He better get that trunk out of there before it starts to leak.
Harry?
Look, look, Mr. Jefferies.
I thought Doyle would be here by the time the trunk left,
or I'd have called the police. Now we're gonna lose it.
- Hold everything. - Don't do anything foolish.
I'm just gonna get the name off that freight truck.
I'll keep an eye on the alley.
Long distance.
You didn't see the killing or the body. How do you know there was a murder?
Because everything this fellow's done has been suspicious:
Trips at night in the rain, knives and saws and trunks with rope,
and now this wife that isn't there any more.
I admit it all has a mysterious sound.
It could be any number of things. Murder's the least possible.
Doyle, don't tell me he's an unemployed magician,
amusing the neighborhood with his sleight of hand.
Don't tell me that.
It's too obvious and stupid a way to commit murder.
In full view of 50 windows?
Then sit there smoking a cigar, waiting for the police to pick him up.
Alright, officer, do your duty. Go over and pick him up.
Jeff, you've got a lot to learn about homicide.
Why, morons have committed murder so shrewdly,
it's taken a hundred trained police minds to catch them.
That salesman wouldn't just knock his wife off after dinner
and toss her in the trunk and put her in storage.
I'll bet it's been done.
Most everything's been done... under panic.
This is a thousand-to-one shot.
He's still sitting around the apartment. That man's not panicked.
You think I made all this up?
Well, I think you saw something
there's probably a very simple explanation for.
- For instance? - Wife took a trip.
His wife was sick in bed.
Yeah, so you told me.
Well, Jeff, I've got to run along.
I won't report this to the department. Let me poke into it a little on my own.
No sense in your getting a lot of ridiculous publicity.
Thank you.
We know the wife is gone, so I'll see if I can find out where.
Do that.
You had any headaches lately?
Not till you showed up.
It will wear off, along with the hallucinations.
See you around.
Get along.
He has a six months' lease.
Used up a little more than five and a half months of it.
He's quiet, drinks, but not to drunkenness.
Pays his bills promptly with money earned
as a costume jewelry salesman: wholesale.
Kept to himself. No neighbors got close to him or his wife.
Yeah, well, I think they missed their chance with her.
She never left the apartment, until yesterday morning.
- What time? - 6:00am.
6:00am.
I think that's about the time I fell asleep.
Too bad.
Thorwalds were leaving their apartment at just that time.
Feel a little foolish?
No, not yet.
- How's your wife? - Oh, she's fine.
Who said they left then?
- W-Who left where? - The Thorwalds, at 6:00am.
Oh, the building superintendent and two tenants.
Flat statements, no hesitation. They jived with the letter.
Thorwalds were on their way to the railroad station.
Well, now, Tom, how could anybody possibly guess that?
What, did they have signs on their luggage saying,
'Grand Central, or bust'?
The superintendent met Thorwald on his way back.
Thorwald told him that he'd put his wife on a train to the country.
I see. I'd say this is a pretty convenient guy, this superintendent.
Have you checked his bank statements lately?
- Huh? - Well, what good's his information?
It's a secondhand version of an unsupported story by the murderer.
Now did anybody actually see the wife get on the train?
I hate to remind you,
but this all started because you said she was murdered.
Now, did anyone, including you, actually see her murdered?
What are you doing?
Are you interested in solving this case or making me look foolish?
Well, if possible, both.
Then do a good job of it.
Go over there and search Thorwald's apartment.
It must be knee-deep in evidence.
I can't do that.
I don't mean right now, but when he goes out for a drink,
or a paper, or something. What he doesn't know won't hurt him.
I can't do that even if he isn't there.
What's he...
Does he have a courtesy card from the police department or something?
Now don't get me mad.
Not even a detective can walk into an apartment and search it.
If I were caught in there, they'd have my badge within ten minutes.
Make sure you don't get caught, that's all.
If you find something, you've got a murderer,
and they don't care about a couple of house rules.
If you don't find anything, the fellow's clear.
At the risk of sounding stuffy,
I'd like to remind you of the Constitution and the phrase,
'search warrant issued by a judge' who knows the Bill of Rights verbatim.
- He must ask for evidence. - Give him evidence.
Yeah, I can hear myself,
"Your Honor, I have a friend who's an amateur sleuth."
"The other night, after having a heavy dinner, he..."
He'd throw the New York State penal code in my face,
and there's six volumes.
By tomorrow morning there may not be any evidence left
over in that apartment, you know that.
It's a detective's nightmare.
What do you need before you can search?
Tell me now, what do you need?
Bloody footsteps leading up to the door?
One thing I don't need is heckling. You called me and asked for help.
Now you're behaving like a taxpayer.
How did we ever stand each other in that plane
for three years during the war?
I guess I'll go over to the railroad station
and check on Thorwald's story.
Oh, forget about the story.
Find the trunk. Mrs. Thorwald's in it.
Oh, I almost forgot.
There was a postcard in Thorwald's mailbox. It was...
mailed 3:30 yesterday afternoon from Merritsville.
That's 80 miles north of here.
Message went: 'Arrived OK.
Already feeling better. Love, Anna.'
Uh... is that, um...
Anna... Is that who I think it is?
- Mrs. Thorwald. - Uh-huh.
Oh, so anything you need, Jeff?
You might send me a good detective.
- Oh, by the way, where's the gin? - I'll get the gin.
Much faster, and swing the left arm up.
Try it again.
- "Hello? Yes?" - Hello, Miss Doyle?
This is Jeff again. Has Tom come in yet?
"Not yet, Jeff."
You mean you haven't even heard from him?
"Not a word. Is it something really important, Jeff?"
Yeah, I'm afraid it is.
"I'll have him call the moment I hear from him."
No, no, don't bother to do that.
Just have him get over here as soon as he can.
Looks like Thorwald's pulling out tonight.
- "Who's Thorwald?" - He'll know, he'll know.
And Thorwald's a man, don't worry.
- "Good night, you idiot." - Good night.
Long distance again.
There's somebody at the door.
- Hi. - Hello.
Hello.
- What'd you do to your hair? - Oh, I just -
Take a look at Thorwald. He's getting ready to pull out.
He doesn't seem to be in any hurry.
He's been laying out all his things on one of the beds:
Shirts, suits, coats, socks.
Even that alligator handbag his wife left on the bedpost.
He had it hidden in the dresser. At least, it was there.
He took it out, went to the telephone and made a long distance call.
He had his wife's jewelry in the handbag.
Seemed worried about it. Asked someone's advice over the phone.
Someone not his wife.
Well, I never saw him ask her for advice.
She volunteered plenty, but I never saw him ask her for any.
- I wonder where he's going. - I don't know.
- Suppose he doesn't come back? - He'll be back. His things are there.
- I guess it's safe to put on lights. - No, not yet!
OK, you can turn it on now. He must have gone someplace to the right.
All day long, I've been trying to keep my mind on my work.
- Thinking about Thorwald? - And you, and your friend, Doyle.
- Did you hear from him since he left? - Not a word.
He said he was gonna check the railroad station and the trunk.
He must be still at it.
Something on your mind?
- It doesn't make sense to me. - What doesn't?
Women aren't that unpredictable.
Hmm. Well, I can't guess what you're thinking.
A woman has a favorite handbag,
and it always hangs on her bedpost where she can get at it easily.
Then, all of a sudden, she goes away on a trip and leaves it behind. Why?
Because she didn't know she was going on a trip,
and where she's going, she wouldn't need the handbag.
Yes, but only her husband would know that.
And that jewelry - Women don't keep their jewelry in a purse
getting all twisted and scratched and tangled up.
Well, do they hide it in their husband's clothes?
They do not. And they don't leave it behind either.
Why, a woman going anywhere but the hospital
would always take make-up, perfume and jewelry.
Put that over there. That's inside stuff, huh?
It's basic equipment.
And you don't leave it behind in your husband's drawer
in your favorite handbag.
Well, I'm with you, sweetie. I'm with you.
Tom Doyle has a pat answer for that though.
That Mrs. Thorwald left at 6:00am yesterday with her husband?
According to those witnesses.
Well, I have a pat rebuttal for Mr. Doyle.
Couldn't have been Mrs. Thorwald, or I don't know women.
- What about the witnesses? - We'll agree they saw a woman,
but she was not Mrs. Thorwald.
- That is, not yet. - Is that so?
Come here.
I'd like to see your friend's face when we tell him.
He doesn't sound like much of a detective.
Oh, don't be too hard on him. He's a steady worker.
I sure wish he'd show up.
Don't rush him. We have all night.
- We have all what? - Night.
I'm going to stay with you.
Well, you'll have to clear that with my landlord.
I have the whole weekend off.
That's very nice, but I just have one bed.
If you say anything else, I'll... stay tomorrow night too.
I won't be able to give you any... pajamas.
You said I'll have to live out of one suitcase.
- I'll bet yours isn't this small. - This is a suitcase?
Well, a Mark Cross overnight case.
- Ooh. - Compact, but, uh... ample enough.
Looks like you packed in a hurry.
Look at this. Isn't that amazing?
I'll trade you... my feminine intuition for a bed for the night.
I'll go along with that.
There's that song again.
Where does a man get inspiration to write a song like that?
Well, he gets it from the landlady once a month.
It's utterly beautiful.
- I wish I could be creative. - Oh, sweetie, you are.
Y-Y-You have a great talent for creating difficult situations.
- I do? - Sure.
Like staying here all night uninvited.
Well, surprise is the most important element of attack.
Besides, you're not up on your private eye literature.
When they're in trouble, it's always their Girl Friday
that gets them out of it.
Is she the girl that saves them from the clutches
of the over-passionate daughters of the rich?
- The same. - That's the one, huh?
It's funny. He never ends up marrying her, does he?
- That's strange. - Weird.
Why don't I slip into something more comfortable?
By all means.
I mean, like the kitchen and make us some coffee.
Oh, and some brandy too, huh?
Harry.
- Jeff. - Hi.
What else have you got on this man Thorwald?
Enough to scare me you wouldn't show up in time and we'd lose him.
- Think he's getting out of here? - He's got everything he owns
laid out over there in the bedroom, waiting to be packed.
I'm just warming some brandy. Mr. Doyle, I presume?
Tom, this is Miss Lisa Fremont.
- How do you do? - We think Thorwald's guilty.
Careful, Tom.
- Hello. - Lieutenant Doyle.
Yeah, he's right here. For you.
- Hello. - Lieutenant Doyle, sir?
Speaking. Yeah.
Alright.
I see. Thank you... Goodbye.
Coffee will be ready soon.
Jeff, aren't you going to tell him about the jewelry?
Jewelry?
He's got his wife's jewelry hidden in his clothes in the bedroom there.
- You sure it belonged to his wife? - It was in her favorite handbag.
Mr. Doyle, that can only lead to one conclusion.
Namely?
That it was not Mrs. Thorwald that left with him yesterday morning.
You figured that out, eh?
It's simply that women don't leave their jewelry behind
when they go on a trip.
Come on, Tom. You don't really need any of this information, do you?
As a matter of fact, I don't.
Lars Thorwald is no more a murderer than I am.
You can explain everything that's going on over there?
No, and neither can you.
That's a secret, private world you're looking into out there.
People do a lot of things in private they couldn't do in public.
Like disposing of their wives?
Get that idea out of your mind. It'll only lead in the wrong direction.
What about the knife and the saw?
- Did you ever own a saw? - Well, at home in the garage I had -
How many people did you cut up with it?
Or with the couple hundred knives you've owned in your lifetime?
Your logic is backward.
You can't ignore the disappearance and the trunk and the jewelry.
I checked the railroad station. He bought a ticket.
Ten minutes later, he put his wife on the train.
Destination: Merritsville. The witnesses are that deep.
That might have been a woman, but it couldn't have been Mrs. Thorwald.
- That jewelry - - Look, Miss Fremont.
That feminine intuition stuff sells magazines
but in real life, it's still a fairy tale.
I don't know how many wasted years I've spent,
tracking down leads based on female intuition.
Alright! I take it you didn't find the trunk.
All this is from an old speech you made at the policemen's ball.
I found the trunk a half-hour after I left here.
I suppose it's normal for a man to tie up a trunk with heavy rope?
If the lock is broken, yes.
What did you find inside the trunk, a surly note to me?
Mrs. Thorwald's clothes;
clean, well-packed, not stylish, but presentable.
Didn't you take them off to the crime lab?
I sent them on their merry and legal way.
Why, when a woman is taking a simple, short trip,
does she take everything she owns?
Let's let the female psychology department handle that one.
I would say it looked as if she wasn't coming back.
That's what's known as a family problem.
If she wasn't coming back, why didn't he tell his landlord?
I'll tell you why he didn't tell his landlord,
because he was hiding something.
Do you tell your landlord everything?
Ah, I told you to be careful, Tom.
If I'd have been careful piloting that reconnaissance plane
you wouldn't have had the chance to take the pictures
that won you a medal, and a good job, and fame, and money.
What do you say, we all sit down and have a nice friendly drink.
Forget all about this.
We can tell lies about the good old days during the war.
You mean you're through with the case?
There is no case to be through with, Miss Fremont.
How about that drink?
Yeah, I guess you're right.
Well, I think I better get home and get some sleep.
Cheers.
I, uh... I'm not much of a snifter.
Oh, Jeff, if you need any more help...
consult the Yellow Pages in your telephone directory.
Oh, I love funny exiting lines.
- Who was that trunk addressed to? - Mrs. Anna Thorwald.
Then let's wait and find out who picks it up.
Oh, that phone call, I gave them your number.
- I hope you don't mind. - Depends on who they were.
The police at Merritsville.
They reported the trunk was just picked up...
by Mrs. Anna Thorwald.
Don't stay up too late.
- Look. - What?
Yeah, he's kind of young, isn't he?
What are you doing?
You know, much as I hate to give Thomas J Doyle too much credit,
he might have gotten ahold of something when he said
that was pretty private stuff going on out there.
I wonder if it's ethical to watch a man
with binoculars and a long-focus lens.
Do you...
Do you suppose it's ethical, even if you prove that he didn't commit a crime?
I'm not much on rear window ethics.
Of course, they can do the same thing to me,
watch me like a bug under a glass, if they want to.
Jeff, if someone came in here, they wouldn't believe what they'd see.
- What? - You and me with long faces,
plunged into despair because we find out a man didn't kill his wife.
We're two of the most frightening ghouls I've ever known.
You'd think we could be a bit happy that the poor woman is alive and well.
Whatever happened to that old saying, 'Love thy neighbor'?
You know, I think I'll start reviving that tomorrow.
Yeah, I'll begin with Miss Torso.
Not if I have to move into an apartment across the way...
and do the 'Dance of the Seven Veils' every hour.
Show's over for tonight.
Preview of coming attractions.
Did Mr. Doyle think I stole this case?
No, Lisa, I don't think he did.
- What do you think? - Well, uh...
- I will rephrase the question. - Thank you.
Do you like it?
- Yes, I like it. - Well -
What's the matter?
- Somebody's hurt? - It's the dog.
Something's happened to the dog.
Somebody fall out a window?
I think it's a dog.
It's dead. It's been strangled. Its neck is broken.
Which one of you did it?
Which one of you killed my dog?
You don't know the meaning of the word 'neighbors'.
Neighbors like each other,
speak to each other, care if anybody lives or dies!
But none of you do!
But I couldn't imagine any of you being so low
that you'd kill a helpless, friendly dog.
The only thing in this whole neighborhood who liked anybody!
did you kill him because he liked you? Just because he liked you?
Let's go inside.
- Come on. Let's go back in. - It's only a dog.
You know, for a minute, that Tom Doyle almost had me
convinced I was wrong.
- But you're not? - Look.
In the courtyard, only one person didn't come to the window. Look.
Why would Thorwald want to kill a little dog?
Because it knew too much?
You think this is worth waiting all day to see?
Is he cleaning house?
He's washing down the bathroom walls.
Hm, must have splattered a lot.
Well, why not? That's what we're all thinking.
He killed her in there, he has to clean up those stains.
Oh, Stella, your choice of words.
Nobody ever invented a polite word for a killing yet.
Lisa, back there on that shelf, there's a little yellow box, you see it?
- Top one? - Right on top, yeah.
And bring me the viewer there.
I just got a... These are about two weeks old.
I hope I took something else besides leg art. Now which one...
What are you looking for?
There's something, and if I'm right, I think I've solved a murder.
- Mrs. Thorwald? - No.
No, the dog.
Uh-huh. I think I know why Thorwald killed that dog.
Here, now you take a look. Tell me what you see.
Now take it down.
Now look again.
Now take it down. You see?
It's just a picture of the backyard -
But with one important change. One important change.
Those flowers in Thorwald's pet flower bed.
You mean where the dog was sniffing around?
Where the dog was digging. Now look at those flowers.
Look, those two yellow zinnias on this end
aren't as tall as they were.
Since when do flowers grow shorter in two weeks?
- There's something buried there. - Mrs. Thorwald.
You haven't spent much time around cemeteries, have you?
Mr. Thorwald could scarcely put his wife's body
in a plot of ground about one foot square.
Unless, of course, he put her in standing on end,
and then he wouldn't need a knife and saw.
No, my idea is she's scattered all over town.
- Leg in the East River - - Oh, Stella, please!
No, no, no. There's something in there.
Those flowers have been taken out and put back in.
- Maybe it's the knife and saw. - Yeah -
- Call Lieutenant Doyle. - No, let's wait.
Let's wait till it gets a little darker, and I'll go over there and dig them up.
You'll go? You won't dig anything up and get your neck broken.
No, no, we've...
We're not gonna call Doyle until I can produce Mrs. Thorwald's body.
What we've got to do is find a way to get into that apartment.
He's packing.
Uh-oh.
Here, get me a pencil.
Stella, get me some note paper. It's up here someplace.
There it is.
You did it, Thorwald. You did it.
- Look out, Lisa. He's coming. - You never should have let her do it.
- If he ever - - Look. Look. Look.
Thank heaven that's over.
- Alright if I have a drink? - Sure, go ahead.
There's no doubt about it. He's leaving. It's just a question of when.
Mind if I use that portable keyhole?
Go ahead, just as long as you tell me what you're looking at.
- I wonder... - Wonder what?
Miss Lonelyhearts just laid out something that looks like
rhodium tri-eckonal capsules.
- You can tell from here? - I've handled enough of those
to put everybody in Hackensack to sleep for the winter.
- Does she have enough of them to - - To make her rest easier -
Wasn't that close?
What was his reaction when he looked at the note?
It wasn't the kind of expression that would get him
a quick loan at the bank.
Jeff, the handbag!
Suppose Mrs. Thorwald's wedding ring
is among the jewelry he has in that handbag?
Now, during the phone conversation he held up three rings:
one with a diamond, one with a big stone of some sort,
and then just a plain gold band.
The last thing she would leave behind would be her wedding ring.
Stella, do you ever leave yours at home?
The only way anybody could get that ring would be to chop off my finger.
Let's go down and find out what's buried in the garden.
Why not? I've always wanted to meet Mrs. Thorwald.
- What are you two talking about - - You got a shovel?
Of course I don't have a shovel.
- There's probably one in the basement. - If you're squeamish, just don't look.
Squeamish? I'm not squeamish.
I just don't want you two to end up like that dog.
Oh, you know, Miss Fremont, he might just have something there.
Just hold on. Here, take this.
No sense taking any chances in this thing.
Here, give me the phone book.
What for?
Maybe I can get him out of that apartment.
We only need a few minutes.
I'll see if I can get about 15 minutes.
- How? - Thorwald.
Thorwald... Thorwald.
Chelsea 2-7099.
2-7099.
We scared him once, maybe we can scare him again.
I guess I'm using that word 'we' a little freely.
You're taking all the chances.
- Shall we vote him in, Stella? - Unanimously.
2-7099. Look out.
Chelsea.
Go on, pick it up, Thorwald.
Go on, you're curious.
You wonder if it's your girlfriend calling, the one you killed for.
Go on, pick it up.
- "Hello?" - Did you get my note?
Well, did you get it, Thorwald?
"Who are you?"
I'll give you a chance to find out.
Meet me in the bar at the Albert Hotel.
Do it right away.
- "Why should I?" - A little business meeting...
to settle the estate of your late wife.
"I... don't know what you mean."
Come on. Quit stalling, Thorwald,
or I'll hang up and call the police.
- "I only have $100." - That's a start.
I'm at the Albert now, I'll be looking for you.
Come on, Stella, let's go.
One of you keep an eye on this window.
If I see him coming back, I'll signal with a flashbulb.
"This is the Doyle residence."
Hello, this is L B Jefferies. I'm a friend of Mr. Doyle.
- Who's this? - "This is a babysitter."
Oh, uh... when do you expect them in?
"They went to dinner and maybe a nightclub."
I see, hm.
If he calls in, have him get in touch with L.B. Jefferies?
I might have quite a surprise for him.
"Well, do we have your number, Mr. Jefferies?"
- He has it. Good night. - "Good night."
Ah, Stella was wrong about Miss Lonelyhearts.
Lisa, what are you... Don't...
Don't...
Lisa, what are you doing? Don't go...
Li...
Come on, come on! Get out of there!
She said ring Thorwald's phone the second you see him come back.
We'll ring right now! Give her another minute.
Alright, fellows, let's try it once from the beginning.
Miss Lonelyhearts.
Oh, call the police!
- "Operator." - Get me the police, sixth precinct.
"Yes, sir."
Mr. Jefferies, the music stopped her.
What... Lisa!
Lisa!
"Precinct Six, Sergeant Allgood."
Hello. Look, a man is assaulting a woman at 125 West Ninth Street,
second floor, at the rear.
Make it fast!
- "Your name?" - L.B. Jefferies.
- "Phone number?" - Chelsea 2-5598
"Two minutes."
The door was open.
Oh...
- I told you... - Oh, no!
Let go of me! Jeff!
- Oh, no! - Jeff! Jeff!
Jeff!
Lisa!
Stella, what do we do?
- Jeff! Jeff! - Here they come.
What's she trying to do? Why doesn't she turn him in?
- She's a smart girl. - "Smart girl?" She'll be arrested.
It'll get her out of there, won't it?
Look, the wedding ring!
Turn off the light! He's seen us!
How long do you think he'll stay there?
Unless he's dumber than I think, he won't wait until his lease is up.
Get my billfold out of the drawer in the table there.
- What do you need money for? - I'm gonna bail Lisa out of jail.
You could leave her there till next Tuesday.
Then you could sneak safely away as planned.
- Yeah, let's see, $127. - How much do you need?
Well, this is first offence burglary, that's about $250.
- Lisa's handbag. - Yeah.
- How much does she have? - Fifty cents.
- Here, take this. - I got $20 or so in my purse.
What about the rest?
When those cops see Lisa, they'll even contribute.
Just a minute. Hurry up!
- Jefferies. - "What is it now?"
Doyle, I've got something really big for you.
"Why did I have to return your call?"
"Look! Don't louse up my night with another mad killer -"
Listen to me! Listen to me! Lisa's in jail. She got arrested.
- "Your Lisa?" - My Lisa.
Boy, you should have seen her. She got into Thorwald's apartment,
but then he came back and the only way I could get her out,
was call the police.
- "I told you -" - I know you told me.
She went in to get evidence, and she came out with evidence.
- "Like what?" - Like Mrs. Thorwald's wedding ring.
If that woman was alive, she'd be wearing that ring, right?
- "Hm. It's a possibility." - A 'possibility'? It's a fact.
He killed a dog last night
because the dog was scratching around in the garden. You know why?
Because he had something buried in that garden that the dog scented.
"Like an old ham bone?"
I don't know what pet names Thorwald had for his wife,
but I'll tell you this:
All those trips at night with that metal suitcase,
he wasn't taking out his possessions,
because his possessions are still up in the apartment.
'Do you think perhaps it was old 'ham bone?"'
And I'll tell you something else.
All the telephone calls he made were long distance, alright?
Now, if he called his wife long distance on the day she left,
after she arrived in Merritsville,
why did she write a card to him saying she arrived in Merritsville?
Why did she do that?
- "Where'd they take Lisa?" - Precinct six.
I sent somebody over with the bail money.
"Maybe you won't need it. I'll run it down, Jeff."
Alright. Hurry up, will you? This fellow knows he's being watched.
He's not gonna wait around forever. Hurry up.
"If that ring checks out, we'll give him an escort. So long, Jeff."
So long.
Hello, Tom.
I think Thorwald's left. I don't see...
Hello?
What do you want from me?
Your friend, the girl, could have turned me in. Why didn't she?
What is it you want, a lot of money? I don't have any money.
Say something.
Say something! Tell me what you want!
Can you get me that ring back?
- No. - Tell her to bring it back.
I can't. The police have it by now.
Lisa! Doyle!
What was that?
Look! Look over at that apartment! They're fighting!
Look, he's throwing him out the window!
Doyle!
Creele, give me your.38!
I'm sorry, Jeff. I got here as fast as I could.
Don't let anybody touch him. Get me a medical bag from upstairs.
Lisa, sweetie, if anything had happened to you -
- I'm alright. - Gee, I'm proud of you.
You got enough for a search warrant now?
Oh, yeah, sure.
- Lieutenant Doyle. - Yeah?
- Is he OK? - He's alive.
Thorwald's ready to take us on a tour of the East River.
Did he say what was buried in the flower bed?
Yeah. He said the dog got too inquisitive, so he dug it up.
It's in a hat box over in his apartment.
- Want to look? - No, thanks.
I don't want any part of her.
I hope it's gonna be a hit. This is the first release.
I'd love to hear it.
I can't tell you what this music has meant to me.
Oh, sweet little puppy,
don't jump. Let's try it again, puppy.
Stay still. Stay.
- Stanley! - Hello, baby.
My, look what the army's done for you!
The army's made me hungry.
What have you got in the icebox to eat?
Boy, it's good to be home.
If you had told me you'd quit your job,
we wouldn't have gotten married.
Oh, honey. Come on.