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but when it comes to double-crossing

the Big Boy, you can include me out.

Oh, Larry,

they don't mean anything to me.

Besides, Pierre's disappeared,

and Myron's taking care of Shorty

right now.

- Myron's what?

- He's gone over to Shorty's.

He's gonna tell him to leave you alone.

Why, that crazy kid. Shorty'll kill him.

Well, better him than you, sweetie.

Now, lay off, Rosie.

Why didn't you tell me this before?

It's probably too late, now.

Water. Water.

Thank you.

Let's have it, buster.

What's your racket?

- Who sent you here?

- Did Larry Todd send you?

Come on and talk!

What do you know

about Larry and Rosie?

How long they been going together?

Whose mob you with?

How come you don't pack a rod, buster?

You ever been in the pen?

If you wanna get out of here

in one piece, you'd better sing.

You heard him, ape head. Sing!

- All right, I'll sing.

- And you better make it good.

Just one more chance to

Okay, wise guy, you asked for it.

Which way is 1401?

Straight down the hall

and turn to the left.

Thank you.

- Is that you?

- What?

- No, it's not me.

- I'm very sorry.

It's all right. Forget it.

What a joint.

Hot and cold running gangsters.

So you thought

you'd get away with it, huh?

Somebody tipped the cops.

Myron!

- Oh, this is it.

- This is what?

Don't confuse me.

Oh, Larry, why'd you do it?

Come on, let's get out of here.

There's nothing wrong with you.

Nothing wrong with me?

Everybody bleeds like this?

Come on, let's get out of here.

Oh! Bye.

Back up. Get in there. Quick! Quick!

Get in there, I tell you. Get in.

I just came in to borrow a cup of sugar.

- What is this?

- Don't talk. Especially, don't scream.

If there's gonna be any

hysterics around here, I'll have them.

Put it down, sister.

Put it down and stand still.

Look, if this is another attempt

to scare me into selling the island,

- it just won't work.

- I'm not buying an island, lady.

I'm headed for one.

Don't move.

- Say, you're really terrified, aren't you?

- How can you tell?

I don't mind dying, lady.

It's the preliminaries I hate.

You'd better put down that gun.

The way you're shaking

- you might shoot someone.

- That's the trouble. I already did.

- You did?

- I feel the same way about it, lady.

You better sit down before you collapse.

Thanks. I think my blood's

running the wrong way,

if it's running.

- Who'd you shoot?

- I haven't the faintest idea.

You mean you killed a perfect stranger?

- Nobody's perfect.

- Why'd you shoot him?

- He was shooting at me.

- Oh.

Well, isn't that self-defense?

Lady, when you kill one of Shorty's men,

it's suicide.

You wouldn't be Ramon Cariso,

would you?

Right now,

I'd like to be anybody but Larry Todd.

Stand back! Keep it clear here!

Larry.

All right, photograph him the way he is.

Oh, let me through, please.

Let me through.

- Do you know him?

- Do I know him? My best friend.

I worked with him. I sang with him.

I ate with him.

- And you want to know if I know him?

- Do you?

- No, I don't know him.

- Get out of here!

Come on, people, back up, now.

We got work to do. Come on.

- Is he dead?

- No. He's waiting for a room.

- Gangway, please.

- All right, all right. Come on.

Make room for them.

Let them get the stretcher through here.

You say you never saw

that man before?

- No.

- This woman says

she saw a tall man wearing

a trench coat and a polka-dot scarf

- running down the hall. Is that right?

- I certainly did.

- He ran right down that way.

- And you didn't see or hear anything?

- No, I didn't.

- Oh.

Well, come on, get back to your rooms.

Go on, folks.

Get back to your rooms and stay there.

- Sergeant, are all the exits covered?

- Yes, sir.

Come on, boys, search every room.

You come with me, Thompson.

It's the police.

They're searching the rooms.

Don't give me away, please.

Someday you may have a little boy,

and he'll grow up

- and commit an innocent murder, too.

- But what can I do?

You're going to make me miss my boat.

- Who is it?

- Police.

Quick, get under the bed.

Wait, take this.

Just a moment, please. I'm coming.

Sorry, miss. We're making a check up

of all the rooms,

- trying to locate a killer.

- A killer? What...

- Do I seem like...

- There's nothing personal about this.

- I just want to look around.

- Certainly.

- Is this the bedroom?

- Yes, but there's nobody in there.

There never is. I'll have a look, anyway.

- Miss?

- Yes?

Will you come here a minute, please?

I see your baggage is all out.

You just arriving or leaving?

Oh, I'm leaving.

Taking a boat tonight.

- You've got your ticket, I presume.

- Ticket?

- Oh, yes. It's in there, on the desk.

- I'll have a look.

Oh, I'll get it for you.

Right there in the big brown envelope.

All right, Sergeant,

check the other boys.

Yes, sir.

What's the matter?

Have you lost something?

No. I was just scratching.

Excuse me, Miss Carroll.

Can I get your trunk?

- I'm busy at the moment.

- I know, miss,

but if I don't take it now,

it might not make the boat.

- Is it all right, Officer?

- Sure. Go ahead.

- It's in the bedroom. Lock it first, please.

- Yes, ma'am.

I'm sorry to bother you this way,

but that's the routine.

Oh, it's quite all right,

and I'm sure you'll find your man.

I know one thing.

He'll never get off this floor

unless he jumps.

You can come out now.

Where are you?

- Who are you?

- I'm Myron.

- Where's Larry?

- I said who are you?

Oh, Myron M. Mertz.

Well, what did you do with Larry?

- Myron M. Mertz?

- Yes. The "M" stands for Myron, too.

Your name is Myron Myron?

Yes, you see, when I was a little boy,

I was awful.

And when my mother called me,

she had to say, "Myron, Myron!"

- So it's Myron Myron.

- You're crazy.

- I'm getting the police.

- Oh, no. Don't do that, lady.

You'll get Larry and me in trouble,

and Larry is my best friend.

- Just tell me where he is.

- I don't know where he is.

He's hiding somewhere.

- Mr. Todd!

- Larry!

Larry, come out, wherever you are.

My good dresses,

and I packed them so carefully.

- Good heavens!

- What's the matter?

- My trunk. He's in my trunk.

- Well, let's get him out.

- I'll phone the porter.

- Oh, no, don't do that.

He's got to get out of here somehow,

and the hotel is surrounded.

Well, we've got to get him

out of that trunk. Find it.

It's got my initials on it.

M.C., Mary Carroll.

- Here are the keys and get him out.

- Oh, right.

Wait a minute! Where did it go?

The pier at Pier 54.

I'm sailing for Cuba tonight.

Oh, Larry can't go to Cuba.

He's gotta go to work in a...

Cuba!

Well, the Lieutenant wants to see

you guys right away. Hurry!

Pier 54!

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