Woman on the Run (1950) - Movie Script

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-[MUSIC PLAYING]
-I give it you
without the hoopla,

-Danny boy, the
simple facts of life.

-I'm sitting in the crossfire
with the cops on one side,

-And Smiley Freeman on the
other, and the both of them

-Gunning for me.
-So I'm the guy who knows that
you're the one who took the 20

-Grand from Smiley to cover
up the dirty killing.

-Got a cigarette Danny boy?
-Now, my proposition's
quick and easy, Danny.

-We split the 20.
-Five for you, 15 for me,
and I take it on the lam.

-Live and let live's my motto.
-Aw, that look in your eye,
Danny's, painful to me pride.

-[GUNSHOT]
-Oh, Danny.
-Wait.
-Don't kill me.
-Danny boy, don't!
-Hey!
-What happened?
-What's going on down there?
-Were those shots?
-You better call the police.
-There's been a murder.
-[POLICE SIRENS]
-Evening Inspector.
-Hey.
-Hi, boys.
-Always happens in the
middle of the night.

-Yeah.
-That's Joe Gordon, all right.
-Yeah.
-He won't be doing
much testifying now.

-Convenient for Smiley Freeman.
-Yeah.
-Fella over there with
the dog says he saw it.

-Yeah?
-Stenographer here yet?
-Not yet, Inspector.
-What's this guy's name?
-Frank Johnson.
-Lives around here.
-Claim he was out
walking his dog.

-All right, Mr. Johnson.
-Inspector Ferris,
homicide detail.

-I understand you
had a front seat.

-I sure did.
-You get a good
look at the killer?

-Too good.
-That street light
was right on his face

-When he got out of his
car and shot at me.

-Shot at you?
-Twice.
-You're lucky he missed.
-Think you'd recognize
him you saw him again?

-It's not a face I'm
likely to forget.

-Pick him out of a lineup?
-I think so.
-Yeah.
-Say what's this
all about anyway?

-The dead man, Joe
Gordon, was going

-To testify before the
grand jury next week.

-That's tough.
-Not too.
-He had a bad record.
-He knew too much
about Smiley Freeman.

-You know who Smiley Freeman is?
-The gangster?
-That's right.
-Gordon was our witness.
-Now, you're it.
-Me?
-Yeah.
-All you have to do is
identify the killer.

-We'll do the rest.
-Married?
-In a way.
-What do you mean, "in a way?"
-Are you or aren't you?
-Yeah.
-I am.
-Where do you live?
-Right over there.
-136 Alta Linda, Apartment 4D.
-Pick up Mrs. Johnson
and bring her over here.

-OK.
-Hey, don't wake her up!
-She's not going to like it.
-Well, she'll want to know
where you are, won't she?

-We're taking you
down to headquarters.

-Headquarters?
-What for?
-Protective custody.
-I see what you mean.
-Now, where were you
standing when he shot at you?

-Oh, right down there.
-Show me.
-Well, I was right
down there with the dog

-When the car drove up.
-I didn't pay much
attention to it.

-A little bit later,
I heard a shot.

-I looked up just in time to see
this fellow, what's his name,

-Fall out of the car.
-Then the killer pumped
another shot right into him.

-My dog barked.
-He got out of the car,
started to shoot at me.

-I ducked, and he drove away.
-What kind of a car?
-I don't know.
-A light coupe.
-They all look alike to me.
-Well, his aim was all right.
-He was just shooting
at the wrong target.

-He thought your shadow was you.
-Will you go call Reardon?
-Maybe he won't miss next time.
-There won't be any next time.
-Yeah, but suppose you
don't get a conviction.

-Then what?
-Do I have to spend the rest of
my life with police protection?

-Or to wind up on a
sidewalk like him?

-What are you worried about?
-He missed, didn't he?
-Stay here a minute.
-We'll get the rest of
the story downtown.

-I hate to get mixed up in this.
-Yeah.
-It's getting so a
man has to be careful

-Where he's looking these days.
-Good evening.
-Keep out of here, will ya?
-Say, I think I dropped my
pipe somewhere around here.

-Is it OK if I look for it?
-Remember where you had it last?
-Yeah, it was right
over here somewhere.

-What's the matter, Buster?
-Come on.
-Get out of here, will ya?
-Pick up Smiley Freeman and
everybody connected to him.

-Put them in a lineup, see if
Johnson can identify anybody.

-I want everybody.
-No excuses.
-No lawyers.
-I want everybody.
-Will do.
-See if you can pick up
anything on that car.

-Somebody may have seen it.
-Mrs. Johnson, that's
not your husband.

-A man was killed and
he saw it happen.

-He... he's right over here.
-Sorry I had to get you
out of bed Mrs. Johnson.

-But after all, we had to
make sure that he had a wife.

-Where is he?
-He took up out of here.
-Sergeant, pick up Johnson.
-The idiot'll get himself killed.
-[SHOUTING]
-Just like him.
-Always running away.
-What do you mean,
always running away?

-Running away from what?
-From everything.
-Broadcast description.
-White male American with a
trench coat, soft brown hair...

-A very ordinary looking
fella, I'm afraid.

-Yeah.
-Well, how would you describe
your husband, Mrs. Johnson?

-I couldn't.
-I haven't been able
to for a long time.

-May I go now?
-Come on, you mutt.
-Nice dish, huh?
-Nice looking dish.
-I want everything shut off.
-Bridge controls, road
blocks, everything.

-I'll stick with her.
-Right.
-Did you hear the shots fired?
-How could I?
-I was in bed, sound asleep.
-Find any pictures of him?
-No, but there's plenty of her.
-Just some tired snaps.
-Mm.
-They won't do anybody any good.
-But keep them.
-Books on psychology.
-I wonder why.
-Has he got a problem?
-I wouldn't know.
-Maybe he's confused.
-Aren't we all?
-Pipe smoker.
-Mm.
-What does that mean?
-Nothing.
-Oh, he's got two suits,
one of which he's wearing.

-What does he care
what he looks like?

-Nobody pays any
attention to him anyway.

-Not even his wife.
-You're really
wasting your time.

-There must be at
least 20,000 men

-In San Francisco who
answer that description.

-How are you going to find him?
-There has to be something
different about him,

-Different anyway
from other people.

-There is something
different about him.

-There's something
different about everybody.

-And we're going to dig until
we found out what it is.

-Now you see our
problem, Mrs. Johnson.

-Why don't you help us?
-I'm helping.
-What do you want me to do?
-I want you to answer
a few questions.

-Go ahead.
-Ask.
-Where does he generally
go when he's not at home?

-I haven't the faintest idea.
-Has he any relatives
in this area?

-No.
-Who are his friends?
-I don't know his friends.
-The dog is our
only mutual friend.

-You always go to sleep
when he walks the dog?

-No.
-Sometimes he goes to
sleep and I walk the dog.

-Say Inspector, here
are a couple more.

-Oh, I'm terribly sorry.
-There's been a mistake.
-Release these men at once.
-Keep digging.
-OK.
-Every man between the ages of
35 and 40 who was out tonight

-Is wearing a trench coat
and a snap brim felt,

-All of them 5 foot 11,
weighing 170, and all of them

-Scared to answer questions.
-The domestic situation in
this town must be terrible.

-Yeah.
-Kitchen?
-Well, it's got a stove in it.
-Don't you eat
anything but dog food?

-He's not particular and
I'm lazy, so we eat out.

-Where?
-Well, let's see.
-The corner drug store,
the lobster grill

-At the wharf when we're
in that neighborhood,

-And when we get real fancy,
Man lo's Oriental Roof Garden.

-Those usually.
-We're creatures of
habit, I'm afraid.

-Check the Oriental Roof Garden.
They'll still be open.

-Yes, sir.
-2 o'clock in the morning.
-How am I going to
explain this at home?

-What's going on here?
-I'm sorry.
-There's been a mistake.
-He's sorry.
-What am I going to tell my wife?
Come on now.

-Come on.
-What did you and
your husband quarrel

-About tonight, Mrs. Johnson?
-We don't have to
have a reason anymore.

-Don't you have a decent
picture of your husband?

-No.
-He doesn't like to
have his picture taken.

-I don't want any
photographs of him floating

-Around that might
get in the papers.

-The killer doesn't know
what he looks like.

-Didn't he see him?
-No, he shot at his shadow.
-Shot?
-He shot at Frank?
-Twice.
-Nobody knows that except the
killer, your husband, and now

-You, so let's keep it that way.
-It's important.
-He's really in danger then?
-Worried?
-I thought you were beyond
worrying about him.

-I didn't say that.
-If he doesn't give
himself up, you're

-Really going to have
something to worry about.

-We've got to protect him.
-Like you did the other witness?
-Joe Gordon would
be alive right now

-If he hadn't had his
lawyer spring him.

-Hey Martin.
-Here's something.
-Description for Frank Johnson.
-Husband ill?
-No, he just likes
to take medicine.

-Well, what are these for?
-I don't know.
-He just likes to take vitamin
pills, cold shots, anything.

-What's up here?
-Studio.
-My husband's an artist.
-Oh, I thought you said he
worked at Hart & Winston's.

-He does.
-He's in charge of
displays down there.

-Oh, window trimmer, huh?
-Rembrandt, get down.
-You know you're not
allowed up there.

-Rembrandt?
-It's the nearest we could
ever get to owning one.

-Frank's little joke.
-He found the mutt sitting
on the street corne

-One night waiting for
someone to adopt him.

-They recognized each
other right away.

-Is this supposed to be you?
-Yes.
-It was a lovely autumn day.
-The wind was blowing
through my hair.

-It was all very charming,
but that was four years ago.

-That was Frank's Cyprus period.
-He had four important periods
in his painting career.

-Say, how did you
two ever happen

-To get together in
the first place?

-I met him at a friend's
house in Carmel.

-He wanted to paint
and I was all for it.

-I had $5,000 and he had $2,000
in talent, so we got married.

-After Carmel, he
became restless,

-So we went to Taos, New Mexico
where he painted Indians.

-That's an Indian.
-Yeah.
-Then he got tired of Indians,
so he went to Buckstown,

-Pennsylvania where he painted
old Dutch barns with hex signs

-On them.
-Say, did he ever
do a self portrait?

-He didn't like
himself that much.

-Oh.
-He do these in Pennsylvania?
-No, he got restless again
so we came to San Francisco.

-Here he started sketching
crummy old characters that

-Hung around wars,
missions, and gin mills.

-That was his social
protest period.

-Then our money ran out
and he had to take a job.

-Couldn't sell the stuff, huh?
-He wouldn't try to sell it.
-Didn't think it was good enough.
-These sketchbooks are
filled with good ideas

-He never got around to painting.
-Well, didn't you
try to get a job?

-Why should I?
-That's his
responsibility, not mine.

-Friends of your husband?
-No, that's his
burlesque period.

-Now that I like.
-It's pretty good.
-Yes, but it takes more than
talent to have a career.

-You have to have staying power.
-Frank's a drifter, so when the
money ran out, we just drifted.

-Who's this?
-Oh, some dance team
over in Chinatown.

-Hm.
-Or him?
-Oh, he's a retired
ferryboat captain

-Who does sand
sculptures at the beach.

-Oh.
-I know who that is.
-That's Rembrandt.
-What does all this got
to do with finding Frank?

-You just answer the questions.
-That is, if it doesn't hurt?
-Why should it hurt me?
-It's all past and done with.
-But you want to snoop
into the remains

-Of marriage, that's up to you.
-[PHONE RINGING]
-Don't touch that telephone!
-If that's your
husband, find out where

-He is, but keep on talking.
-[PHONE RINGING]
-Hello?
-FRANK (ON PHONE): Hello.
-Oh, hello Frank.
-Trace that call.
-FRANK (ON PHONE):
Eleanor, there's

-Something I want
you to get for me.

-I'm sorry to interrupt, but
if I were you, I'd hang up.

-The police are
tracing your call.

-Hello?
-Hello?
-He hung up.
-Seems to me I heard music.
-Wasn't that music?
-You didn't do your husband
a favor, Mrs. Johnson.

-It's bad enough to be
alone in the big city

-With no place to go.
-But as soon as the newspapers
hit the streets and the kille

-Finds out he didn't
get your husband,

-There will be guys
looking for him with guns.

-If I had a husband I
wanted to get rid of,

-I'd do exactly what you did.
-If he wants to run away,
that's his business.

-And your business
too, Mrs. Johnson.

-I'll be seeing ya.
-No wonder the world's
full of bachelors.

-A little more needling's
all she needs.

-Give her plenty of rope,
but keep her tailed.

-She wants to get rid of him.
-Women are curious.
-Even that dame
will go after him.

-Aw, come on.
-Be a good fella and let us up.
-Who's handling the case?
-Inspector Ferris.
-Oh, he's a friend of mine.
-Is that right, Inspector?
-Sure.
-We know him well.
-Hi Ferris.
-What's the scoop?
-No story.
-How about that Johnson gal?
-Is she good-looking?
-DAN LEGGET: What
about the witness?

-What witness?
-Oh, cut it out.
-Cut it out.
It's already going to press.

-You get a look at the murderer?
INSPECTOR FERRIS: No.

-What's his wife like?
-Any filth?
-Lay off the tabloid
sex stuff, Legget.

-I'll give it to all
of ya in the morning.

-Hi ya, Homer.
-No favorites.
-Don't scream.
-You coming out or going in?
-Are you the police?
-Smile when you say that.
-I'm a reporter.
-Oh.
-Newspaper men.
-Well, you don't have
to say it like that.

-Let go of me.
-Go away.
-Ahh!
-Ah.
-Are you just going to
leave me dangling here?

-Well, you just
said to let you...

-I don't care what I said.
-Help me get out of here.
-Pleasure, Mrs. J. You are
Mrs. Johnson, aren't you?

-No, I'm the maid
taking my night out.

-Ah.
-What magic I possess.
-A moment ago, total strangers.
-Now, here in my arms.
-So it's love at first sight.
-Now show me how you got up here
without the police seeing you.

-Do I get the story?
-After I get out of here?
-Follow me then.
-Looks like half the
police force is down there.

-Must I?
-Just look straight ahead like
you did when you got married.

-Incidentally, my name's Legget.
-Legget of "The Graphic."
-We've got a dandy
little sheet all full

-Of goo and gore and every... Hey!
-Bye.
-[MUSIC PLAYING]
-You wish something?
-Gin over rocks?
-Rocks?
-Is this chair taken, madam?
-Why thank you Mrs. Johnson.
-I'd love to join you.
-You didn't think you were
going to get rid of me

-As easy as you ducked
the police, did you?

-I'll let you know, Mrs. J, I'm
an old fire escape man from way

-Back.
-Why don't you get lost?
-[APPLAUSE]
-Now then, how about this story?
-You'll get the
story from my husband

-When he's safe
and sound in jail.

-Oh, but he won't
be safe and sound.

-Have you heard of a fella
by the name of Joe Gordon?

-Do you wish something?
-DAN LEGGET: Yeah, let me
have a bourbon old-fashioned.

-Yes, sir.
-Why did you come here
tonight, Mrs. Johnson?

-Or shouldn't I ask?
-Because I like it here.
-You didn't by any
chance come here

-To meet, say, your
husband, did you?

-Or is that a
far-fetched supposition?

-Supposition?
-I better stop using those
four syllable words.

-I won't be working for
"The Graphic" anymore.

-Where's your husband,
Mrs. Johnson?

-- I don't know.
- Did he see the killer?

-- I don't know.
- Shall we dance?

-Why don't you drop dead?
-[SPEAKING CHINESE]
-OK.
-Why don't you be nice
to me, Mrs. Johnson?

-Who knows, I might even
be able to help you.

-I'm not a bad guy when
you get to know me.

-I'm a little obnoxious,
perhaps, but pleasant.

-Now then, answer yes or no.
-Your husband saw a murder and
took it on the lam, right?

-Right.
-And you're... you're
meeting him here?

-I haven't the slightest idea.
-I came here on a hunch.
-When he phoned
tonight, I heard music

-That could only have
come from this joint.

-Something to eat?
-No thanks.
-No food.
-Oh, go ahead.
Try something.

-No, really.
-Nothing.
-So uh... I've got a deal for ya.
-You find your
husband with my help,

-Give me an exclusive
for 24 hours,

-And I'll get my paper
to pay you for it.

-Trying to buy me so soon?
-First, I'm going
to try and buy you.

-And if I can't, I'm
going to try to win you.

-Isn't that the reverse
of the usual procedure?

-I'm a perverse fellow.
-On second thought, Mrs. J,
I find you very attractive.

-I might try and
win you right off.

-No, thanks.
-I'd rather be bought.
-Tsk, tsk.
-Very mercenary.
-Probably good, though.
-I like mercenary women.
-[SPEAKING CHINESE]
-[SPEAKING CHINESE]
-[APPLAUSE]
-Money?
-Sure.
-How much?
-Well, I don't know.
-A grand maybe.
-Is it worth that much?
-It will be by the time I
get through building it up.

-Frank will need it if
he wants to get away.

-I'll bring it with me.
-Just tell me where and when.
-And you won't print anything
until I give the word.

-Scout's honor.
-It's a deal.
-Should we drink to it?
-To the, uh, speedy conclusion
of all our troubles...

-Yours, your husbands, and mine.
-You got troubles?
-You don't look it.
-None that I can't solve
now that we're partners.

-Hiya Mrs. Johnson.
-Hi Sammy.
-Sit down.
-Meet Mr. Legget
of "The Graphic."

-Oh, newspaperman.
-Sammy.
-You should have
caught the show.

-Suzie and I are breaking in
a new act, Chung and El Tito.

-It's terrific.
-That's spelled C-H-U-N-G.
Anybody can spell El Tito.

-Course, we're only
breaking in the show here,

-But a little plug would help.
-Well, uh, I'll
see what I can do.

-Thanks.
-Next time you come,
catch the midnight show.

-The place is really
jumping then.

-I'll be seeing ya.
-Bye Sammy.
-Night.
-Well, I think I'll go home.
-Frank won't show tonight.
-How do you know?
-I just know, that's all.
-What are you going to tell
your husband when you see him?

-To give himself up.
-Maybe I'll give up too.
-Leave your flag down.
-Eh, you want to go
in over the roof.

-No, I'll go in the
front door and give

-Them something to think about.
-Well, in that case,
I'll disappear.

-Let's not give them too
much to think about.

-Well, if I need you, I'll
get in touch with you.

-Oh, you won't have to get in
touch with me, Mrs. Johnson.

-Just look around, I'll be there.
-Goodnight Mr. Legget.
-What are you doing here?
-Well, that was nice
going, Mrs. Johnson,

-But the next time you try to get
out, you'll have more trouble.

-I've got news for you.
-I've just seen your
husband's doctor.

-Why?
-Aren't you feeling well?
-Your husband isn't
a hypochondriac.

-He's a very sick man.
-He's got a bad heart.
-I don't believe it.
-Ask Dr. Hohler.
-Frank never said
anything to me about it.

-Maybe he figured you
wouldn't be interested.

-Well, he can walk
into any drugstore

-And buy some medicine.
-Not without a prescription he
can't, and I've given orders

-To every drugstore in town
that none of this medicine

-Is to be dispensed
without an order from me.

-If he should have an attack,
and not have that with him,

-You know what that means.
-You can't do that.
-If it's the only way I can
get him to come in and testify,

-I mean to use it.
-But Frank's done nothing wrong!
-Oh, yes he has.
-He was in the wrong
place at the wrong time.

-I thought the
police were supposed

-To protect people, not
put them in danger.

-All it says in my book sister
is the good of the majority

-Has got to be upheld.
-And for the good
of the majority,

-Frank Johnson's got to testify.
-If he gives himself up, we'll
give him a supply of medicine.

-We'll protect him.
-And if he doesn't?
-He'll die of a heart
attack or a bullet

-From one of Smiley
Freeman's men.

-I don't believe a
word you're saying.

-You're only trying
to frighten me.

-And I'm getting
pretty sick of you.

-Now get out of here!
-Of course, if you want
to try to find him,

-I won't try to stop you.
-But I don't think
you can find him.

-I don't think he's
running away from us.

-I think he's running
away from you.

-I said get out!
-I am violating my
instructions from the police

-By giving you this
additional supply,

-But this gives me
no feeling of guilt.

-Thank you doctor.
-After the excitement
of last night,

-Your husband undoubtedly
used the ampoules

-He carried with him.
-So you see, my action is
not prompted by kindness.

-Such is my reluctance to
gamble with a man's life.

-Is his heart really
that bad, doctor?

-Frank's condition isn't
any worse than tons of men.

-They strained their hearts
running in track meets,

-The misguided belief that they
were building up their bodies.

-If it were only his heart,
we could control it.

-What do you mean?
-Well, for the past year, your
husband has had hypertension.

-That complicates matters.
-Hypertension?
-What causes that?
-I'm not sure.
-My guess is overwork,
unhappiness, anxiety.

-But you know more
about it than I do.

-Why should I?
-But naturally, you must
know about his troubles.

-I'm only his doctor.
-You're his wife.
-Oh yes.
-I'm that bitter, selfish,
vicious wife, the cause

-Of his unhappiness, the
cause of his failure.

-Is that what he told you?
-Is that what he tells everyone?
-Frank didn't discuss
his private life with me,

-Nor do I care to
hear it from you.

-I shall explain to you his
condition and that's all.

-He has a cardiac condition.
-Let's call it x.
-Now, x alone is not serious.
-He also has hypertension.
-Let's call it y.
-Now, x plus y is dangerous.
-I'm y, I suppose?
-I'm not a psychiatrist,
Mrs. Johnson.

-I deal only with facts.
-X plus y equals
steady deterioration.

-X minus y is an improvement.
-Now, what you and your
husband do about it,

-That's your personal concern.
-My only personal
concern right now

-Is to get these ampoules to him.
-If you see him, tell him
he should give himself up.

-It's imperative to take
the strain off himself.

-I'll give him the facts.
-He can draw his own conclusions.
-Oh, finally darling.
-I thought I'd never find you.
-Now stay right there.
-I'll be back in five
and explain everything.

-All right, Mr. Johnson.
-Come along.
-My name isn't Johnson.
-Yeah, and I suppose that
isn't your wife either.

-No, but I wish it were.
-Do you have any identification?
-Yes, I have.
-My name is Steven
Carruthers, optometrist.

-While we're on the
subject, I think

-You better have
your eyes examined.

-So Frank is a
fugitive from the law?

-Well, that's just like him.
-He's so adventurous.
-Adventurous?
-Frank?
-Oh yes, indeed.
-Uh, sit down, Mrs. Johnson.
-I guess you never visited
our workshop before.

-What makes you think
he's adventurous?

-Oh, but he is.
-All the places he's gone and
all the things he's done.

-You know, my life has
been pretty uneventful.

-Straight from high
school to this job.

-From my rooming house
to the street ca

-And then down here to work.
-In the evening, back to
my rooming house again.

-But since he's been
here, it's different.

-He... he makes my life
kind of exciting!

-I never get tired of
listening to the stories he

-Tells about his
trip down to Mexico.

-When he was wandering around
with all those bull fighters?

-And when he shipped off to
Tahiti in that old freighte

-And then jumped ship?
-Oh, I'm sorry.
-I suppose you
heard these stories

-Many times, Mrs. Johnson.
-I never heard them.
-He never told me.
-He didn't?
-Well, maybe he didn't
want his wife to know.

-Oh, I'm sorry if I
talked out of turn.

-Of course you haven't.
-Shouldn't the mail be here?
-Why, yes, yes, it should.
-Why?
-Frank sent me a
letter in care of you.

-Oh, he did?
-I don't know what Mr. Anderson
is going to say when he finds

-Out Frank isn't coming in today.
-You know, he's got a
terrible disposition.

-He doesn't exercise enough.
-Of course, I don't
either, but then... well,

-I'm going to protect Frank.
-He saved my job once.
-You know, Mr. Anderson
was going to fire me.

-But Frank said, if Mr. Maibus
goes, you can pay me off too.

-Ooh, they had a
terrible argument.

-They even took it
upstairs to Mr. Winston.

-Well, we're still here.
-Frank was too valuable.
-Look, Mr. Maibus.
-Don't tell anyone about
that letter that's coming.

-Oh, no, no, no.
-You can trust me.
-Not even the police.
-The police?
-Are they coming here?
-They're very apt to.
-But just don't mention
the letter or anything

-About my being here at all, huh?
-Well, I don't know how good
I am at deceiving people,

-But uh, if it's for
Frank, I'll try.

-STORE CLERK: Hey Maibus!
-You better get the lead
out and get upstairs.

-Anderson's blowing his top.
-OK.
-I'll be right up.
-Is the mail in yet?
-How should I know?
-Nice people.
-Sometimes I think it'd
be better for Frank

-If he got himself fired.
-What, he doesn't
belong around here.

-Look at all the time he
puts in these mannequins.

-Say, I just noticed something.
-This looks like you.
-Very flattering.
-Is that the way he sees me?
-Well, it may be
a little severe,

-But it shows he was
thinking about you anyway.

-Yes, and what he was thinking.
-MAIL WOMAN: Mail!
-You've only got two
today, Mr. Maibus.

-Well, isn't Frank here?
-No, no, he's late.
-Was there a letter for him?
-No, I just had a new
song I wanted him to hear.

-Frank's the only one
who listens to me sing.

-Oh brother, have I got
a crush on that man.

-Mm-mm!
-No letter.
-Oh, but there's got to be one.
-Well, maybe it'll be
here on the afternoon

-Mail at 3 o'clock.
-If one comes, hold it for me.
-And let's just keep it
our secret, shall we?

-Morning Mrs. Johnson.
-He didn't show up for
work this morning, did he?

-Where's your new pal Legget?
-I haven't the vaguest idea.
-I wouldn't get too cozy
with that guy if I were you.

-He'd crucify his
grandmother for a story.

-I haven't found him as
objectionable as you are.

-What right have you prying
into my personal life,

-Having me followed as
if I were a criminal?

-I'm sick of it.
-I'm sick of you and
I want it stopped.

-Mrs. Johnson, didn't your
husband ever beat you?

-Are you going to have
these men stop following me?

-The man who killed Joe
Gordon isn't stupid.

-If I'm smart enough to
use you as a bird dog

-To lead us to your
husband, so is he.

-You may be very happy
to have a cop around

-Before this thing's over.
-That I doubt.
-Stick with her.
-How could I lose a
redhead like that?

-Oh, don't be so
grumpy this morning.

-All I'm trying to
do is help you.

-Do you know that you
got a little shadow?

-Eh?
-There she is.
-Well, it's a nice
morning for a ride.

-Oh, uh, by the way,
here's your letter.

-Well, how did you...
-Surprised?
-Don't be.
-$10 and an underpaid store
clerk can get you anything.

-Don't you worry about it.
-I'll put it on my
expense account.

-But how did you know about it?
-The menu.
You shouldn't have left it.

-It was very careless of you.
-I have inquisitive eyes.
-Do you always open
other people's mail?

-Mhm.
-Every chance I get.
-Say, did you get a load
of the female impersonato

-They've got following you?
-No.
-Well, let's duck her
and get down to business.

-Hey Mac, turn left
on the next street,

-Then right up the alley.
-OK.
-Mean anything to you?
-Oh, a lot of things.
-Something to go on?
-I'm not sure.
-What does he mean in
there about the docto

-And the ampoules?
-He's medicine he needs.
-He has a bad heart.
-How bad?
-Bad enough.
-I just found out.
-He's got to have these pills
and he can't get them anywhere.

-The police have seen to that.
-Ah, squeeze play.
-That Ferris is smart.
-Will he die?
-I don't know.
-I spoke to his doctor.
-It isn't serious, only
under certain conditions.

-Ah.
-Eh, explain.
-The police will
probably read this note

-So I can't tell
you where I'll be.

-But if you think back,
you'll know where to find me.

-What am I, a mindreader?
-Well, he gives you a
clue in this next line.

-I'll be out in the open under
the sun in a place like the one

-Where I first lost you.
-There is no first
in things like these.

-This is kind of obscure.
-Does he always talk
to you like that?

-No, it's our first murder.
-You know, Mrs.
J, your husband's

-A pretty clever guy at that.
-No, you don't think
so, but he is.

-He's testing you.
-He's asking you to admit that
your marriage is a failure

-And that it's your fault.
-He's saying that
he understands you,

-But that you don't
understand him.

-Now listen, Mr. Legget
of "The Graphic,"

-I've had just about enough
of the all wise male.

-In the past 10 hours, I've met
three men... three men who all

-Put together haven't known Frank
for one fraction of the length

-Of time I have, yet they all
know him better than I do.

-Well, along the way, I've
found out a few things myself.

-I found out how Frank Johnson
really feels about me,

-That at the first chance, his
first excuse, he took off, ran.

-That he didn't even
think enough of me

-To confide in me
that he was ill.

-Then at the store, in the
faces of those mannequins,

-I saw what he really sees in me.
-All right.
-It's OK if that's the
way he feels about it,

-But if he wants
his ampoules, he'll

-Have to come out of
hiding and get them.

-What did you have
for breakfast,

-Cigarette and coffee?
-Cigarette.
-I thought so.
-Take us over to
Lancey's on Fowl.

-TAXICAB DRIVER: Lancey's.
-OK.
-This place has the
best waffles in town.

-Butter in every little square.
-View's always better
on a full tummy.

-How about another one?
-Oh, no thanks.
-Now that I've got you
softened up, Mrs. J,

-There's something
I have to tell you.

-You have to find your husband.
-No, not for the money I
promised you or my story,

-But for yourself.
-He's challenged you.
-You've got to accept
it or admit he's right.

-I really would
like to find him,

-If only I could decipher
the riddle in this letter.

-Together, we can do it.
-That letter's like...
Like drawing a graph.

-One line is to trace his
movements from last night.

-The other leads
back into the past,

-Which you have to remember.
-Where they cross?
-That's where your husband is.
-You need a manicure.
-So I do.
-You know, this is the
first time in my life

-I ever insisted on helping
a woman find her husband.

-That I believe.
-By the way, what
do people call you

-Besides Legget at The Graphic?
-Oh, well, people who
like me call me Danny boy.

-OK, Danny boy.
-Fisherman's Wharf.
-Frank used to come here a lot.
-I remember once he did
a watercolor of a boat.

-A fisherman admired it, so
Frank just gave it to him.

-Not to be outdone, the fishermen
gave Frank a big swordfish.

-I made a remark about the joys
of living for the barter system

-And we had a bitter quarrel.
-But it certainly
wasn't the first one.

-Do you think Frank was
referring to a quarrel

-When he said, "where
I first lost you?"

-What else?
-Another one started up
here on Telegraph Hill.

-Frank did a canvas of
the harbor from here

-That I thought was wonderful.
-When I told him so, he
insinuated that my taste in art

-Ran to [INAUDIBLE].
-I said my taste was my own
and I wanted the painting.

-So he gave it to me, but he
signed it, "Eleanor's husband."

-Without telling
him, I entered it

-In a contest they were having
here at the art gallery.

-The oil by Eleanor's husband
won first prize, $500.

-But do you think Frank was
pleased when he found out?

-Oh, no.
-He refused the
money and withdrew

-The painting... said
he wasn't ready yet.

-Sounds pretty stubborn.
-Stupidly stubborn.
-I wonder if he ever really
wanted to be successful.

-Soon after that, he took
the job at Hart & Winston's.

-You know, the only
thing we know for sure

-Is that Frank was at the
Oriental Gardens last night.

-While we're in the
neighborhood, let's drop in.

-Yeah, he sat around
this room until we

-Came down to do
the 1 o'clock show.

-Then he said he was going
to make a phone call.

-Then Frank wrote the letter.
-He said to get in touch with
you, that he was going to send

-The letter to a store,
care of Mr. Maibus.

-Hey, haven't I seen
you someplace before?

-Shouldn't be surprised.
-I've been there.
-But didn't he say
what he was going to do

-Or where he might go?
-I didn't want to pump him.
-Say, why don't you try Sullivan?
-Who's Sullivan?
-He's a grand mick, runs
the bar across the street.

-Come on, I'll show you.
-You can go down the back stairs.
-Now I know where I've seen
you before... last night.

-Sure, I was in
with Mrs. Johnson.

-No, I mean the picture
that Frank drew.

-Picture?
-What picture?
-Of me?
-Well, it looked
something like you.

-You know how Frank's
always drawing pictures.

-Did he say who this man was?
-No, no, he didn't.
-I wonder if I should have
told the cops about it.

-Oh, well, they'll be back.
-The man that was in said so.
-Suzie, quit yakking.
-Uh, do you still
have the picture?

-Maybe I could run
it in the paper.

-Yeah, it's upstairs
in my dressing room.

-I better keep it though.
-Hey Legget, are you sure
you want to help find Frank?

-Say, don't forget that
plug in the paper about us.

-We could sure use it.
-OK.
-Take it from the top.
-I've got to see our agent.
-I've heard about
this place for years.

-Never been here before.
-What'll you have folks?
-You hungry?
-Specialty today, corn beef
and cabbage or egg foo young.

-No food.
-Gin on the rocks for the lady
and an old-fashioned for me.

-I think I'll call the paper
and see if anything's broken.

-You can get more out
of him alone anyway.

-So why don't you wear a hat?
-I look funny in hats.
-You know you're right?
-What is it?
-No, I didn't drop a nickel.
-Yes, Mrs. Johnson.
-Frank was in here last night
just before closing time.

-Did he say where he was going?
-No, he didn't.
-Just borrowed $10 bucks is all.
-Maybe I should tell ya.
-There was a couple of
fellas in here this morning

-Asking about Frank... fellas
that you couldn't very

-Well say mind your
own business to.

-Is he in some sort of
trouble, Mrs. Johnson?

-Some.
-He didn't come home last night.
-They're all alike.
-I've been looking for
mine for three years.

-I'm glad I finally
met you, mum.

-I often wondered what kind
of a woman was married to,

-Not that I imagine he was
too easy to live with,

-Being so quiet and moody
and strange at times.

-For instance, now,
look at this picture.

-Look at the date he put on it.
-Frank painted this for
me about six months ago.

-It was on Saint Patrick's Day.
-But look at the date
on it... March 17, 1947.

-Well, I suppose it's
an artist's privilege.

-March 17.
-That's Frank's birthday.
-1947.
-We spent the day on the
beach at Cypress Point.

-Then we suddenly decided we had
to see the sunset from the Top

-Of the Mark, so we
drove to San Francisco.

-We had a car then.
-We had champagne
cocktails and watched

-The sunset over the Golden Gate.
-After all, it was Frank's
birthday and Saint Patrick's.

-We had a beautiful dinner
at Andre's and Cafe

-Diablo at Amigo's.
-Then we drove back to Carmel
in the softest moonlight

-I've ever known.
-Ah, there's nothing like being
young and in love and daft.

-To boot.
-What?
-Daft.
-To boot.
-Well, I guess
people are entitled

-To do crazy things
on their birthday.

-This year we didn't.
-I went to a movie.
-Frank came down here and
painted that picture.

-Now I know what Frank meant
when he said someone should

-Have been in that
picture with him.

-I have a notion if your husband
could have seen your face when

-You were telling about that
birthday party in 1947,

-He'd have painted
you right smack

-In the middle of that picture
with is arms around ya.

-Ah, sorry I was so long.
-Oh, Mr. Legget of The
Graphic, Mr. Sullivan.

-He's helping me look for Frank.
-Hi.
-Freshen up a little, will you?
-Hold the garbage.
-You?
-No, I'm fine.
-Get something?
-Something I hadn't counted on.
-What?
-Frank still loves me.
-That's a big help.
-I think so.
-SULLIVAN: If it'll help
any, Frank asked me

-How early the Army,
Navy store is open,

-The one that's down
on the Embarcadero.

-Oh, he's getting smart.
-He's changed his clothes.
-What do you say we cover it?
-Oh, I uh... I'm sorry I
was so rude a moment ago,

-But it's always
discouraging to hea

-A wife say that her
husband loves her.

-What do you write,
comic strips?

-Oh, never more
serious in my life.

-What's the damages?
-Oh, it's on the house.
-I hope you find
him, Mrs. Johnson.

-Thanks.
-It's no use looking, honey.
-Once they're gone, they're gone.
-How'd it happen?
-I was walking along
and she almost hit me.

-She must have fell from the
Oriental Roof Garden up there.

-Who is she?
-She's one of the
dancers from the show.

-Maybe a drink, Sammy?
-It helps sometimes.
-No thanks.
-Hi Sammy.
-Let him alone, can't ya?
-I just heard about it.
-I'm sorry.
-I can't understand
it, Inspector.

-Suzie was happy.
-We were doing great.
-There was no reason for it.
-Sometimes we don't know
what makes people tick,

-Even the ones closest to us.
-I just can't believe
she killed herself.

-Well, maybe she didn't.
-Inspector, how else...
-Well, it could've been robbery.
-She might have surprised
somebody in the dressing room.

-Did you check her stuff,
see if anything was missing?

-No.
-Well do it.
-Now.
-We've been through
almost all of these places

-And we still haven't
found a lead on Frank.

-Mind if I look at this coat?
-STORE CLERK: That's
a man's coat.

-Mind if I look at it?
-STORE CLERK: Take a look.
-That's Frank's coat.
-Where did you get it?
-None of your business.
-But that's my husband's coat.
-No, it ain't.
-It's mine.
-Fella came in here and
traded that coat and $4

-For a pea jacket and a cab.
-When?
-When I opened up this morning?
-Where'd he go?
-How do I know?
-I just sell stuff.
-I don't watch people.
-Shut the door as you go out.
-Look.
-Well, wouldn't you know.
-There he is, just like
nothing had happened.

-Ah.
-Frank?
-Beg thy pardon?
-Oh, uh, sorry.
-I never knew there was
so many land-going sailors

-In the world, all
of them wearing

-Pea jackets and seamen's caps.
-Beat, huh?
-I might as well admit it.
-I can't remember.
-No thanks.
-There's not much sun
left to find him under.

-"If you think back,"
he said in his letter,

-"You'll know where to find me."
-Danny, maybe if I'm alone
I can figure this out.

-I've got to go home
anyway and feed the dog.

-He's been locked up all day.
-Well, sure, sure.
-I could meet you
later someplace.

-How about picking me up at
the corner of Montgomery

-And Union streets
when you're ready?

-It's not much out of your way.
-All right.
-I'll meet you there in an hour.
-Uh-oh.
-Looks like your shadow's
finally caught up with you.

-Are you as tired as I am?
-I beg your pardon.
-Come on.
-There's no need for
spending two cab fares.

-We might as well go together.
-But... well... uh...
-Oh, come on.
-At least we'll have
someone to talk to.

-As a taxpayer, I thank you.
-Hello Rembrandt.
-I'll be with you in a minute.
-Hi.
-What, you again?
-Who let you in?
-Landlord.
-Do you mind?
-Oh, no.
-Make yourself at home.
-I love having cops
move in on me.

-Where's the letter?
-And don't pretend you don't
know what I'm talking about.

-I mean the letter
your pal picked

-Up at Hart & Winston's
this morning.

-I want it.
-Sees all, knows all,
except where Frank is

-And who the killer is.
-Why don't you go back
to jail or whereve

-It is you live and
leave me alone?

-Oh, no.
-The merry-go-round's over.
-This case is going
cold on me and you're

-The only live thing in it.
-So from now on, I'm
sticking with you.

-That's just peachy.
-Oh, I'm bushed.
-You ought to be.
-You covered a lot
of territory today.

-My men are bushed too.
-You should be more considerate.
-Can you make anything
out of this letter?

-It's pretty cryptic.
-Not yet, but I'm working on it.
-This sounds like a guy in love.
-You think so?
-Yeah.
-"I'll be out in the open under
the sun in a place like the one

-Where I first lost you."
-Then it lays it
right in your lap.

-Doesn't it mean anything to you?
-I wish it did.
-I'm glad you're not
bringing me my medicine.

-Oh, don't worry.
-I'll find him.
-And I'll be right there
with you when you do.

-Where you go, I go.
-[DOG BARKING]
-Would you insist upon going
with me if I walked the dog?

-I walked him.
-Anyway, there's a man
out front, one in back,

-And one on the roof.
-Fine.
-I'm staying right here then.
-So am I. We'll just wait
until your husband comes to you

-Or you can't stand the strain
any longer and go to him.

-Look, Mr. Ferris.
-Maybe you're right with
some of the things you said.

-Today I discovered a lot about
Frank I never knew before.

-In one day what you couldn't
find out in four years?

-I guess I was the
one that was mixed up.

-A lot of it's my fault anyway.
-I haven't been much of a wife.
-Well, that's quite an admission
from you, Mrs. Johnson.

-Please.
-You've got to give me
a chance to see Frank

-Alone and give him his medicine.
-Then if he wants to come in
and testify, that's up to him.

-But it's got to be his choice.
-I won't to try to influence
him one way or the other.

-Whatever he does is
all right with me,

-But you've got to let
me see him alone first.

-I believe ya and I'd like
to help ya, but I'm a cop.

-If Frank keeps on
running, I'll have

-No witness, to say
nothing of a job.

-[DOG BARKING]
-He's hungry.
-Couldn't you have fed him too?
-He couldn't figure out
how to work the can opener?

-Can I use your phone?
-[DOG BARKING]
-Hello.
-Ferris.
-Anything for me?
-Keep it going until
we get results.

-I think we're getting warm.
-Shaw there?
-Put him on.
-[DOG BARKING]
-[DOG BARKING]
-[DOG BARKING]
-[DOG BARKING]
-[DOG BARKING]
-I'm sorry Rembrandt.
-It's the only thing
I can think of.

-[DOG BARKING]
-Mr. Ferris?
-INSPECTOR FERRIS: Yeah?
-I'm worried about Rembrandt.
-He was so hungry and now
he won't touch his food.

-Well, that's funny.
-And his nose is so hot.
-Maybe I better take
him to the vet's.

-I'll take him.
-I like dogs.
-Oh, thank you.
-Get your shoes.
-His temperature is normal.
-In fact, he seems to
be in perfect health.

-But I'm worried
about him, doctor.

-He won't eat.
-Maybe he isn't hungry.
-Perhaps he should stay here
for a few days for observation.

-Uh, may I take a look
at your exercise yard?

-Oh, yes, just right out
that door, across the hall.

-And doctor, see if you can't
coax him to eat something.

-Doctor, I wish you
would look at Emma Lou.

-I'm not a doctor.
-I'm here for treatment myself.
-I beg your pardon?
-Well, your wife
thinks you ought

-To leave the dog
for observation.

-That woman's not my wife!
-Ferris was there
when I got back.

-He knew about Frank's letter.
Well, that doesn't surprise me.

-I knew he'd check there.
-Danny, I've been thinking.
-Why did Frank send it
to Hart & Winston's?

-Well, he didn't
want it intercepted.

-Well, why not leave it
with Sammy Chung then?

-Or give it to anybody he
knew would bring it to me.

-Why Maibus at the store?
-You mean you think
there's a reason?

-Something you missed?
-Yeah, something I didn't
see, something I overlooked.

-Driver, take us
to Hart & Winston.

-TAXICAB DRIVER: OK.
-DAN LEGGET: Worried,
bitter, cynical.

-Fresh, eager, and hopeful.
-The two Eleanors.
-Now I remember!
-One day on the beach at Carmel,
just after we were married.

-Frank made a
mermaid out of sand.

-It was supposed to be me.
-And a big wave came
up and washed it away,

-And he said, well,
I've lost you.

-And I said, you'll
never lose me Frank.

-I won't let you.
-That's what he
meant in the letter.

-It wasn't a quarrel!
-This means something to you?
-You know where he is?
-I'll take you there.
-Inspector Ferris
wants to see you.

-Why?
-Look, he wants to see you.
-Where?
-Later.
-I'm sorry to have to ask
you to do this, Mrs. Johnson.

-This man was found in an
alley behind a gin mill

-On Embarcadero.
-He'd been brutally
beaten to death.

-He wasn't wearing a
trench coat, but he

-Was wearing a seaman's
cap and jacket.

-From what I remember of your
husband, it could be him.

-I'm not sure, so
I'll have to ask

-You to make a positive
identification.

-Let her alone.
-There goes the Freeman case.
-Two witnesses, two dead men.
-That's the way
it goes sometimes.

-Eleanor, anything I could
say would just be words.

-Danny, that wasn't Frank.
-For a quick moment
I thought it was

-And I felt things I
didn't know I could feel.

-What was I holding out for?
-Why didn't I learn
to understand him?

-Why don't we give freely
of ourselves when we can?

-If only I had another
chance, I thought.

-Then I saw it wasn't
Frank and I fainted.

-Congratulations on
your performance.

-But it wasn't an act.
-I really did faint.
-Where is he?
-At the amusement
park at the beach.

-You were there when it
happened, why can't you talk?

-That Johnson dame's
a smart cookie.

-Yeah.
-I wonder where she
got the idea of passing

-That stiff off as her husband.
-Somebody had... pass him off!
-Sure.
-The guy she identified was
the second mate off a tanker,

-Just been paid off.
-Somebody rolled
him for his dough.

-Why wasn't I told!
-The fingerprint
report just came.

-Keep me for a knucklehead.
-Get down to the taxi stand.
-Check and find out
where they took her!

-[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Hey mack.
-Watch my cab, will ya?
-I want to get a hamburger.
-OK, bud.
-[CROWD TALKING]
-[LAUGHING]
-Put this on right away.
-All units in the Bay
Area, be on the lookout

-For one yellow cab, number 323.
-License number in the 7
column, 0-9, Frank, 7-6-2.

-Left Hall of Justice
approximately 6:30

-PM this date.
-Right down there beyond that
railing at the sand sculptures.

-He's been waiting for me all day
thinking I wouldn't remember.

-I almost didn't.
-No.
-What is it?
-Well, I... I couldn't
talk to him there.

-There's too many people around.
-I couldn't get the
kind of story I want.

-I know where I can meet him
and nobody will bother me.

-Oh, look at the sand sculpture!
-Oh, I had an uncle that
used to make statues,

-Only he made them out of ice.
-Really?
-A small donation for the
artist would be appreciated.

-Here you are.
-Thank you.
-Yeah.
-This thing's beginning to boil.
-We'll be right down.
-We're going to the beach.
-Come on Rembrandt.
-What my eyes miss,
your nose will smell.

-Come on.
-I don't like this place.
-It's a good spot.
-I used to come here with
my girl when I was a kid.

-It's more frightening
than romantic.

-That's the way love
is when you're young,

-And life is when you're older.
-I'll tell Frank where you are.
-You sure you want to start
over again with your husband?

-I'm sure I want to try.
-I'm not sure what he wants.
-Supposing he doesn't want to.
-Then I'll let him
go and he'll neve

-Know how I feel about him.
-You think people can turn
back and you're going to try?

-I know better.
-You're too cynical.
-It's your profession.
-It's too late to
change my profession.

-OK.
-Go ahead and send him in.
-I'll bring him.
-No.
-What's the matter with you?
-Don't you still want the story?
-I guess I... I got to have
the story, but my way.

-You send him back.
-I want to see him alone first.
-If you want the money,
I talk to him alone.

-All right.
-If that's the way you
want it, I'll send him.

-You fellas get over there
and cover the pier side.

-Yes.
-Right, sir.
-You get up there at the gate.
-If Johnson tries to come
through, arrest him.

-What charge?
-For failing to crib his
dog in a public park.

-I'm coming in from the
other end of the pier.

-Hey!
-How we doing?
-$7.71.
-Huh?
-That's better than I
do on some Sundays.

-Thanks for taking
care of things.

-You know it's the first
day I've had off in years?

-You know what I've
been doing all day?

-Riding back and forth,
back and forth between here

-And Sausalito on
my old ferryboats.

-Look, I can't stick
around here anymore.

-I've got to get out of here.
-Say, Cap, I hate to
ask you, but... but...

-Won't take you very far.
-Here's the keys to my
car and the ticket.

-You'll find it over
in the parkway.

-The tank's full.
-Thanks Cap.
-I'll get it back to ya.
-You better.
-Frank!
-Hey, pardon me?
-Where's Frank?
-What happened to him?
-Who?
-Frank Johnson.
-Never heard of him.
-Sorry, Mrs. Johnson,
but I had to be careful.

-Frank waited all day and said
he couldn't wait any longer,

-So I loaned him my car
about five minutes ago.

-Where did he go?
-Over to the parking lot
on the other end on midway.

-Thank you.
-I lost a bet with myself.
-Did you want to win?
-As ordered, delivered.
-Late as usual, but delivered.
-Let's get out of the light.
-Keep an eye out
for us, will ya Cap?

-Why didn't you tell
me about your heart?

-Well, you know the doctors.
-They make a big
deal of everything.

-Guess it was a silly thing to
do writing that corny note.

-It sounded like you'd
had a couple of drinks.

-I had.
-By the time I finished
the drinks and the letter,

-I was a pretty sad character.
-Well, I can't hide
out here forever.

-Would you want to?
-I could get a job
in another town, huh?

-Pretty fair window trimmer.
-Pretty good artist too.
-We've got to pull out of this.
-We?
-Yes.
-If this excitement hasn't
killed you, I'm sure I can't.

-We'll get out of town
where you'll be safe.

-Can't go very far.
-I've got $7.71.
-Borrowed that from the captain.
-There's a fella named Legget,
a reporter from "The Graphic."

-He helped me find you.
-He's promised to give you
$1,000 for an exclusive.

-A lot of money for
the little I can do.

-Well, his paper must
think it's worth it,

-So why look a gift
horse in the mouth?

-Well, where is he?
-Over by the roller coaster.
-Come on, I'll show you.
INSPECTOR FERRIS: Hey you.

-Turn around!
-Do you know an artist
named Frank Johnson?

-CAPTAIN: Who?
-Frank Johnson, an artist.
-Did a sketch of you.
-I saw it.
-Could be, but I don't remember.
-Oh.
-See, I just work here.
-Used to be a ferryboat
captain though.

-Where?
-Over there under
the roller coaster.

-Go all the way at
the end of the walk

-And duck in around
the scaffolding.

-OK.
-Here's the ticket and the
keys to the captain's car.

-It's parked down at
that end of the...

-Yes, I know.
-Well, I'll meet you there.
-No, I'd better bring it here.
-You've got to stay out of sight.
-I can't let anything
happen to you now.

-Nothing can happen to me now.
-Remember that man shot at you.
-How did you know?
-That wasn't in the papers.
-Ferris told me.
-Nobody else knows it.
-Nobody but the guy
that fired the shots.

-You better go now.
-I'll be back as soon as I can.
-Hey Martin.
-The prowl car out
at the entrance

-Just got word for
you to call in.

-Johnson hasn't passed me yet.
-Oh, I haven't got time
to talk to him now.

-That's McDonald
and Murray's case.

-But he says he has some
information you wanted.

-Uh, hold on.
-Hello Inspector.
-Remember you asked me to
check all of Suzie's things

-To see if anything was missing?
-Sammy, I'm busy.
-I... I'll see you tomorrow.
-I just wanted to tell you
that nothing was missing,

-Except that sketch that Frank
drew on the back of a menu.

-Sketch?
-Of who?
-SAMMY CHUNG (ON
PHONE): I don't know.

-But Suzie said it looked
like that newspaperman that

-Was in the club this
afternoon with Mrs. Johnson.

-SAMMY CHUNG (ON PHONE):
That good notice

-He was going to give us
won't do Suzie any good now.

-What happened?
Where's Frank?

-He's on his way to
meet you, but Ferris

-Is here with the dog.
-Rats.
-Thought that stiff in
the morgue was a plant.

-He's a pretty sharp fellow.
-Let's get off the midway.
-Come on.
-They'll never look
for us in here.

-But these things make me sick!
-Stay in your seats, folks.
-Second ride is half fare.
-I'll never ride
this thing again!

-All right, Eddie, take it away.
-Don't stand up in
your seats, folks.

-This is the greatest
thrill of your lifetime.

-The ride only takes
a couple of minutes.

-Besides, when we get to the top,
we can see if Frank's there.

-Oh, he must be there by now.
-Oh! [GIGGLING]
-I don't see him.
-[SCREAMING]
-Where is he?
-I don't know!
-[SCREAMING]
-[SCREAMING]
-[SCREAMING]
-Hey buddy, where do
you think you're going?

-[SCREAMING]
-[SCREAMING]
-The second ride
is only half fare.

-Want to go again, baby?
-I wouldn't go again
for the admiral!

-You stay on for another ride.
-I'll go see what's
happened to Frank.

-I want to go with you.
-No.
-With Ferris outside, together,
we'd be too conspicuous.

-But Danny!
-Ferris traced you here.
-If he found you, someone
else could follow you too.

-Second ride, half fare.
-The lady will go again.
-OK, Eddie.
-Take it away.
-Don't forget Somebody
shot at him last time.

-They tried to kill him
once, they'll do it again!

-DAN LEGGET (VOICEOVER):
Don't forget.

-Somebody shot at him last time.
-They tried to kill him
once, they'll do it again!

-INSPECTOR FERRIS
(VOICEOVER): Nobody

-Knows that except your husband,
the killer, and now you.

-Nobody knows that
except your husband,

-The killer, and now you.
-Frank!
-Frank!
-Go away!
-Frank!
-Frank!
-Go away!
-Oh, Frank!
-Frank, please go away!
-Frank!
-Frank!
-Please!
-Frank!
-[SCREAMING]
-Frank!
-Frank!
-Go away!
-DAN LEGGET: Frank?
-Frank Johnson?
-Yeah?
-That you Mr. Legget?
-Be careful.
-There's a loose plank over here.
-DAN LEGGET: I know.
-Well, why don't you
get it over with?

-I don't have to Frank.
-You got a bad heart.
-You can't stand tension.
-You're going to kill yourself.
-[SCREAMING FROM ROLLERCOASTER]
-[SCREAMING]
-Second ride is
half fare, folks.

-Take advantage of
the second ride.

-It's only half fare.
-[CARNIVAL MUSIC]
-What's your hurry Mrs. Johnson?
-[GUNSHOT]
-[CARNIVAL MUSIC]
-INSPECTOR FERRIS: I had
to do it Mrs. Johnson.

-That's Legget down there.
-Your husband's safe.
-Wh... where's Frank?
-Out there on the midway.
-[CARNIVAL MUSIC]
-[LAUGHING]
-[MUSIC PLAYING]