The Seventh Victim Page #2
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- Year:
- 1943
- 71 min
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- Can you?
- Look, sister.
Manhattan is only nine miles long
and four and a half miles wide.
I ain't never been off it.
I know it like...
Like you know your own back yard.
Now you just get me a small retainer,
say, 50 bucks...
...and I get your sister. I guarantee it.
- I haven't any money right now...
...but I'll get a job and...
- Lady, this kind of work costs money.
I gotta cover all the hospitals,
the morgue.
That's the first place you gotta go
and it ain't pleasant, the morgue.
- You know who I am, August?
- Sure, I do.
Then you know if I give you a little advice,
it'll be good advice.
- Yeah, sure.
- That girl was looking...
...for Jacqueline Gibson.
If I were you, I'd forget it.
Okay, Mr. Radeau. It's forgot.
Hey, Danny, get me the file
on Jacqueline Gibson, will you?
- Whom do you wish to see?
- Mr. Gregory Ward, please.
- And what is it about, Miss Gibson?
- A personal matter.
- I was given Mr. Ward's name.
- May I ask who gave you his name?
The morgue.
Do you feel all right?
I feel like an idiot,
fainting in a stranger's office.
We're not exactly strangers, Mary.
Jacqueline spoke about you often.
I suppose she told you about me.
No. At the morgue, they told me
a Mr. Gregory Ward...
...had made inquiries about Jacqueline.
- At the morgue? No wonder you fainted.
- I wish you'd come to me first.
- Then you know who Jacqueline is?
But I'd give a great deal to know.
Why?
I love your sister, Mary.
I love her very much.
It's easy to understand now, isn't it?
A man would look
for her anywhere, Mary.
There's something exciting
and unforgettable about Jacqueline.
Something you never quite get hold of.
Something that keeps
Because I loved Jacqueline,
I thought I knew her.
Today I found out such strange things.
Frightening things.
I saw a hangman's noose
that Jacqueline had hanging, waiting.
Well, at least I can explain that.
Your sister had a feeling about life...
...that it wasn't worth living
unless one could end it.
- I helped her get that room.
- Weren't you afraid?
Afraid she might commit suicide?
People who commit suicide
don't talk about it.
No, that room made her happy...
...in some strange way
I couldn't understand.
She lived in a world of her own fancy.
She didn't always tell the truth.
In fact, I'm afraid she didn't know
what the truth was.
- It's difficult to explain to a youngster.
- I'm not a youngster.
- I can understand.
- Color's returning to your cheeks.
You look as if you were
coming back to life.
Sure you didn't faint
because you were hungry?
- You know, I didn't have lunch.
- Well, it's nearly 6. Time for dinner.
- Thank you. It was a lovely dinner.
- Good.
But I feel guilty. It doesn't seem right for
me to enjoy myself with Jacqueline gone.
Look, you can't make looking
for Jacqueline your life's work.
You've got to do other things.
Live, get some enjoyment out of life.
- I hope you'll let me help you.
- Thank you.
- Good night.
- Good night, Mary.
Miss Gibson, I've been waiting for you.
I want you to know
I decided to take your case.
- Mr. August, I'm not at all...
- Look, don't say a word.
and I'm willing to help you.
I think I know where to find your sister.
- Where?
- Wait a minute. This has a lot of angles.
You've gotta take it easy.
Tell me, do you know a Mrs. Redi?
- Yes, she bought my sister's business.
- That's what she told you.
I looked it up in the Hall of Records.
Your sister deeded her the business...
...as an outright gift.
- Why would Mrs. Redi lie to me?
That's what I tried to find out.
I went to the La Sagesse...
...used a phony health inspector's badge.
They let me go through the works.
All but one room.
That room was locked.
- I'd like to see the inside of that room.
- You think my sister is there?
- Can't tell.
- Can we go there now?
You can't just go breaking into places.
They got a night watchman
and locks on the door.
If she's in there, it won't make
any difference about warrants.
- I want to go there.
- I don't know if...
...if I wanna go with you or not.
Which room is it?
It's the last door at the end of this hall.
You scared?
Yes.
- Let's get out of here.
- No.
You could go on, Mr. August.
You could open the door.
I'd stay right here.
It's only a little way, Mr. August.
We can't stand here all night.
You could go and open the door.
Mr. August, the night watchman.
The night watchman, he's in the salon.
Mr. August, what is it?
What's the matter?
Mr. August.
Do you know where you're going, lady?
You've been to the end of the line
and back again.
I hope you enjoyed the ride.
Please. Please.
I want your help, please.
Those men, don't let them get out.
- What's the matter now?
- One of them has been murdered.
What men?
But they were there.
Oh, yeah?
Extra! Murder, read all about it!
Extra! Murder, read all about it!
Extra! Murder, read all about it!
Extra! Murder, read all about it!
Thank you.
A woman on 52nd Street.
But you do believe me.
I saw him on the floor.
He was cut here.
He was dead, I know it.
And then on the subway I saw him.
White. With the men
holding him up between them.
Yes, of course. But the police would say
you'd probably had a bad dream.
He was a kind little man in his way.
And I made him go down
that hall into the darkness.
I made him do it.
Drink your milk.
I don't like to be ordered to do anything.
Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't intend
to treat you like a child.
- But you have treated me that way.
- I won't do it again.
We're friends. I promise
I'll never order you about again.
However, I won't say
that I'll not take charge occasionally.
And I'm going to take charge right now.
- I have a job for you.
- A job?
Remember you told me
you're good with youngsters?
an old friend of mine, Mrs. Wheeler.
She runs a settlement house
down in the Village.
- She's looking for a kindergarten teacher.
- I'd like that.
It's not much money,
but it'd be enough to live on.
You'd move out of that hotel
to a furnished room.
Maybe the Romaris would have a room.
They seem nice.
- The people at the restaurant?
- Yes.
If you want, I have time to take you
to see Mrs. Wheeler right now.
Yes, sir. Mr. Ward will see you
in just a few minutes.
- Won't you wait, Dr. Judd?
- Thank you.
- Dr. Judd? Are you Dr. Louis Judd?
- Yes.
I read your book in which you wrote
about the cure for drinking.
- You're not a dipsomaniac at your age?
- No, it's...
It's my father.
I wanted to talk to you.
I'm sorry, I don't practice anymore.
I find it easier to write
about mental illness...
...and leave the cure of it to others.
Yes, sir.
Mr. Ward is free now, doctor.
There are other psychiatrists
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