Phantom Lady Page #4

You'll come back again, Kansas?

Yes, Scott.

Warden gave permission

for another visitor.

Jack!

Jack Marlow!

Scotty!

Glad to see you!

When did you get here?

Just got in this morning.

I flew in.

Hello, Miss Richman. Glad to see you.

- Hello, Mr. Marlow.

Scotty!

It was such a shock reading

about it way down there.

6000 miles away.

Scott didn't want you to know.

He said your assignment in Brazil

meant so much to you.

Is that part of it?

It's for a park in Rio.

Shows great strength.

What are you working on now?

I haven't worked in months.

Everything in the studio

was done before...

before I went to South America.

If you only knew how much your coming

back means to Scott.

He said there were 3 or 4 people who

could prove where he was that night.

Have you tried them all?

There's only Monteiro left.

She's our last hope. Her show closes

tonight and she's leaving tomorrow.

If we don't get to her,

I don't know what we'll do.

You should go back to Kansas

and get a rest from this!

I can't! I can't think of anything else!

You will wear yourself out.

This is a man's job! - I'm sorry,

but I just can't sit by.

That woman must be someplace

in the city!

One word from her, and Scott would

walk out a free man.

Carol, I'm afraid for you.

- Don't worry about me.

Don't you see that we must get

to this woman somehow!

The murderer would kill her

if he ever found her.

Yes, I think he would.

I suppose he'd even kill me.

Don't say that.

You think I'd care?

You think I'd want to live if Scott...

Yes...

I used to watch you sitting

at your desk...

the way you looked at him.

You saw what they've done to him.

Twisted him. Hurt him so.

He had such plans to build model cities!

Sunlight in every room...

children's' play yards everywhere

for everyone.

He hated to let everyone know

how soft he really was.

He didn't fool me.

Now they've made him bitter and hard.

And he's not that way!

You know that!

I'm sorry I let myself go.

Please don't ever tell him.

It's so desperate for him.

Only 18 days!

I just don't know what to do.

Someone, whoever it is,

always gets there first.

So clever.

There is genius behind such audacity.

- No!

Only madness.

Madness...

is a frightening word.

What else can you call it,

to go on killing?

Perhaps he hates to kill.

Perhaps he feels only horror.

I don't care what he feels!

All I want to do is find that woman!

I backed this show because

I believe in it!

I owe its success to all you too!

After tonight, we go our

separate ways...

and we will carry with us the memory

of a real partnership...

in tinsel and greasepaint!

Bless you and thank you

for making this show a hit!

Now, let's all have fun!

What happened?

- I couldn't get anywhere with her.

Did she recognize you? - She thought I

was one of the stagehands!

If she would only admit that woman wore

a hat like hers, but she's too vain.

I never even had a chance

to mention the subject!

Maybe you used the wrong technique,

Inspector.

I guess I'm not the romantic type!

Miss Monteiro, the airport called and

said they couldn't get reservations...

on the 10:
30 plane.

You'll have to take the 7 o'clock.

It's impossible!

Now how can I get my sleep?

- That's the only reservation available.

Very well. I sacrifice myself.

And you can leave later by the train.

If only we could have gotten

the name of a milliner...

If!

- I'm fed up with that word!

If we knew where it was, if we knew who

made it, if we knew the color...

You never talked like that before.

Ever see a chipmunk running around and

around on a wheel, that's me.

Think I'll get good and drunk!

- That's not a bad idea!

Can I get you something, Carol?

- No thank you.

And Barrymore said to me, "Claude...

you're the greatest Polonius

of your day!"

Really?

Oh, it's you, Mr. Marlow!

You startled me!

The lights aren't working.

I can see she's never been

in a dressing room before.

I could have told you everything has

been moved out.

I thought I'd find something here.

Let's go home.

I never knew how dreary

an empty theater could be.

Coming, Marlow?

- Could you wait a minute?

I haven't had a chance to talk to you.

Poor Carol!

She doesn't know what it means to give

up, does she?

I first I thought it would be a cinch...

just get the lowdown on everybody...

friends, relatives. So I did.

Even you, Marlow.

- I was in mid-ocean at that time.

Yes, SS Vulcania.

Sailed Thursday August 2, 8:30 PM...

Cabin C, middle deck.

Arrived Rio August 15.

What an incredible memory!

- Lot of good it does me.

The fact remains that none of you

could have committed these murders.

Why not?

- You're all too normal.

The murderer must be normal enough...

He's just clever, that's all.

- As all of them are.

Diabolically clever.

Paranoiacs.

That's simply your opinion.

A psychiatrist might disagree.

I've met paranoiacs before.

They all have incredible egos.

Abnormal cunning,

a contempt for life.

You make him sound unbeatable.

- He doesn't worry me.

It's just that there's so

little time left.

Can't ask for help from anyone...

officially.

My hands are tied!

I'll get the murderer sooner or later!

It's always simpler when they're insane.

Are you sure those aren't

sour grapes, Inspector?

Maybe he's more astute than we are,

but to call him...

I'd stake my life on it.

You might lose.

- No, I won't lose.

We used to talk about

the criminal type...

Criminal type, my eye!

It's not how a man looks...

It's how his mind works that

makes him a killer.

Oh come on, do you mean that

all great murders have been...

insane?

- You bet your sweet life!

Do you think the Borgias were normal?

Dr. Crippen?

There was a saint and

a devil rolled into one.

Andrew the Bluebeard,

Jack the Ripper...

Our own gangsters: Legs Diamond,

Babyface Nelson, Dillinger...

Paranoiacs, all of them!

Some day we will have the sense to

train the mind as we train the body...

from birth.

Then they won't need men like me,

and that will be alright too.

What sort of job is this anyway?

Hunting down a madman!

I'm all wound up!

I guess I must be tired.

Let's call it a night, shall we?

Coming, Marlow?

Carol's waiting.

Yes!

You alright?

I've been getting these dizzy spells.

You run along. I'll be right with you.

Don't tell Carol.

She'd only be upset.

Chief, I've been looking all over for

you! We've got to go to Philadelphia.

The Vanselli case! The Commissioner

wants us to go right now.

What's the matter, Chief?

The Vanselli case, what about it?

- We've got to catch the plane!

I can't. I can't go.

- But orders is orders!

Well, I suppose so...

Carol...

I'll try to be back by

tomorrow afternoon.

Promise me that you won't do

anything until then.

There's so much to do...

- Hurry, Chief!

Yes, Tom. Remember, you're not

to do anything until I get back.

Take care of yourself.

Oh, Mr. Marlow...

You better see a doctor about those

dizzy spells.

Bye, Carol.

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