The Falcon in San Francisco

Thank you.

Two percent.

-Thank you.

-Thank you, sir.

Oh, Goldie, why don't you give that income tax return a rest?

I ain't doing this for my own amazement.

These things can ask more questions than the third degree.

You should know.

Listen to what it says.

Single person, not living with husband or wife,

25% plus 2% for each dependent of line four.

But not more than 500 plus 100 for each dependent.

A single person, married person...

By the time a guy figures one of these things out,

he's too old to get married!

Hey, bud, that's my food you're...

He kicked me.

Well, kick him back.

Say, how do you suppose he got out of the baggage car?

-I don't know. Why don't you ask him?

-How did you get out the baggage?

You're a funny looking guy, ain't you?

So getting back to the point before this mutt butted in,

what's getting married got to do with the income tax?

Well, a married man gets a larger personal exemption.

No kidding?

Hey, that ain't a bad deal.

That way you pay less tax and you get home-cooking besides.

Many brave men have tried marriage and survived.

OK, you talked me into it.

You're not serious!

Huh? Sure, sure I am.

Ain't it about time I owned a wife?

You mean you'd get married just to cut down your income tax?

Oh, that ain't all wives can do.

I could write a letter to the lonely hearts club.

They're not that lonely!

Hey, what are you looking at anyway?

You.

Why?

You've got Diogenes.

Who, me? I ain't never had a sick day in my life!

No! He's Diogenes.

He belongs to me.

Oh, you lost him, eh?

Offering any reward?

Oh, Goldie, pleasure of her company is reward enough.

Hello.

Hello.

My name's Annie Marshall, what's yours?

Mine's Tom Lawrence.

Is the man with the funny face your friend?

Indeed he's my friend.

This is Mr Locke, Mr Goldie Locke.

Goldilocks!

So you're the one who ate up all the porridge?

I didn't do it, I was framed!

Well, Annie, glad to have metten up with you.

Glad to have metten up with you, too.

Oh, "metten up with you"?

It's a good thing Goldie isn't around you all the time, young lady.

Well, I wish you were around all the time.

Instead of Miss Keyes and Loomis.

I hate them.

You won't tell her I said that, will you?

No, of course not, but who are Miss Keyes and Loomis?

Miss Keyes is my nurse and Loomis is the butler at my house.

A nurse and a butler? I suppose you've got a yacht, too?

I don't like it, it makes me seasick.

Why don't you come and stay at my house?

Then I wouldn't be a prisoner any more.

A prisoner?

Diogenes is a prisoner too.

We never go any place or do anything.

Miss Keys or Loomis is always watching.

And they yell at me and squeeze my arm

and they never let anybody come and play with me.

That's what used to happen to me in reform school.

What about your mother and father?

Why don't they do something about it?

I guess you're right, guess I'll have to get a mother and father someday.

Come, Annie.

What has she been telling you?

I didn't say anything, Miss Keyes, honest I didn't!

The child has a vivid imagination. She's always making up stories.

Now I don't know what to believe.

I don't care particularly what you believe, it's none of your business!

Come, Annie.

What do you make of that, Goldie?

Oh, gee, we're on a vacation. You said all we was going to do

when we got to San Francisco was swing on the Golden Gate.

She just likes to tell them fish stories, that's all.

You think so?

Boss, try and forget you're The Falcon for a while,

will you, please?

I like Annie, she's a nice kid, but why look for trouble?

We're in no shape.

Brother, she sure is!

Boss, if she can't cut down my income tax, nobody can!

All right, all right, so I made a mistake. Anybody can make a mistake.

Oh, I don't blame you for trying, she was very easy on the eyes.

Yeah, that's what you think!

I think it's rather becoming.

How was I supposed to know she had a husband already?

Always look at the third finger, left-hand.

I did, but she had gloves on.

Boxing gloves?

-Well, she's not the only dame...

-Mr Lawrence!

-Miss Keys, it's awful, something's happened to her!

-Is she ill?

I don't know, I can't wake her up!

We better take a look.

Here we go again!

Excuse me.

There, but she won't wake up.

Do you know these people?

Why, er, yes, slightly.

The woman's dead.

Oh!

Croaked, huh?

Must have been a heart attack.

I'm no doctor, but I don't see any marks or anything.

Is she really dead, Mr Lawrence.

I'm afraid she is. But don't you worry.

We're taking care of you. We'll take you out of here right now.

You mean, you're going to be my new nursemaid?

Oh, sure, and Goldie is going to be nursemaid for Diogenes.

We'll see you get home grand style.

You don't suspect foul play, do you?

We don't suspect anything, we're on a vacation.

Conductor, I think you better wire ahead to the authorities.

Come on, Annie.

All right, folks, you might as well go back to bed now.

Double bunk!

A midget couldn't take his pants off in there without a shoehorn!

Please, be quiet.

Well, young man, are you getting undressed out there?

What do you think I'm doing? A bubble dance?

SHE HUFFS

HE HUFFS

Having trouble?

Trouble? Did you have to give Annie my birth?

Couldn't leave her in that compartment alone.

-But this is murder, boss.

-That's what I thought.

What do you mean that's what you thought?

Murder.

Carla Keyes didn't die naturally.

Boss, you're not forgetting about our vacation, are you?

No, no, no, this time we'll leave it to the police.

We'll just take Annie home and that's as far as we go.

Great, that'll give me a chance to find a wife.

Haven't you had enough of a lesson?

Well, I got one good eye.

Uh-oh, I always heard San Francisco was a good town for sightseeing.

Goldie, remember, third finger, left hand.

Oh, sure, boy, am I going to have a good time trying to cut down my income tax here?

Look, I think you better check on our reservations at the hotel.

OK. Boss.

Your cab, sir.

Thank you.

-Thanks.

-Come on, Annie.

What's the matter?

Mr DeForrest usually meets me here.

Who's Mr DeForrest?

My Guardian.

Oh, well, nevermind, we'll get you home. Come on.

Annie, you'll have to give the directions to the driver.

I don't know anything about San Francisco.

You don't? All right.

I'll tell him just where to go.

Fine.

Go out to 27th and Sea Cliff.

I'll show you the house when we get there.

I saw him get into a cab with the little girl. I'm sure of it. What?

Yes. I have the cab's license number. It's BEH over PCH 1989.

1989.

You think she's being kidnapped?

I see. Give me your name and address in case we need you as a witness.

My name is Dudley. Dr Carl Dudley.

You can reach me at the Medical Institute.

Tell me, Annie, why were you on that train?

I'm on my way home from school for my vacation.

And Miss Keyes was to have charge of you?

Mm-hm. I didn't think I was going to like my vacation.

Miss Keyes hasn't been your nurse very long, has she?

POLICE SIREN

-All right, mister, get out.

-Me?

-Yeah, you, you're wanted down headquarters.

-On what charge?

-Suspicion of kidnapping.

-Kidnapping? I was just taking the child home.

Where do you live, little girl?

I live on Nob Hill.

So you were just taking her home, were you?

Well, you're three miles past Nob Hill district already.

-Annie, why did you do this?

-Don't try to dump it in her lap. Come on.

But you've got to believe him. He isn't kidnapping me. He's a nice man.

They always are, honey.

-All right, bud, let's go.

-But look, I...

-Save it!

I got orders to bring you in while we check you, that's what I'm doing.

Follow us, cabbie.

Get in the car.

-Carl Morris is on his way in.

-Thanks.

Mr Lawrence, a writ of habeus corpus has been presented.

A judge has signed an order for your release on 10,000 bail.

-That's fine.

-These are your effects.

Would you sign your property receipt, please?

Report back in three days. We'll know then whether the charges will be pressed or dropped.

I was just about to tell you that I haven't 10,000 on me.

-It's already been posted.

-It's already been posted?

You'll find the young lady right over the there.

Darling.

Oh, I've been so upset about you.

I must say, you're a very charming rescue party.

Everything's quite all right, darling.

I had my attorneys arrange everything.

They said you had nothing to worry about.

I told them we were good friends. I hope you don't mind.

Not in the least.

I suppose you're wondering, Mr Lawrence...

I'm Doreen Temple.

Doreen Temple?

-Erm, tell me, why did you...?

-Go to all this trouble?

If I told you that, I'd no longer be a woman of mystery

and I'd like to be, just a little while.

By all means.

-Then how about dinner for a famished lady?

-With explanations on the side?

All the lurid details. I promise you.

Lead on, Miss Temple.

-Good evening.

-Good evening.

-Two.

-How about a martini?

-Love one.

-Two martinis, very dry.

-We'll order later.

-Yes, Sir.

This is much more like it.

No wonder you appreciate it, after what you went through.

There is one thing I would appreciate

and that's an explanation of...

-My actions tonight?

-Mm-hm.

That's very simple.

I was, er, may I have a light?

Oh, yes, of course.

I was on a train last night.

I can't imagine how I missed seeing you.

I saw most of what happened.

You see, I recognised you as The Falcon

from your newspaper pictures.

Am I that notorious?

Let's say famous.

I knew, of course, you had no intention of kidnapping that child

so when I saw that ridiculous story in the newspapers tonight

I simply had to do something about it.

Bailing out prisoners must be a rather expensive hobby.

I've never done it before.

But I rather like it.

I see.

Doreen, I have a proposal to make to you.

Already?

Oh, no, this is quite different.

I'll buy all your dinners, lunches and what have you

if you agree to show me the rest of San Francisco.

Why not?

Now first up will be a party tonight.

I'll phone my friends and tell them I'm bringing you along.

Good evening, two?

No, thanks, we're just looking around.

Mr Lawrence?

-Yes?

-You're wanted down at headquarters.

-What, again?

But I've just come from there.

Seems there was a murder on a train.

Are they trying to involve me in that, too?

I wouldn't know, Mr Lawrence.

Oh, waiter, would you please give my apologies to the lady who was with me?

-Tell her I'll be back as soon as possible.

-Yes, sir.

Er... Thank you.

Good morning.

I said, "good morning".

I had to talk to you in less public surroundings.

I'm sorry Rickey was so forceful about it.

You're sorry?

That makes everything perfectly all right, doesn't it?

Well I hoped, in your case, you'd be more reasonable.

You should know by now we're playing for high stakes.

All I know is I'm getting out of...

They won't stop you. After you've told me who killed Carla Keyes.

The nurse? So she was killed?

With the utmost finesse, according to the corner's report.

A pinpoint penetration between the third and fourth ribs with a hat pin.

-Why are you so interested?

-If you don't mind, I'll ask the questions.

Who killed her?

I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I don't know.

I'd advise you to co-operate for your own good.

You're a very charming person, but I'm losing patience.

Have you stopped to consider there must be quite a few people within the sound of my voice?

Oh, please. Give me credit. I'm prepared for that.

I'd hoped in your case it wouldn't be necessary.

All I want to know is a man's name.

But I've told you, I don't know!

-It was Vantine, wasn't it? Peter Vantine?

-Vantine?

I've never heard of him.

Rickey.

I'm going to let you go now

but I want you to take Vantine a message.

If either of you are seen at the Citadel, you'll be killed.

Cit, Citadel?

Take him out the side way.

Ride him around.

He wants to see San Francisco.

CAR HORN BEEPS

794.

Just a moment, sister.

Haven't we metten up some place before?

Certainly not. I never go slumming.

Oh, excuse me.

My, my.

Just a moment, Tootsie.

Well, for goodness sakes!

Happy Hallowe'en.

Fresh!

Falcon! For the love of Pete, we're you been all night?

-I might say a lady was responsible.

-A lady?

Where have you been? I tried to reach you from the police station.

I've been looking at some prospects for that wife job I've got open.

What's this in the paper about you snatching that kid?

I'll explain about that later. I want to get cleaned up and then we're going visiting.

-Yeah? Where we heading?

-To Nob Hill to find a little vixen by the name of Annie Marshall.

Annie Marshall? Look, boss, why can't we just forget the whole thing

-and stay here and take it easy?

-We're going to Nob Hill.

Instead of a Falcon, why couldn't I have teamed up with a homing pigeon?

Sure swanky, ain't it?

Maybe she wasn't kidding about owning that yacht.

KNOCK ON DOOR

You wait here, Goldie.

-If I'm not out very soon, come and get me.

-Right, boss.

-Good evening.

-Did you wish to see someone, sir?

Yes, Annie Marshall.

Do you have an appointment?

An appointment? To see a child?

Quite right, sir.

I've a lot of questions to ask Annie and I haven't much time to waste.

-I'm sorry, sir.

-Loomis, what is it, Loomis?

This man wishes to see your sister, Miss Marshall.

My name is Lawrence, Tom Lawrence.

The man who was arrested?

Shall I call the police, Miss?

I don't think that will be necessary, Loomis.

This way, Mr Lawrence.

Thank you.

I was surprised to hear your name, I thought you were in custody.

It would be hard for them to make a kidnapping charge stick, too many witnesses.

I was merely trying to take your sister home.

Well then, why did you come here?

I wanted to find out about a woman called Doreen Temple.

I've never heard of her.

Then do you know a man by the name of Peter Vantine?

No, I don't think so. Who are they?

I'm not sure yet.

But I have met Miss Temple and a couple of her playmates.

It was a rather rough introduction.

Did you notify the police?

I'm hardly in a position to ask their help.

Well, how can we help?

I, erm, thought there might be some connection between what happened to me and your situation.

What do you mean, "our situation"?

Oh, Annie told me about you being kept a prisoner here.

Prisoner?

Oh dear, that child, I'm awfully sorry, Mr Lawrence,

but Annie's always telling fibs like that.

Children have such active imaginations, you know.

Yes, of course.

Then perhaps you can help me with some information about the nurse,

Carla Keyes?

Well, she'd only been with us a few months. She never spoke of herself.

I see.

Would you mind if I saw her room?

I'm sorry but the police ordered us not to let anyone in that room.

Did they? When did they do that?

When they brought my sister home.

I see.

Could I speak to Annie?

Oh, I'm afraid that's impossible too.

-You see, she's asleep.

-Oh no, I'm not!

Hello, Mr Lawrence.

Hello, Annie.

Young lady, you're supposed to be asleep.

I know, but Diogenes heard you talking and ran away.

And I had to catch him.

Why did you tell Mr Lawrence that you're a prisoner here?

I didn't mean to.

-It just slipped out.

-Annie, honey, that was a fib, wasn't it?

You wouldn't want Mr Lawrence to think a whole lot of nasty things about us, would you?

No, I wouldn't.

I, I didn't mean any harm, Mr Lawrence. I was only playing.

Are you mad at me?

Well, er, I don't stay mad very long.

I'm glad, because Diogenes says he likes you too.

Oh, Diogenes said that, did he?

Mm-hm. Diogenes tells me lots of stories.

Once he told me a story about a great big old tomcat.

Annie!

There she goes again!

Annie, perhaps you better go back to bed before you tell any more fibs.

SHE SIGHS

I guess I got to go back to bed, Mr Lawrence. Good night.

But wait a minute.

Yes, sir?

You wouldn't dream of going to sleep without a bedtime story, would you?

-Oh, boy!

-I'm sorry but I can't let you.

-Oh, nonsense, Miss Marshall, it's more trouble at all.

-Oh, please!

Every child likes a bedtime story. Come on, young lady.

Show me where your room is.

Upstairs. Carry me piggyback.

Uh-oh.

-Carry me piggyback.

-Well, piggyback it shall be.

-I really shouldn't let you, Mr Lawrence.

-If we must do this,

-do you mind sitting still?

-Well nobody sits still on a horse.

-I see!

Shall we go first?

Giddy-up, horsey, come on, fast! Faster, faster!

Come on, giddy-up!

Boy, this is fun!

Giddy-up, faster, horsey, faster!

Faster, horsey!

Faster. Woah, boy, woah.

Is this it?

-Mmm, is this room all yours?

-Uh-huh, I live here.

-Nice, isn't it?

-Uh-huh.

What story are you going to tell me?

Story? Oh, yes.

I think a good one for you would be about the little boy

who cried wolf all the time.

Must have been one of Joan's boyfriends.

She says they're all wolves.

Anne Marshall, you get right into bed.

What did I say?

Probably something you shouldn't have said. Come on. Here you go.

-Into bed.

-SHE LAUGHS

-I'll tuck her in!

I'm sorry.

That's very nice perfume.

Why, thank you.

THEY LAUGH

Young lady, haven't you had enough excitement for one night?

Don't you ever want to go to sleep?

Give the Sandman a chance to come and pay you a visit.

There now, you keep all tucked up and nice and warm.

THEY GIGGLE

Well, young lady, are you going to be a good little girl and go to sleep or must I spank you?

I'll get Annie's things ready for the morning.

Please make it short, Mr Lawrence, she mustn't stay up late.

It'll be practically a synopsis.

Well?

Oh, yes, yes, of course, the story.

-Well, it appears that some years ago...

-Once upon a time.

Once upon a time, there was a little boy,

he was a shepherd and he used to look after his sheep.

Oh, you're not going to tell me the one about the little boy

who yelled wolf so many times nobody believed him, are you?

As a matter-of-fact, I was.

-SHE SIGHS

-No?

-No, it's too corny.

-Oh.

But, look, I did want to talk to you.

That'll be wonderful.

Were you telling the truth about being a prisoner in your own house?

I...I would, it... Please tell me about the wolf, Mr Lawrence.

Oh, look, Annie, try to understand. This is very important.

Were you telling the truth on the train or weren't you?

I... I was telling a fib. I'm not really held prisoner.

Annie, I never believed there was such a thing as a problem child

but I believe it now.

What, is the story finished already?

Well, you said she mustn't stay up too late. Good night, Annie.

-Good night, Mr Lawrence.

-I'm sorry we couldn't be of more help.

Oh, it's all right. Good night, Miss Marshall.

Good night, Mr Lawrence.

You will pardon me, Miss Joan,

but I don't believe it advisable for you to go out so late.

DOG BARKS

DOG BARKS AGAIN

Nice doggy!

Hello, Annie.

Oh, it's you!

DOG BARKS Be quiet, Diogenes.

I thought you went home.

I did, but I came back and brought Goldie Lockes to see you.

-Oh, hello, Goldilocks.

-Hi, Annie.

Glad to have metten up with you again.

Annie learns English easy.

SHE LAUGHS

Why did you come back, Mr Lawrence?

We want to play detectives with you.

Oh, that's wonderful.

How do we play it?

You take us to Nurse Keyes room, we'll start from there.

I'm afraid.

-Of what?

-We have to go right past Loomis' room. I hate Loomis.

You were telling the truth on the train when you said that?

Yes, Mr Lawrence.

Why did you give the cab driver the wrong address?

I don't like my house anymore.

You were so nice and kind, I wanted to be with you as long as I could.

I like you an awful lot, Mr Lawrence.

Don't you like Joan?

-Of course I do, you want to know something?

-Mm-hm.

She's afraid of Loomis too. And she didn't like Miss Keyes either.

I see.

Now shall we play detectives?

Mm-hm. Is that the same as cops and robbers?

Last time I played cops and robbers, the cops won!

SHE LAUGHS

LAWRENCE SHUSHES THEM

Oh, no, that's Loomis' room.

Now what do we do?

What do you think detectives do?

Look for clues!

Annie catches on quick.

Come on, Goldie, you take that side.

What are clues?

Annie, clues, are things folks leave around so that detectives can catch them. Look under the bed.

"To my dear wife Carla, with love, Abel".

Goldie, come here, would you?

Yes, boss.

Over here, quick.

GUNSHOT

ANNIE SCREAMS

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Open up!

-Boss, we better get out of here.

-OK.

KNOCKING CONTINUES

Go back to your bed and stay there.

KNOCKING GOES ON

What's happened?

I bet that joint's crawling with cops by now.

I wouldn't be surprised.

Did you get anything?

I'm not sure, we'll see, just wait while I phone.

Hello, operator?

Er, can you connect me with the local office of the Maritime Commission? Thank you.

I see. Thank you very much.

What's the dope, boss?

The insignia on Abel Keyes' cap is used by the Star Costal Lines.

Judging by his uniform, he's a first mate.

-So what?

-So what?

You saw the inscription,

he's the husband of the nurse who was murdered on the train.

Do you think he killed her because he was jealous of the butler?

Knocked him off tonight to finish the job, do you think...?

Look, Goldie.

I can think much better when you don't.

OK, I can take a hint.

KNOCK ON DOOR

-Mr Lawrence?

-Yes.

-May I speak to you on an important matter?

-Of course, come in.

-Thank you.

Don't move.

You, too.

Where's Doreen Temple?

Now that, my friend, is something I'd like to know myself.

Where did you get that?

Does this interest you, too?

I begin to see why Doreen Temple employs The Falcon.

She's taking no chances. Give it to me, please.

Oh, now, wait a minute. I went to a lot of trouble to get this.

And Doreen must value it very highly.

Hand it over.

OK.

Nice work, boss!

What do we do with him now that he's here?

Make him talk if we can.

PV... Vantine, that's who he is.

Don't shoot!

Please, don't shoot.

Why shouldn't I? You would have shot me.

No, no, I am not a criminal. You must listen to me, Mr Lawrence.

I know Doreen Temple wants me out of the way

and she would pay you very well for killing me.

But you're a practical man, are you not?

At times, yes.

I will pay you more than she.

How much more?

15,000. Yes, 15,000. I give you that much.

15 grand? But you must be kidding, your life ain't worth that much.

All right, where's the money?

I'll get it... From Doreen Temple.

From Doreen Temple? Oh, you don't stop at anything, do you?

I want what's rightfully mine.

You must listen to me. I will explain.

I was an importer in South America, Doreen Temple was there too.

-This mug makes them up better than little Annie.

-I'm telling the truth.

There was a business transaction. She tricked me. She tricks everybody. She will trick you too.

-She and Duke Monette.

-Duke Monette?

-Where does he cut in on this?

-You, you know him?

-No, I don't want to.

-I remember Duke Monette.

-Yeah, during prohibition.

Right, he lead of the most vicious gang around at the time.

But I thought he was dead.

No. Doreen brought him out of the country.

The Duke was in love with her then.

She learned from him what she knows.

You have to tell me where I can find her, Mr Lawrence.

We have to trust each other.

Boss, I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw Rhode Island.

I know, Goldie, I know.

When will you let me know your decision, Mr Lawrence?

Call me up tomorrow, I'll tell you then. Here.

Thank you.

Good night, Mr Lawrence.

Good night.

Boss, how are you going to bring this Vantine to this Doreen dame

when you don't even know where she is yourself?

I think the charming Doreen will show up pretty fast when she hears about that photograph.

-She doesn't even know we got it yet.

-She will tomorrow, Goldie,

-we're going to do some advertising in the morning.

-Advertising?

At the office of Star Costal Lines.

Look, boss, we land in town and you get tossed into the hoosegow.

Well...

Then a couple of Doreen's pals beat you up.

-Go on.

-What I want to know is, what's going to happen to us next?

You just got through saying it all happened to me.

Yeah. That's right.

What am I worrying about?

How do you do?

I'd like some information about one of your employees. Abel Keyes.

Er, I'm sorry, sir.

I can't give out any information about any of our employees.

Oh. Who can?

Well, uh... Mr DeForrest is the general manager.

-Then if you don't mind, I'll see him.

-He's busy right now.

Would you mind announcing me? My name is Lawrence, Tom Lawrence.

I'll see.

Mr DeForrest?

Yes?

There's a Mr Lawrence out here to see you.

Mr Lawrence?

Lawrence, why, he's the man I was just telling you about.

He was at the house when Loomis...

What could he want with me?

Well, I don't know. But I'd rather he didn't see me here.

Let him in.

Yes, sir. He'll see you.

Thank you.

-Mr Lawrence?

-Yes.

-I'm Mr DeForrest.

-How do you do?

-Sit down.

-Thank you.

-What can I do for you?

-I'd like some information about Abel Keyes.

We have hundreds of employees here.

I couldn't possibly keep track of all of them.

I see... But this is very important.

You might almost say it's a matter of life and death.

Very well.

Let's see.

He's aboard the SS Citadel.

She's still at sea.

-The Citadel?

-Yes, she's one of our larger ships.

And when does she make port?

Well, that depends upon time, tide and circumstance.

He says his name is Lawrence.

He's asking a lot of questions about Abel Keyes.

All right, Doreen.

I'll send him over to your place.

Well, this has been a very enlightening session, Mr DeForrest.

-I've learnt exactly nothing. Thanks a lot.

-Not at all.

Oh, you can come out now, Miss Marshall.

-Hello.

-How did you know I was here?

I felt your irresistible presence and remembered your perfume.

You have no right to spy on me and I won't stand for it.

I told you not to come here. When will you learn this is a business office?

It happens to be my business office, Mr DeForrest, and don't forget that.

-Yours?

-Not that it concerns you but I own the Star Coastal Lines.

That's quite right, Mr Lawrence, I'm Miss Marshall's business manager.

See that you were never that in the future.

Why were you hiding from me a moment ago?

Because I don't trust you.

Give me a chance and I'll grow on you.

For example, would a quiet lunch for two interest you?

All right.

Oh, Mr Lawrence... I ran across Abel Keyes' home address on our files.

Thank you.

-Miss Marshall, this is Mr Locke.

-How do you do?

Pleased to have metten up with you.

-Will you excuse us for a moment?

-Certainly.

-Goldie...

-Say, who's the tomato?

-Oh, she owns the shipping company.

-Yeah? For a sailor she ain't bad looking.

-Take it easy, Goldie.

Find out when the Citadel docks, then go to one of the newspaper offices

and get me all the press clippings you can find on Duke Monette,

-especially those with photographs.

-Right.

-I'm sorry.

-That's all right.

Where to, Mister?

Erm...2125 Coleman Street.

There's no restaurant on Coleman Street.

-I have a call to make, do you mind?

-Of course not.

One might say it's in the nature of a business call.

I don't know what connection Star Coastal Lines have

with what happened to me, but I intend to find out,

and it's comforting to have the owner along, for protection.

-Of all the nonsense...

-Frankly, I hope it is just nonsense.

Frankly, I'd rather not have lunch with you. Please let me out.

But you've already accepted my invitation, and I insist on holding you to it.

Forcibly? This is kidnapping, Mr Lawrence.

Oh, please, call me Tom, and now that I have kidnapped the entire Marshall family

I should be considered an old friend.

-I could call for help, you know?

-Why don't you?

Because I'm looking forward to the pleasure of proving what an idiot you are.

Come in, Tom. So nice to see you again.

I wish I could say the same.

I was looking for some...

-You heard what she said. Go on inside. Both of you.

-Oh...

-I'm afraid we can't stay very long.

-Oh, I'm so sorry.

Still, I'm glad you came, though I didn't expect Miss Marshall.

-I'm not here through choice.

-So you know each other?

-Unfortunately, yes.

-Then it must be aware that Miss Marshall is the owner of the Citadel?

-Naturally.

But I scarcely think she'd attempt to interfere with the unloading of the cargo.

-Meaning that you think I might?

-Mmm-hmm. You and Vantine.

-That cargo must be very valuable.

Why else do you think he's going to such lengths to defraud me?

I was under the impression that you were trying to defraud him.

After all the plans I've made and the risks I've taken, no-one is going to stand in my way.

You're forgetting one thing, Doreen. Vantine is around

and if anything should happen to me, he'll know what to tell the police.

Exactly. So I took the liberty of sending word to Vantine that you were waiting for him here.

He's on his way over now.

-You think of everything, don't you?

-I can't afford to make mistakes in my business.

Vantine's coming.

All right, you two. Over against the wall.

-Is Mr Lawrence here?

-Yes. He's waiting to see you.

-Thank you.

-Doreen.

-You're most elusive, Mr Vantine.

I'd almost given up hope of getting in touch with you again.

Sorry, officer, it's really nothing. We thought we heard a fire engine.

-We always run to fires.

-Do you, now? Most folks run away from them.

Er, taxi.

-Tom, I apologise.

-So do I. That makes us even.

That policeman, why didn't you tell him?

-We're not ready for the police yet.

-What about Mr Vantine?

-They won't dare harm him while I'm loose.

-Well, then I'll be safe, too.

Yes, but I want you to stay home for the present and not see anyone.

Anyone?

Hmm.

I'm kind to dumb animals. I treat women like they was almost my equal.

I'm a one-woman man. Easy-going, steady-going.

What do you say, sister, what do you say?

-Well, you're very kind, but I've been married three times.

-Three times?

-Three husbands and they all died.

-All died?

-Buried all three of them.

All three?

I remember the funeral of the last one, looking down his coffin

to say my last goodbyes to him.

He looked better then than you do right now.

Why, you husband burrier!

What's going on around here?

This marriage business is more complicated than the income tax.

-What about those newspaper clippings on Duke Monette?

-They're in the room.

You know, Goldie, one should never overlook newspapers as a source of information.

Of course, there are newspapers and newspapers.

-Some are...

-Well, you may be right and then again you may be wrong.

-It depends whether you can read or not.

-Come on out.

-Well, well, well.

-Mr DeForrest.

I...I'm afraid this is an awkward situation.

I guess I'm not very good at this sort of thing.

You sure seem to be doing all right.

You can put the gun away, I'm not armed.

All right, is this a social call or were you looking for something?

Frankly, I was looking forward Joan.

See, I'm worried about her, with that kidnapping attempt and then those murders.

Joan hasn't been at her home since she left my office with you.

I wondered if I'd been wise, letting her leave with you.

She's at home now, I just left her there.

Oh, well, I'm greatly relieved.

You see, the girl's father was a very good friend of mine.

Before he died he asked me to take care of them, it's a big responsibility.

I'm not a very good detective, I found nothing that makes you seem guilty.

-I'm glad of that.

-I hope you'll excuse me if I seem suspicious, I thought I was doing the right thing.

Sure, boss, excuse him. If they'd have been my kids I'd have probably done the same thing.

-Of course, yes.

-Thank you. if you don't mind, I'll be getting along.

-I guess I'm lucky you didn't shoot me. Good day, Mr Lawrence.

-So long.

-And from now on, please try to believe that we're on your side.

-Thank you, I'll remember.

-Where did you put those clippings?

-Under the blotter.

-Fine.

-Sure nice of that guy to take care of them kids like that.

-Yes, isn't it?

Say, I wouldn't mind having a couple of kids like that myself.

I see you couldn't find a picture of Monette.

"SS Citadel."

I almost forgot, Duke Monette had quite a rum fleet during prohibition.

You know, Goldie, the pieces of this jigsaw puzzle are beginning to fall into place.

-I think we better pay Star Coastal Lines another visit.

-You mean you suspect DeForrest?

No, but I suspect the cargo of one of his ships. Did you find out when the Citadel docks?

Sure, it gets in today but, boss, you don't get me on no boat. Even taking a bath, I get seasick.

-Goldie.

-Another vacation like this and I'll end up in the hospital.

-Did you notice the first mate?

-No, I just hope he don't notice me.

Doesn't look anything like that photograph of Abel Keyes.

-Well, they say nothing changes people like travel.

-Go and find out who he is.

Boss, suppose he wants to see my union card.

Excuse me, Mister. You're the union card...

-I mean, you're the first mate, ain't you?

-That's right.

I was told to see about a job on your ship. You're Abel Keyes, aren't you?

-Yeah, I'm Keyes, and we've got a full crew.

-Thanks anyway. Some other time.

Reckons he's Abel Keyes.

Yes, and they claim this is hemp.

Doreen and Vantine aren't getting mixed up in murder for a cargo like this.

-That ain't hemp, that's the stuff they make ropes out.

-It's hemp, all right.

-This is more like it.

-What's that stuff?

-Now we're getting somewhere.

-Unless I'm mistaken, that's raw silk.

-Raw silk? I don't get it.

Keep an eye on this. I want to talk to DeForrest.

Thank you.

-Mr DeForrest.

-Yes.

-Oh, Lawrence, what's the idea?

-Oh, I'm making a private investigation.

-Can you tell me what this is?

-Oh, it's raw silk.

-Why is it entering the country labelled hemp?

-What do you mean?

-Where did you get this?

-I just helped bring some of it off your ship.

This cargo's got to be held up until we can get an official check-up.

-Come with me.

-I'd sooner stay out of it.

As you like. Thanks for telling me.

-Have it all loaded back on the ship at once.

-If you say so, Mr DeForrest.

All right, men, get that stuff back on board, all of it.

Get it loaded down there.

But, boss, every time we go to the Marshall house we get into more trouble.

-Things are just beginning to make sense, Goldie.

-Yeah?

Don't be surprised if Joan Marshall leads us to Duke Monette.

No kidding? How does this Monette guy tie up with the Marshall kids?

That's what I've got to find out. There it is, driver.

-Mr Lawrence! And Goldilocks!

-Hello, Annie.

-Hi, Annie.

-I've been lonesome for you. Come on in.

-Thanks.

Er, Annie, I'm in a hurry, I must see your sister at once.

-You can't, she's not here.

-Oh. Do you know where I can find her?

Sure I know, but she doesn't know that I know. She's gone to see her secret lover.

-Her what?

-Here we go again!

-Annie, is this another one of your stories?

-No, honest it isn't.

Then how do you know about this secret lover?

I was playing detective and I found where she hides her little red book.

What's that got to do with a secret lover?

-Every time she calls him up, she writes in the book before she goes to meet him.

-Oh.

-Do you know where it is?

-I'll get it.

It was here a minute ago.

-Diogenes, I've told you never to steal my things. Here, Mr Lawrence.

-Thank you.

-Is Diogenes always such a bad dog?

-Sometimes he's just awful.

Telegraph Hill, hmm?

Annie, you're a better detective than any little girl I know.

And he knows plenty and they ain't so little.

Buy her all the ice cream she can hold. I'm going to Telegraph Hill.

Sit down. You know, you're a smart kid. How old are you?

I'll be 18, 11 years from next August.

Annie, you're going to make some guy a very swell wife when you grow up.

I know it, Goldilocks, but when I marry Mr Lawrence he's got to stop running after other girls.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

-Why...Mr Lawrence.

-Oh, are we back to that? It was Tom.

-How did you know I was here?

-You don't object to my seeing the sights, do you?

This is a historic landmark, and very beautiful.

Stop it, we both know you've been trying to get something on me ever since you came here.

Why should you resent that if you've nothing to hide?

I wouldn't be interrupting anything, would I?

That's a habit of yours, isn't it?

-Such as the wealthy Marshall heiress meeting with a former gangster?

-Why, you...

-Sorry to keep you waiting, dear.

-It's all right.

What did you want to see me about?

-Hello, Mr Lawrence.

-Hello, Duke.

-Duke?

Monette is the last name, in case you've forgotten your former identity.

What makes you think I'm this Duke Monette you speak of?

These clippings prove the Citadel used to be the flagship of your rum-running fleet.

They don't prove I'm Duke Monette.

Oh, why don't you quit stalling? I'm trying to help you.

Doreen Temple admitted you were in on that silk deal.

-Oh, but you promised...

-Joan, I know what you're thinking but it isn't true.

They forced me into it, threatened to expose me to the police, even more. They held you and Ann over my head.

You have a very persuasive manner, Duke. If I didn't know so much about you, I'd almost believe you.

Mr Lawrence, I'll ask you to keep this confidence. You see, Joan and Ann are my daughters.

I had an idea you were covering up something of that sort.

I never wanted it revealed that my girls were the daughters of a former criminal.

-You can understand that, Mr Lawrence?

-How did Doreen find out?

She and I were once very friendly. She knows all there is to know about me.

When she tried to get me to go back to the old life, I broke with her.

-You must realise Doreen won't quit just because that cargo's tied up.

-What can she do?

She can do what you taught her to do in the old days.

She and her playmates will hijack that boat tonight, cargo and all.

If you're really on the level about having reformed, this is your chance to prove it.

-Will you help me stop them?

-It'll be a pleasure.

-Good.

Meet me in the dock tonight at eight o'clock.

All right, men, step it up, we've got to get out of here in a hurry.

Mr Lawrence.

Oh, there you are.

-Have you seen any of them?

-Yes, they're all on board. Come on.

Vantine.

-They're getting up steam.

-Better hurry.

Hold it, where do you think you're going? Mr DeForrest, sorry.

That's all right, Davis.

I thought you didn't know about Abel Keyes.

-Of course I did, but I couldn't tell you that, could I?

-I see.

-The cabin's down this way.

-We've got a job to do in the engine room, first.

-Rather rough on him, isn't it?

-The only way to deal with these men.

But he's the engineer, this thing will blow up with no-one to watch that pressure gauge.

We'll send someone down when we get things under control.

-There's been a change of plans.

-All right, Ricky, get his gun.

-For Joan's sake, I thought you'd changed.

-Get in there.

I thought you might like to say a last goodbye to Mr Lawrence.

-That would be a pleasure, Duke.

-From now on, I leave him to you.

And we'll be on our way with no-one left behind to stop us.

I'll be waiting to hear how you make out.

Don't let him get away. He's led all of you into a trap.

I don't have to tell you Mr Lawrence is a smooth talker.

I've had several samples of it.

Listen, the boilers are right below this cabin. They'll blow sky high any minute.

Before we came here, Duke slugged the engineer.

-Aren't you overdoing it a bit, Tom?

-Don't be a fool, stop him.

Ricky.

-Is there anything to what Lawrence says?

-Of course not.

Tell me the truth, Doreen, and I'll prove it - was that nurse on the train working for you?

Yes.

Then use your head. Vantine had just come from South America.

He couldn't have known Carla Keyes would be on that train. Neither could you.

But Duke knew when his daughter was coming home from school.

You didn't meet Annie at the train as you usually did. Why?

Because you knew Carla was dead, you killed her.

You can't talk your way out of this, Lawrence.

I think we'll hear what he has to say.

It's the only possible explanation.

You were on the train, you got rid of the nurse because she was holding your daughter,

keeping us trapped, so that you couldn't make a move.

And what about that butler? He was being paid by you, too, to watch Joan the same way.

Yes.

And he was killed.

So was Vantine.

-By someone.

-Yes, the same someone who slugged the engineer.

Now there's nobody left to check the steam pressure, this ship will blow up any minute.

Gave up the old rackets but not the old way of solving problems.

He was out to get all of you, one by one, everyone who knew about his past.

Rickey, call the engine room and check.

Drop it!

Get over there.

I never thought you'd turn on me, Duke.

What did you expect? Nobody ever crossed me and got away with it.

-Duke, Joan and Annie are coming aboard.

-Not smart enough, Lawrence.

-Doreen, look.

-Duke, you don't seem to understand. Your own children...

-Keep back.

You wouldn't shoot me.

Keep back.

-I like Doreen a lot.

-Keep back!

-Get back over there.

-What's happened?

-Don't ask questions. Get them out of here.

Why is everyone so serious?

Oh, we have a lot on our minds. Haven't we, Goldie?

Oh, Annie. There's something I'd like to talk to you about.

If it's about cutting down your income tax, you're too late.

I'm going to marry Mr Lawrence.

How do you like that, Diogenes?

He snatched her right out from under my nose!

THEY LAUGH

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