(smooth bass jazz) (smooth orchestral jazz) (engine softly rustling) (bell softly chimes) - What happened? - I'm not quite sure. (dramatic orchestral jazz) (smooth bass jazz) (smooth orchestral jazz) - But I had it with me
when I left, that I know. - She's scared. - She should be. - Did you get a
good look at him? - Yeah, don't lose her, I'll call the
divisional CID officer. (people softly chattering) - I'd like to see
Lieutenant Felore. please. - Right here, Captain Herrick? - Yes.
(crosstalk drowns out words) - Is waiting for you. - Been expecting
you, the DCI said you were on your way
and in a bit of a rush. - He was right about that. - Here's your man now, I've already told him
to clear his desk. Warrant Officer du Plessis, Captain Herrick of
Security Branch. - Captain, appreciate the
cooperation from all of you. - Glad to oblige,
we're not very keen about things like this
in Cape Town, good luck. - This way, Captain.
- Thank you. So you're the donkey. - Ever met a warrant officer
that wasn't, Captain? Get it from the top,
get it from below, and always in the middle. - Always carrying the workload, what would we do without you? - I'd say, care to
add to the load? At your service. - I'm looking for a pickpocket. - A take, what's his name? - I don't know. - We're in trouble. - And he stole a wallet
from a woman's purse on a bus this morning. - You know what he looks like? - Yeah. - We're in business. Du Plessis here, send me
the file on the takes. Yeah, as soon as possible. I got the impression
from the left tenant you were after some commies. - This is part of it. The woman whose purse he picked had been passing military
information onto them. She was on her way to a
contact when this happened. - Do you know who
the contact is? - No, got a line on everybody
else in the setup except him. He just happens
to be the top man. - That is a rotten break. - But he's the mover. We do know that as soon
as he can lay hands on the film she was carrying, he'll fly it out of the country. - How can you be so careless
to get your purse picked? - I told you before, I'm sorry. - We've got to find him. - In Cape Town? Hm, I never saw him before and I barely had a look at him. - Do you know what
was on that film? - Film? - Yes, film. A new patent for a
chemical formula, the most important
formula we've ever had. Candy, we've got to get that-- - What are you getting
so excited about? - Because we can't get
another copy of it. - Joey, you're talking
as though it were hot. - Candy, this is big business. Cutthroat business
and I'm in a spot. That delivery was
my responsibility. - I told you before, I'm sorry, but there's nothing I
can do about it now. You'll just have to tell your
boss I had my bag picked. - Now wait a minute,
you're a smart girl. You can figure out
a way to find him. - Joey, he was a pickpocket. What do I know about
people like that? - And let's put it this way, you probably know people who do, you've knocked around enough. - Are you going to throw
that in my face again? - Candy, I'm sorry. Believe me. I'm so sorry. I need you. I need your help. You know what he looks like. If I had your contacts, do you think I'd be
begging like this? - Well, maybe I
can get you a lead. - Candy, if you can
find this bloke for me, I'll never bother you again. - All right, Joey,
I'll do what I can. - Here's another
batch, try those. - How long do you
think it'll take? - Domain delay, I'll
be getting the photos from Victoria, Criminal Bureau. What we don't have, they will. - There must be a quicker way. - There's one possibility,
though not exactly kosher. - Well, let's not be too
delicate, the enemy isn't. - No harm trying then. Maybe Sam can get a
little speed into this. - Who's Sam? - Hiya, Du Plessis,
long time no see, yeah? - Hello, Sam. - Hey, who's the creep,
what's he in for, kidnapping? Honey, that tie, it's gotta go. I got a polka dot number for you that just is maybe
your personality-- - We've gotta have
some quick action, Sam. - Why is everything around
here always an emergency? Say, this has nothing to
do with murder, has it? - No. - Okay, 'cause there're
not killers in my book. I'm just in this
business long enough to fatten up this kitty. - How's she doing? - Just great, I
got almost enough to buy the plot and the stone. - You lose that, you won't
have to worry about the stone. It'll be a pauper's grave. - That's not one of
your funnier jokes. - Oh, I only meant you
ought to be more careful where you put it. - Yeah, can you think
of a better place, kid? - Listen, let me
tell you something. If I should wind up
in a pauper's grave after all this,
it would kill me. Now I got a real nice spot
picked out in Baltimore in a private,
paid-up section too, with the most gorgeous
view of Table Mountain. Even better than on a postcard. Well, so it's not
murder, what is it? - We're looking for a take that lifted a girl's
wallet on the bus. - Buses, yeah, well, don't you have 'em
pigeonholed in there? - Trying to save time. We thought you may have a lead on who's been working the
buses in the last 24 hours. - Oh, yeah, I
might know a couple who've been stooping
to that lately. So who are you, the
victim's father? - No, no, he's from Security. - A lousy dresser,
oh, boy, mister, I got a tie here with stripes that just might
give you some class. Now, did you get a good
look at the picker? - Yeah, tall, dark-haired. - Yeah, tall, dark-haired,
you must be kidding, I mean, there are a
dozen I know like that. Now it's the
technique that counts. Each one has his own trademark. Say would you look at
that, is that not great? It's yours for one rand. - Sold. - All right, now
tell me, mister-- - It's Captain. - Oh, Captain, when
did this happen? - A couple of hours ago. - Uh-huh, and what
kind of a bus was it, double deck or a single?
- Double decker. - What route? - Adderley Street
from the Foreshore. - Mm-hm, was he
standing to her left, or to her right, or behind her? - He was in front of her first,
then he moved to her right. - Was he carrying a newspaper? - Yeah.
- Rolled or folded? - Folded, I think. - You think, what you mean, say what kind of a
security bloke is this? Captain, you gotta be sure. Like I said before, each one
has his own way of operating. All right, all
right, it was folded. - It was folded,
on the top side, was it the front page
or the classified ads? - Classified. - Was he a southpaw? - No, he used his right hand and carried his
paper in his left. - Did you seem him
close the purse? - Yeah. - And did he all
the paper like this when he closed it?
- Yes. - And give her a little
bump at the same time? - Yeah. (softly humming "Mam'selle"
by Frank Sinatra) - I know. - Captain, I wonder if
you'd mind waiting outside. - Well--
- Thanks very much, I'll just be a moment. Now look, Sam, we've
got to work fast. We're not gonna go through
all of that again, are we? - Listen, am I
personally responsible for the price of fish and chips? Is it my fault that the
cost of living has gone up? Here, in my book as of today, the price of knacking
a take is 35 rand. - 35 rand?
- Yeah. - I told you before, we don't even have
a fund for this. - Spoken like a true donkey. You mean all along
you've been paying me out of your millionaire salary,
isn't that sweet of you. - 25 rand, take it or leave it. - I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll give you the names of
four takes who fit this job and I'll bet you 27
rand and 50 cents that one out of the four has
nabbed this dame's wallet. - Bet you 27.50 you're wrong. (softly humming "Mam'selle"
by Frank Sinatra) - That's the man. - Skip McCoy, we don't
even have a lead on him. I didn't know he
was out, I'll check. - So, you don't know. I thought you knew
everything about everybody. - I know how he operates,
he's holed up somewhere. He always did have
a taste for living in out-of-way places,
places hard to find. - Well, that's pretty smart. But it's gonna take you a
long time to run him down, might even take you a week. - What are you angling
for, a side bet? - Every little cent has
a meaning all its own. - So happens I
haven't a cent left. - So happens I know
where he's shacked up. - That was part of
our original bet. - Oh, no you don't,
cookie, no you don't. (softly humming "Mam'selle"
by Frank Sinatra) - I have no more time, Sam. - Then what are
you stalling for? - Next time I'll give
you odds, two to one. - You promise?
- Promise. - You got yourself a deal. Very happy to have
made your acquaintance. I wanna give you my
card. (softly humming) (siren softly howls) (light cheerful jazz) (car loudly honking) - Oh? Hello, Myburgh. - Herrick. This a visit or a pickup? - Both, Warrant Officer du
Plessis wants to see you down at Capital Square. You go with Myburgh,
I'll stick around. - What now? - Still hoarding
all the loot, Skip? - Have a look around,
you're getting paid for it. Want a beer? - No, thanks. - How is the donkey these days? - You won't find
any change in him. - Good, it's the way I like him. No electricity around here,
but the beer is always cold. Want one, Myburgh? - Du Plessis is waiting. - Alright, let's go. - There's the opener, in
case you change your mind. Oh, Herrick, just one thing. After you shake my place down, put it back the way
you found it, huh? Come on, Myburgh. (sirens softly howling) - He's here. - Smart work. How do you know he didn't
throw that film away? How do you wanna handle it? - He made me lose
my temper once. Cost me a suspension
and three months pay. Didn't do much for
my record either. I'd like to see him alone,
Captain, if you don't mind. - Just as long as
we get what we want. I'll be in the squad room. (people softly chattering)
(typewriter softly clicking) - Thank you, 31. - I was picked
up, no resistance. You better make this stick. - Out for one week and already, those fingers have gotta
work the bus circuit. Where's the wallet you
lifted from the girl? - I don't like being lumbered
on a trumped-up charge. Back it up or drive
me back to my shack. - I'll drive you back in hearse if you don't get that
kink out of your mouth. I oughta have you deported. - Now look, you've been donkey of
this squad long enough to know that a bloke
with my writing wouldn't pull
anything like that, on a bus or anywhere else, ha! - You always will
be at two-cent take. When they pick you up
in the gutter dead, your hand'll be in
some drunk's pockets. You were spotted
lifting that wallet. - Only amateurs are spotted. - Three convictions, what
else do you think you are? - Right now, clean as a whistle. It's my word against one of
your comedy cops around here. - That girl was carrying TNT and it's gonna blow
up right in your face. - What girl? - I oughta ram that grin
right down your teeth. - Go on, slug me. Go on, I'll make a bigger
stink than last time. I'll see you hit the backyard
without pay for a whole year. Go on slug me, we're
all alone here. What's the matter, you nervous? Come on! - Captain. - Oh, need some
help, is that it? - All we want is the wallet. If you got rid of it, tell us. If you tossed the film
away, tell us where. - Who's he? - None of your
business, answer him. - Now wait a minute, I
told you before, I'm clean. Since I got out, I
wouldn't touch a cent if it were lying in the
street, word of honor. Why don't ya haul that girl
down here to identify me? It's my word against hers. - You're wrong, it's
your word against mine. You see, I saw you
close that purse. - All right, so it's your word. But you have to nail the goods
on me, mister, and I'm clean. - Go on, fan me,
gimme the works. - That film you stole had government information
on it, classified. - We've been working on
this for over a month and just as we were about to grab a top red
agent, you stepped in. Can't you understand
how important this is? All we want is your cooperation and the charges against
you will be dropped, isn't that so, du Plessis? - You know how much I'd
like to make this rap stick. What he's got to do
is far more important. - You boys are bloody well
talking in the wrong corner. I'm just a bloke keeping his
hands in his own pockets. - If you refuse to
cooperate, you'd be as guilty as if you'd deliberately
sold out your country. - Are you waving the flag at me? All I know is you set
me up three times. I didn't lift that film
and you can't prove I did. And if I said I did, you'd slap that indeterminate
rap across my teeth, no matter what
promises you made. So save all that patriotic
eyewash for somebody else. - Do you know what
treason means? - Who cares?
- Answer him. - Is there a new law that says
I have to listen to lectures? - Myburgh, get him out of here. Get him out of the building. - Hey, what have you boys been
feeding the donkey lately? Take it easy, chief. - What'd I tell you about McCoy? (smooth bass jazz) (smooth orchestral jazz) (whimsical flute jazz) - That'll be three cents
for the mango you gave him. - Put it on my account. - Your account?
(softly chuckles) - What's new in
merchandise, Mohammed? And I don't mean pawpaws. Somebody told me de
Villiers Camera Shop on Castle Street got
cleaned out the other night. - That should teach him to
put in a better alarm system. - I don't suppose you'd be
handling anything like a, a machine for showing
family pictures? - What size? Maybe, Mr. McCoy,
I can help you. Not that de Villiers
had such a fine piece of equipment as this. I mean, I had it
here quite a while. That's why you could
get these anyway at a greatly-reduced price. You see, I needs the space. - I can see that. - Now, (speaking
foreign language) now, de Villiers never
had such a fine piece of equipment as this. - How you work it? - Work it, that's child's
play to work this, I tell you, there's
nothing to it, it's as simple as A, B, C. You takes this plug here, you plug it in here, like so. Now your switch is on there, and you put your film in there, this'll slide, and you focus. Have you got any film? - You better be getting
back to your grapefruit. - Listen, you give me the film, and I'll get you
a demonstration. - Now look, Mohammed,
somebody could come in off the street and
steal you blind. - (softly chuckles) Not
me, I've got a bell. (bell softly chimes) - And it works well. (bell softly chimes) - How'd you like the
projector, Mr. McCoy? - Well, I was gonna
discuss that with you. Frankly, I was hoping for
something a little better. That's for the kid's mango. See you around, Mohammed. - Who told you to ask me? - The rack boy at the pool hall. - Who told you to ask him? - That new teacher
at the karate school. - Why didn't you go to the
cops in the first place? - Look, 20 rand
if you'll tell me where I can find
Lightning Louis. - Put it on the table. - Not until you tell me. - I'm Lightning Louis. - Then why did you tell
me your name was Espinosa? Look, blabber mouth, you
better get me back that money or there's going to be trouble. - Lum. What's my name? - North side or south side? - My north side name. - Lightning Louis. - For another 20, I'll give
you the name of the squeak that knows everything
about takes. - I hope you bust. - 241 Long Street, one
flight up, top of the stairs. Her name is Sam. - A woman? - Tell her I sent you. Lum, bring us another order
of chow fun and char siu bao. (bright cheerful music) ("Mam'selle" by Frank Sinatra)
♪ And yet ♪ I know you well ♪ Someday you'll say goodbye (bright cheerful music) ("Mam'selle" by Frank Sinatra)
♪ And so will I, Mam'selle (bright cheerful music) (door loudly knocking)
- Yeah, who is it? - Sam, I've got to see you. - Who are you? - A friend of yours sent
me, Lightning Louis. Are you Sam? - Yeah. - I need your
help, I hear you're the best pickpocket
squeak in the business. - Say, what are you trying to
do, insult me or something? I am a solid citizen, brought up to report all injustices
to the police authorities. - But you do get paid for it? - Well, a citizen has
to live, don't they? - I'm looking for the
man who lifted my wallet on the bus this morning. - Oh, so you're the babe. - What do you mean by that? - Well, word gets
around, you know, one picket talks to another,
what was in the wallet? - Something personal. - Gee, what pretty
earrings, how personal? - What difference does it make? He didn't know what he was
stealing when he took it. He was only interested
in the money. - How do you know? Say, you got a boyfriend? - Why? - 'Cause you oughta
buy him a tie. I happen to carry
a complete line of personality neckwear at
bargain prices, look at that. - No, thank you, I told you
before, I need you're help. Now do you want to
do business or not? - Got any happy money? - Happy money? - Money that'll make me happy. - How happy? - 50 rand and I'll throw
in this gorgeous necktie. (soft clarinet jazz) (soft piano and woodwind jazz) (Candy softly grunts) - Take your time looking. - Want a beer? - I want my wallet. - What wallet? - The one you took from
my bag this morning. - Oh, now do I look like a take? - Yes. - Wipe your face off. - How much did Sam
get out of you? If I know Sam, I estimate you shelled out about
50 rand to find me. Sam's all right,
she's gotta eat. But she certainly
sells crummy ties. - Tell me, did
you throw it away? - Huh? - Mr. McCoy, I have
to find that wallet. - Why? - It's no good to
you, or anybody else. - No? - Ow. - Oh, what's the matter,
did I bust something? - Look, I'm sick. - Well, let's sit down. Let's see. Let's find out the trouble. - Ow, that's where it hurts. - I'll take care of that,
now you just take it easy. All right now, let's have a
small dose of straight talk. - There was some film in it. - You mean you
shook down my joint just to find some film? - You got me in a terrible
mess when you took it. - What kind of a mess? Are you working
for some blackmail? - Oh no, Mr. McCoy,
nothing like that. They're pictures of
my brother, Tommy, on his new farm in Natal. My mother's waiting to see them. - Oh. Why didn't you get
to the cops, doll? - Well, the fact is, I got into a little
trouble with them. And it would kill my mother
if she, you know what I mean? - 'Course I do. You feel better? - Does beer always
do this to you? - What kind of trouble did you
get into with the cops, baby? - Oh, a girl makes mistakes. - Hm, I was only
asking because... - Because why? - Am I talking too much? - Why talk? - How much is your
brother worth? - What do you want, blood? - I just wanna make your
old lady happy, that's all. - You do have it. - But you see, doll, there might be another
little old lady looking for pictures of her boy. I just have to make certain
it's your brother, Tommy. - I'll tell my mother. - You do that. - That's the girl. I'll check with you later. (shoes softly shuffling) - What are you wearing,
du Plessis, miner's boots? You're waking up
half the waterfront. - You're not losing
any time, are you? - Neither are you. - Did you make a deal with her? - Go on, trump up a charge. Throw me in, you've
done it before. - Locking you up
isn't gonna help. - You're sitting on a
hot rock, aren't you? I like to see you jump. - Look, I'd rather
chop my leg off than say what I've come to say, but I've gotta push your
personal feelings aside. My left tenant has
promised to take me to the Divisional Criminal
Investigation Officer, the DCIO himself. I'm going to ask him
to tear up your record. (Skip softly chuckles) A nice fat bill of health
for that strip of film. That's what I'm going
to ask him to do. - (loudly laughs)
Your idea, huh? You mean your DCIO's idea and all the big wheels
from here to Pretoria. - All right, Skip,
I won't push it. But you remember one thing, if it's the last thing I do, no matter what happens
in this commie set up, I'm gonna see that you
get it, the full tote. (muffling drowns out words) Those charges stick and
you're gonna be pushing time for the rest of your life. - Hey, donkey, save the
taxpayer some money, don't plant a bug in
here because I'll find it and grind it into powder. Bye-bye. - Did you find
him, has he got it? - Yes, he's got it, and
he knows what's on it. A professional knack
took me for 50 rand. She calls herself Sam,
operates in Long Street. She's sells ties as a front. - What do you mean he
knows what's on it? - Well, the way he hung
onto it, he's been around. - Did he say what's on the film? - He's taking you down,
that tells the story. - You didn't mention my name? - Of course not. - Does he know where I live? - No, Joey. I found him for you, didn't I? And he's got what you want. So I'll give you his address and you go over and make a deal. - No. I can't take the chance. - Well, I like that. You can't take a
chance, but you send me. - It's different for you, Candy, he might've been
hired for the job. - You mean he knew
what he was stealing? - Yes. - Then why didn't
he contact you? It doesn't make any sense. - He might be playing both ends against the middle,
don't you see? - No, I don't. But maybe there's
something about that film you haven't told me, huh? - What do you mean by that? - You tell me. - There's nothing
complicated about it. If he knew I was after the film, he'd increased the
price, that's all. That's why I've got
to keep out of it and that's why you'll
have to go back to him. - And do what that I
haven't already done? - What I meant was... - Oh, I know exactly
what you mean. Well, for your information,
he hit me on the jaw. So you can forget all
about me going back to him. Not that I don't appreciate
your fine compliment. - Candy, I didn't mean
it the way you took it. You just don't understand. - Then why don't
you for once put it so that I can understand? - All right, here's
500 rand, give him 50. If he holds out for more,
give him another 50. The rest is yours, now is that
something you can understand? - It helps. - Just see you come back
with that film, Candy. I'll wait for you at the office. - Hey, I'm out here. We call this a play area. Come on down. (smooth saxophone jazz) Where's your old lady? - She couldn't come. - Oh, that's too bad. You bring the cabbage? - I just can't figure you out. - Don't try, let your old
lady do all the figuring. - How come a nice fellow
like you goes around picking handbags on buses? - Angel, the last time
I worked the buses, I was in short pants. - The last time
was this morning, unless you've got a couple
of extra licks in between. Really, how many times
have you been caught with your hand where
it doesn't belong? - I've been tapped a few times. All part of the business,
that side of the ledger. You want a smoke? - Thanks. I once knew a fellow, I mean, I heard about a fella, who was in prison several times. In Kroonstad, I think it was. And the next time
they arrested him, they put him in Victoria Central and nobody ever
heard of him again. - That's the way it goes. It can happen, all right. - You mean it could
happen to you, say, for stealing my
wallet this morning? - Uh-uh, nothing happens
when I'm concentrating. - You're a dope taking
chances like that. How much money do you
think people carry around? - How's the chin? - Better. - Give. - You've got fingers
like an artist. - Mm-hm.
- Soft and smooth. - And in my business, I
have to keep them that way. And when they stay empty,
they get nervous, come on. - How did you get to
be a pickpocket anyway? - How did I get to
be a pickpocket? How did you get to
be what you are? - Don't get angry. - Don't ask stupid questions. Things happen, that's all. - I only ask because
I'm interested in you. - How much is it worth to you? - What are you pushing me for? - You came here to
buy, didn't you? - You're not going
to raise the ante by smearing my lipstick. - Why kiss me back? - Because I really like you. - How much did you bring, honey? - I don't want to
talk about it now. - How much? - 100. - Now you tell that commie
I want a decent return for that film and I
want it in cash tonight. - What time are
you talking about? - You tell me, you
people are supposed to know all the answers. This is 500, well,
it's still a drop in the bucket, doll baby. - Tell you what, I don't even-- - Come on, drop the act,
so you're a red, who cares? Your money's as good
as anybody else's. Now you get your
stern up that gangway and tell your old
lady what I want. - A red?
- Beat it. - You think I'm a red, me? - I don't think
anything, I know. I know what you're after
and I know what it's worth. - So help me, I don't know
what you're talking about. - You know all right. But what you don't know is
that when I lifted your wallet, I was pulled in by
the theft squad. You know how hard it is to
spot my fingers in action? It can't be done, but a guy
did, you know how he did it? He was watching you, and that bloke you were
supposed to pass the film to, you don't know anything
about him either, do you? He's still waiting,
he's itching for it. - Skip, the way I feel about
you, I wouldn't lie to you. You've got to believe me. - I gotta believe nobody. I'll do business with a red, but I don't have to believe
one. (loudly smacks) - I'm sorry, Skip, I--
- Get out of here! And tell your old
lady I'm shaking you
reds down for 25,000. That's the price, now get going. (upbeat retro jazz) - Me all over the place. What a lie he gave me,
and me falling for it. He took the whole 500
right out of my purse. Do you know what he wants? 25,000 rand! 25,000 rand for that film! Did you ever hear of
anything so crazy? You know why? You know what he told me? He's crazy, he said
I was a commie. Did you ever hear
of such a thing? Alright, so he wants
to shake you down, but to call me, you,
all of us commies. - Sit down. - And do you know
what else he told me? - Sit down! You should have taken
care of him yourself. - You know I couldn't
take the chance. - I know you're getting
paid to take them. - Security is not interested
in all this confusion. - I'm speaking our
security, not theirs. Delivery must be
made tomorrow night. - Get that film. - Joe, you can't do it. - Where does he live? - I know what kind of a
guy he is, he'll kill you. - Where does he live? - Even if you kill him, they'll
hang you, you know that. - I'll find him myself. - Alright, Joey, I'll tell you. 18 Chiappini Street, off
Somerset Road, in the basement. I didn't know who to talk to, I didn't know where to
go, which way to turn, I-- - Why didn't you go to the cops? - You think they'd
believe me if I told 'em I didn't know what
I was passing? Who would believe I was so
naive, so stupid, would you? Do you know what
they do to people who hand out government secrets? - Yeah. - So you've got to
promise me, Sam, when Joey asks you, please
don't tell him where Skip lives. - Well, how is this
Joey gonna ask me? I mean, he doesn't
even know where I live. - I told him. - Oh, well then
why isn't he here? - I gave him a phony
address for Skip. He's out looking for him now. - Geez, you better warn Skip. - He won't believe
a word I tell him. - So he's crawled under
your skin too, huh? He's shifty as smoke
but I love him. - You sold him out for 50 rand. - Listen, honey, they would've
caught him sooner or later. You see, it's like this, some people sell pineapples,
I sell information. These, nothin', whoever heard of a woman hawkin'
neckties anyway? But that way I stand out, right? So they can reach me in a hurry. Skip knows how I have
to live, he's not sore. Sure he gets hot under
the collar once in a while if I sell him short. - But you wouldn't
sell him to a commie? - A commie? Say, whaddya think
I am, an informer? (Candy loudly sobbing) (upbeat retro jazz) (door loudly knocking) (upbeat retro jazz) Thank you. Tea, right? Hey, Skip, stay away from that
shack of yours. There's a rat with a
gun lookin' for ya. - He won't have any
trouble finding me. Everybody in town
knows where I live. - Aw, come on, love. I didn't pinpoint you, honest. I gave the donkey four pickers, but that creep
that was with him, He's been in your
picture like a shot. - I see. - Confidentially, it
seemed like your kinda act. - How much did you
make on the deal, Sam? - Now, now, don't be sore. Listen, they woulda
caught up with ya in a couple hours anyway. All I did was chop
down the time a little. - Doing your civic duty. Who's gunning for me, Sam? - Say, what's with you anyway? Are you playing some kind
of music with the commies? - Are you waving the flag too? - Listen, I've known
you since you were a kid and I always thought you were
a regular kind of a crook. I certainly never
figured you for a louse. - Stop, you're
breaking my heart. - Even in our crummy business, you gotta draw the
line somewhere. Now, Skip, you know that,
that doll you took? She's all right, she stuck
her chin way out for you. I really think that
she's, that she's... - Hey, you all right? - Yeah, yeah. - You look tired. You better go home. Go on, beat it. - Okay. I really, I really think that broad's
fallin' for ya, Skip. Will ya stop using your hands
and start using your head? - See ya, Sam. (upbeat cheerful jazz) - Tie, mister, wanna buy a tie? - Hello, Sam. You're out late, aren't ya? - Ah, so it's you, huh? How's business? - I should ask you that. Hey, Sam, are you all right? - Sure, sure, I'm fine, fine,
I can out dance you anytime. - You look very tired,
can I do anything? - No, not a thing. See ya at Maxine's, huh? - Goodnight, Sam. (upbeat cheerful jazz) (Sam softly coughs) ♪ A small cafe, Mam'selle
("Mam'selle" by Frank Sinatra) ♪ A rendezvous, Mam'selle ♪ The violins were
warm and sweet ♪ ♪ And so were you, Mam'selle ♪ And as the night danced by ♪ A kiss became a sigh ♪ Your lovely eyes
seemed to sparkle ♪ ♪ Just like wine does
- What are you buyin', mister? - Name and address of
a pickpocket you sold to a girlfriend of mine. - Maybe I forgot. (orchestral interlude) - Here's 100, to remember. - You pant like a dog. - 500. - Wow, what's this
bloke made of, diamonds? - Just give me the answer. - Maybe it'll come to
me, in a couple of days. - Maybe you won't be
around in a couple of days. - Whaddya threatenin'
to do, blow off my head? Ask a silly question,
you get a dopey look. - Why are you
holding back on me? You'll sell anybody for buttons. - Could be, but not to
you, mister, not to you. - Listen, I'm
running out of time. - You haven't got a lot of time? When I came in here tonight, you saw an old
clock running down. I'm tired, I've had it. But close as I am
to a fancy funeral, it's not worth it if
I have to do business with drags, like you. I happen to know
what you're after. - What's that? - I happen to know that you
commies are after some film that doesn't belong to ya. - Maybe you just talked
yourself into an early grave. What else do you know? - What else do I
know about commies? Nothin' except I don't like 'em. ♪ A small cafe, Mam'selle Looks like I'm not going to get my shiny hearse,
after all, doesn't it? ♪ The violins were warm
Big man, aren't ya? Big strong, brave man
with a gun in your hand. Go on, show the world
how great ya are! You dirty low-down,
no good son of a-- (gun loudly fires) (record softly
skipping repeatedly) - Hold it. - Hey, what is this? - Put your hands
up, turn around. - Oh, the cops. For a minute there I
thought it was a stickup. - No weapon. - Of course not, I never
used a gun in my life. - Turn around,
hold your hands up. (cuffs softly click)
- Hey, wait a minute. - Lieutenant Lawrence,
Murder and Robbery Squad. - Murder and robbery? - Let's go. - Take it easy, will ya? You can't pull me in like
this, what's the charge? I got a right to know. - We're pulling every
picker in Sam's book. When'd you see her last? - You mean Sam got it? - Somebody shot her head off. - What? - Lieutenant? (police radio softly muffling)
- Captain Herrick! - Yeah?
- Hang onto him. - Sam was shot? (static drowns out
police radio voice) - Lieutenant Lawrence?
- Yes? - Sergeant Beukes
from Security Branch. Your driver just told you
what time it happened, Skip McCoy is not your man. - My orders are still
to bring him in. - I've been here the
whole time watching him. Have your commanding
officer check with Captain
Herrick of Security. - I'll do that. - Where is she? - At the government mortuary, but she won't be there for long. - What do you mean? - They have to hold onto her
till somebody claims her. - Well, who's gonna claim her? She'll complete the morning load to the pauper
section of Baltimore. - I understand, right. (static drowns out name)
- Yes? - Let 'em take
them off, let's go. (static drowns out
police radio voice) - Somebody's asking for one 193. - You got a clearance? - I've got a clearance form. - Alright, come in. - Sam Williams, what are
you gonna do with him? - I'm gonna bury her. ("Mam'selle" by Frank Sinatra) Thank you. - Skip? Sam's dead, she was shot
in the head last night. - It's in the paper. What are you doing here
without the cabbage? - I went to see her last night. I begged her not to tell
Joey where you lived. She wouldn't sell you, Skip. She really loved you. - Who's Joey? Your old lady? - You're not listening me. - Is Joey your old lady? - Yes, but I told her about
him, I knew he'd find her. - You think he did it. - I'm certain of it, he
was ordered to find you. I was there, I saw
him take the gun. Honest, Skip, I didn't
think he'd kill her. - Shut up! - It's my fault, I didn't know. - Honey, I'm sorry,
I didn't mean it. I'm thinking of Sam. She just never planned
to go that way. - I've been out all
night, walking the street. I didn't know where to go. And when I read about
it in the paper, I had to tell you about it, I had to tell you
how it happened. - All right, all right. - You've been so
wrong about me, Skip. I had nothing to do with it. - All right. I see the whole picture now. Where does he live? - He's got a gun. - I'll let the cops handle him. Where does he live? - 112 Queen Victoria
Street, flat 19. (soft brass jazz) - That's it, and he better
have that 25,000 ready. - Skip! Skip! Skip! - I'll see ya later.
- Skip! (door loudly clatters) Skip? Skip? Skip? (people softly chattering) - This way, please, Miss. - Are you the head
of the Theft Squad? - No, but if this has anything
to do with Skip McCoy... - Here's the film
you've been looking for, the film the commies wanted. Skip told me to bring it to you. - Skip told you?
- Yes. I came here in a cab. I think I ought to tell
you I was followed. - My apology. This film is marked all right. Do sit down there, please. Just relax and answer
a few questions. How did you contact Skip McCoy? - A lady called Sam. - Did your friends have
anything to do with her murder? - Yes. - You'd say that under oath? - I'll tell you everything
I know under oath. - Did you know what
was on that film when McCoy lifted
it from your purse? - Listen, Officer, I
didn't say anything about anybody lifting
anything from my purse. I came here to help you,
that's the way Skip wanted it. He's been fighting
something inside him, something decent
trying to crawl out. Oh, what's the difference
anyway why he sent me? I'm here with the
film, that's enough. - How long have you known
Joey was a communist agent? - I didn't know,
until Skip told me. I'm telling you the truth. - You do want to help us
fight communism, don't you? - That's why Skip
sent me, to help you. - What I'm going to ask you
to do might be dangerous. - I'm here, aren't I? - Go back to Joey with this film to carry out the original plan. Whether you make delivery
or Joey does doesn't matter. We'll jump when that film
passes to the man we want. Phone Joey and tell him
you've got the film. I told you, there's
a lot of difference between a traitor
and a pickpocket. - You wanna bet? - Hello, Joey, this is Candy. (smooth bass jazz) (smooth orchestral jazz) (doorbell loudly rings) (doorbell loudly rings) - Candy? Candy? - Joey? - Where are you? - I'm in the bath. Pour yourself some tea from
the table in the living room. - Come outta there. Did you hear me? I said, come outta there. Are you coming out or
am I coming in there? Candy! I told you to-- - Hey, can't you
give me a minute? What's the matter
with you anyway? - That phony address you
gave me, what's the idea? - I had to.
- Why? - 'Cause I didn't
want you to kill him. I didn't want you to hang. - Where have you been all night? - With him. - I'll get the truth out of
you if I have to beat you. What have you been up to? What are you trying
to pull on me? - Go on, beat me if
you don't believe me, but I've got the film. - How? He wanted 25,000 for it. How did you do it? How did you do it? - How do you think? It was your idea, wasn't it? Anything's proper
for the commies. - There's a frame missing. Are you in this with him? Where does he live,
where does he live? Where does he live?
(Candy loudly shrieking) (intense jazz music) - Stop it! (loudly crashes) (intense jazz music) (gun loudly fires) (light jazz music) - She's still alive,
get an ambulance. - He's in this
building somewhere. We'll cover every
floor, every staircase. - Sergeant Beukes
here, Security. Send an ambulance,
a woman's been shot. The address is 914 Beach
Road, flat number 83. And notify the Murder
and Robbery Squad. - He's not on the
roof nor down below. - Both of you check the broom
cupboards on every floor. - Gibbs! Gibbs! - Yes, Captain? - Can you hear me, Gibbs? - Yes, Captain,
he's not down here. - He could be in this cellar, can you see anything?
(sirens softly howling) - Nothing, you want
me to get a torch? I've got one in the car. - Hold it, hey! - Is there anything more to do? Sorry, Captain. Stop, you! (gun loudly fires) - What happened? - He came through a window,
looks like the second floor. - Let's get him! (soft bass jazz) (woman loudly screams) (soft bass jazz) - Gentlemen, you were called
together here this afternoon... Yes, Captain? - Gibbs didn't make it, sir. He died a few minutes ago. - What about the girl? - She's off the critical list. - We'll have a general's
alarm put into effect. The Go Squad and every squad
in the service is on this case. Photographs of the man
had been circulated right throughout the city. I want you officers
to inform your men that just as soon as
this Joey is recognized, he's to be followed,
no matter what happens. Then I want an arrest the
minute he passes that film. - Why are they taking so long? Are you sure they
went to find him? - There, there--
- Why are they taking so long? - You'd better calm
down, otherwise, you'll never get better.
- Please, call the police. Please, call the
police, go and see if he's coming, please!
(door softly knocking) (soft orchestral music) - You all right? - Joey found a frame missing. That's why I had to
tell you before he did. - I play everything smart. But you, clubbing me, taking that film. - Get rid of it,
Skip, get rid of it. I'm sorry I spoiled
your one big play. I know it sounds corny to you, but I'd rather have a live
pickpocket than a dead traitor. - And I'd rather have
you talk without a twist. - I told you, Skip, I
wouldn't lie to you. - Does Joey know where I live? - Your address was in my purse. That's why I wanted the cops
to get to you before he did. Please, Skip, don't
go back to your flat. - Did Joey kick your face? - Yes. - Why? - Because I wouldn't
tell him where you lived. (soft orchestral music) - Take a look around the deck. - Yeah. (foghorn softly howling) Nothing. - Funny he'd leave
his lights on here. That's if this is his place. - It's what the address gave. - You should've gotten
in touch with me earlier. - Couldn't take a chance
until they were off my back, I told you that. There was nothing
else I could do. - You haven't got
much time left. You'd better deliver
what you've got. - Maybe it'd better
if you turned it over. I'll wait here for McCoy. - You leave the car for me, so that doesn't
give you much time. And Joey? - Yes? - Tell him I'll meet
him at the airport with the other frame,
but not to wait. (smooth bass jazz) (smooth orchestral jazz) ("Mam'selle" by Frank Sinatra) (smooth orchestral jazz) - There's a frame
missing, Charlie. (dramatic orchestral jazz) (intense orchestral jazz) - What are you doing? (dramatic orchestral jazz) (intense orchestral jazz) (siren loudly howls) - Sergeant, there's another chap up on the second floor John, you'll like him even better. - Hello, du Plessis,
how's the donkey? Still cracking, huh? You know, I didn't
need an escort from the clink back
to this rat trap. It's too bad you couldn't
make that charge stick, huh? Let's have my release papers. Thanks a lot. Doll baby, you look
as good as new. Come on, let's get outta here. Well, aren't you even
gonna say goodbye? - Wait a minute. I had you right
where I wanted you, with a gun in your pocket. An absolute cinch for an
indeterminate sentence. - That's right, whaddya
gonna do about it? - You always will be at
two-cent purse snatcher. I give you 30 days before
I pick you up again with your hand in
someone else's pocket. - You wanna bet? (bright orchestral jazz)
