The Naked City Page #4

All stores that carry the line

are being checked.

That's it, Captain.

Very little to go on.

This man Niles - how's his alibi for last night?

He seems in the clear.

So does everyone else

we connected with so far.

So, that means Mr. Henderson

is our only suspect.

Well...

what about this man?

- Think so, Dan?

- Mm-hmm.

Who's he?

McGillicuddy is Dan's name

for any unknown party in the case.

- You mean two men did the murder?

- Maybe there were five.

- All I know is there was more than one.

- How do you know that?

Excuse me. Now look.

This is a bed.

For the moment, I'm an attractive little lady.

How would you force the anesthetic

on me, Mr. Henderson?.

Well, I'd, uh, take the anesthetic -

Uh, I guess the best way

would be to stand behind.

Like this.

Correct. That's the way

one man would do it.

But we just got these photographs.

They show finger marks

on both arms.

That means a man stood behind her

and held her arms with both hands...

while Henderson, or someone else,

applied the anesthetic.

A strong man,

with thick, strong fingers.

And that man was my old, old friend...

Joseph P. McGillicuddy.

You're right, Dan.

Now we have to find two men.

You'll have to find them.

I'm busywith a half a dozen other cases.

- Gentlemen.

- So long.

- Need me anymore?

- No.

? Good-bye, Paddy?

? No matterwhere you roam?

? Don't forget your country

or the ones you left at home?

A heavy case.

? Write a letter now and then?

? And send me all you can?

Say, Dan, there's an old dame outside,

says she can crack the Dexter case.

Have her in.

Are you the officer in charge of

the bathtub murder?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Ah.

- This one?

- Yes, ma'am.

- I can help you solve it.

- Yeah?

Yes. My granddaddy is sheriff

of Tuckahoe County. Mississippi.

Your granddaddy?.

Yes.

I'm only in my 20s, you know.

- And very handsome you are too.

- Yes, I know.

So many men are crazy about me. I -

- I just don't know what to do.

- Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

- Bye now.

- Bye.

Oh, yes.

About your murder -

I almost forgot.

We'll have to have the front tooth

of a hound dog.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Bury it 50 feet from the grave.

Then, on the third night after the first

full moon, the murderer will confess.

Thank you, ma'am.

Prices are awfully high

these days, aren't they?.

- Uh, uh, y-y-yes, ma'am.

- Yeah.

You're sweet.

Bye now.

How much of that

have you had in 38 years?

I couldn't count it.

Every time there's a headline case.

We'll be lucky if there isn't a lot more.

"You're sweet. "

Bye now.

Bye.

The day's work is over now.

People are on their way home.

They're tired.

They're hot. They're hungry.

But they're on their way home.

In the newspapers,

there's a new murder story.

It's hit the headlines.

Full layout of pictures on page three.

It's really quite sensational.

It helps while away the time...

when you live out in Jackson Heights.

Must have had a hard day, brother.

Don't bite your nails, honey.

Very few stenographers are murdered.

Read about that bathtub murder?

I'll say. Some figure that dame had.

Hello, honey.

Bet it was hot in Manhattan today.

I was too busy to be hot.

On a new case.

The subway was a furnace though. Wow.

- You too warm to say hello?

- Mm-hmm.

Got you a nice, cool dinner.

Jellied tongue.

Oh, swell. I'm starved.

Stop holding onto me, will ya, huh? Let me go.

Let me go.

- Where's Billy?

- I put him to bed.

- So early?

- Listen, dear. I'm sorry to tell you this...

but you've got

a nasty job to do before dinner.

- What's the matter?

- Billy has to have a whipping.

- Why?

- He walked right out of the yard...

crossed Northern Boulevard

all by himself...

and went to the park.

Well. Well, I-I'll give him a real talking-to.

Oh, no, you won't.

You'll give him a real whipping, with a strap.

-Just a minute.

- I know you don't believe in whipping a child.

- Well, neither did I until now.

- I -

But do you want Billy run over by a truck?

Look, I've reasoned with him.

I've pleaded with him.

I've threatened him.

But the minute my back is turned,

he's off.

Well, he's a - he's a spunky kid, Janey.

I don't want him to be a dead kid.

- No.

- Go on then.

Get it over with.

Yeah. Yeah. I guess I'd better.

- Right after dinner.

- Jimmy.

Look, honey. I just can't go up

there and take a strap to that boy.

- I have to work up to it a bit.

- You'd think I was asking you to kill him.

If you think it's easy, you whip him.

- Me? That's not a woman's job.

- Why does it have to be a man's job?

- It's always a man's job.

- Who says so?

Hello. Oh, uh, yes, Dan. Yes.

Right. Right away. Sure.

That does it.

I have to meet Muldoon right away.

- Without any dinner?

- Save it for me. I'll grab a hamburger meanwhile.

Oh, I wish you were a -

an ice cream salesman or something.

I don't like this night work.

I don't like it every time

you strap on that gun.

Ifl were an ice cream salesman,

I'd get fat.

- Then you wouldn't like me.

- I don't like you now.

Oh, yes, you do. Well -

Remember. You've got a job to do

before you leave.

- What?

- Billy.

- Oh, I can't stop for that now, honey.

- Halloran, you're a coward.

This is Lieutenant Muldoon.

Mr. and Mrs. Batory,

the girl's parents.

I told her.

I knew she'd turn out no good.

All these young girls.

So crazy to be with the bright lights.

- No bright lights for her now, is there?

- She's at rest now, Mrs. Batory.

No. Her kind of dead don't rest.

What about us? The scandal.

My husband's a gardener. He works for

a banker - a highly respectable gentleman.

He'll get fired now.

I hate her. I hate her.

- Paula.

- Never mind. I hate her. I say it out straight.

So fancy she was.

Even had to change her name.

We'd better go in now.

Would you please follow the nurse.

I do hate her. I do.

I warned her.

A million times I warned her.

I hate her.

I hate her for what she's done to us.

Please tell me if she's your daughter.

Oh! My baby!

My baby! Oh, my baby!

I feel better now.

The ride was good for me.

Are you sure

you want to go home tonight?

- We can get you a room at a hotel.

- We'll go home.

We don't like this place -

this fine city.

You don't know who did it, huh?

Not yet.

Did you ever see this ring?

Your daughter told someone

it came from a brother in India.

We only had her.

No other kids. No boy.

I see. Uh, did your daughter

ever mention a man called Henderson?

We don't know any Henderson.

We haven't seen Mary even for six months.

She was too busy to come see us.

Who knows what she ran around with?

She's dead, Mama. Don't.

A good girl. I swear it.

It's my fault maybe

I didn't do better for her.

When she was 15

she was workin' already.

The five-and-ten-cent store.

Oh, it was hard.

Depression time. Hard.

So what? She's the only one didn't have it easy?

Other people had it worse.

Was that a reason to leave home,

to - to change your name?

Wanting too much.

That's why she went wrong.

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