The Falcon's Brother

We dock in ten minutes.

Bravo!

-For you.

-A toast to the United States and our safe arrival.

-To the finest dance team in America. Your continued success.

-It will be a pleasure to be in your country again.

And your friend - I thought he was going to join us.

Well, yes. Well, you know how men are -

probably having trouble packing. I'll go and look for him.

-Parece muy nerviosa.

-Ella sabe?

-No se.

-We dock in ten minutes, sir.

-Never mind - I'll tell him.

-Yes, ma'am.

-What's the matter?!

-Look!

Go and find the harbour officials at once! Yes, sir!

Here it is - pier 7.

Why can't I wait here? You haven't seen your brother for five years.

Get over your antisocial notions, Lefty.

Remember, you're a respectable citizen now.

Besides, we're going to celebrate.

-All right, but I still feel inconvenienced.

-Don't go into that again.

Where I go, YOU go.

There are exceptions, of course.

..Hello!

I know - like dames, for instance.

Didn't we meet at the Duchess of Poole's party in London?

-Must have been some other girl. I ain't been to London.

-What a pity...for the Londoners.

-You do as I say!

-I will not!

-No-one allowed on board. Police orders.

-Take it easy!

-Chief, you told me to hurry!

-Inspector Donovan...

-Good evening, Inspector.

-The great Falcon. What are you doing here?

-Minding our own business.

-What are YOU doing here?

-Don't give me that! How did you find out about this?

-About what?!

The body! If there wasn't a body, we wouldn't be here! ..Ignore them.

-Consider yourself ignored.

-That doesn't hurt my feelings.

-What's all this about a body?!

-I haven't the faintest idea.

-I'll be glad if we never find out.

You're slipping, Lefty.

It's fate. Destiny brought us together.

-Pardon, senor.

-How do you do?

-Fascinating type.

-We're here to meet your brother, remember.

-Oh, yes!

-I hope he hasn't got dames for a hobby, like you have.

You're in for a disappointment!

-Mr Lawrence's cabin.

-Right there, sir.

-Thanks.

Excuse me.

-I thought you were minding your own business.

-I must be in the wrong cabin. I'm looking for my brother,

-Tom Lawrence.

-Wait a minute. Isn't that guy's name Lawrence?

Are you his brother?

I'm Gay Lawrence.

I'm sorry, but it looks like a clear case of suicide.

-Poison.

-He left this note.

Is that him?

If there's anything I can do - anything at all...

-Nothing, thanks.

-I don't know what to say.

I want to tell you how sorry I am. I only met him on the boat, but he was a good friend.

-This is Miss Diane Medford. She found him.

-I see.

It's suicide, so you can turn the passengers loose.

-Do you mind if I leave the arrangements to you?

-No. You get off home, I'll take care of everything.

We've been battling for years,

-but underneath... Well, you know what I mean.

-Thanks, Timothy.

I don't know what to say. I just don't know what to say.

Don't say anything. Follow that taxi.

-You must be historical!

-Oh, come on!

Tail that cab! Don't argue!

Come on, Lefty! I don't want to lose sight of that girl!

I don't get it. You leave your brother as cold as a herring, and start chasing a dame.

It happens that WASN'T my brother.

Oh, right.

-WHAT?!

-I've never seen him before in my life.

-Oh, that's good.

What a relief.

Where IS your brother?

-That's what we're going to find out.

-Why didn't you tell Donovan?

-I thought Tom might have his reasons for disappearing. You see, Lefty, that wasn't a suicide.

-No?

-Since when have you been swiping cigar butts?

-In the cabin.

That's how it was done. The cigar reeks of poison.

Poison? La Prima Donna? Ooh, to think I used to go for that brand.

-The department will have to send flowers. Lawrence is taking it pretty hard.

-Taking what hard?

-His brother's death. A tragedy.

-What?! He just left here, chasing a dame.

-What?!

-Follow him!

-Why?

-Because they told me I'm the boss, and the boss gives the orders. You don't mind, do you(?)

-Not at all.

-Good evening.

-Good evening, Charles.

-Happy to see you back.

-Just in time for the fashion show.

-Thank you.

There ain't enough dames in the open market - you've got to come here.

I saw a familiar pair of headlights...

-Drive around in case Donovan is following us.

-Sure.

-Have you seen Mr Harrington?

-He's over there.

-Check that. Thank you.

Look for yourself in Modern Modes or perhaps Savitsky can make a print for you.

Certainly, Mr Harrington.

-Paul!

-Diane, darling!

-Nice to see you again, Miss Medford.

-Thank you.

-You might have met me at the boat.

-I couldn't afford to miss this. These are the government-approved styles.

-I don't believe that. I know about you and Arlette.

-Ridiculous!

-I want to talk to her.

-She's busy.

This gown is typical... The use of two-colour material and the embroidered sequin motif

give interest to this gown.

Tell her I'll be in her office.

-Aren't you Gay Lawrence, the one they call the Falcon?

-Yes. And you?

-Oh, you couldn't be a reporter.

-Why not?

-You've got a notebook!

-I'm a fashion reporter, but I'll get a police beat one day.

-I don't doubt it.

Wherever you are, exciting things seem to happen.

-Meeting you is all of that, Miss...

-Brooks. Marcia Brooks.

Do you expect anything to happen here tonight?

Sorry, I didn't bring my crystal ball.

OK, but I'm keeping an eye on you - don't think I'm not!

-Sorry, these are the private offices. The showing is in there.

-Oh, yes, of course. How silly of me.

-May I see your invitation?

-Oh, I'm with this lady.

-You're looking lovely tonight, my dear.

-Well...!

I'm so sorry.

And now, the Victory Dress...

APPLAUSE

I'm happy that you share my enthusiasm.

It doesn't only express the spirit of the day, but it shows that we can have lovely gowns and dresses

and comply with government regulations.

I'm also happy to tell you that this dress has been chosen by Paul Harrington, editor of Modern Modes,

to be featured on the cover of the next issue. APPLAUSE

Ain't this a lovely creation?

One of nature's loveliest.

Take a gander at what I saw coming in here.

-Interesting.

-I'm only interested in one thing - getting out of here.

-Carmela and Valdez!

-How are you?

-It is a pleasure to see you!

I hoped you'd get here in time. We need to ask you a favour. Yes?

-We are leaving soon for Chicago to open at the casino...

-Carmela wants you to create something special.

-Yes.

-Your gowns were always lucky for us. We'll do our best.

Excuse me. I'll be right back.

I suppose that you came back here and parked your car right out front.

-Of course.

-We can't let Donovan find us here.

-Suits me - let's scram.

-I want to talk to the girl from the boat - Diane Medford.

-I was afraid of that.

-It's the only way to find out what happened to my brother. Hold off Donovan if he comes.

-What'll I do?!

SIREN BLARES

-Can't you hear the sirens?! Put out those lights!

-I'll have them close the blackout curtains.

-No time!

They're here - that's his car. Stay with it.

-What's going on?!

-It's a blackout!

-Oh, OK. ..Put that out!

-We'll have everything under control soon.

-What's wrong?

-Blackout.

-What do you mean?! Every light in town is blazing!

-What?!

-What do you want?

-We both know that wasn't my brother on the boat.

I'm afraid you have to do a little explaining.

That's an unusual ring you have.

Where did that shot come from?!

Hurry up with those lights!

-Find the light switch.

-I'm looking for it.

What's the matter with the lights?!

-She's dead.

-Diane!

-Who are you?

-They were to marry.

-And who are YOU?

-I own this shop. Miss Medford worked for me.

She had just returned from South America on business. That's who the Falcon followed.

-I know! Search the place! Find the Falcon!

-OK.

-Lock the doors - nobody leaves the building.

-Who are you?

-I'm a reporter...

-Not now, sister.

-Get in there!

-You can't do this to me!

-This guy called the blackout.

So, you're an air-raid warden.

-Who did this?

-That's what you're gonna tell us.

-How should I know?!

-You turned out the lights so the Falcon could sneak in here. Where is he?!

-He went home after the boat.

Yeah? Then why are YOU here?

Um...buying a dress for my aunt.

Isn't that just too lovely(!) Think of a better one than that!

Hold it!

-Gay!

-Tom! What happened to you on the boat?

-I was never on it. I came by clipper from the Bahamas.

-What intrigue are you mixed up in now?!

-I have unfinished business with a lady called Diane Medford.

-You'll never finish it now.

-Why not?

-Just a touch of homicide.

Too bad.

Only yesterday, we were having cocktails.

-The next thing you know, the boat had gone, with your belongings.

-Yes.

She was beautiful, wasn't she?

-I told you all I know.

-You'll talk when we get you downtown.

-The Falcon ain't here.

Neither is the gun, so we have to prove he WAS here. Did anyone here see him?

-Um...

-What were you going to say?

-Nothing - I've heard of him, that's all.

-That's a big help(!)

He must have made a clean getaway. He never was here!

-Let these people go, but get their names and addresses.

-The models too?

-They're accounted for, and the customers.

-Let's go.

I'm playing ball with you. I didn't tell them I'd seen the Falcon. Now, you tell me where he's gone.

You've made a mistake. He was never here.

-Furthermore, he don't like dames following him.

-I've heard otherwise.

Hey, where are you going?!

You've got nothing on me. My being here is coincidental.

-Does that mean we can't make a pitch?

-No. ..You're under arrest.

-What for?

-Impersonating an air-raid warden.

-How did you get into the country without a passport?

-Remember Stinker Jones at school?

-Yes.

-He's in Government House at Nassau.

-Good old Stinker! I don't think this is just another murder.

Seems to be a pattern of some kind.

People are leaving.

Keep your eyes open.

Whatever you do, don't let the police know I was here.

CAR ENGINE STARTS

Hey! Taxi!

-What's wrong?

-My friend's had one too many. Help me get him into the cab.

Sure.

-Well, Doctor?

-Traumatic shock and concussion. May stay like this for a couple of days.

But he'll come out of it OK.

Mr Lawrence has remarkable powers of recuperation.

-You should sleep too.

-I must find out who did this.

-You should call the police.

-Perhaps. Good night.

Good night.

PHONE RINGS

You take it. My brother's not here - no information to anyone.

I understand. He receives many calls from young ladies. We give them the pidgin English treatment.

Hello.

Mr Lawrence residence, please.

-I wanna talk to Mr Lawrence.

-Oh, so sorry, but she not home.

You call again some time, maybe.

Thank you. Goodbye, please.

Very effective. Who was it?

PHONE RINGS

Hello! Mr Lawrence residence, please.

Slow down, you. This is Inspector Donovan. I wanna talk to Lawrence.

If you lie to me, I'll lock you up and throw the key away.

It's Inspector Donovan calling.

He seems positive that your brother is here.

Very well, Donovan. What is it?

Oh, Falcon. That's more like it.

I'm coming over to ask you about that homicide, and you better be there.

I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm already in bed,

and under the circumstances... Hello?

-He hung up?

-He's on his way over here.

..Miss Ross!

-Miss Ross!

-Here I am.

-Yes, that's the point.

-Could you be somewhere else for ten minutes?

-Leave my patient?

-It's the patient I'm thinking of.

-Could you wait in the kitchen?

-Why?

-No time to explain, but it's important.

-Oh, is it?

Did I tell you you're a very lovely girl?

If I may say so, Mr Tom, you have the same technique as your brother.

He learned it from me, years ago! DOOR BUZZER

-The police?

-Couldn't be, this soon.

Answer it.

-Is Mr Lawrence in?

-Oh, he not home. You come back much later, please?

-No. I'll wait.

-Please! He not here!

Come back later! Please!

How delightful. How are you? And WHO are you?

-Marcia Brooks, Morning Gazette.

-Oh, a reporter... So charming, too!

I think the buildings in New York are beautiful and the women are tall.

There you are - you've had your interview. Now, excuse me.

-I don't understand. Are you a friend of Gay Lawrence?

-Definitely.

-If YOU are, you'll come back later.

-I know the Falcon was at that shop tonight when Diane was murdered.

-If you don't let me in on this, the police will be here in five minutes.

-You'll be four minutes too late -

they're already on the way. If you play along, I'll tell you all about it.

-So sorry...

-All right, all right. Where is he?

He in bed. He broken up because his brother is dead.

-He in clinical condition.

-We've got a remedy for that.

Very artistic.

I'd be sympathetic if I didn't know you'd just bumped off a dame.

You knew she killed your brother, so you took the law into your own hands. But I've got a job to do!

Come on! It won't do any good to dummy up - I've got a case against you.

Haven't you got anything to say for yourself?

-What's the matter with him?!

-You're bluffing, Donovan.

-Huh?!

You'll find out when we get to the headquarters. Get dressed, unless you want booked in your pyjamas!

-Where's his clothes?

-Clothes - they all gone. Washy-washy.

-He means his suits.

-Over there.

-Come on!

I've got an alibi, Donovan. Arrest me and I'll get you off the force.

Take it easy! I'm only doing a job.

I've got two bodies and no suspects but you. If you didn't do it, who did? Give me a hint!

OK, but I ain't gonna quit till I prove that you were at the scene of the crime, and committed it!

Good night, Timothy.

-Did it work?

-It went well!

-This is most exciting thing that's ever happened to fashion reporter!

What do we do next?

I'll tell you. We adjourn...

until tomorrow morning.

-I'll be here, bright and early.

-Not too early and not too bright!

-Good morning.

-He not wakey up yet.

Sleep, sleep. Just like a baby.

Come back later, please.

Hello!

-Bright AND early!

-I regret that I was unable to convince the young lady.

-IMITATES JERRY:

-Bossy man try to give pretty lady run-around?!

Young lady hungry. Like cup of coffee.

DOOR BUZZER

Why, Mr Lefty! The newspaper said you were incarcerated.

You know I never drink. I was pinched but I beat them. Suspended sentence.

Hello, Lefty. > Hello. Who are you?! How did you tag me?

You're practically one of the family. I'm Tom Lawrence. The Falcon's brother!

The fella that wasn't killed on the boat! What a relief to get you pinned down!

-Mr Lawrence?

-Yes, Miss Ross?

-His temperature is normal this morning. Isn't that fine?

-What's she doing here?

My brother had some bad luck last night. Someone tried to eliminate him with a 12-cylinder sedan.

Was he hurt bad? No. He'll be fine.

-You can see him later.

-Thank you.

I'll say one thing for the Falcon - he never chased dames till after breakfast.

-What'll we do about the murders?

-Murders? Include me out. Dames are bad enough.

-The police have probably solved it. Donovan must have traced the gun's owner by now.

-What gun?

Gay said he saw one beside the body.

But we were all in that room behind the police. There wasn't any gun.

No gun?!

-How would you like to visit the dress shop with me?

-What woman wouldn't?!

-Does that mean you suspect Arlette?

-Arlette and you and everyone who was in the room.

Harrington and the photographers and the dance team...

-Why do you suspect me?!

-Oh, run along!

He's almost as bad as his brother,

only worse.

This ensemble is of rayon and wool.

-It would look lovely on you...

-Madam Arlette?

-Pardon me.

-Surely.

Madam Arlette? My name is Lawrence.

-And this is Miss...

-We've met. Miss Brooks of the Gazette. May I help you?

-We'd like to talk to you.

-Yes?

-About the incident last night.

I've given a statement to the press.

We understand, but if you could give us a few moments of your time...

Of course. Come over here and sit down.

-Surely you're not a policeman?

-You might call me an investigator.

You're very young and lovely to be the presiding genius of this business.

-We were going to ask some questions.

-Yes. Tell us about Diane Medford.

-She was clever at gathering style ideas.

-That's not what I meant.

-What do you know about her private life?

-Nothing. Other people's private lives don't interest me.

Nor does my own, usually.

Something should be done about that.

I know you'll never forgive me, but I must break away.

I just remembered an appointment I forgot to mention.

The impulsive type, you know.

-What were you going to say?

-Madam Arlette?

I am delighted with my fitting! The gown will be magnificent!

-Stupendo. Only you could have created it so quickly.

-Thank you.

-Mr Lawrence, Carmela and Valdez.

-I've seen your dancing in Buenos Aires.

-It has been delightful meeting you,

-but we have much to do.

-Si.

..Adios.

Madam, you are wanted in the sitting room.

-This is my busy morning.

-Are you busy this evening?

-Nothing that can't be rearranged.

-I'll call for you at 8.30.

-Well! Small world, isn't it?

-Yes, and there's some small people in it.

Get me the police headquarters.

Could I speak to Inspector Donovan, please?

I'll take that one. ..Thank you.

What on earth do you want that for?!

-Gave me an idea for a dress.

-You can never get away from your work!

Or vice versa!

-This publicity ought to be good for your business.

-Not with the people who buy Arlette gowns.

It'll soon be over. The police found the gun that killed Diane Medford.

Really?

-Where did they find it?

-I don't know.

But it'll be a matter of hours before they trace the serial number to the owner.

-Who do they think did it?

-Don't let's worry about that now!

-Sorry, but have you an escort?

-I left him under a table last night - I want to see if he's still there.

-Ladies without escorts are not permitted.

-Who said I was a lady?

Tom, darling! Am I late?

-I'm glad you found some company while you were waiting for me.

-Oh, yes. Quite.

I hope I've proved amusing. Now you're here, please excuse me.

Good night.

I guess that makes us even.

-Thank you for coming in. You gave her an excuse to leave.

-You wanted her to go?!

-I suppose you're going to follow her.

-Naturally. Or am I?

-I was lurking in the lobby...

-Yes?

Donovan came in. I heard him say he was tipped off that a guy was coming here tonight

-impersonating an officer. Someone's framed you.

-Arlette, no doubt.

Let's get outta here. ..Uh-oh.

Yours, I believe.

-What are you doing here?

-Me? I'm here to reserve a table for tomorrow night.

I know - for your aunt(!) Have you seen Arlette?

She was over there a moment ago.

I'll be glad to get back home again.

So will I, but we're not going there yet.

We have to see a lady about a gun.

Oh... Dames!

Let me handle this. It's as easy as taking candy from a baby.

Have you tried taking candy from a baby?

Takes a bit of doing.

Must be in there somewhere.

We're right out here in public.

-There can't be anything hidden here.

-There's got to be.

Don't look like that Arlette dame came back here. That's the Falcon's car. Something's going on here.

-I'm going to search the place.

-Why?

-Cos we're officers of the law looking for someone!

-You don't mind, do you?!

-Not at all.

You know, she reminds me of a dame I used to know in Canarsie.

It's only a wax dummy.

Lefty?

Lefty!

Here I am. KNOCKING >

- They must have went in the back. - Cops!

Them was the days...

Wait a minute. There's something about that window...

-Hey!

-What happened to her?!

-Well, she didn't go back to Canarsie!

-THUMPING

-Get down, out of sight!

You're covered.

Found a new friend? ..Who are you?

I should explain. I'm Tom Lawrence, Gay's brother.

Nice meeting you. Looking better than when I saw you on a slab in the morgue.

-You picked the wrong man. His brother is dead and officially identified.

-And you're under arrest.

-For impersonating a corpse(?)

-Compounding a felony, conspiracy, breaking and entering,

-and resisting an officer.

-Come on.

-What are you pinching ME for?

-Impersonating a window dummy. Come on.

This is the way it stacks up - the dame on the boat gets sore at the Falcon's brother and bumps him off.

The Falcon follows her to the dress shop and gives her the works.

It's open...and shut.

Open and shut. Have you arrested him?

In due time. The guy we arrested was a phoney the Falcon dug up.

If he makes us think his brother is still alive, the Falcon's got no motive for killing the dame.

-How clever of you!

-Oh, it's just routine.

The phoney brother gave us a long, sad story.

He says he got a boat from the Bahamas,

and they stole his passport!

-But you checked, and the story isn't true?

-We're checking.

I can spot a phoney line when I hear it.

-Good morning, Marcia.

-Good morning.

-Goodbye. My stay has been most enjoyable.

-What's the game?!

-We've got to let him go.

-Why?!

We checked - his story's on the level.

I thought I had it figured out! She's got it in her notebook.

-Put this in YOUR notebook. If one of those cops of yours...

-You didn't say why YOU were in the dress shop!

-You wanna find out who plugged Diane?

-Sure.

-Well, so does he.

One Falcon round here is enough. I don't want another one in my hair!

Next time you stick your nose in, your stay here won't be enjoyable.

-If you don't mind, I'll handle this.

-Huh! What a break for crime(!)

-What's the next step?

-You know, we've neglected one suspect.

You have access to the newspaper files. See what you can find out about Harrington's photographer.

-Savitsky looks like the criminal type.

-He may be the key to the mystery.

I'll let you know if I find anything.

We sure gave her the brush-off. Where to now?

-We'd better go and see how Gay is.

-That works for me.

-Then we have checking up to do at Madam Arlette's.

-Dames again...

This is one of the most popular ones.

It has the latest defence equipment. Thank you.

-Have I kept you waiting?

-Waiting?

-You didn't expect me, after what happened here last night?

-Oh... It was you.

And, um, I found this.

When I told you the police had it, you led me straight to it.

Why didn't you give it to the police?

I don't want you taking the blame for someone else. I know how you feel about Harrington.

It is him you're protecting, isn't it?

Yes. But I don't believe he did it. Someone is trying to involve him.

-Will you come with me and talk to him?

-All right.

-I'll get my things.

Mr Harrington, do you want me sophisticated, or sweet and simple?

Just plain glamour will do.

Come on! The pose! The pose!

Could you take this, please?

There's a shadow... Lean forward, Miss, um...

-Ready?

-Yes.

-Hold it!

Shoot.

-Mr Harrington?

-Yes?

-Miss Arlette wants to see you. It's important.

-Tell her I'll be right in.

Use the last pose. Print it up.

Paul. This is Mr Lawrence, who's investigating the murder.

-I asked him to talk to you before going to the police.

-Is this yours?

-Yes. You don't think I committed the murder?

-I didn't know what to think.

I knew you and Diane quarrelled. When I heard the shot, I rushed in, and stumbled over the gun.

-Naturally, I hid it.

-Naturally?

-When a woman's in love...

-Don't make a romantic triangle out of this.

You knew I was in love with Diane. Anything else was all in your mind.

-That's not true!

-Very interesting, but the fact remains this is your gun.

-Yes, but it couldn't have been used in the murder.

-Why not?

It was in my pocket when I heard the shot. The gun must have been taken and planted by the body.

-I don't see why I have to explain this to you.

-Perhaps you'd prefer to explain to Inspector Donovan?

Yes. As a matter of fact, I would.

Sign that, will you?

I have a permit for that gun.

Does that allow you to bump off a pretty dame?

-Evening.

-Good evening.

-This is Mr Moffat.

He's one of the ballistics experts. He knows guns inside and out.

-I know one thing about this gun - it didn't fire the bullet that killed the Medford girl.

-What?!

No similarity in the photos of the rifling marks.

Good evening.

-Will that be all?

-Yes. You can go. ..Not so fast, sister! YOU ain't in the clear yet.

-You're a material witness.

-Paul, can't you do something?!

-All anyone can do is find the murderer.

-Leave that to me, IF you don't mind!

Not at all, Inspector.

-How's the patient?

-He ain't come to yet, but he was mumbling about a blonde, so he'll be fine.

Mr Lawrence, you were right!

-Was I?!

-Don't you remember? Savitsky - you told me he was the key to the mystery.

-Of course...

He's an alien, but he isn't registered. He's here illegally.

That IS interesting! ..We'd better pay Mr Savitsky a visit.

-We can take my car.

-I'm sorry. Something might happen that's out of the fashion reporter's line.

-You understand.

-I want OUT of the fashion reporter's line! All I get out of this is the run-around.

Wow!

-Why don't he throw it?

-He never does.

I'm sorry, gentlemen...

-the place is closed. What do you want?

-We won't keep you. Just a few questions.

Questions? Why do you want to ask me questions? I've done nothing.

What is your status with the immigration authorities? We know you're a non-legal alien.

I knew it would come some day...

You're going to deport me.

I didn't say that. I have information that you were mixed up in a murder.

If you killed Diane Medford, there's nothing we can do for you.

-But if you know anything...

-I killed no-one! I know nothing!

Cuff him and take him down to the bureau.

-Wait! I'll tell you.

-About the murder?

Murder, yes. Mass murder - thousands of murders!

You think I'm crazy!

-It all started with Pearl Harbour.

-What didn't?

Go on, go on.

Wait. It would be quicker to show you.

You don't think he'll take a powder, do you?

Croaked, eh?

-Don't touch the cigar!

-I bet that's what...

-Of course!

-They killed the man on the boat the same way.

-Why was he gonna show us these dames?

Just a piece of glass. But what's that?

It's new subscribers to the magazine.

Most seem to be in Latin America.

-Must have been important...

-DOOR RATTLES

Do you believe the murderer always returns to the scene of the crime?

Possibly, to see if he succeeded.

-Are you willing to take a chance?

-What kind?

-Good boy. Come on!

Get those on. Quick!

-They'll think I'm Savitsky!

-That's what I want them to think! Sit down! I'll cover you.

You cover me, but who'll cover him?!

Keep your hands on the table.

You're going to answer some questions.

You'd better talk while there's still time.

We followed one of your agents from Buenos Aires. He was about to make a deal, but he decided too late.

Diane Medford killed him to keep him silent.

She was killed because she knew too much. Senor, YOU know too much.

I am an accredited agent of the Republic of Mexico, working with the authorities here.

I can offer you protection if you talk.

If you do not...

Wait! It's me - Lefty!

-What are you doing here?

-Minding my own business...

..What AM I doing here?!

-You're doing well. Nice to meet you again.

-Senor Lawrence.

-I've been doing you an injustice.

We're working towards the same end.

Counter espionage isn't for amateurs. This is a dangerous business.

Dangerous for Savitsky. He's in there - dead.

We're too late. He could have told us everything.

-You found him like this?

-Not quite. Excuse me.

What are you doing?

It's customary to... Hello? Homicide Bureau, please. Inspector Donovan.

..You have no objection to this phone call if you are what you say you are.

Inspector? I thought you'd like to know there's a dead body here

in the studio of Modern Modes Magazine on East 56th Street.

-Hey!

-This affair is nearing its climax.

Our mission is too important. We can't waste time on a routine police investigation. Adios.

'You can't do this to me! I'll have you picked up!'

Hello! Hello!

'What's this about a dead body at Modes Magazine? Hello?

-'If I find out who you are...'

-He's in fine voice.

-Take that off.

-Pleasure.

The inspector will have an awful lot to say about us being here with a dead body.

-We'd better follow the example of our Latin American friends and scram.

-Now you're cooking with gas.

Inspector Donovan's going to be mad. He has to find a new murderer.

No - same one. Paul Harrington.

What?! Even the ballistics expert said it wasn't his gun.

He's guilty. Process of elimination.

You'll be next if you smoke that.

La Prima Donna!

The clue's in these magazines somewhere. It's got to be!

What makes you so sure? Maybe he was trying to sell us a subscription.

-Good morning!

-Hello, Marcia.

-Any luck?

-Harrington's moved out. Nobody knows where.

-Coffee?

-Mm-hm.

-Did you get anything yet?

-No, not yet.

At least we know it was Harrington.

But we've got to prove it. Donovan won't listen to our hunches.

Imagine bumping a dame off cos you're jealous...

No. He couldn't run the risk of her knowing he was mixed up in espionage.

-He was mixed up in his seasons - a bathing-suit cover on his December issue.

-That's not bad, as dames go,

-which ain't good.

-Wait a minute.

That might be it.

That's got to be it.

Dice...and a clock.

Look!

Miss Honolulu. That's the place.

12 - that's December, the 12th month.

7 is the day. December 7th at 7.55, when Pearl Harbour was attacked.

-It's been in front of us the whole time.

-Of course!

-Yes!

-But what's it for?!

-To warn their agents in the United States.

-Look.

-April 1st.

They scuttled German and Italian ships interned in South America.

Right! Now, Savitsky was trying to tell us something else was about to happen.

If we could read the key to this...

I've got an idea! There's numbers, and there's a turkey. Maybe it's the new date for Thanksgiving this year!

That's a pheasant. The clock says 2.30,

and the numbers are 6 and 3 - that's June the 3rd.

-Something will happen at 2.30 on June 3rd.

-That's practically now!

-That's today's date!

-I know. We've got to find out where.

Wait a minute! Pheasant couldn't be a town...

It must be a hotel or inn. Get the phone book.

-No "pheasant" here.

-Are you sure?

How do you spell pheasant?

-F-E-Z-A-N-T. How else?

-Give it to me!

Is it there?

-Here it is! Pheasant Inn at Bayport!

-My car's out in front.

-Can we make it by 2.30?

-Well, you've gotta!

Wait! I can't find my coat!

WOMAN SCREAMS

He's awake! I was taking his pulse and he kissed me.

-Who wouldn't?!

-Gee! Boss!

-Who is she, and what's happened?

-What hasn't?

-Just a minute, you.

-Ah! Nice to see you, Inspector. We're in a hurry.

Too bad. So am I.

I can't wait to find out why you made that phone call from Savitsky's.

-There isn't time...

-There'll be plenty of time - about ten years. ..Cuff him.

-With pleasure.

Come back here, you!

Get the key, you idiot! ..Come back here, you!

-I've got the key.

-God help me, tomorrow you'll be walking a beat the farthest end of Canarsie.

-The key!

-Canarsie...

Thanks. Very neat, as far as it goes.

AN important event will take place at Bayport today.

There's nothing there but a hotel and fishing boats.

If only we could find that ring...

We did. It's here someplace.

It's just a piece of glass.

-Whoever killed Diane took this ring.

-What for?

That's ten cents a dozen.

Oh! It does tricks, huh?

-Anything inside?

-Not now. Where did you find it?

-Harrington's,

-with the stuff Savitsky got for us.

-Let's go.

-I don't know what the doctor will say.

Go and find out. Be sure to leave your phone number with Jerry.

Come on, let's go.

-I've searched the place. That's the last batch.

-Doesn't look very encouraging.

Needle in a haystack...

Here's something.

Hey! Does it fit?

Yes, it seems to.

-How did you know there was a picture in it?

-Cos it was found here, and Savitsky's a photographer.

-Who is it?

-A very distinguished Latin American.

Maybe it's Diane's boyfriend.

If I'm not mistaken, he's the key to this whole thing.

Switch the light off, Lefty.

What are you gonna do?

Make an enlargement of it.

-Can you direct us to the Pheasant Inn?

-First turn on the right.

SPEAKS GERMAN

-Good afternoon.

-Afternoon.

-It's quiet here, for this time of year.

-It's early in the season.

-I have nice accommodation.

-No, we're just driving through.

Have a look inside. It's a famous landmark.

We'll be back.

It's quiet as a tomb. We must have picked the wrong place.

Too quiet. Let's take a look around.

-Just a minute.

-What is it?

-I've seen him before somewhere.

-Yes?

Headquarters! That's Moffat, the ballistics man!

LOUD WHISTLE

-Where are we now?

-This must lead to the belfry. Come on.

DOOR SLAMS

-Was that the wind?

-The wind couldn't have locked it.

Oh!

Miss Brooks, have you met Mr Harrington?

Since you found your way here, you must have found out other things - too many things.

Put that away. Everybody knows we're here, and why.

I know a lie when I hear it. Back down!

Moffat! Come here! Schnell!

SHOUTS IN GERMAN

THEY TALK GERMAN

Would it do any good to scream?

I don't think so - these walls must be two-feet thick.

-I wish I knew what it was all about.

-My German's rusty but I got the gist of it.

The plane is bringing in a secret emissary representing the Inter-American Alliance.

They're going to kill him?

That'll be the signal for their agents to start wrecking the whole Pan-American set-up.

Can't we get loose?

I'm afraid we're tied with typical German efficiency.

-A machine gun would have been more certain.

-Not at this range.

Trust me - I know my business.

-You saw the photo. There must be no mistake.

-I'll get him with one shot.

There will be rejoicing at Berchtesgaden.

Senor DeSola...

SPEAKS SPANISH

Sorry, the inn is full. All rooms are taken.

Not to be impolite, but who says so?

-On your way.

-You are the gentleman I want to see. Does this mean anything to you?

It means I've got to hold you till you explain where you got it. Come on.

THEY SPEAK SPANISH

They're coming!

BELL CHIMES

-GUNSHOT

-Dismount the gun!

GUNSHOT

SPEAKS SPANISH

Mr Tom, Miss Arlette called while you were out. She wants you to call her at her shop.

I don't want to talk to her.

-I don't want to talk to anyone.

-Maybe you should take me to South America with you.

-PHONE RINGS

-You wouldn't like it. Too many beautiful...dames.

Well, Tom, it's been nice knowing you.

Some gentleman. He insists on speaking to you personally.

-Hello?

-Lawrence, get this straight.

You saw what happened to your brother. Go back where you came from if you don't want the same medicine.

Hello? Hello!

-All right, if that's the way they want it.

-Who was it? What happened?

Never mind. Start unpacking. I'm staying.

Here we go again!