Dead Reckoning Page #6
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1947
- 100 min
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in a hurry.
After my trouble to get Martinelli
out, this would be dandy.
I kept thinking, "It had
to be here somewhere. "
Up to now, everything
had gone like grief.
He had the letter.
He'd been working on it.
But he hadn't gotten very far
with his homework.
He was doing research on that letter
but good. The Leising Book of Codes.
Here was the real merchandise.
I recognized Johnny's writing.
Martinelli! Martinelli!
Then, suddenly,
I got a whiff of jasmine.
For a second I thought
it might have been...
It was like going out the jump door.
Count, sucker, and pull the ring.
One thousand. Two thousand.
Then, lights.
The ground batteries had picked me up.
I tried to side-slip the chute,
but I couldn't.
The lights got brighter,
blinding me.
He's coming to.
Go ahead and make with
the music, friend. We love it.
What's the letter say, friend?
- Tell us about it, friend.
- Quiet, Krause.
I haven't yet solved the code.
Repeat the message in the letter.
I hadn't read it yet.
I just started to
when you sapped me.
You place me in
an extremely distasteful position.
By nature, I'm a gentleman.
Truly gentle.
Brutality has always revolted me
as a weapon of the witless.
Like your friend Baretto.
Yes, and Krause here.
Although Krause's inclinations are
more psychopathic than intelligent.
He suffered an injury to his brain
once, and ever since then...
If you make me leave you to his
quiet whims, I will never forgive you.
Go take a flying jump for yourself.
of your ability to make decisions.
The rest is to dance time, friend.
You like music, friend?
I like music.
I love music.
I like all kinds of music.
Maybe he'll talk to you now, I think.
Prop him up in the chair
facing the wall.
I can't bear the sight
of your handiwork.
And don't put that
thing away, in case.
In case there's more music?
There he is, all tuned up for you.
That's better.
You're a stubborn man,
Mr. Murdock.
Your whole attitude,
I find thoroughly aggravating.
What time is it?
That seems a little beside the point.
It happens to be 10:45,
or thereabouts.
You're licked, Martinelli.
Quarter to 11, manager,
Hotel Southern...
...will phone me here.
- Don't fall for that.
- Shut up.
Yes, Mr. Murdock? Do go on.
I'm interested.
He's just making with the mouth.
Wrong, as usual.
Yes?
This is Mr. Martinelli.
No, Sanderson,
Mr. Murdock is not here.
I haven't seen him tonight.
That's the right answer.
Now you're really taken care of.
In what manner, if I may ask?
Sanderson's got a letter I wrote.
If I'm not back at the hotel by 11:15
to collect it myself...
...he's to call the police
and turn it over to them.
Are you going for that garbage?
And just what does this fascinating
letter contain, Mr. Murdock?
Evidence.
Evidence that a couple of cheap guns
named Martinelli and Krause...
...knocked off Johnny Preston
Correct me if I'm wrong.
Take him to the Hotel Southern.
Walk arm in arm, with your hand
on the gun in your pocket.
Go to the elevators, our bruised
guest's hat down over his face.
Murdock will call the manager
and tell him to bring the letter.
Station him in the bathroom.
He will call out to Sanderson
to give you the letter.
Bring the letter here,
with Mr. Murdock. Is that clear?
As glass.
Of course, there wasn't any letter.
I was kicking on the first down
and praying for a break.
It didn't look like there
was any coming up.
Hold it, you two! You, Murdock.
I've been chasing you for six blocks.
- Hello, lieutenant.
- What run over you?
Shake hands with my friend, Krause.
Lt. Kincaid, of the Homicide Squad.
Haven't I seen you around?
Frisk him, copper, he's got a gun!
The other guy, Murdock, follow him!
But they didn't get me.
Not yet, anyway.
- Then it's this man, Martinelli...
- Yes, Martinelli.
But as I've been telling it to you,
I've been thinking. I'm not so sure.
I remember there was a whiff of
jasmine before I was knocked out.
Maybe it was her.
Suddenly I got a feeling
I know it was.
Jasmine.
You're in a bad way.
Let me get you something.
- Thanks, anyway.
- A bit of brandy, at least.
If I ask Father Donlin,
he might find some in the rectory.
For medicinal purposes of course,
you understand.
It won't take me a minute.
I'll get it for you.
Before I see Father Donlin, just
how are we going to handle this?
The two of us, I mean.
Of course, my boy, you want me in
this with you, don't you? Don't you?
By all that's holy, he don't.
Rip, what have they done to you?
Come closer and you can see.
Come on, closer.
There, that's about right.
Get me a drink.
Tell me what happened, darling.
I heard of a girl once, kissed a guy
and stabbed him in the back.
I heard of another girl that kissed
a guy and blackjacked him.
Had the smell of jasmine in her hair.
In Martinelli's office, all around me,
just before the lights went out.
And when I woke up, they turned
the radio on and played music.
You like music, honey?
Was the window open?
Why don't you tell me about
the guy with the dream...?
The smell of jasmine is strong
in Martinelli's office.
Night-blooming jasmine grows
all through this part of the country.
You think fast,
don't you, sweetheart?
I ought to hate you
for thinking a thing like that.
But I can't.
You can say anything, do anything.
Oh, Rip, what does a girl
have to do with you?
- Turn inside out to make you see?
- You know, you do awful good.
I came here to...
But go ahead.
Tell me about paradise
and all the things I'm missing.
I haven't had a good laugh since
before Johnny was murdered.
I'm not the type that
tears do anything to.
I'm the brass-knucks-in-the-teeth-
to-dance-time type.
It's no use with you, is it?
Maybe the trouble is,
my name isn't Johnny.
I don't appreciate the finer things.
Like looking at a doll cry and taking
the rap for a murder she committed.
- Johnny didn't tell you that!
- Why shouldn't he?
You think I fell for that fancy tripe?
Let's have a new story, baby.
- You killed him, why lie?
- Because...
- It was exactly like I told you.
- Except for a few changes.
- Only the struggle.
- It was in your hands when it went off.
Yes, that's the way, Rip.
Your way, any way you want it.
I'm tired. I can't go on anymore.
For nearly four years,
being threatened by the police.
Since I came into Stuart's money,
hounded every day for more money.
but when you turn against me...
How did he cut himself in?
I had to talk to somebody
when Johnny ran away.
I wanted to tell the police
it wasn't murder. That I did it.
But I was afraid,
because I hadn't said so before.
So you picked the worst hoodlum
in town.
He's always been nice. He gave me
a job when nobody else would.
He said they'd convict me.
And offered to get rid of the gun.
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