Cat Burglar, The (1961)

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[MUSIC PLAYING]

WOMAN: Good night, darling.

MAN: Good night.

Halt! Halt!

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING]

Hello, Alan. This is Nan.

I just got back.

Look, I've got to see you
right away.

[DOORBELL RINGING]

Hi, sweetheart.

Alan, I'm so glad to see you.

I wanted you here
before I phoned the police.

The police?

Someone stole my purse
and briefcase.

Okay, so wait a minute.

Don't call, let's talk about this.

It wasn't my fault.

I know, sweetheart,
but if you had called me at the airport,

I'd had picked you up and this
never would have happened.

I wanted to surprise you.

Well, you did that, all right.

I'm sorry.

All the way from Albuquerque,

I kept worrying if I should have kept the
briefcase with me instead of in the suitcase.

Luggage does get lost sometimes.

[SIGHS]
This is a hell of a mess.

How'd the thief get in?

From the balcony.

I was in the shower
so I didn't hear him.

Let's have a look.

Man must have known
what he was doing.

Couldn't have made much noise.

Honey, are those papers in the
briefcase so terribly important?

You'd never know how important.

I've got to get them back.

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

Who is it?

WOMAN: Well, who do you
think it is? Santa Claus?

Uh... Just a minute.

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

Just a minute!

[KNOCKING CONTINUES]

You don't have to
knock the door down.

[GRUNTS]

What do you want?

The rent, Jacky boy.

Oh, brother.

And the next time
I have to come asking for it,

you ain't going to be here to ask.

Look at this mess.

Don't you ever
pick up after yourself?

You live like a pig.
Look at this!

Will, will you take a look
at this thing?

Now, this has been
rattling around for months.

When are you going
to get around to fixing it?

Just as soon as I get a
regular-paying tenant in here!

All right, all right,
go and insult me.

One of these days I'll be moving
out of this stinking joint anyway.

Well...

- Stinking joint, is it?
- That's right.

Now, well in that case, Jacky boy,

you won't mind sleeping
in the street tonight.

And before you leave,
clean up some of this trash

that's laying around here.

My boy will pick it up
after school.

Now wait a minute,
Mrs. Prattle.

-Prattle. [PRONOUNCES AS PRAY-TELL]
- [JACK SIGHS]

And if I don't get the rent
by 6:00 tonight, out you go!

And you go out with what
you've got on your back...

- And nothing else.
- Look, now...

You don't want to get mad over
a little thing like...

[CHUCKLES] What was it?
$9, Mrs. Prattle?

- Prattle!
- Yes, ma'am.

- Tonight!
- Look, I don't know about tonight

but I promise you
by tomorrow I'll get for you.

Yeah, how many times
I've heard that before.

I mean it!

Well, all right...

- Tomorrow it is then.
- All right.

But brother, you'd better have it.

Yes, ma'am. Yes, ma'am.

You have my word on it.

Yeah, well that and a dime
will get me a cup of coffee.

Brother.

Thank you, Mrs. Prattle.

Crummy old goat.

[GRUNTING]

[CHUCKLES]

[SIGHS]

[SCOFFS]

Ah, maybe it'll pay
the rent anyway.

MAN: So you sent the girl to
New Mexico to pick up the papers.

That wasn't
very intelligent, Alan.

I thought it would be safer.

MAN: Safer? For whom?

You know, Alan, it was men
like you who cost us our victory.

Stop making a federal case
out of this, Taylor.

We'll get your papers back or
another set, so stop worrying, will you?

[TAYLOR SIGHS]

If those papers fall into the
wrong hands, my dear Sheridan,

a federal case
is exactly what it will be!

And as for getting duplicates,

I'm afraid
that will be impossible.

What do you mean?

Yeah! Look at this!

Seems to me
that wasn't very intelligent.

Don't mock me, Alan.

It isn't wise.

A year's work has gone into
getting that fuel formula

and plans
for the new propulsion unit.

I don't intend for that time
and effort to go to waste.

You ought to read
your own propaganda, Taylor.

Your people are supposed to have ICBMs
that will outperform anything we've got.

Now you hear me, Alan.

I'm supposed to deliver
those plans over the weekend.

Your obituary would make
a poor substitute.

Look, Taylor, be reasonable, I'm doing
everything I can to get those papers back.

Ah! Such as?

- Nan is in contact...
- That girl again!

Tell me something, Alan,

if she means so much to you,
how could you endanger her life?

And ours by having her act
as an unsuspecting courier.

She's not in any danger
and never has been.

That remains to be seen.

We'll keep in touch, Alan.

You have
until the end of the week.

[SULTRY MUSIC PLAYING]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Yeah?

Hello, are you Mr. Muskie?

Who wants to know?

You one of them
snoopy welfare dames?

I'm looking for something
that I lost.

Well, this ain't no
Lost and Found.

I'm willing to pay for
any help you can give me.

You're beginning
to interest me, lady.

Come on in.

Sit yourself down.

[CHUCKLES] Don't worry.
I'm only interested in wine.

A little muscatel.

Good for what ails ya.

No, thank you.

[EXHALES]

Okay, lady, out with it.

You want me to put you onto somebody who
could clout something for you, is that it?

Clout something?

[SCOFFS] I'm sorry, lady.

You talk and I'll listen.

Well, it happened the other night.

Someone stole some things from
my apartment and I want them back.

And I'm... I'm willing
to pay for their return.

Okay, turn your eyes
in the other direction.

Go on.

Okay, lady, let's go.

Let's get out of this dump.

MAN: So where did you
heist these?

No, certainly not from you,
otherwise I wouldn't be here with them.

But what can I do with them?

Well, just think, Pete,
if anyone ever steals yours,

then you'll be all set,
with this set.

Another set, huh?

Come on, what am I offered?

Yes, I'll take it.

[CHUCKLES]

Hello, Pete.

What's on your mind, Muskie?

She's all right.
I've known her a long time.

Some cat burglared her pad and
got away with a couple of sentimentals.

That's right,
a gold and pearl heart locket,

uh, some pearl earrings and
my wristwatch, a 14-karat Bulova.

Also there was a briefcase
containing some papers in it too,

with the letters "N.B." on it.

My purse and wallet you
could... You could forget about.

Look, what did you bring her
here for?

You know I don't handle
nothing hot.

Sure, Pete, I know that.
But, I...

I figured you might just be able
to hear something about it and

maybe pick yourself up a nice
piece of change helping out the lady.

Please, all I want to do is
get my things back.

I'm willing to pay. I don't
care about anything else,

if that's what you're thinking.

Just the briefcase and,
and of course my jewelry.

Look, Miss, you write down
the name and the phone number

and if I hear something,
I'll call ya.

[COUGHING]

Oh, I don't know whether this will help
but the thief really knew his business.

He came down from the roof.

Look, lady, I don't deal
in people, just things.

Hey, you pay me my money now,
lady, and I'll be running along.

I got an appointment with a jug.

All right.

[PHONE RINGING]

Oh, there goes that thing again.

Night and day that thing rings,

never giving a minute's peace.

Why, sometimes I think I ought
to have this thing disconnected.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Prattle Motel.

I want to talk to Jacky.

[PETE COUGHING]

No, he ain't here.

He went out early this morning.

PETE: This is important,
are you sure now?

What do you mean, am I sure?

Listen, wise guy...

All right, all right,
don't get excited, lady.

Who's excited? Who is excited?

When that bum pays his rent,
I'll take messages for him.

Till then, you can tell Jack
to drop dead!

I got some money for Jack!

Did you say... [CLEARS THROAT]

Money?

Yeah, just tell him Pete called.

Tell him, I changed my mind
and I'll help him out.

- You got that?
- Oh, yeah. [CHUCKLES]

I'll certainly tell him, sir.

And thank you for calling.

- [PETE COUGHING]
- You a friend of Jack's?

Lovely boy, like my own son,
he is.

PETE: Yeah, all right,
lady, goodbye.

There you are, Jacko.
30 bucks, cash money.

[SCOFFS]
Listen, I don't get it.

This morning you wouldn't give
me 10 dollars for that stuff.

So, I'm a good Samaritan. I give to
ya out of the goodness of my heart.

[JACK CHUCKLES] - So now you want
to look in my mouth like a horse, huh?

Good what? Samaritan?

Pete, you'd sell
your own mother and kick

if you couldn't collect
on the sales tax.

Come on, now tell me,
what's going on here?

Well, it's like this.

The lady you clouted
the stuff from,

she was around trying
to get a line on it, see.

So, what's wrong
with everybody making a buck?

- Wanted to buy it back, huh?
- Yeah.

How much is she going to pay you?

Oh, if I'm lucky,
I'll make ten bucks.

[SCOFFS] That's the funniest
thing I heard all day.

I got to close up.
It's 5:00 already.

So if you get something good,
come around,

you know who
your friends are, hmm?

Yeah, they're
all right here, Pete.

[COUGHING]

[DOOR CLOSING]

Hello, Miss Baker.

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

He expects me to be alone.

Take your cup and go in there.

[KNOCKING CONTINUES]

Hello, Miss Baker.

You sure are in luck, lady.

[CHUCKLES] Are we alone?

Yes.

I had to pay plenty to get
that stuff back, lady. Plenty.

Are you, uh, sure it's mine?

Ah, yeah, look,
here I show ya, see.

There's the initials, "N.B."

What a relief.

Oh, I can't thank you enough.

Well, just give me the hundred bucks,
lady, that's all the thanks I need.

I... I put the jewelry inside.

[CLEARS THROAT]

NAN: Where's the notebook?

PETE: You asked me to get
that junk for you, lady, I got it.

I don't know nothing
about any notebook.

Well, it was here
in the briefcase.

What are you trying to do? Put
a fast one over on me, sister?

I want my money and I want it now!

Not until everything is returned
and that includes the notebook.

Okay, I'll make a deal with ya.

I paid 50 for that junk.
Just give me what I paid.

NAN: Not without the notebook.

All right, forget it.
I'll take the stuff back.

Just a minute, Mister!

Hey, what's this all about?
You said we was alone!

You think I'd leave any woman
in a room alone with dirt like you?

Now don't get rough with me,
Mister. I'll have the law on ya.

Alan, please.

Don't worry, honey,
I wouldn't dirty my hands.

You'd better not.

How much time do they give for receiving
stolen property these days, friend?

Oh, no, you wouldn't do that,
Mister, huh?

I was only trying to do
the lady a favor.

Still want the hundred dollars?

There must be something
important about that notebook.

What is it? What's in it?

Nan, phone the police.

No, no, no, no.
I was only kidding.

You can't blame a guy for
trying to make a buck, huh?

The name of the thief
and where we'd find him.

Okay, okay.
First, I want my money.

The guy's name is, uh, Jack.

I don't know the last name.

Honest, Mister,
I'm levelling with ya.

He lives in a crummy joint
called Prattle's Motel.

Here, here,
I got the phone number. I'll show ya.

Here, here, you keep it.
He's a lousy crook anyway

and I want nothing to do with him.

If you're lying
it won't be hard to find you.

On my mother's grave, Mister.

What dog pound's it in?

Get out of here!

[CHILDREN LAUGHING]

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello.

JACK: Hello, is...
Is this Miss Baker?

Yes, it is. Is this Jack?

No, I'm a friend of his.

He got your message and wanted me
to call ya and find out what you wanted.

Oh.

Well, it's, uh, very personal.

I'll have to talk to him.

Would you ask him
to come to the phone, please?

Um, sorry, lady, he won't do that.

He wants to know
how you got his number.

He says he don't know who you are.

Tell him I'll pay the same amount
for the return of the notebook

that I paid the man in the
pawn shop for the other things.

$100 cash, no questions asked.

Dirty, lying...

NAN: Is something wrong?

[SCOFFS] No, no, lady.
Nothing I can't take care of.

$100, huh?

Seems like a lot of money,
just for a notebook.

Well, it's very important really.

If I don't get it back,
I'll lose my job.

This other number here,
is that your office number?

Yes.

Okay, lady, I'll get back
to you as soon as I can.

A hundred bucks. [SCOFFS]

Big fink! Ought to go down
there and break his neck!

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

Oh.

Oh, there it goes again.

I'm not gonna get these books
done tonight, I know that.

If it ain't the phone,
it's the door.

Oh.

Oh!

- Come in, Jacky boy.
- Well, hello, Mrs. Prattle...

Prattle!

Yes, ma'am.
Uh, what did they do

with the trash that they took
out of my room this morning?

Look, you get
no nothing out of me.

Nothing, you understand,
until you pay your rent.

Why, I was going to pay
you money, anyways, is...

Yeah, well,
I've heard that before.

I happen to know you've got
some money and I want the rent.

You owe me nine dollars
and 38 cents

- and that's what I want.
- All right. Yes, ma'am, here it is.

- $10, you can keep the change.
- [MUMBLING]

Now tell me what you did
with my trash, please.

Well, the city truck came and picked
it up. They always do on Wednesday.

- Oh.
- You've been here long enough to know that.

Well, what'd they do with it?

Well, they burn it. What do
you think they do with trash?

- They can't sell it, can they?
- They b*rned it, huh.

It's just my luck. Uh...

Thanks a lot, Mrs. Prattle.

Prattle!

JACK: Yes, ma'am.

[CHILDREN LAUGHING]

Oh, why not, it might work.

Let's see... I need paper,

notebook...

Yeah.

[CHUCKLES]

Anybody follow these plans, they're
going to end up with a real doozy.

That's perfect.

She'll never know the difference.

I'll be long gone with that
$100 by the time she finds out.

[SIGHS] Better make that call,
Jackson.

Wonder if I've got a dime.

Yeah! You little money maker.

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

Come on in.

Just close the door.

Jack?

That's right.

I'm Nan Baker.

Yes, ma'am. I...

I think I'd recognize you
about anywhere.

Recognize me?

Oh... yes, ma'am, I mean...

From hearing your voice
on the telephone.

Did you bring the money?

May I see the notebook?

Ah! No, no, no, you don't.

Well, I just wanted to make sure.

You satisfied?

It looks like it.

Well, it is it.

You shouldn't go around
calling people a liar.

I'm sorry.

[JACK SCOFFS]

I have the money here in my purse.

That boss of yours
sure is a lucky guy.

What do you mean?

Having you around all the time.

Aren't you going to count it?

Oh, well, no. I guess if you
can trust me I can trust you.

I want to thank you, Jack.

What's the matter with you?

I, I steal that stuff from you and
then I make you pay to get it back.

You go thanking me like it
was a big deal or something.

You don't go
thanking a crumb, lady.

That's about all I am, is a crumb.

All I know
is that we made a bargain

- and you kept your end of it.
- [SCOFFS]

I, I think you better
get out of here.

Thanks again.

Go on, get out of here!

Bye.

Look, Alan, I've got it!

But, what are you doing here?

You didn't think I'd let you meet that thief
without being somewhere close, did you?

Oh, I'm so glad it's over.

So am I.

You and I are going
to take a day off tomorrow.

Right now, I'm going to get
these back to my client.

All right, but call me later.

That's a promise.

[ENGINE STARTING]

I told you, I'd get it back.

I must confess, I had my doubts.

What's the matter?

You fool!
You stupid, insipid fool!

Now just a minute, Taylor,
I don't take that from anyone.

Look at it!

Well, what's wrong?

Except for the first few pages,
this is all gibberish!

Well, don't blame me.
Blame the man in New Mexico!

Can't you get it
through your head?

Somebody switched pages!

The way that book is now,
it's worthless.

Why would a two-bit thief
do a thing like that?

You're a dead man
unless we find out.

That cheap little punk
and the pawn broker.

They must have cooked this up
between them.

Wait a minute.

Maybe...

Maybe those pages are useless
to them except to get more money.

When I get my hands on them,
I'll break their greedy little necks.

No, Alan.

From here on,
Leo and I will deal with these people.

[GROANS]

What are you guys
b*ating on me for?

I never done nothing to you.

Oh, but you have, young man.

Yeah, you have broken faith.

Allowed greed
to out-balance prudence.

[GROANING]

Leo?

Revive him.

That's enough.

[JACK GROANING]

All right, young man,

now are you ready
to discuss matters, huh?

Yeah. [GASPS]

Anything you say, but...

Don't let that guy...
Don't let him hit me anymore.

Excellent.

Now, if you'd just give us those
papers you removed from that notebook,

we'll be on our way.

You better talk now, son,
or you won't be able to.

- Oh, the papers, please.
- Listen, uh...

I don't...

Have any papers.
I gave them all to the girl.

[GRUNTING]

No! Listen now...

I told you guys...

I told you the truth. Now I don't
know a thing about them, honest.

Then who does?

Listen...

You don't think I'd have them on me,
would you?

I gave them to somebody
to keep for me.

Who? The pawn broker?

- Yeah.
- You sure?

I... I'm not going to...

Get myself k*lled just to keep
that guy from getting b*at up.

I see...

Honor among thieves, huh?

Empty your pockets!

What?

- Leo.
- No, wait, wait. Wait a minute.

Take it!

Wait, wait. That's my money.

Now you hear me, little man.

If you're telling me the truth,

you might get
a portion of this back.

If not... [CHUCKLES]

You won't have any need for money.

What time does your friend close?

About 5:00.

Good.

Leo'll keep a friendly eye
on you until I get back.

Don't look so worried.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Boy! [GASPS]

You sure got a hard set of hands.

[GROANS]

It's going to be some mouse
I got here.

Hey, uh...

Hey, how about my going to the
office and picking myself some ice?

Sure, friend.

I don't see anything
wrong in that.

Hey, thanks.

[STOOL CLATTERING]

- I'll be back in a minute.
- Yeah...

I know you will
cause I'm going with you.

[SIGHS]

Yeah, sure.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Mrs. Prattle.

MAN: Prattle!

Ma ain't here, she's shopping.

Willie, I got
to have a little ice.

Wow!

- What happened to you?
- Never mind, never mind.

Now how about some ice?

Cost you a dime.

Oh, brother.

There you go.

Help yourself.

And make it quick.

Yeah, yeah.
I'll be right with you.

Hey, who's he?

He's a friend of mine.

Ma don't allow no doubling up in
the rooms unless you pay extra.

Hey, Willie, where'd you get this?

It was in the trash.

It's mine now.
You threw it away!

I don't want the notebook, Willie.

I just want to know what
you did with the papers in it.

They were all used up.
I got rid of 'em.

Well, where?

Well, I used them to line
the cat's box.

- Come on, what's going on?
- Ah, nothing, nothing.

I'm just gonna put some water
in this tray here.

Ma don't allow
anyone to come back here.

Hey, let's have
a look at those pages.

Ah, no, there's nothing here,
but some old addresses of mine.

I was just trying
to get them back from Willie.

- Why, you!
- Ah!

- You can't...
- Don't you move a muscle!

Uh,

Stinking cats!

Ma ain't going to like this.

You give your mom
a message for me, Willie.

Tell her I'm checking out
of this stinking joint!

Hey, what about him?

I don't know.

Charge him rent.

Oh.

[SCREAMING]

Don't make me use it!

You scream again, you're
going to look a lot worse than I do.

What do you want?

Don't play that,
"I don't know nothing" routine for me.

Please, I gave you the money,
what more do you want?

Plenty! You tell
that boyfriend of yours

those papers are going
to cost him a grand now.

But I don't understand,
Alan has the papers!

Don't play games with me!

You know that stuff I gave you
was phony except for a few pages.

I just thought I could skip out,

before you and him got wise,

but I was a little
too slow, it seems.

Please believe me, I,
I don't know what you're talking about.

I suppose you didn't know, your boyfriend
and that big goon of his was going

to work me over either.

You're not talking sense, Jack.

- Listen to me.
- I listened to you once.

Look what it got me.

No, no.

Now you tell that southern
gentleman, he better have

a thousand bucks ready
for me by tomorrow,

or else I'll just burn
his precious papers.

- NAN: All right, I'll tell him.
- All right.

And no funny business this time.

I'll get in touch
with you tomorrow.

And tell him not to waste his
time looking for me at that motel

cause I'm not going to be there.

Whatever you say.

I thought you were
something special.

No wonder you consider me a dope.

That's not true, Jack.

I think I'll go out the front
door this time for a change.

I don't believe you'd be calling
anybody to stop me either.

Pete!

Pete, are you here?

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

Pete, I'm sorry.

I didn't know they'd...

If you hadn't finked out on me,
this wouldn't have happened.

You just charge this up against
what you chiseled me out of.

So long, Pete.

It doesn't make sense,
his coming back here, threatening me.

I wish I'd have been here.

Those papers I paid him for
this afternoon, they were genuine?

Well, of course.
I checked them over myself

before I turned them
over to my client, why?

Well, someone did b*at him up.

Oh, his face
was bruised something awful.

That serves him right.

Alan!

Well, how do you
expect me to feel?

He's just lucky I didn't
get my hands on him.

I can't help feeling
that there's something wrong.

You know what probably happened,

one of his good friends found out
he had the $100 and took it from him.

Now he thinks he can scare you
into getting more money for him.

I still say we should
notify the police.

There's no telling what he may do.

The first thing you're going
to do is get back to bed!

We both need some sleep.

I'll take care of him
in the morning.

- Good night, honey.
- Good night.

This is a g*n in my pocket.

Just act like we was old friends.

- What are you going to do?
- Whatever I have to.

Your boss gettin'
the money for me?

Jack, be sensible.

Think before you get yourself
into more trouble or hurt somebody.

Look, I want to help you
and so does Mr. Sheridan.

Sure he does. He wants to
help me just like he helped Pete.

Look, I might as well tell you.

Mr. Sheridan isn't going
to pay any more money.

You wanna bet?

Why should he pay for something
he's already turned over to his client?

All right, you tell me
why all the interest in these?

Now, take a good look.

Well, this proves it.

Alan,

Mr. Sheridan isn't an engineer,
he's in business manage...

You really play it
to the hilt, don't you?

Don't you think I know
what's going on here?

You and him are probably
nothing but a pair of lousy spies

selling out your own country.

If you believe that why
don't you go to the authorities

- and report it?
- What's that going to put in my pocket?

No, we'll play this my way.

And if there's no more funny business,
I'll just forget about everything.

I'll even forget about Pete.

- The pawn broker?
- Yeah.

The dead pawn broker!

Dead?

Well, you just ask Sheridan
what I'm talking about.

- But why should he...
- Listen, you know where Seward and Waring streets are?

I think so.

There's an old abandoned
warehouse on the corner.

And that's where
I want you to bring the money.

3:00 sharp, you be there
alone with the money.

The door's going to be open
for you and I'll be inside.

If there's any more tricks,
I'll just burn those papers,

and we'll forget the whole thing.

Go on, get going!

Jack, if you really believe what you're
saying, take that paper to the police.

It'll prove to you
that you're mistaken.

I got a better idea.

You take this page to Sheridan.

Tell him to take it to the cops.

Just see what he says.

Take it!

Now, go on, get going.
Go on!

Alan.

Good morning, honey.

- Over sleep?
- Alan, look at this.

What is it?

Where'd you get this?

Jack was down in the parking lot.

What?

He must be crazy.

He even claimed you were
involved in some sort of espionage.

What else did he say?

I'm supposed to take the money to an
old warehouse on Seward and Waring.

And he...

He said that you'd be afraid to
take that paper to the authorities.

I don't know what this
fellow's talking about,

but he's sure wrong
on that little guess.

What are you going to do?

What I should have
done last night.

Take this over
to Lieutenant Krul's office.

He'll end this quick enough.

Oh, I'm so glad, Alan.

He had me wondering.

I won't feel safe
until this is over.

Oh...

Look, Nan,
I'll be back as soon as I can.

I'm expecting a call from Wheeler,

so you better stick by the phone.

All right, Alan.

NAN: Sheridan Enterprises.

Tell your boss I want
the money in small bills,

10s and 20s, you got it?

Yes, I understand, small bills.

Police Department.
Sergeant Cooper speaking.

Hello, can I have Lieutenant
Krul's office, please?

COOPER: Just a minute, please.

KEITH: Lieutenant
Keith speaking.

May I speak to Mr. Sheridan?

KEITH: There's no
Mr. Sheridan here, lady.

May I talk
with the lieutenant then?

KEITH: I'm sorry,
Lieutenant Krul won't be here today.

Are you sure?

KEITH: Yes, I'm sure.

Well, Mr. Sheridan was going
over to Lieutenant Krul's office.

KEITH: Miss, the lieutenant
is still on his vacation.

Oh, I see, vacation.

KEITH: He'll be back
next week.

Next week?

KEITH: Oh, sorry I couldn't
be of any service to you, miss.

All right, thank you, very much.

KEITH: Is he seeing
someone else?

No, I don't know
who else he might be seeing.

- KEITH: If he comes in, I'll tell him someone called.
- Thank you.

- Bye.
- KEITH: Goodbye.

[DOOR OPENING]

Sorry, we took so long.

Ms. Baker, this
is Detective Sergeant Davis.

How do you do, Ma'am?

- Hello.
- It's nothing to worry about, Ma'am.

Nan, uh, from what I can gather,
it's not just a matter of the police

going out to the warehouse
and arresting Jack.

We need proof that he's
actually attempting to extort

money from Mr. Sheridan.

Well, isn't our word
and what's happened enough?

Not if they're going
to prosecute him.

We realize it's a lot
to ask, Ma'am,

but we'd like you to go
through with the delivery

of the money.

You'll have complete police
protection every minute.

And once the exchange
is made, he's ours.

It's the only way, Nan. We've got to get
this thing over with, once and for all.

He's dangerous.

All right, Alan,
if you think I should.

Good.

Our men are staking
the warehouse out right now.

You'd be surprised, Ms. Baker, how few
citizens are really willing to help the police,

if it means a little
inconvenience.

How will you handle Jack?

Well, that depends on him, ma'am.

He can have it anyway he wants it.

Better get your things.

If I didn't know you better,
I'd believe you were a cop.

I was once, but they didn't like the way
I handled some of the punks I brought in.

I can believe that.

Alan.

While you were gone, Jack phoned.

He did? What'd he want?

He wants the money in small bills.

He'll get it,
and it won't be in small bills.

[HORN HONKING]

Oh, here comes the skipper.

Skipper?

Lieutenant Krul,
he's in charge of this operation.

- Sergeant.
- Lieutenant.

Mr. Sheridan.

Oh, Ms. Baker.

Has everything
been explained to you clearly?

Do you have any questions?

I don't think so.

Good.

You have the department's
gratitude, Ma'am.

When did you get back, Lieutenant?

I tried to get you
earlier at your office.

Oh. [LAUGHS]

Oh, well, you see I came
directly here from the house.

Uh, we better
be going, Lieutenant.

You take the wheel, Sergeant.

Now there's nothing
to worry about, young lady.

In an hour you'll be back here,

and this will all
be part of the past.

I hope so.

Time is getting short,
Ms. Baker. It's 3:00.

Well, here it is.

All I want you to do, Miss, is go
inside, give him this money, pick up

those papers
and come right back here.

Do you want me to do this?

We don't have much choice, Nan.

Now, after you effect the transfer
and you're safely back out here,

we'll hit from all sides.

Be careful, Nan.

I don't like it, Taylor.

That dame's
got something on her mind.

Who would've expected her
to call the police department?

She's just nervous.
Who wouldn't be?

We'll worry about her nerves
after we get ahold of those papers.

- All right, Leo, I'll take the front.
- Right.

Stay here. I don't want
you to get in the way.

Jack.

Jack, where are you?

I... I have the money for you.

Jack.

Jack, where are you?

Jack.

Jack, I've got the money.
[GASPS]

[GASPING]

All right, here's your papers.

- I'll be seeing ya.
- Jack, don't go out there!

- What are you talking about?
- Listen to me.

You were right about everything.

TAYLOR: All right,
this is the police!

We've got you surrounded. Don't move in
on him, men, until I give you the word.

Giving you a chance
to come out alive.

You dirty little double crosser!

One sound out of you and
you're going to get it first!

Do you hear me?
Come out with your hands up!

Jack, listen, it's not the police!

Look, there are three
of them out there.

You were right about them.

They made me do it.
Oh, please believe me.

Where are they?

I don't know.

You know something?

I think I do believe you.

That means they're going to
want you as bad as they want me.

Get up on that catwalk. You got
to be able to see them from there.

Now, get going.

Stick real close to me, huh?

[SCREAMING]

Nan...

Nan, are you all right?

Jack, it's, it's Alan.

Nan!

Nan!

Nan, get out here!

That's one we won't have to
fight our way through anyway.

There's a skylight up on the roof.

You go up those stairs
and you stay there.

I'm going to try to lead 'em
round the other side of the building.

Take these with you.

I'm not going to
let them have 'em.

Go on, now get going.

Go on. Go on. Go on.

I know your g*n's empty!

Now, I don't want to
have to k*ll you.

All I want are those papers.

Just throw them down
and I'll leave.

All right.

Then I'll come up after you.

Oh, Jack, I can't get
the skylight open.

[SIGHS]

I'm too weak to get up those stairs now,
anyway.

Listen...

Go on over there. Find
yourself a dark place to hide.

- And take those papers with ya.
- Look...

I don't want those guys
to get them back now.

Maybe if I helped you up the
stairs we could both get it open.

- No.
- Let's try.

Now listen to me.

You go on over there and give me a
chance to do something good in my life.

Just for once.

No.

Now go on over there or I'm
going to use this thing on ya. Go on!

[PANTING]

She thinks I'm a hero.

Feels kinda nice.

[PANTING]

If I hadn't got sh*t,

I wonder if I'd have stuck around.

[SCREAMING]

Jack!

[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]