(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)
(BARKING CONTINUES)
Oh, shut up, Murphy.
(DOOR CLOSING)
(BARKING STOPS)
Is someone there?
(MEASURED BREATHING)
(BREATHING GROWS LOUDER)
(GASPS)
(MUFFLED SCREAMING)
(LABORED BREATHING)
I'm not going to hurt you.
No, no, no, no. I don't want to hurt you.
I just want to talk to you.
(GASPING BREATHS)
(MUFFLED) Your hand is...
(GASPING)
Now, nothing's going to happen...
unless you do something foolish.
Then I'll kill you.
I've already killed twice, so I won't hesitate to do it again.
Do we understand each other?
Good.
You've got a small waist.
Measurements...
34...
22...
(WHIMPERING) 35. right?
(WHEEZING LAUGH)
Oh, I know a lot about you, Miss Sherwood.
What do you want?
You.
I'll scream. Somebody will hear me.
This is a dead-end street...
You won't scream.
And I know what kind of a street this is.
(GASPS)
Why... Why don't we go in the house?
There's nobody home. Yes, I know.
Your sister's staying with a friend... Louella Hendricks.
206 Palo Alto Street.
She left at 7:23.
And you left for your party at 7:32.
You see?
I do know a good deal about you,
just about everything there is to know.
I think that we'd be more comfortable in the house.
And you could see what I look like.
No. No.
If you could identify me, you might be tempted.
That way, we'd both lose out.
You'd be dead,
and I'd be out a hundred thousand dollars.
A hundred thousand dollars?
That's the figure.
If you know so much about me, you know I don't have any money.
Of course you have.
You've got a whole bank full of it.
You've got me... pretty well cased.
Isn't that the word?
That's the word.
Now, your 16-year-old sister Toby...
goes to the George Washington high school.
Her present boyfriend, a lad named David,
picks her up for school just before you leave for work.
She has lunch at the school...
or at a place called the Hangout...
with some of her friends.
She's done at 3:15.
If Dave can't bring her back, she comes home by bus.
In any case, she's home by 4:00.
Now, that's an hour and a half she's by herself.
All by herself.
Your sister's a very attractive little girl.
What do you want me to do?
That's better.
It's very simple. When the time's right, you're going to rob a bank.
That's impossible. Not at all.
Now, I just wanted to meet you at close range tonight, so to speak.
But I'll be with you again.
And then I'll explain just what you're gonna do...
and how you're gonna do it.
If everything works out right and you don't cause any trouble,
I'll even cut you in for 20%.
Oh, you're very generous.
Don't provoke me, Kelly. Don't provoke me!
If you don't want the money, that's your affair.
But you've got no choice in this. You're gonna do as I say.
If you try to tell anybody or... notify the police,
I'll know it.
I'm not the only one watching you.
Is that clear?
All right. (WHIMPERS)
All right, Kelly.
Get in the car. (DOOR OPENS)
Look straight ahead, Kelly, and don't turn around.
Close the door.
Straight ahead, Kelly.
I haven't hurt you this time because I think you're going to cooperate.
But remember, one false move...
and I'll kill you.
Or I'll kill your sister.
Stay where you are for 10 minutes.
(GARAGE DOOR OPENS)
Good night, Kelly.
You'll hear from me again.
Oh!
(SOBBING)
Oh, God!
(SWITCHBOARD BUZZES)
F.B.I.
I'll connect you with an agent.
(PHONE BUZZES)
Yes? Yes, put her on.
This is Ripley speaking. May I have your name, please?
Your phone number? (PHONE CLATTERS)
Hello? Miss Sherwood?
(DIAL TONE BUZZING)
(HANDSET SETTLES IN CRADLE)
(MEASURED BREATHING)
(MOANS) Oh.
(GROANS)
I knew you'd try to call the police, Kelly.
(WHEEZING BREATH)
Now, I allowed you this one mistake because I wanted to teach you a lesson.
(WHEEZING BREATH)
I hope you've learned that lesson, Kelly.
Because next time,
I'll kill you for sure.
(GASPS)
You understand? (WHIMPERS)
(GROANING)
(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)
We'll phone all the Sherwoods in the book.
Here, you take San Francisco.
You take Marin County. I'll take Oakland.
What do we tell them?
Tell them we were talking to a Miss Sherwood and we got cut off.
Don't tell them who you are. If you don't get a lead, hang up fast.
Right.
She said someone was going to kill her?
Yeah. You know, she seemed to know what she was talking about.
(DOG BARKING)
(BARKING CONTINUES)
(RINGS)
(RINGING)
(MAN) Hello? Miss Sherwood?
Hello.
Hold it. Rip, got your party.
Sorry, I must have the wrong number. Mr. Ripley wants to talk to you.
Miss Sherwood?
No, uh... No, I haven't gone to bed yet.
I-I was just doing some things around the house.
Is somebody listening?
Well, I don't know. I'm not sure.
Inside the house? No.
- Outside? - Well, I...
I honestly don't know, but it...
it's certainly possible.
All right. You answer as best you can.
You say a man's going to kill you?
Yes, that's right.
He was there when the phone went dead?
Mm-hmm.
I see. Did he do anything to you?
Well, you...
You certainly...
certainly know all the answers.
Are you hurt? No, not really.
I'm used to those long hours at the bank.
She lives in Twin Peaks. Street's a dead end.
Is the address there 100 St. Germaine Street?
Yes.
- We'd like to come out there. - N-No.
Uh, no, Dick.
Uh, uh...
I tell you what, if you... If you find the lighter,
why don't you bring it to the bank tomorrow?
Is the bank in the downtown area?
Yes.
I found it, um,
around the corner on Post Street, around the corner from the bank.
Crocker-Anglo Bank? That's right.
All right, you're doing fine now.
Is anything going to happen to you or at the bank tonight?
Uh, no, I don't think so.
I still think we'd better come out there.
No! Absolutely not, Dick. It... It really isn't necessary.
You mean it might be putting you in some kind of danger, huh?
I knew you'd understand.
All right, I tell you what you do.
Leave the phone off the hook.
I'll arrange to keep the connection open all night.
Oh, that would be wonderful.
Thank you, Dick. Good night.
(PLUNGER CLATTERS)
Oh, Janie, get me the special agent...
and Captain Moreno of Bureau of Inspectors.
She says if we go out there, we might put her in danger.
It's a dead-end street, and if he's watching the house, then...
Let's stake out the bank as soon as we can.
Get me Sillenga, get me Ryan, get me Taylor.
Send a car out to St. Germaine. This spot right here.
Tell them to just take it easy and keep out of sight.
Are you there?
Yes, ma'am.
Car 10 in, please.
(POLICE RADIO) Car 10 in, please.
Car 10.
Nothing here. Just wanted to know if you're stationary
We're stationary, all right.
How's it going? Everything's quiet.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
♪♪ (CAR RADIO, JAZZ)
(HORN HONKS)
Oh, come on, Lou, why don't you come by the pool?
Who's gonna be there? Oh, you know. Everybody. All the kids.
It'll be kicks. Come on. Hi, Sis. ♪ (RADIO, CHORUS STATION JINGLE)
(DEEJAY) It's a beautiful day in San Francisco.
The high will be around 72 degrees...
with a bit of fog expected tonight.
(CHORUS) ♪ Now, how about a little music? ♪
♪♪ (CAR RADIO, POP)
(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)
Toby.
Uh, what are you doing after school today?
Why? I just want to know.
You want me to do something? No. I just want to know.
Uh-huh.
Now, Toby...
Sis, is something wrong?
No, I... I just didn't get much sleep last night.
Well, Dave said something about going over to the park.
And he'll bring you home? Sure.
Sis? What?
Look, I thought we had a deal, huh?
No secrets. Tell each other everything.
I'll tell you all about it tonight.
But now, Toby, I want you to promise me something.
I don't want you to be by yourself at any time today.
Do you understand that?
- Sounds pretty serious. - Well, it's not serious yet.
But it could be unless you do exactly as I say.
Now, if Dave gets you home before I get there,
I want you to sit in the car and wait with him, all right?
- Gee, Sis. - Toby, I'm going to be late.
Just trust me and do as I say, and I'll explain it all to you when I get home.
- All right. - Bye-bye. (KISSES)
Bye-bye.
Let's put a surveillance on the sister at the high school.
If he's threatening the older one, he may use the younger one as a lever.
Better keep it loose. Yes.
We can't run the risk of having the subject spot us.
But tell the agents to keep a close watch for a counter-surveillance.
You never know. He may be expecting something like this. Right.
What's the bank manager like? Fellow by the name of Burkhardt.
He's reliable. We've already checked him out.
All right. Let's take him into our confidence...
when we get all the information from the victim.
But no one else in the bank.
All right. I'll get over there right now.
Oh, Mr. Ripley. Yes?
There's a Miss Nancy Ashton waiting in the conference.
Nancy Ashton? Yes, she asked to see an agent.
I see. All right, thank you.
Miss Ashton?
I'm John Ripley.
How do you do, Mr. Ripley?
Won't you sit down?
Well, now what can I do for you?
I- Oh, I really...
Really, I shouldn't be taking up your time.
I have a very dear friend who's in trouble.
Thank you.
Oh, would you like one? No, thank you.
I...
I told my friend that I would do whatever I could to help,
and I said I was coming down here to F.B.I. to...
ask some questions.
I hope this isn't too much of an inconvenience for you.
I can't be too specific.
Suppose you tell me what you can.
Well,
she's gotten involved with a man,
and he's not...
He's a pretty terrible man really.
He's caused her a lot of trouble.
And I told her if she came down here and talked with you people...
Well, I mean...
Would she be prosecuted for something she couldn't help?
What kind of a crime, Miss Ashton?
It's a serious one.
Embezzlement? Extortion? Blackmail?
We're an investigative agency only, Miss Ashton.
We turn our facts over to the United States Attorney.
It's for him to decide.
You mean...
you couldn't... Make a deal?
No, Miss Ashton, we don't make deals.
No promises.
But I would suggest, if your friend really wants to make a break with this man,
she do it now before she becomes more involved.
If she has committed a crime, she'll be prosecuted, of course.
But then the jury will take into consideration any mitigating circumstances.
Thank you.
You've been very kind, Mr. Ripley.
I'll tell my friend.
I'd like to buy you a drink some evening.
I'll survive if you say no.
- No, I'm very flattered. - Mm.
But you're a very busy man and you don't have much time.
I understand.
Good-bye.
Good-bye, Miss Ashton.
(PHONE RINGS)
(WOMAN) This little chick comes on like a registered nurse.
We get about a block away from the house, and... Whammo!
Penny, I almost didn't get to work. Wow, what a miserable night.
You don't believe this baby-sitter. I mean, you don't believe her.
Hi, Kelly. Morning.
You look a little ragged around the edges.
I didn't get much sleep last night.
Miss Sherwood.
Yes, Mr. Burkhardt?
Would you please go into the conference room?
Yes, of course.
Miss Sherwood?
My name's Ripley.
I'm the agent who spoke to you on the phone last night.
Oh, yes, I'm glad to see you.
Why don't we sit down, hmm?
Is there something wrong?
No. It's just that every time I speak to somebody on the phone,
I get this sort of mental image of what they're supposed to look like.
Usually I'm wrong. Your case is no exception.
I guess everybody does that. Yeah, I guess they do.
Well, now about your problem.
Yes.
You know, I... I just can't believe it.
It's hard to adjust. I can't think.
Well, I'd be surprised if you reacted any other way.
You know, I didn't think he'd do anything violent.
I mean, he scared the wits out of me.
But for some reason, I didn't believe he was completely serious.
And then he comes in the house and catches me phoning you.
Now the first thing we need is a description of this man.
I don't know what he looks like. I never saw him.
That's going to make things a little difficult.
But I'd certainly recognize his voice. Yeah, what else?
Well, there's something wrong with his breathing.
What do you mean by that?
Well, it...
It sounded like, um, like asthmatic breathing.
My sister, Toby, had a mild asthmatic condition for about a year,
and it sounded like that... sort of... labored and wheezing.
What did he say?
That he wanted me to steal a hundred thousand dollars from the bank.
And that if I didn't,
he'd kill me and my sister.
He said he'd killed twice before, and he wouldn't hesitate to do it again.
He said that he's not the only one watching me,
that he would know my every move.
And...
And that...
if I contacted the police...
Did you drive your sister to school this morning?
Yes.
You tell her about this? No, but...
You see, Toby and I are very close,
and she's a very intuitive young lady.
She guessed something was wrong,
and I'm afraid I didn't manage to carry it off very well.
She knows it's serious, or it could be. She doesn't know what it is.
But I promised I'd tell her tonight.
No. No, I don't think you'd better. Suppose you let me tell her.
Besides, I want to give her some instructions.
All right.
Do... Do you think that it's... it's possible he...
that he knows you're involved?
No, I doubt it.
You see, we really can't tell until he tries to contact you.
If he does try to contact you, then he doesn't know.
And if he doesn't contact me?
You will be well protected.
- It's not going to be easy. - No, it's not.
As a matter of fact, it's going to get a lot tougher.
He's going to work on you and your sister...
until you just may decide to go along with him rather than us.
(DEEP BREATH) No. If I do this thing, I'll do it all the way.
You don't have to worry about anything like that.
Fine. But just remember this.
If he knows as much about you as he obviously does,
and he has a very definite plan, he's probably very clever.
And he knows it's going to take a lot to make you steal $100,000.
Now, he may institute a reign of terror...
that will make you agree to do almost anything.
You mean he'll try.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Good morning. Morning.
See you next week.
Miss Sherwood.
You have a phone call, a police lieutenant.
A police lieutenant?
He says it's important. Take it on your phone.
This is Miss Sherwood.
Hello, Miss Sherwood.
Yes?
You made a serious mistake, Kelly.
You talked with the police.
- No. No, I didn't. - Shut up!
What do you think, this is some kind of a game?
I'm going to teach you a lesson.
I think Toby would be interested in a man like me.
Oh, no! Please, please.
(SCREAMING)
(KIDS LAUGHING, CHATTERING)
Rat fink!
Whoo! Wow!
I don't like you.
You love me. Oh, I hate you!
Oh, come on. Come on now.
Come on, Dave. I love you too.
Come on.
(DAVID) Come on.
Oh.
(EXHALES, SIGHS)
Are you ready for this hair?
What's the matter with it?
It's wet. That's what's the matter with it.
So what?
So you haven't got any. It doesn't make any difference.
I feel like a Coke.
I'm broke. I'm not.
Crazy.
"Kelly, meet me at the Roaring 20's tomorrow night, 11:00."
Why didn't he just call her on the phone?
Well, he wanted her to know how close he was to her sister.
You know, if we just knew what we were looking for.
Tall? Short? Seventeen? Seventy?
A lot of people around that swimming pool.
Any one of them could have left that note.
Well, I'll get this off.
Maybe they can identify the type, the paper,
the ink, something.
I'll call Bill Varney over at the Roaring 20's.
(SWITCHBOARD BUZZING)
F.B.I.
One moment.
(BUZZES)
Yes?
(JANIE) I've got a Nancy Ashton on the line.
All right, put her on.
Hello, Mr. Ripley?
About that matter... my friend.
It's important that I see you, but I can't come to the office.
Um, well, look, I'm quite busy right now. Do you mind if I send another agent?
I'd prefer if it were you.
And believe me, Mr. Ripley, it's important.
It's just possible that... my friend's life is at stake.
All right. What's the address there?
2632 Larkin.
And please.
Come as soon as possible.
I can't help it. I'm frightened.
Be there in an hour.
Wonderful.
(DEEP BREATH) Oh...
Don't be shocked.
I work in my apartment, and I have a rather unusual occupation.
I'm fairly well conditioned to shock, Miss Ashton.
I'll see you in an hour.
Good-bye. (LINE CLICKS)
(NO SOUND)
(RINGS)
Yes? This is Ripley, Miss Sherwood
Oh, yes, hello.
We're just getting ready to go to bed.
- Everything all right? - Yeah, everything's fine.
I just talked to our agents up at your neighbors'.
Now, you get a good night's sleep. Don't worry.
Thank you. Good night. Goodnight
Who was that?
That was Mr. Ripley. Oh.
He's pretty interesting. You think so, huh?
Well, don't you? Yes, he is.
Uh, Kel. Hmm?
Do you think this phantom asthmatic really means it?
I mean, if you cross him, do you think he'll do something?
Yes, I think he really means it.
But Mr. Ripley and his men aren't going to let anything happen.
Well, what if they don't find out who the guy is?
Oh, they'll find out.
The F.B.I.'s a very efficient organization.
Yeah, but in time, I mean.
Suppose you meet the guy tomorrow night, and he says,
"Okay, Kelly. Tomorrow morning, you steal that hundred thousand dollars."
I said the F.B.I.'s an efficient organization, not Kelly Sherwood.
I just follow instructions and do what they tell me.
Just like you're going to do.
Sure.
That's why you can't forget for one minute.
I mean, one mistake, one slip... (PHONE RINGS)
(RINGING CONTINUES)
Hello?
(MEASURED BREATHING)
Hello? Hello?
Who was it? I don't know.
It was him. I don't know.
Well, what did he say? He didn't say anything.
We just had a phone call. I guess you heard it.
We're going to bed now.
I left the porch light on like you told me.
Control, this is unit two.
Victim just checked in, going to bed.
She just got a call. Might have been suspect.
Otherwise, everything okay here.
(DOORBELL BUZZES)
Miss Ashton.
Miss Ashton?
(SCOFFS)
What kind of a place is this?
She said she had an unusual occupation.
I guess she repairs or makes mannequins or something.
Well, look, old friend,
if she decided to break the date, I think we'd better get the...
- There's nobody here. - I think you're wrong.
Is that Nancy Ashton? Yes.
Then I'll call the Bureau of Inspectors.
What's going on here? Who are you?
I happen to own this building. Who are you?
Captain Moreno, please.
F.B.I.? F.B.I.
Hello, Frank. This is Owen Bradley. I'm with Ripley.
Listen, we've got a homicide for you.
Homicide?
That's right.
(SIREN WAILING)
I don't know. I... I don't know.
I was coming home and I saw the door was open...
and the man was here and the other one on the phone,
and... I don't know.
All right, Mr. Cutter.
You'd better go to your apartment and take it easy.
Yes.
She was obviously strangled before she was hanged.
Dead about an hour.
That's all I can tell you right now. Excuse me.
There obviously wasn't any girlfriend.
She was probably gonna tell me that tonight. She made up her mind too late.
This got anything to do with the Sherwood case?
No, I don't think so. Why?
Just wondered. I got a call last night.
We've got an informant named Jim Durgs.
Everybody calls him Popcorn.
I don't guess you can really call him a stool pigeon.
He considers himself a newspaperman.
Circulates around the crumb joints, picks up a little news here and there.
He'll sell it to us for five or 10 bucks.
You mean he knows about the Sherwood case?
Mm-hmm. And I just wondered, one thing right after the other,
there might be some connection.
Rip? Hmm?
This was in one of her purses.
Well, I was wrong. There is a connection.
♪♪ (SILENT MOVIE SCORE)
(AUDIENCE LAUGHING)
(LAUGHTER CONTINUES)
(LAUGHTER CONTINUES, MUFFLED)
Evening, Captain.
I've got a new partner. This is Mr. Ripley.
I'm glad to know you, Mr. Ripley.
You're new, aren't you?
Nah, he's been at it quite a while.
I hear you haven't been feeling too good.
Oh.
Doctor says if I was a building, he'd condemn me.
What have you got on the bank job?
- Oh, about 15 dollars' worth. - All right.
Well, I don't know who the guy is that's gonna pull the job,
but he's got a friend, and this friend uses a phone that I got staked out.
- Where is the phone? - I'd rather not say, sir.
Go on.
The guy wanted his friend to do something. I don't know what.
And the friend asked if there's gonna be a killin',
and the guy said there might be.
Near as I could get the name, the victim was Sherwood.
Miss Sherwood, the friend called her.
And sure enough, he was going to do away with her.
Not now, but later.
How much later? It was all very vague, sir.
This friend, what does he look like?
Oh, I just got a spot where I can listen. I never see him.
Look, I want to know where that phone is.
The captain and I... Don't give me...
The captain and I have an agreement.
I just supply the information, not the source, right, Captain?
That's the agreement.
All right, if there is a killing, it's gonna to be right on your head.
I know that, sir. Yeah.
You think you'll hear any more?
Yeah, I think so.
You be sure to call me?
Soon as I hear anything. Thanks.
Nice meeting you, Mr. Ripley. Good night, gentlemen.
(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)
Think we ought to put a tail on him?
He'd spot it. I've tried it before.
He spots it every time.
A very unique character.
Has kind of a built-in radar. Yeah.
Has his own peculiar set of rules.
You play the game his way, or you don't play it at all.
And in this case,
I think it would be better for Miss Sherwood if we kept the faith.
Yeah, I guess so.
(CLOCK TICKING) (MEASURED BREATHING)
(ALARM RINGS)
(YAWNS)
(WHEEZING)
(GASPING BREATHS)
(DEEP BREATHS)
(WHEEZING SUBSIDES)
(DIALING PHONE)
(PHONE RINGS)
(RINGING CONTINUES)
Hello? Good morning, Kelly.
Did I wake you up? Yes. What do you want?
I don't like the way you're talking, Kelly.
I'm giving you 20% of a hundred thousand dollars.
You can afford to talk a little nicer.
I'm not awake yet. That's better
I'm calling to reconfirm our appointment tonight.
11:00.
I'll be there.
I hope so.
Because if you're not,
I'll just have to contact your little sister.
You understand?
Now one word of warning.
We've got a woman's life in jeopardy tonight.
We hope there won't be any shooting.
But if there is, think before you make a move.
I know these things move awfully fast sometimes,
but we can't afford any mistakes.
Well, that's about it, except for the layout.
It's all yours, Rip.
All right, we're placing four men in the club.
There'll be two on the upper floor, two on the lower floor.
Of course, we don't know if he'll contact you on the lower floor...
or, perhaps, the upper floor.
Matter of fact, you might not even see him.
He may send somebody with instructions about the money,
telling you to meet him somewhere else.
But there's one thing you must remember now.
If you do contact him, we will not move in and take him...
until you're a safe distance away, okay?
You know I had another phone call this morning?
Yes, I know.
Do you think he really might try something with Toby?
Well, you know, I'd like to say no,
but there's no way of telling until we know the man.
You know, I really believe he knows I've been talking to you.
Nah, he's just guessing.
He took a calculated risk that you'd come to the police.
He figures if he says he does know, you might panic and you might admit it.
That's all.
I hope you're right. Yeah.
You know something? I don't think it matters whether I'm right or wrong.
This fellow figures that he's got a plan so clever...
that it doesn't make any difference what you do.
You know?
(POUNDS TABLE) Damn!
Miss Sherwood,
I wish there was something I could do to make things easy.
You're doing everything you can. I'm just scared.
Please, just don't worry, huh?
We'll be close by all the time.
And everything is going to be all right.
Yeah. (DEEP BREATH)
(ALARM RINGING) (BAND, "CAMPTOWN RACES")
(PEOPLE CHATTERING, LAUGHING)
♪♪ (CONTINUES, MUFFLED)
Victim is parking car, gas station.
Subject's entering the club now.
♪♪ (CONTINUES)
May I take your coat?
Oh, no, thank you. I'm just waiting for someone.
♪♪ (ENDS) (APPLAUSE)
♪♪ ("WHEN THE SAINTS GO MARCHING IN")
(PEOPLE CHATTERING, LAUGHING)
♪ When the saints go marching in ♪
♪ Lord, how I want to be in that number ♪
♪ When the saints go marching in ♪
♪♪ (CONTINUES, INDISTINCT)
(NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE)
♪♪ (CONTINUES, MUFFLED)
Can I help you?
Oh, well, I'm supposed to meet someone.
Well, I think there's some room at the bar.
Well, is there a table?
No, I'm sorry. We're all filled up right now.
Oh, well, then I guess I'll wait at the bar.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING, LAUGHING)
Uh, just ginger ale, please.
Scotch.
(AIR GUN SHOTS)
(METAL TARGET CLANGS)
(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)
(TARGETS CLANG)
(ENGINE REVS, TIRES SCREECH)
The yellow convertible, please.
Hello.
Are you looking for someone?
Yes.
Well, I could be that someone.
Well, are you?
Yes.
Come on. My car's parked just over there.
Can't we talk right here?
Here?
All right.
(CAR DOOR CLOSES, ENGINE STARTS)
It's a blue '59 Ford. License number RCD022.
Where are we going?
We'll drive somewhere down by the ocean.
What are you sitting way over there for?
(PATS SEAT) Come on over here.
Well, come on. No!
What do you mean no?
I thought this was supposed to be business.
Okay. If that's the way you want it.
The way I want it?
Look, what is it with you?
You did call me?
Call you? (SCOFFS)
Honey, I don't know what gives with you, but I didn't call you.
You mean this wasn't prearranged? Nobody told you to meet me?
No.
I just walked into that club, and...
there you were.
Oh, my God!
Oh, there... there's been a mistake.
I was supposed to meet someone else. Oh?
Please, let me out. Someone else, huh?
Yes, I give you my word. All right, honey.
So you met me instead. What's the difference?
Come on. No!
Look out!
(AIR HORN BLASTS)
(BRAKES SQUEALING)
Let me go!
(BRAKES SQUEAL)
(BRADLEY) Hold it! Hold it!
(PHONE RINGS)
(KELLY) Hello?
You dirty little double-crossing...
Now you shut up and listen to me.
I didn't know that man. I never saw him before in my life.
How was I supposed to know it wasn't you? I've never seen you.
He picked me up because I was standing around...
looking like I wanted to be picked up.
You're a lying little...
Why didn't you come out of your hole and get me?
Why did you let me stand around and... and... and get picked up like a prostitute?
I did exactly what you told me to do.
I said I'd work with you and I will, but only if you keep your part of the bargain.
I was nearly killed tonight!
It wasn't my fault.
So now what do we do?
Hello? Hello?
You know what I think, Kelly?
I think that man you met tonight was a cop.
A cop? That makes a lot of sense, doesn't it?
(LINE CLICKS) Hello?
(HANDSET SLAMS)
(VOICE QUAVERING) Oh, Kel.
(CRYING) Oh!
(TELETYPE CLATTERING)
(RIPLEY) You remember we recorded the phone conversations
between the subject and the victim. We sent those tapes to Washington,
and they kept going through the backgrounds of wanted men...
until they found one with an asthmatic history.
His name is Garland Lynch. Has an alias of Red Lynch.
We'll pass out I.O.'s to all of you.
You'll note that he has convictions for statutory rape, forgery,
criminal assault, armed robbery and murder.
He's wanted now for the slaying of an Oklahoma City bank teller...
Bertha Meyers, age 24, who was murdered in her apartment.
Since she was a bank teller, it might be reasonable to assume...
that the subject was trying to force her to work with him...
in a crime similar to the one he's attempting to perpetrate here.
And when she refused, or something went wrong,
he murdered her.
Washington reports Garland Humphrey Lynch...
is fond of movies, nightclubs, fishing, amusement parks,
and he frequently establishes liaisons with women of Oriental descent.
We'll divide all these phases up between us...
and cover every nightclub and movie theater and so on in the Bay area.
(TROLLEY BELL CLANGING)
(NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE)
♪♪ (BAND, MODERN JAZZ)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(SHIP HORN BLOWING)
(DINERS CHATTERING)
That's good food you have here. Thank you, sir.
Did you ever see this man before?
No, sir. I don't recognize him.
May I see the manager, please? Certainly.
Now, you're not gonna find him in there.
(CHUCKLES)
(SHOUTS)
(CHATTERING) (SHOUTING, GRUNTING)
I wonder if you'd ask the others if they've seen this man?
I'll be glad to.
(GRUNTS)
(BELL TOLLING)
Good afternoon.
Father, my name is Ripley. I'm with the F.B.I.
I wonder if you could help us.
Have you ever seen this man before?
Yes. I've seen him many times with one of my parishioners,
Lisa Soong.
- Miss Soong? - Yes?
We're from the F.B.I.
This is Agent Bradley, I'm Ripley.
Come in, please.
Thank you.
Please sit down.
Now, Miss Soong, I must ask that you...
to keep this visit of ours in the strictest of confidence.
Yes, of course.
I understand you know a man by the name of Red Lynch.
Do Wu?
No.
Perhaps you know him under a different name.
No.
We're looking for this man on a murder charge.
He killed a woman just about your age.
She had a year-old baby.
I want to talk to my lawyer.
Of course.
He's a neighbor. He lives across the street.
We'll wait, if you don't mind.
Please do.
Benson? Lisa.
(SPEAKING CHINESE LANGUAGE)
He's coming up.
Now I'll prepare tea if I may leave the room.
(SPEAKING CHINESE LANGUAGE)
You're not involved in anything wrong, are you, Lisa?
No, Benson.
If you are, even innocently, I'd advise you not to talk.
I am telling the truth.
Then you must cooperate with these gentlemen.
I'll take that. Thank you.
I'm sorry, I was terribly frightened.
That's all right. We understand.
Then you do now him? Yes.
Then perhaps you can tell us where he lives, where we can find him.
I don't know. Lisa.
I don't. You'll just have to believe me.
We dated a few times. That's all.
When was the last time you saw him?
A week ago Saturday.
We had dinner and went to a movie.
- You haven't heard from him since? - No.
Sometimes I don't for a month or so.
He's out of town a great deal.
How did you first meet him? Where?
It was at the drugstore.
He used to come in, and we'd talk.
He seemed all right, so I went out to dinner with him.
That was about two years ago.
You dated him only a few times in two years?
That's right.
- (BRADLEY) He tell you where he lived? - No.
- (RIPLEY) He didn't even mention it? - He never mentioned.
Miss Soong,
if your relationship with this man was as casual as you say,
I don't understand your apparent hostility.
I've told you everything I know.
Thank you.
You know, this man has killed three people,
and he's going to go on killing until we find him.
Good night.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Lisa, if you do know something you're not telling,
you'll be guilty of being an accessory.
I'll be talking with you.
(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)
Mm-hmm. All right, thanks, Captain. I'll pass it on to Rip.
(DOOR OPENS)
Chuck.
I was just talking to Moreno. Yeah?
They showed the subject's photograph to Nancy's Ashton's landlord.
He recognized Lynch.
Said he'd seen him visiting Nancy Ashton on a couple of occasions.
Did he say anything else?
No, he only saw him, never talked to him.
Didn't know who he was until he saw the photograph.
You know, judging from this guy's women, he's quite an operator.
Obviously, what has happened is he's
involved Nancy Ashton in the Sherwood case.
She got frightened, and then he killed her just like that.
Besides, he probably knows she tried to contact us.
I'll make a bet Miss Soong tells him we been around.
Stupid woman. How can she protect a man like that? Will you tell me?
Well, she could be scared.
You'll admit Mr. Lynch is a very capable fellow when it comes to scaring people.
All right, so she's scared. There's more to it than that.
Maybe the lady's in love.
What are you talking about? In love?
How can anybody be in love with a man that's just killed three women?
Now he's threatening to do it again.
If she is in love with him, she didn't know about him.
(SCOFFS) Now she knows.
It's not easy being in love one minute...
and the next find out the man's a murderer.
It's a pretty big adjustment.
I'll make a bet with you. I'll bet she's not just in love with him,
and I'll bet she's not just scared.
(BUS DEPARTS)
Subject just entered the Kaiser Foundation.
(BELL DINGING)
Hello, Joey. Hello.
- Where's your mother? - She went to phone.
I'll go see if I can find her.
There's a phone in the visitors' room at the end of the hall.
Thank you.
Joey, this is Mr. Ripley.
Hello, son. Hello.
Joey was born without a hip socket, so we gave him one.
Other boys have ordinary, old-fashioned ones,
but Joey's is brand-new plastic.
Well, now isn't that something, huh?
Well, I have to get back to work. I'll leave you two men alone.
Are you a doctor?
No. No, I'm from the F.B.I., son.
Here, I'll show you. See this?
Are you a G-man? That's right.
You don't look like a G-man.
Oh, I don't? Well. Well, I am one.
Honest?
Honest.
Uh, you been in the hospital long, Joey?
I don't know. Yeah.
Well, I suppose you have a whole lot of visitors, huh?
My mommy comes to see me.
My mommy comes to see me every night.
You have a gun?
Uh, yes. Yeah, I have a gun.
- Can I see it? - Oh, I can't.
We're not supposed to show the gun, Joey.
It's loaded, and loaded guns are very dangerous.
I know, but couldn't I just see it, please?
Well, I don't suppose it'll do any harm to show you.
Okay?
Does your father come to see you, Joey?
I don't have a father.
Did you ever shoot anybody? Oh, no.
- How come? - Oh, never had any reason to.
Uh, who else comes to see you, Joey?
Only Uncle Red.
Do you know Uncle Red? Yeah, I know him.
Mommy, he's a G-man!
Yes, I know, dear.
He's got a gun and everything, but he's never shot anybody.
I have to talk with Mr. Ripley. Then I'll be right back.
Now, it's late, and you've got to try and get some sleep.
Would you mind coming out to the hall?
(JOEY) Will you come back?
Yes, I'll be back, son. You get some sleep now.
Okay.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
Now you get out of here.
I don't ever want to see you around my son again.
I'm sorry, but I have a job to do. A job?
What kind of a job when you have to sneak around...
and interrogate a six-year-old child?
Look, I have to catch a man who's killed three women.
That is not true.
It is true, and you know it.
Now, in order to catch Red Lynch,
if I have to interrogate Joey, I'll do it anytime it's necessary.
Did you know he paid the bills?
Thousands and thousands of dollars. Did you know that?
Yes, Red Lynch, the man you said is a killer.
Why, I can't even begin to tell you the things he's done for my son.
The kindness, the affection.
He's like a father to Joey.
- Come on, now... - No! You can go straight to hell.
Look, we can't let a murderer go loose just because he's been kind to your son.
Well, you'll get no help from me.
All right.
But you think about this.
If you don't help us find Red Lynch,
somewhere, sometime, a woman is going to die because of you.
Now, how do you think your Joey's gonna feel about that?
I don't know who she was calling. She hung up just as I got there.
(CRYING)
Why are you crying, Mommy?
It's nothing, dear. Go to sleep.
(WINDING)
♪♪ (TINKLING, "BRAHMS'S LULLABY")
(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)
♪♪ (ENDS)
(NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(LABORED BREATHING)
Hello, Kelly.
(GASPS, WHIMPERS)
(WHIMPERS)
I don't have much time.
You take the money Friday afternoon,
put it in your purse and just walk out.
Go straight home, and I'll get in touch with you.
Is that clear?
And... And you'll call me as soon as I get home?
I didn't say when.
You just stay put.
And don't get any ideas,
or you'll regret it.
(GASPS)
Excuse me.
- Do you feel all right? - Oh, sure.
He knows this bank.
Knows she'd have access to this kind of money only on Fridays...
when the big commercial accounts bring their deposits in...
so they won't be caught with a lot of cash over the weekend.
Does the bank ever examine purses?
What's the point?
If somebody wanted to embezzle, he could find a way.
Miss Sherwood.
I was just telling Mr. Ripley,
I was talking to the trustees,
and they appreciate your cooperation in this matter.
And when it's over, they'll see you get a promotion.
That'll be nice.
Now, about the money.
I'd let her have it if I were handling the matter,
but I'm not.
And a hundred thousand! If it got away from us...
No. No, I wouldn't want that responsibility.
Could we make up a dummy package?
Yeah, we'll take care of that situation when we get to it.
Look, I know you don't want to say it, but I know very well...
he's going to keep me until he examines that money.
And if it's fake...
But even if it's real, he's not gonna let me go.
Well, that's not necessarily so.
Look, we've got 28 hours before the bank closes tomorrow.
In the meantime, we'll just wait for a break, huh?
Well, if there's nothing else you want me for?
(RIPLEY) No. Thank you very much.
If there's anything, Miss Sherwood. Anything at all.
Thank you, Mr. Burkhardt.
Well, as I always say, you meet the strangest people in the ladies' room.
Yeah, I guess so.
You'll have to brief me about tomorrow.
Well, suppose we wait until tomorrow, hmm?
Do you think we have a chance?
Yes.
Now, I want you to do something for me.
I want you to take Toby swimming today after work.
If she wants to bring her boyfriend along, fine, that's all right.
Whatever you say.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING, LAUGHING) ♪♪ (P.A., POP)
(WATER SPLASHING)
Afternoon, Mr. Ripley.
Well, I'm glad you could make it.
Come here. I want to show you something. All right.
Captain Moreno says you might have a big story tonight.
That's right. Yes, sir.
He also said that you might not sell it to us.
Well, you do have a little competition.
Hmm. The newspapers, huh? Well, I'd rather not say, sir.
There are certain ethics involved.
- You understand. - Yes.
But you know something, Popcorn?
I've known a lot of newspapermen in my time... good ones, bad ones.
The good ones, they're the ones with ethics.
Yes, sir.
I've yet to meet a good reporter whose only concern was getting a story...
and keeping that source secret.
Well what else would he be concerned with?
Well, the people involved in the story,
the effect that story might have on their lives.
Oh.
Now, take a look over there, Popcorn.
See at the end of the pool, that girl in the green bathing suit?
The attractive one. The one with the brown hair.
Yes, sir. Well, that's Kelly Sherwood.
That girl with her, that's her younger sister, Toby.
And by this time Saturday,
Kelly Sherwood may be dead.
That is, if Red Lynch's plans work out.
As a matter of fact, she might be dead before Saturday...
if the story gets to the newspapers and he figures that she's double-crossed him.
And if he doesn't get her, he'll go after the sister.
I just wanted you to see what they look like. That's all.
You're asking me to suppress a news story.
I'm not asking you to do anything.
(BUZZING)
F.B.I.
One moment.
(BUZZES)
Yes?
I've got a call. Says he wants to talk to an agent.
All right, I'll take it.
This is Agent Ripley speaking.
I've got some information to give you about one of your cases.
(SNAPPING FINGERS)
Trace Ripley's call. What's your name, please?
My name won't help you. This doesn't concern me.
Well, uh, what's it about then?
It's the, uh, Sherwood matter.
Sherwood? Yes, that's right.
Well, I'm afraid I don't know the name.
Uh, what sort of case is it?
She's being threatened.
Miss Kelly Sherwood.
I don't think I know anything about it. Perhaps...
if you give me some more information...
Well, maybe I was wrong.
I tell you, if we were handling the case,
I'm quite sure that I'd know the name.
I tell you...
Yeah?
Thanks. Not enough time.
I knew it was him the minute I heard his voice.
And if I could've just kept him talking. Just...
We just got a report.
There's a heavy fog rolling in on Glenbrook Avenue.
Now it's getting so thick down here, I can hardly see the front of the house.
Hold it. There's a car in the vicinity.
It's stopping in front of the victim's house now.
All right, who are you?
Who am I?
I'm Smokey the Bear.
Who the hell are you?
(BUZZES) Control, this 13 Colby.
Yeah, Colby, come in.
We have a drunk up here. Can you send the local police up?
(LAUGHS) Roger.
Evening, Mr. Ripley.
Hello, Popcorn.
I'm afraid I'm not a very good newspaperman.
I've been doing some thinking.
This one's on the house. Costs you nothing.
It's for the girls.
I'm going to show you where the phone is.
The phone that Lynch uses? Oh, no, a friend of his.
I don't know who he is. I don't know his name.
But, he's making arrangements to get Mr. Lynch out of the country.
Air tickets, forged passports, health certificates, all that.
Every night at midnight, Mr. Lynch calls him.
Follow me.
(PHONE RINGS)
(RINGING)
(DOOR OPENS)
(FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS)
Don Shoemaker. He's a runner.
Was a runner.
Errand boy for anyone who had the price of a fix.
Too bad he's dead.
Well, I had no other choice.
And it's too bad about Popcorn.
(CAPTAIN) Bound to happen.
Can't be that kind of businessman and expect to live forever.
(RIPLEY) Hiya, Joey...
How are you doing there, boy? Swell.
Miss Soong.
I'd like to talk to him.
And I don't have anything to say about it?
Oh, on the contrary. I'd much rather talk to you.
I said everything I had to say last night.
All right.
Joey, I'd like to talk to your Uncle Red.
You want to see him?
Yes. Do you know where I might find him?
Where does he live, Mama?
I've told Mr. Ripley I don't know.
Joey, does he ever send you toys?
He sent me a big tiger.
When was that?
On my birthday. When is your birthday, Joey?
July 26. I'm six years old.
Well, now, you're quite a fella, aren't you?
When was the last time Uncle Red came to see you?
On my birthday.
Did he say when he'd be back?
Did he ever write you a letter Joey?
Why doesn't he write me, Mama?
I asked him special last time.
He's busy.
See you tonight, pumpkin. I've got a surprise for you.
So long, Joey. I'll be seeing you. So long.
♪♪ (P.A., POP) (KIDS CHATTERING)
Hey. Why don't you get that seat.
(RINGS)
Hangout. (LYNCH) Is Toby Sherwood there?
Who? Toby Sherwood
just a minute and I'll see.
Toby Sherwood! Toby Sherwood!
That's me. Yeah.
Hello?
This is a friend of your sister's.
We've got a business deal together. Did she tell you?
What? A friend of yours sister's.
She's been shot. She's been what?
She's been shot.
It was an accident, but she's bleeding badly...
and somebody's got to get her to a hospital, so you better hurry
I'll be at the corner of 25th and Clement in my car.
Come by yourself
Go out the back door right now and don't say anything to anybody.
Anybody at all.
If you do, I'll let her die.
Tob? Get out of here! Get out of my kitchen.
Tob!
(HORN HONKS)
(DRIVER) Hey, look out!
I don't know. She just got a phone call and ran out the back door.
Toby!
Get in.
Come on, come on.
Thank you. Thank you.
(MIND GUSTING)
(WHEEZING COUGH)
Your sister's all right.
You said she was dying.
I had to find some way to get you here.
Take off your clothes.
You want me to take them off for you?
Then take 'em off.
(SOBS)
The sweater too.
(CRYING)
Toss 'em over.
Sit down.
(LABORED BREATHING)
(DIALING CONTINUES)
(LINE RINGING)
Miss Sherwood, please.
Hello? Now listen carefully Kelly.
When you get off drive down to Fisherman's Wharf
Park at the open market.
Now you walk to the telephone booths across the street at the gas station.
I'll call you at exactly 7:30...
and give you instructions where to go.
You understand? Yes.
Oh, and one more thing.
In case you're considering anything foolish,
I've got Toby.
Oh, she's all right now.
And if I get the money, I'll let her go.
But if anything goes wrong, I'll kill her.
And if I'm not around to do it,
I've got a friend who's going to baby-sit.
Oh, wait a minute.
Tell her you're all right.
(CRYING) Sis? He said you were shot.
That's enough.
(SOBBING) Oh, no! Please don't!
(SOBBING)
All right.
Come on.
Over there.
In there.
Go on.
(LOCK TURNS)
We checked for miles around.
Nobody remembers seeing the subject's car though we had a description.
Police put out an all points, so we're covered there.
On the toy tiger, Cronin's men are still checking out the stores.
Agents running a tail on Miss Soong report in the negative.
Subject has made no attempt to contact her, nor has she him.
That's about it.
What about Miss Sherwood? How is she doing?
She'll probably have a nervous breakdown after it's over,
but I think she'll make it.
Let's go.
1,000.
There you are, Mr. Murchison. Thank you.
How about a movie tonight?
No, I'm sorry, Dick, but I promised Toby...
I'm gonna drown that kid. Tomorrow night?
Yeah, tomorrow.
What time?
Oh, why don't you call? Okay.
Have a nice weekend.
(CASH BOXES CLATTERING)
♪♪ (HONKY-TONK PIANO)
(SHIP HORN BLOWS)
(PHONE RINGS)
She's in the phone booth. We'll follow.
(LOUD WHIRRING) (NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE)
I'm running an emergency check.
You got a cab with license plates Y-64728?
(MAN ON SPEAKER) Yeah, that's our cab.
Made a pickup at Taylor and Jefferson. A woman.
And we got her checked out for, uh, Candlestick Park
The guy who told me to pick you up said to give you this.
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
(LOUD CRACK)
(CHEERING)
(MUFFLED CHEERING)
(ANNOUNCER ON P.A.) Now batting for San Francisco...
number seven, right fielder, Harvey Kuenn.
(CROWD CHEERING)
Now batting for San Francisco...
number 23, left fielder... All right, come on!
Felipe Alou.
All right. He has two ways to go.
Either he can contact the victim himself...
or he can send somebody else to pick up the money,
like one of the newsboys or one of the vendors.
I'm posting men at each of the tunnels and all of the 28 exits too.
Fine. I don't have to tell you fellas how important it is...
not to put any lives in jeopardy tonight.
But we're gonna get this man.
All right, let's go.
(WOMAN) Oh, I remember him very well.
He's purchased a number of things here in the past year or so.
Did he always take the toys with him?
Oh, no. No, not always.
Um, here.
Here's the sales slip on the tiger.
It was delivered to this address...
the, uh, Budget Fur Shop on Vista Street.
(CROWD CLAMORING)
All right, out there! Let's get a little more action going! Come on!
- (LOUD CRACK) - (CHEERING)
That's my team! That's it, baby!
(ANNOUNCER ON P.A., INDISTINCT) Hey, buster, how about a beer down here!
A beer, little lady? No.
One? Yeah.
All right, come on. Come on, you guys. Let's get a few runs!
Uh, pardon me, could I borrow your binoculars a minute?
Yeah, sure.
Your attention, please, ladies and gentlemen.
The same two teams play here again tomorrow evening at 8:15.
Advance tickets may be purchased at the Advance Ticket windows
in the lobby as you leave the park.
Thank you.
(MURMURS)
(CROWD CHATTERING)
Have your camera sweep the area again, huh?
Camera one, pan Section "E" again. (VIN SCULLY) Ground ball to the hole on the left side.
Pagan into it, backhands the ball
A long throw to first base is... not in time!
And oh, are the Giants mad.
There's McCovey and Amalfitano.
Mike McCormick comes over, along with catcher Ed Bailey,
and they are really in a rhubarb at first base.
Wally Moon just did leg out the long throw by Pagan.
(NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE)
(RHYTHMIC CLAPPING)
(UMPIRE) Strike two!
We've got the sister. She's all right.
Had her locked in a fur-storage vault.
No accomplice? Nope.
Looks like our hunch was right. He's working this alone.
Toby Sherwood found safe.
Repeat. Toby Sherwood found safe.
Plan B now in operation.
(CROWD CHATTERING, SHOUTING)
You're out!
♪♪ (ORGAN ON P.A.)
(ANNOUNCER) Your attention, please. Your attention, please.
Spectators are requested to not go on the playing field.
Please leave by the nearest exits. Thank you.
All agents, move in.
Maintain surveillance as victim leaves or makes meet.
(NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE)
(PEOPLE MUTTERING)
- (MAN) Hey! - (WOMAN SCREAMS)
(PEOPLE MUTTERING) (LYNCH SHOUTS)
All right, move! Come on!
(PEOPLE SCREAMING, SHOUTING)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING) (WOMAN) Help! Help! Help!
(SIREN WAILING)
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
(WHEEZING)