Star of Midnight
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- 1935
- 90 min
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I'll tell you where later.
Alice, can't you at least
tell me where you're going?
It's business, darling.
Don't worry.
I'll either call you
or be back by half past 10:00.
Give me miss markham, please...
Alice markham.
No, markham! Markham!
"M" like in...
Like in "Minneapolis. "
Well, that's absurd!
She couldn't have checked out!
I was... hello?
Hello?
Telegram,
Mr. winthrop.
Oh, thank you.
That was in Chicago
over a year ago.
It's driving me crazy, dal.
I can't find a trace
of her anywhere,
And I've got to find her.
I won't believe
she's dead.
She's probably married and settled
down and has eight kids by now.
Oh, I beg your pardon. That
was only a year ago, wasn't it?
Oh, be serious, dal.
I'm asking you for help.
Nothing doing. I've got enough
trouble with my own women.
No cocktails, swayne.
No, sir?
No.
Very good, sir.
Don't you understand, dal?
I'm still in love with her.
But, Tim, I'm not a detective,
and I don't want to be.
I'm a lawyer
and a very good one.
Just because
I happen to have more fun
Solving cases
than trying them,
My friends all seem to think
that I'm a combination
and the sphinx
All rolled in to one.
Yeah, but you help
so many people out of scrapes.
for a friend.
Well, I'll tell you
what I'll do.
If, in my communings with
the spirits, astral or liquid,
I receive any message or omen,
I'll let you know.
How's that?
Thanks, dal.
What makes you think
she's in New York?
Oh, I don't know.
Seems to me that
if I wanted to lose myself,
New York would be
the easiest place to do it in.
You've been reading
too much o. Henry.
Now, I said no cocktails,
swayne.
You know we're dining
at the coreys'.
Yes, sir, quite.
But if I might suggest...
We're having
cocktails, Tim.
Yes, sir.
I-i think it best.
The gin at the coreys'
is not, uh, authentic.
Thank you, swayne.
Why the third glass?
Miss mantin phoned, sir,
And said that she'd stop for you
on her way to the coreys'.
I was afraid of that.
You'll like this kid, Tim.
She's quite a character.
I've known her
since she was 10.
She ran away from home
when she was 11.
They found her
in my apartment.
She announced that
I'll be careful
of her.
You could go a lot further
and do a lot worse.
It's Mr. tennant, sir,
returning your call.
Hello, tennant.
I thought we'd agreed
That my name wasn't to appear
in your column anymore.
Your name's news, dalzell.
Well, I never bit a dog
in my life,
And I don't want my name
in your column again.
Is that understood?
Wait a minute.
Mary, get the mantin story.
Hold the line, will you?
All right.
Hello, swayne.
Hi, dal.
Hiya, mantin.
Donna mantin,
Tim winthrop.
How do you do?
Delighted to meet
any friend of dal's.
You must come and see us often
when we're married.
Tim, the woman
is a shameless hussy
And a fact distorter.
Have a drink.
Thanks.
Yes, I'm still here.
Here's my lead for tomorrow.
"Bad news
for New York debutantes.
"Clay dalzell
will quit playing the field
To be led to the altar
by Donna mantin. "
Where'd you get that?
Some dame called up
and gave it to me.
Is it true?
Wait a minute.
Did you tell Tommy tennant
that we were gonna be married?
Certainly.
Hmm.
Well, you can't get ruled off
for trying.
There's not a word of truth
in it.
Okay,
then I can use this...
"Donna mantin,
wealthy young socialite,
"Was seen having tea
with Jim kinland,
"Alleged public enemy number 3,
yesterday afternoon.
What does this tnt for two
mean?"
You can't print that.
Why not?
Because I'll trade you
a better one.
Well, listen to this
anyway.
Your hunch
about my connection
With the van duzen
divorce case is right.
You're a white man, dalzell.
The story's dead.
Anything else on your mind?
Yes.
Cut your throat...
An honorable ending
to a risky career.
Swayne, more cocktails.
And make them strong.
Dal, may I have a few words
with you... Privately?
If you'll excuse us,
Tim.
The lady has
no manners.
Well?
Dal, I need help.
I'm in a jam.
I know... kinland.
How did you know about that? Tennant.
I just managed
to kill the story.
Keep on. You'll get yourself
splashed all over the front pages.
I know. I should
Well, how about starting to do
Well, that's
just what I am doing.
You see,
there are some letters.
Oh, I get it.
Good old dal...
He can get the letters back
From the nasty gunman... And
get killed doing it, probably.
Oh, no, you won't, dal.
You're too smart.
Yes? If I were, I'd boot you
out of here right now,
Let you do your own worrying
about your letters.
Dal, please.
Mm.
Say, mind you,
if I do go into this,
I'm only doing it
because of your mother.
She's a nice woman.
Must be terrible for a woman
to have a daughter like you.
My mother
just adores me.
She'd be more to the point
if she spanked you.
I have a mind
to do it myself.
Well,
this will be new.
Well, you asked for it.
Hey, that hurt!
He really does love me.
He just kicked me.
A sure sign.
Oh, swayne, uh...
Get Mr. kinland on the phone
for me, will you?
Mr. Jim kinland, sir?
That's right.
Don't you think dal
ought to marry me, Mr. winthrop?
I'd have lots of money.
And I'd have
lots of headaches.
Always belittling.
Why don't you tell the man
the truth?
When I was 10
and he had a mustache,
He said I was his sweetheart
and he'd wait for me to grow up.
And now...
I shaved off
the mustache.
Mr. kinland
is not at home, sir.
Oh.
Well, you leave word
for him to call me
Just as soon
as he comes in,
Either at the coreys'
or at the prince theater later.
I'll leave my seat number
at the box office.
Are we going to the theater? Yes, ma'am.
Say, Tim, have you seen
this Mary Smith?
No, but I want to. Does she wear that
mask all the time? Well, I don't know.
They say she's never seen
around the theater without it,
And after the show, she
just disappears into the night.
Now, there's something
to conjure with.
Now, a woman like that
captures the imagination...
Mysterious.
Mysterious, my eye.
Your masked marvel
Probably has a wart
on the end of her nose.
Meow.
To the mysterious
Mary Smith.
Kinland?
My apologies
to the hostess.
Oh, dal, don't go. I didn't
realize what I was asking.
Stay here. Give my love to Mary Smith.
Tell her I went to my death
with a smile on my face.
I tell you, ohlman,
I can do you a lot of good.
You're in bad company,
Abe.
Hiya, dalzell.
How's business?
Capacity,
night after night.
That Smith girl is something
every producer dreams about. Yes.
If it wasn't for these
Asking foolish questions
all the time, why...
Well, we know something
that they don't know, hmm?
Clay!
Well, bless me.
Jerry.
You haven't forgotten me.
What do you mean?
You've heard me speak
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