么可能？心灵感应？
当你让我去看船锚的时候你放到箱子上的。
- 什么船锚？ - 船锚……
看，卡拉汉，你已经过了退休的年龄了。
你为什么不去领你的退休金？
如果你再暗示我给了三明治
那好，谁干的？带着耳坠的基德船长？
卡拉汉，如果你没有给我带这个三明治
那我们有不速之客了。
那是什么？闻到了什么有趣的东西？
大师。
"记住我爱你，弗兰."
"不忠，琼."
“给汤米，你这条狗，但是我无法帮忙。爱丽丝”
安静，阿斯塔。
“在星空之下，通过汤米·德雷克和管弦乐队认识”
"短笛的部分"
安博伊先生的发痒的手。
我会带走这首曲子
如果你担心我突然唱起来，短笛部分会很难唱的
-我说了，我会带走这首曲子、 -注意你的刀。
只要我开口，我的狗会把你咬成碎片。
-在我把刀插入你心脏之前把东西给我。 -好吧，你赢了。
我相信我的老肾脏也支撑不了好的工作。
给你吧，拿到它，阿斯塔。
给我留下。
来这儿。
停下。
抓住他。
- 他在这儿。 - 就是你！
-这解释这艘船哪来的。 -我会报告给上级。
阿斯塔？
Serenade to a heel.（……翻译不来）
别名汤米·德雷克。
你一直感觉谋杀案很轻松吗？
对于德雷克，用子弹是一种提升。
- 说得很对。 - 你是谁？
我的名字是尼克·查尔斯。
-条子? -条子。
我们从检察官那得到了允许， 我们必须拿我们的乐器。
让我们走，我们准备好了。
宪法说每个人都有谋生的权利。
嗯，我们活不下来如果没有工具。
你认识除了布兰特的其他人
比如会对打击德雷克很有兴趣的人？
看看电话本，你会发现每页有许多名字。
是的。
等下，他被枪击了，记得吗？
你们昨晚在布兰特的办公室干甚？
-在布兰特的办公室？ -你落下一个刀片，
等一下
每个使用弦乐器都要用刀片。
我不是乐队中唯一的乐师。
那个讨厌的巴迪·霍利斯昨晚在布兰特的 办公室。
他只是想找回他的工作。
布兰特炒了他吗？
德雷克炒了他，他们争执了一番。
-他不会在这么多人面漆杀人吧、 -嗯，他在这儿。
我在哪里可以找到他？
他最近一直在四处晃悠。
你也许会在某个拥堵的场所发现他。
再说一遍。
可能在拥挤的场所发现他。
那是我们下班后经常去地方，真的很爽。
只为了偷腥的人和知识分子。
未成年人禁止入内。
对的。
我没有穿短袜，但你说我是未成年人？
很严格的。
但是 ，我可以带你进去。
考虑到这个刀片和在布兰特办公室的相似处。
我认为你的更好。
- 那我们走吧。 - 走？
那个地方要两点才会开门。
再说一遍。
他意思是那个地方要两点钟才开门。
快点，快离开，你们不能一直呆在这。
好的，哥萨克。
你知道公园塔吗？
-当然。 -两点见。
好，我会去的。
阿斯塔，你把短笛部分放到哪了。
你把它放到哪来了？它在哪？
你准备一晚呆在这？
不，我只是在寻找我的乐器。
- 是那个低音大号吗？ - 对，就是它。
它在这。
谢谢。
如果它再大点就可以把你吃了，拿着快走。
好的。
快进来，你来早了。
我在家坐不住，一直很紧张。
- 亲爱的，这是…… - Clarence Krause.
在Lcoal 802和克林克一样具有影响力
你们怎么认识的？
第一次见面是由于米奇·托宾，乐队负责人。
他们喜欢在烧烤时闲聊。 They really flick the whiskers at his bakes.
我带来了甘草烧烤（应该是吧？）
Of course, if the reedman's already riding, I'm nowheres.
Mrs. Charles always wears her mouth open with this outfit. Come along.
No.
Swinging the classics is strictly off the cob.
- Taxi. - A gate who knows his dots...
takes his Beethoven and his Brahms straight.
You know what I mean?
Get in.
No, thanks.
- We don't want to intrude. - Get in.
- I'll be seeing you. - Get in.
I've been waiting for you to come home.
I thought you were still noseying around out on the boat.
No, I didn't care so much for the passenger list.
I've been with the cops all day.
They suspect me for Drake's killing because the guy owed me some dough.
That's silly.
If a guy owes you money and you kill him, he can't pay you.
Very smart.
Elementary.
I tried to tell them Drake paid off.
I even signed a receipt that was written in Drake's handwriting.
But they couldn't find that receipt.
I sent The Shiv over to see why.
I know you've got that receipt, Nick. I want the cops to get it.
I want you to tell them where you found it.
You should have done that right away.
Yes, I intended to.
I'm a little forgetful.
I don't like people who forget things like that.
See that you don't forget again.
I'll remind him.
- Is that the spot? - Yeah.
Just a minute.
You forgot something.
Yeah.
You needn't wait.
- Man after my own heart. - After my heart, you mean.
And probably get it, if I don't dig up that receipt.
- Dig it up? - Yes.
- I thought you said... - It got us out of the cab, didn't it?
They might not have believed that I didn't have it.
- Oh, Nicky. - Don't worry, darling.
We're on no spot that a solution of the crime won't get us off.
Penthouse, you know.
These Talbin jams are the tops.
But, it's like I told you, strictly for gates and gut-busters.
I'll tell you what.
- You're a slush pump man. - Come again?
Strictly from Memphis.
And you? You're a canary, strictly from Memphis.
- "Canary"? - I could say you pluck a hot harp.
If Mr. Charles doesn't find that receipt, he'll be plucking a harp.
- Mitch-boy! - Clinker.
- I see you brought the pipe. - Ready to light.
I want you to meet a couple of friends.
- Mellow-man McGee and the missus. - How do you do?
- Hottest pump man in Memphis.
- Second hottest. - Do you play an instrument, too?
- No, I'm a mud hen, a bird, a canary. - A canary?
Strictly from Tennessee.
Talbin had Drake and the band booked for a big tour.
Tommy didn't leave enough money for a decent funeral.
Even asked me to square a $12,000 marker for him before he was shot.
I hope you kissed your $12,000 good-bye.
That money never left the station. I always thought he was a bad risk.
- New talent, darling? - This is Baby... Mrs. Talbin.
How do you do?
We met before.
At the Charity Ball? Remember, when you dropped your necklace?
Yes.
Why aren't you wearing it? You're wearing the earrings.
It's at the jeweler's, having the clasp fixed.
- Let's get going. They're starting to roll. - Yeah. Come on in.
What's your name?
Nemo!
Clinkersville. This skin I gotta get.
Put it in the deck. Shuffle it up and shuffle it up.
- Spread some of that friendship. - Bop me.
Bop.
Love it.
Come on. Live a little, Ziggy. Live a little, man.
My body needs lifting. Lay it on me.
I love it.
Hold it, playmate.
Okay, you can save it.
Tommy Drake won't stay dead on me.
From out of nowhere, his broken-down theme song comes back to haunt me.
Sounds rather catchy.
Tune in, man. I'm talking about that broken-down Under the Stars jazz.
- Under the Stars? - Yeah, and the piccolo part, yet.
Piccolo part, what about it? You got it?
Relax man, it's been cremated.
Dig that music. It sends me out of this world.
- Should have sent you a little sooner. - Yeah.
I'm sorry, I don't feel it yet. That ain't it yet. I don't feel it.
That's it.
Yeah. Now I'm getting it. That's more like it.
Come on, you, start mixing, let's flip it now.
Clinker, is he here?
- Who? - The Reed.
No, he ain't here yet. But it's still early.
Hey, come on, get with it. They'll think you're a couple of squares.
That don't sound like the old Hollis juice.
That's Fran. Fran Page. Hollis' old flame.
Unless I got my photographs mixed, she had some fire left over for Mr. Drake, too.
Yeah, the 88-man grabbed her off and then he gave her the Fuller.
The "Fuller"?
The brush.
Well, invite her over to the bar and have a drink.
Okay, order me a double bourbon and better make it the same for Fran.
- Think she'll like that? - She can always give it to me.
- Clinker. - Well, hi-dee-dee! Long time no.
We really rode it high at that shuffle of yours the other night, didn't we?
- Yeah, it was a wonderful jam. - Join us for a drink.
I'll have to take a rain check. I'm with the Nick Charles department tonight.
- Nick Charles, the detective? - Yeah.
I don't care for anything.
I thought you told us he was a pump man.
I didn't want you to think I was loading up your jams with a bunch of squares.
They were the squarest hipsters I've ever seen.
- Yeah. - What are they doing in a trap like this?
They're looking for The Reed. He's disappeared.
- Really? - Yeah.
I didn't know that.
Why, I thought that's what you came here to see Fran about.
No, I came to see her about a job I can get her in Havana.
Well, hi-dee-dee.
Hey, Fran.
Hello, Clinker.
I just caught you. Still the same old Fran.
Still plugging The Reed's tune, too.
That's the least I can do for him, isn't it?
- I've been looking all over for him. - What do you want, lessons?
Why don't you stay off it? You know I've always been in his corner.
Sorry. I've got the jumps.
You need some laughs.
Come on out and meet a couple of friends of mine.
- No, I don't feel like meeting anyone. - May we come in?
Fran, this is Mr. And Mrs. Nick Charles.
How do you do?
Well, you're very jivey. A hep warbler.
Mr. Charles is a bit of a schmo.
I thought perhaps you might be able to help us locate Buddy Hollis.
He seems to have evaporated.
Somebody's been giving you a bum steer. I don't know anything about Hollis.
Where is he?
Why don't you ask me if I killed Tommy Drake?
You probably had good reason to.
Look, your three minutes are up and this line is busy.
- So hang up the phone and get out. - What's the fuss?
Get them out of here.
- Just going. - Okay. Make mileage.
Get lost, you offbeat, rinky-dink. You're nowhere.
Ree-bop.
I don't believe there is any such person as Buddy Hollis.
There must be. Missing Persons Bureau reported him seen...
in Chicago, Denver, Palm Beach and Hollywood, but all at the same time.
Darling, how could he be in all those places at the same time?
A split personality.
Well...
I think I detect a receipt-hunting party of Mr. Amboy's.
Amboy? Nicky!
Asta, get in your own bed.
Now you stay there, Asta.
This wonderful bed. I'm going to sleep for 20 years.
When you get up, don't wake me.
Nicky! What are you doing up, darling?
I heard your voices. I hardly ever get to see you.
- Look at what time it is. - That clock's fast.
Who's going to ride me to school in the morning?
- Your mother. - Your father.
We'll both ride you to school.
Now, you kiss this fiend good night, and I'll plant him.
Come on. Up you go.
Go on. You too, you night owl. Douse the light.
Here we go. The Piggyback Express to Sleepy Town.
How about a story, Dad?
No story for you tonight. You've got to get some sleep.
But, your stories always put me to sleep.
Well, all right, but just a short one.
Now let's see. Yes.
Once upon a time, there was an outlaw named Dangerous Dan McGook.
Now one... Well...
- What's this? - That's protection.
Protection.
I don't think you'd get much protection from an old blunderbuss like that.
That's just an antique.
Antique.
What about McGook?
Son, I think that story is a little too scary for this time of night.
- But I like to get scared. - Well, I don't. It frightens me.
Look, I'll tell it to you the very first thing in the morning.
- How's that? - Okay.
- Good night, fella. - Good night, Pop.
Sleep tight. Good night, Asta.
- What are you doing? - I'm getting dressed.
Dressed?
Well...
- I might as well get up, too. - No, you're tired. You stay in bed.
I feel fine. All I needed was a good night's sleep.
Why all the darkness?
It's dark in here.
Open the curtains and let some daylight in.
- What time is it? - 4:00.
- In the morning? - Yep.
- Same morning? - Same morning.
What are you getting dressed for?
- I'm gonna run over and visit the Thayars. - At 4:00 in the morning?
That's the best possible time to ask questions.
People aren't such artful dodgers at 4:00 in the morning.
- I'm going with you. - You're going right back to bed.
We're in this together. I'm going with you.
If I can ever get into my shoes again.
- Yes, what is it? - Mr. And Mrs. Charles to see Ms. Thayar.
I'm sorry, sir. Ms. Thayar's asleep.
It's very important. You'd better wake her.
- I'm afraid I can't. - John, what is it?
Ms. Thayar, this is an unusual time to come visiting but I've got to talk to you.
You've done enough talking already.
Janet, I tried to get in touch with you. Mr. Charles had to do what he did.
- It was for Brant's own good. - That's a neat switch.
- So now you're his benefactor. - And yours, too.
Unless you'd enjoy being a widow.
Very well.
- Won't you sit down? - Thank you.
Ms. Thayar, I... Well.
- Would you like a drink? - Well, this is my brandy hour.
- Mrs. Charles, would you like a drink? - I could stand some sherry.
The weapon that killed Tommy Drake...
seems to have the ballistics experts rather neatly stumped.
That leads to one of two possible conclusions:
Either the gun was handmade, or it was a pre-ballistics antique.
Probably very early 18th century. Perhaps the property of some collector.
Dear me, I'm terribly sorry.
- Here, use this. - Quite all right. Thank you.
Well, that's very interesting, but not interesting enough...
to come breaking down doors at this hour of the morning.
My husband is neither a gunsmith nor an antique collector.
No, but wasn't the City Museum...
given a million-dollar art collection by your father?
Yes, Father gave the museum his...
Elizabethan and Chippendale pieces.
His...
Georgian silver...
and yes, his Flemish paintings, his Reynolds, and his Rembrandt.
Well, that was very generous of him, indeed.
Your father was a collector of many things, wasn't he?
Coral, coins, jade, and, I believe, quite an assortment of 18th-century firearms.
All the weapons my father had, pistols or guns, went to the museum.
Just a minute, Mr. Charles. Just a minute.
Your father seems to have overlooked a few.
Am I to understand that the gun that hung here was given to the museum?
No, Mr. Charles.
I didn't give that gun to the museum.
It was my favorite.
Originally owned by an 18th-century nobleman.
He used it only once, to destroy a brigand who had certain aspirations...
toward the gentleman's daughter.
You had that gun with you the night Drake was murdered.
Well...
Were you perhaps intending to use it on a brigand...
who had certain aspirations toward your daughter?
Perhaps, but he wasn't the man who was killed.
But he and Drake were just about the same height and build.
In the darkness of a below-decks office, there could have been a mistake.
True, but before Mr. Drake was killed I was relieved of that gun...
by my son-in-law.
That's a fine wedding present for you.
Throwing the whole mess right into Phil's lap.
Here, I want you to feel secure for the rest of your life.
You won't have anything to worry about until they throw the switch.
You're lying and you know it. And you...
Yes? This is she.
I see. Yes, of course. Just a minute.
All right.
I see. Of course.
I'm afraid you'll have to excuse me.
- Well, do you wish to arrest me? - Mr. Thayar, I am not a policeman.
If the police want my testimony, I'll be glad to oblige.
That'll make the police happy.
Now if you don't mind, I'd like to go back to bed.
Darling? Mr. Thayar would like to go to bed.
It's nice to know people still go to bed.
Mr. Charles and I used to go to bed once.
Park Towers.
Apartment F, first bedroom to the right.
Driver, hold it.
I should have worn a sleeping bag.
"125 Prospect Terrace.
"Apartment 3A." Look at that.
We're going home. And I'm not tucking you in bed. I'm tying you in.
If you'll just put your blurry blue eyes a little closer, you'll see it.
It's the impression left by the pressure of a pencil.
Oh, yes.
"125 Prospect Terrace."
A phone call at 4:30 in the morning must be pretty urgent.
I have a hunch our headstrong heroine will be along soon.
Sometimes I even amaze myself.
- Follow that car? - Movie fan.
Yes. Follow it.
That jail doesn't look like 125 Prospect Terrace.
She's probably going to tip Brant off to her father's story.
Your father started threatening me and I took the gun away from him.
- What did you do with it? - I put it on a cabinet in my office.
Never saw it again.
You don't believe me, do you?
- Of course I do. - You'll have to step on it.
- I told you, this is against the rules. - Just a moment, please.
- Honey, what'll I do about this call? - I don't know.
But I guess it's worth a chance. Be careful.
All right, driver. Keep right on her.
Keep going. You're losing her.
Look, the city shelled out over $10 million to install that traffic system.
I don't think they'd have given the job to a guy that spells "go," capital S-T-O-P.
He's right, it's spelled with a small "S."
- That sounds like it. Come on. - No more jam sessions for me.
But that's our clarinet.
Fran Page.
Turn it off, dear, will you?
It must've just happened. That record would've played for about three minutes.
You don't think that Janet...
- How did this happen? - I thought perhaps you could tell us.
She phoned me less than a half-hour ago.
Offered to sell me some information that would help Phil.
Sell or withhold information? About an antique gun, for instance?
It's true, Phil got that gun from Father. But he didn't use it.
He put it on a cabinet in his office and never saw it again.
I see.
We followed you until you left the jail and then we lost you. What delayed you?
The money. She wanted $2,500. I had to go to Phil's place to get it.
Ms. Page didn't strike me as a blackmailing type.
I don't think she was.
She said she needed the money for somebody out of town.
Had to have it in a hurry. She seemed quite upset and nervous about it.
Hollis doesn't seem to be anywhere in town.
- Hello? Hotel Vesta. - Yes, Ms. Page stopped here several times.
- Was she alone? - Now, we don't go snooping on our guests.
Their comings and goings are their own business...
and that applies to your Ms. Page.
She just stayed in her room and kept to herself.
Except about 1:50 she'd go out and get back about 3:10, that's all.
Outside of after dinner, when she did the same thing, only then she'd leave...
about 7:50 and get back about 9:10.
That's all I know about her because we don't go snooping on our guests.
I don't suppose you'd remember whether she ever had any visitors?
No question of not remembering. Just a question of not snooping on our guests.
No concern of ours if some Al Amboy and a couple of his friends come visiting her.
They were nice, polite young gentlemen. Went out with Ms. Page at the same time.
She never called a cab and there was never any outside.
So I just decided she liked to take walks for her health.
If you've come to fish for information, you've come to the wrong place...
because we never go snooping on our guests.
- Mr. Purdy, telephone. - Yes.
1:50, 3:10. 7:50, 9:10. Sounds like visiting hours.
Those are visiting hours.
He latched onto something, teacher.
Are there any public institutions, a jail, a prison, or a hospital...
- within 10 minutes walk of here? - Fast walking or slow walking?
Never mind.
But you're sure there's no Hollis there?
I see.
Unless you want to try the city pound, the dump, or the waterworks...
that just about takes care of all the public institutions in Poughkeepsie.
Maybe he's in some private institution.
Clinker, you're magnificent.
We have to walk 10 minutes in various directions till we find the right institution.
- You've got the nose of a bloodhound. - Don't let him worry you.
The rest of your face looks fine.
Ten minutes right on the nose of the bloodhound.
And we're running out of directions.
- "Valley Rest Home"? - Well, let's have a look.
I'm afraid Mr. Hollis' condition will not permit visitors.
- Exactly what is his condition? - Exactly how does that concern you?
Dr. Monolaw, we're his friends. We have the right to see him.
Unless you produce him, I'll produce the police.
- Bring in nine. - Yes, sir.
Mr. Hollis has not had very many visitors.
His mind has been completely shattered by alcohol.
He sits in his room and plays the same melody over and over without variation.
I must ask you to be very careful with him.
He seems to be suffering from a deep-rooted guilt fixation.
Visitors have a somewhat disturbing effect on him.
Sometimes, an alarming effect.
Buddy, there are some friends to see you. They want to talk to you.
Hi, kingpin.
I see you got the old jute-flute.
I heard you breezing it just now.
Still headman, kid.
Come on, candy-boy.
Don't you recognize me? This is the old Clinker.
Remember how we used to belt it out at those jam sessions?
Well, I just came up here to see how you feel.
Well, I thought maybe there was something you might want. Radio?
Noise box.
Nothing happens. The poor guy is nowhere.
Buddy, the boys at the boat have been asking about you.
The boat?
They think you got a pretty rough deal from Tommy Drake.
Nurse.
It's all right, Buddy. Visiting hours are over.
- Isn't there any way to make him talk? - Lf there is, I don't know it.
Why do you think he kept staring at me that way?
Probably identified you with a Ms. Page.
She came to see him. She was very kind to him.
- Do you think that perhaps if I were alone... - Much too risky.
This has upset him. He may become violent.
I'm sorry, I will not permit it.
Well, we'll have to try something else. Thank you, Doctor. I'll be back.
You apparently have time to waste. I'm sorry, I haven't.
I'm sorry, but I'll be back.
I think maybe he'd open up if we kept coming around or something.
I think I'd rather figure out some "or something."
Darling, I'm not very hungry.
I think I'll go back to the hotel and freshen up.
- Well... - I have half of Poughkeepsie on my face.
I like that corner particularly.
We'll join you as soon as we finish.
- Who gets the bone? - I do.
Well, we'll just send it to the laboratory.
- Have we any report on yesterday's case? - Not yet.
I'm worried about that.
Hello, Buddy. You're not afraid of me, are you?
I'm a friend of Fran's. You remember Fran?
We're doing an act together now. Great little partner, Fran.
We always feature your song. Tears the place apart.
Go on, play it.
It's my favorite tune, too.
I suddenly got a sneaking suspicion that she wasn't going back to the hotel...
so I checked and found I was right.
She didn't come back here to take a second crack at Hollis, did she?
I'm sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Charles. Your wife is not here.
Please.
That's swell, Buddy.
Swell.
- Buddy, I want you to tell me... - Fran always used to come in right on cue.
I'll breeze it again and you try it.
Well, go on. Take it.
I can't. I have a sore throat.
I caught a cold last night.
I'll tell Fran I saw you.
I'll tell her you played the song for me.
- You don't sing with Fran. - I'm trying to...
You never sang with Fran. They sent you to spy on me.
- No. - They told you to say that Fran sent you?
- No. - Yes, I killed Drake. Now I have to kill you.
That's what I hid the gun for.
- No, nobody... Don't shoot. - I have to kill you.
No, Buddy, don't.
- Darling. - I'm all right.
- Take it easy, boy. - How did he come to have a gun?
Don't you search the rooms of your patients?
This is a rest home, not a jail or an asylum. Give him some water.
- And some hand grenades to play with. - That's the murder gun.
- He confessed he killed Tommy Drake. - I see.
- I'll take that. - Just a minute.
I think this may interest the police. Let's go.
- Yes, I'm calling New York. - Darling, why bother to call?
- We'll be home in a couple of hours. - I want to hear my son's voice.
For a moment there, I didn't think I'd ever hear it again.
- Hollis didn't look like a killer. - Maybe he isn't.
- He admitted it, he even took a shot at me. - For a complete miss.
- Meaning what? - Meaning that in his condition...
he couldn't hit the ocean from a rowboat.
And Tommy Drake was shot right through the middle of the heart.
- Then why did he confess? - Cracked minds play funny tricks on you.
And, by the same token, you can play funny tricks on cracked minds.
Now I have a hunch that Fran Page knew exactly who the trickster was.
That's why she was murdered.
I see.
All you have to do to prove your innocence is confess your guilt.
Yes, I'm calling New York.
Hello?
Hello, Mrs. Charles. I just came up to talk to your husband.
No, I can't talk to him on the phone. I'll wait.
- May I talk to her, please? - Bertha?
- Yes, she's here. - May I talk to her, please?
- Hi, Mom. When are you coming home? - Hello, darling.
I'm afraid we won't be able to have dinner with you again.
Yes. You can stay up until 9:30.
We'll come in and kiss you when we get home.
Tell Bertha we'll be home in a few hours.
Okay, I'll tell her as soon as she comes in. Bye.
As soon as... Nicky?
Come on, Mammy. We don't want to settle in Poughkeepsie.
What's the matter?
Nothing. Janet's waiting at the apartment. She wants to talk to you.
Well, it's all set. The hound can ride with us in the baggage car.
Do you always have to ride in the baggage car because of the M-U-T-T?
He understands every word.
- Two spades. - Two no trump.
With a hand like this I should have a finger bowl. I pass.
- Three no trump. - I pass.
What do you think?
He needs glasses.
Yes, either that or he has something in his eye.
- What is it, boy? A cinder? - Here, let me see.
Come here. Hold still.
Say, let me see that.
Why, that's the same... Of course, I remember the lace perfectly.
- Where did you get this? - Eve's Fifth Avenue, I think.
- I mean, is it yours? - I only steal cocktail napkins.
Of course it's mine. No, it's Janet's.
When she spilled that drink last night, I must have taken it.
Yes, I had that bag.
This is exactly like the handkerchief that was lying beside Fran Page's body.
I thought it was odd that Miss Janet got there after we did...
and then burst in without knocking.
Janet's home alone with Nicky.
- What do you mean, alone? - I thought I didn't hear right.
Nicky said Bertha was out. Nick, Janet got rid of her.
She lied to me.
She said that Bertha was there. Why would she lie to me unless...
You know how she hates us. She blames us for everything.
This may be her way of... Nick, what'll we do?
- How long before we get to New York? - An hour, at least.
- Hour? - Yeah.
Now, nobody's gonna hurt a little kid.
No, that's right, Mommy.
No one would hurt a little boy.
Only a few more minutes.
How could you leave him alone with a strange woman?
I thought she was your friend.
She only wanted me to go to the druggist to get her headache pills.
I wouldn't have gone, only she looked so pale and weak...
- I couldn't refuse her, could I? - Why couldn't you refuse her?
- Darling, how could she know? - I'm sorry.
Mr. Charles, not a sign of him.
I've been all over the neighborhood.
The elevator boy remembered taking him down...
and that Thayar chick told him to tell Bertha they'd be back soon.
Two hours is quite a little while.
Your kid. Yeah, we'll get on it right away.
Yes, right away.
Made you some fresh coffee.
- Thank you, Bertha. - None for me.
You'd better have some, darling. It'll calm your nerves.
Check with the police again.
Darling, I've checked five times. They're tearing up the town.
- Lf anything pops, they'll call us. - Hey, Mom, Pop.
Nicky, darling.
I've been pinched.
Where'd you find them, Kramer?
Nabbed them outside the Capitol Theatre.
Darling, would you take Nicky to his room, please?
Come, dear.
Ms. Thayar, I'm afraid I'm going to have to be blunt.
- Just exactly what's the idea? - I'll be glad to tell you.
If you'll just give me a chance to catch my breath.
Thank you very much.
It's a pleasure. I'll report to headquarters.
Well?
While Bertha was out, you had some visitors.
They insisted upon waiting for you. One of them kept playing with a knife.
- Yes? - The other kept eyeing Little Nicky...
and repeating how tough it'd be on you if anything happened to him.
I got worried. I took him to the bedroom and pretended to put him to bed...
and I took him out the bedroom door.
I'm very grateful to you for that.
But I can't understand it making such a fuss.
Well, perhaps this will explain.
That's what I came to see you about.
Yes, I did get to Fran's apartment before you.
She was dead when I got there. I was going to remove the knife...
and then I remembered about fingerprints, so I took out my handkerchief.
But I just couldn't. So I got up and ran...
and I was afraid of being seen and I started down the back staircase.
Suddenly, I remembered the handkerchief. I rushed back to get it and found you.
I don't know why I didn't tell you about it. I guess I just got panicky.
That's the truth. Please believe me.
- You awake? - No, I'm asleep.
- Why are your eyes open? - I'm counting sheep.
I'll bet they're black ones...
like Amboy and his pals.
And Brant and Hollis.
And Fran Page.
Are you sure her murder was tied up with Drake's?
I think it adds up.
Fran Page was going to talk.
If she intended to pin the Drake murder on Hollis...
why should anyone have wanted to kill her?
Hollis is hopelessly insane...
totally unresponsible for his acts.
She was obviously going to pin it on someone else.
And that someone else did away with her.
Then with Hollis in his present condition and taking the blame...
this someone else probably feels pretty safe.
But suppose Hollis regained his senses?
All you'd have to do is perform a miracle and cure him.
The impression that Hollis is cured and ready to talk is all we'd need.
What would happen?
The killer would certainly try to get him before he had a chance to talk.
That might be our chance to get the killer.
Mammy, I think we're going to reopen the S.S. Fortune.
We?
You and I, and the police department.
My Nicky.
- Albert. - Mr. Brant.
- My table. - I didn't know you'd be here tonight.
- The only table I have left is... - Darling, it's a wonderful crowd.
Nick, what worries me...
- Table three, Mr. Brant. Is that all right? - That's okay.
- George, table three for Mr. Brant. - Yes, Mr. Brant.
He promised they'd come. If they do, I want them at our table.
What's all this finger business about?
I'm having the most likely candidates seated where I can watch them squirm.
I hope it goes as smoothly as you expect.
If anything should happen to poor Hollis.
I've taken every precaution. Sergeant, your slip is showing.
Thanks. There's the inspector.
- Everything all right, Nick? - All right.
Now all we have to do is sit quiet and keep our fingers crossed.
I have so many fingers crossed now, I can't lift my drink.
Some shiny eyes in the jungle.
- Albert. - Mr. Talbin.
- Our reservations. - Of course.
Just a moment, please.
- Table four, Mr. Talbin. - Thank you.
- George, table four. - Yes, Mr. Talbin.
- Well, my old friend slush pump. - How do you do?
- Do you attend all the openings? - Naturally. It's my business.
If Hollis has really come out of the fog...
and is half as good as he was, I can book him.
I think he's going to surprise you.
- Stunning jewelry. Those earrings. - Very attractive.
The earrings are higher up.
The charm boys.
Table for four.
- AI Amboy. - Yes, Mr. Amboy.
Table two, Mr. Amboy. Henry, table two.
This way, please.
- Good evening, Mrs. Amboy. - Good evening.
How did you enjoy your trip to Poughkeepsie?
I loaned Fran Page the dough to send Hollis up there.
He's okay now, so I'm here to collect.
Someday I'm going to take lessons from you on how to get blood out of a stone.
I just have my boys break it up into little pieces.
Remind me not to turn my back on that little group tonight.
That Mrs. Amboy, the necklace she's wearing.
- She can afford it. - But it matches Mrs. Talbin's earrings.
- Let's have champagne tonight. - Sure.
I don't feel like dancing, let's sit this one out.
Anything you say, Baby.
How much would a trinket like that cost?
- Darling. - $12,000?
The value is unimportant. It's the thought.
The thought happens to be that $12,000 is just about...
the amount that Drake owed Mr. Amboy.
Well, bossman, everything looks set.
The Doc says the joint's having a kind of a restorative effect on The Reed.
He's even got him convinced that he's never been away...
that all the murder biz was strictly a bad dream.
So he'll play all right.
He'll look good up there, too.
Well, prettier the bait, the better the catch.
Come again?
That's an old saying I just made up.
Look, bossman...
Fishes number five and six are beginning to nibble.
- Five. - I beg your pardon?
Good evening.
I was using my influence to get you a good table.
We're sitting with Mr. Brant.
I didn't think you people could be dragged into this place.
We couldn't very well offend Mr. Brant. After all, he's a member of the family now.
We'll see you later.
Mr. Thayar, I ran across your gun...
at the Valley Rest Home in Poughkeepsie.
The inspector insisted that I leave it with him.
He had some strange notion that since Brant is a member of your family now...
he's trying to shield you.
The inspector is famous for his little jokes.
Hey, bossman, I hate to bring this up but...
I don't know about sitting next to The Reed.
Suppose somebody takes a shot at him and misses.
Would you rather he were hit?
No, but if you miss one thing, well, you're bound to hit another.
And I thought, instead of being up on the stand beside him...
I could, kind of, play off-stage?
Why don't you play at the table? That would be even safer.
Unless our murderer makes a cushion shot.
That's what I like. Sympathy.
If you saw something you knew wasn't there, what would you do?
I'd go back to Poughkeepsie with Dr. Monolaw.
And you saw a blank space where you knew something should be?
I see that all the time. What is it?
Mrs. Amboy's necklace. She isn't wearing it anymore.
- I don't like it. - Sorry, but that's the way it's got to be.
- She isn't. - And Mrs. Talbin is wearing it.
- It matches her earrings perfectly. - What do you get out of it?
A sudden urge to merge with the Talbins.
Come on.
I am sending Johnson to Rio to close the deal. He'll be a sensation.
They've never seen anything like him in this country.
This is not really my racket.
I have to give her one whirl to keep the franchise.
Yes, I know what you mean.
I wanted to ask you to have a drink with us but those tables...
are hardly big enough to hold one.
Have a drink with us when you finish dancing.
We're finished.
Waiter.
- It's a wonderful opening. - Yes, isn't it?
Think Hollis will ever be able to take Drake's place?
Nobody will ever be able to take Tommy Drake's place.
Yes, I know how you folks feel about him.
After all, it was you who cleared up his debt, wasn't it?
I told you I didn't let him have the money.
What difference?
$12,000 or a necklace probably worth more.
- I don't know what you're talking about. - You should.
Didn't you just redeem the necklace?
Mrs. Talbin's been wearing that necklace all evening.
In that case, somebody had better tell Mrs. Amboy she's lost hers.
Wait a minute.
I just redeemed the necklace in the powder room.
- What? - I gave it to Amboy that night.
I didn't want anything to happen to Tommy Drake.
And I nearly threw a $100,000 tour in that guy's lap.
That tour would have meant a lot of money to you, too, wouldn't it?
Of course, but...
But you wouldn't advance him the $12,000...
even though you knew Amboy was preparing a cement kimono for him?
I told you he was a bad risk.
Seems very puzzling.
But I'm sure that Hollis will soon make it all very clear.
Now, ladies and gentlemen, Buddy Hollis and his famous clarinet.
After the number, he will make an announcement...
that's going to throw a bombshell into the Tommy Drake murder case.
- Lf the party gets rough, duck. - I'm practically under the table now...
but not the way I'd like to be.
Well, Buddy, I guess this is it.
Time for that little bombshell.
Buddy, tell everyone how Tommy Drake was murdered...
how the murderer took advantage of your condition...
and planted a gun on you and then worked on you...
till he convinced you you'd killed Drake...
and how, with murder on your conscience, you went to pieces.
Tell them why Fran Page was murdered...
how she came to visit you several times at the Valley Rest Home...
and gradually pieced things together and threatened to talk.
Tell them about the someone who went to her apartment...
to try to keep her quiet and couldn't...
and how he turned on her phonograph, loud...
so that her screams couldn't be heard as he plunged his knife into her.
You told me who he is. You told the police.
Now tell all these people who he is. Tell them.
Come on, Buddy. Tell them.
Never mind, Buddy. I'll tell them.
It's true about Fran. I killed her. I had to.
And I killed Tommy Drake.
I didn't intend to. I wanted to keep him away from Phyllis.
I went to reason with him and when I saw that gun on the cabinet...
I think we know the rest.
I don't think you do.
Everything would have been all right if you hadn't meddled into it.
This is the last time you're going to meddle...
Keep away, all of you.
Don't touch him. You knew about Tommy and me all along.
Weren't you clever?
That's why you wouldn't lend him the money.
You wanted Amboy to kill him.
But I crossed you up by paying Amboy off with my necklace.
I couldn't let him take you away from me.
I thought Phil Brant did it. That's why I took a shot at him...
at the Charles' apartment. But you did it!
Let the police have him.
I swore I'd kill the man who shot Tommy Drake.
Well, I guess you did.
And to think you did it all with your own little hatchet.
- I'm proud of you, darling. - Thank you, angel.
- Now, Nick Charles, is going to retire. - You through with crime?
No, I'm going to bed.
That reminds me.