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- Am I?

- After all, it's my fight.

- Well, that makes it mine too.

You really care that much?

Connie, if I had $2 million,

I'd give it to settle this thing right now.

You're sweet.

- Bill, shall I drop it?

- Would you?

Take me dancing tonight at the Waldorf

and I'll tell you.

The Waldorf? Isn't that rather public?

- I mean, maybe...

- I thought so.

I do well in my own back yard but you're

ashamed to be seen with me in public.

With good reason. Look at you.

You've got water dripping down your face.

- Beautiful?

- No, but dry.

Stop spoiling me.

- Hey, hey.

- Man the pumps.

I'll get you for this.

If he isn't at the Athletic Club,

try the Yale Club.

I've gotta find him. Two hours late.

This guy's driving me crazy.

Ten days and he hasn't even seen

the Allenbury dame.

- He wasn't like this in Mexico.

- I'll try his apartment.

It's no use.

Gladys has been phoning all afternoon.

She's on his trail too.

Gladys phoned?

Didn't you tell her I was here?

Sure, but she wanted him.

She's afraid he's sore

at something she said...

...and she wants to apologize.

Gladys wants to apologize?

He was to take her to lunch,

but he didn't show up.

She's afraid he was in an accident.

She wants us to try the morgue.

She never tried the morgue for me.

- Hey, wait a minute, what goes on here?

- Maybe he's working on the wrong dame.

- What are you talking about?

- She's his wife, isn't she?

She's his wife, but she's engaged to me.

- Yeah?

- Come in a minute, Haggerty.

Okay, chief.

Working on the wrong dame.

- Haggerty, you...

- We're in a tough spot, chief.

- He still hasn't been able to see Connie.

- What are we going to do?

- You realize what this means?

- More than you know.

Everything I've built up and worked

all my life for is at stake.

And now this Chandler,

this miracle worker you've sold me...

...what's he been doing all this time?

- I wish I knew.

Well, it's your business to find out.

Now, do something.

You bet I'll do something.

I'll take matters into my own hands.

I'll go and see Connie Allenbury.

What makes you think

you can get in to see her?

Mr. Farwood,

when I worked for you as a reporter...

...I got into places

that a greased termite couldn't get into.

I even got into the powder room

of the YWCA.

- Of course, I got thrown out, but I got in.

- All right, try it.

- Make her see, appeal to her reason.

- What reason?

This is Connie Allenbury,

the spoiled daughter of the rich...

...without a brain in her head.

But I know how to handle her kind.

I throw myself on her mercy.

Play hearts and flowers.

Pull out all the stops, the old sob stuff.

- The McGoo.

- The McGoo?

But, Miss Allenbury,

I appeal to your social conscience.

Why, thank you, Mr. Haggerty.

I didn't know your paper thought I had one.

If you go through with this case,

500 employees will be out of work.

Men and women, jobless,

walking the streets.

Women like yourself, Miss Allenbury,

cold, tired, hungry.

Driven to drink and ruin.

- You write the editorials, don't you?

- Yes.

I know what you're thinking.

You're saying to yourself:

"It's not my fault if 500 men and women

are going to starve.

It's the fault of the paper."

- Well, isn't it?

- No.

It's my fault.

It's all my mistake.

For the rest of my life, I'll be haunted by

the knowledge that I've wrecked 500 lives.

That's all I care about, Miss Allenbury.

That those poor, unfortunate souls

should have to suffer.

Mr. Haggerty, you're right.

- They shouldn't pay for your mistake.

- I knew you'd feel this way.

Thank you, Connie.

I mean, Miss Allenbury.

I'll see to it personally

that the whole $2 million...

...goes into a trust fund for them.

You mean

you're going ahead with the case?

But of course, I must.

To get the 2 million.

Why, now I'll push it doubly hard.

Now I have a cause.

Yes, but the paper, it'll go under.

It'll fold.

Yes, I suppose it will,

but as you said, that's secondary.

The main thing is to get the money

for those poor men and women.

- Where are you, darling?

- Here I am, dear.

This is Mr. Haggerty of the Morning Star.

Mr. Chandler, Mr. Haggerty.

Not William Chandler, the writer?

Yes, yes, I'm William Chandler,

the writer.

Bill does hunting books.

That takes you to many interesting places,

doesn't it?

It's all in a day's work.

Well, I'm just becoming familiar

with your work.

I thought maybe

you might do something for our paper.

Now, I realize that's a great departure

from what you're doing now.

Oh, I'm sorry,

but I seem to have my hands full.

Yes, haven't you?

Now, no more work.

Why, I only see him once a day now.

Connie, you might give the man

the wrong impression.

Well, if you must be factual, twice a day,

sometimes three times, but...

There's no need to impress me.

After all, I came here to discuss the case.

But now,

there's nothing more to discuss.

There certainly isn't.

How do you do, sir?

I'm Warren Haggerty of the Morning Star.

I know, the butler told me you were here.

He's waiting to show you to your car.

- Really? I won't keep him.

- Please don't.

Tell your owner, Mr. Curtis Farwood,

we are not entertaining any representative...

...of his paper in this house.

- I'll make a point to tell him.

You're entertaining

no representative of the Morning Star.

Goodbye, sir. Goodbye, Miss Allenbury.

Goodbye, Mr. Chandler.

It was quite a surprise,

but a great pleasure, having seen you here.

- Hello?

- Hello, Gladdy?

Say, Gladdy, get a load of this.

What?

You just saw him there

a few minutes ago?

Been seeing her every day?

Why, he told me he hadn't seen her

since Canada, the big two-timer.

Sure, sure, he's been protecting her.

He's in love with the dame.

Sure, that's why he's stalling.

Say, Gladdy, how long would it take you

to get over to the Allenbury house?

Half an hour? Oh, swell.

Now, listen, Gladdy...

...I want you to go in there

and bust up the joint.

Sure, sure. He'll still be there.

He can't get away.

He was just going into dinner when I left.

Dinner. Dinner, huh?

He couldn't have dinner with me

but he can with her.

That's fine. I don't know

what he's eating, but I hope he chokes.

That's my baby. You tear the roof off.

You be sure to get in touch with me

when you're through.

You should've seen his face

when I told him about the trust.

It was wonderful.

Well, this time tomorrow,

I'll be dining in the sky room at the airport.

- Where do you think you're going?

- Just dinner with my publisher.

He's flying to the coast on the 13th.

But today is the 13th.

Oh, no. Tomorrow's the 13th.

Friday the 13th.

- Bill, today is Friday.

- What?

Of course, Friday the 13th.

The unluckiest day of the year.

It will be if I miss him.

He's got a contract waiting for me to sign.

- I've got to see him.

- What time does the plane leave?

- 9:
45.

- You can make it.

- I'll drive you, Bill.

- Finish your dinner, I insist.

- I've got my own car outside.

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