Union Station

Synopsis: Secretary Joyce Willecombe grows suspicious of two men boarding her train and is referred to 'Tough Willy' Calhoun, head of the Union Station police. The all-seeing, no-nonsense Calhoun is initially skeptical, but the men (who escape) prove to be involved in a kidnap case. Calhoun calls in equally tough police Inspector Donnelly, but the ruthless kidnapper's precision planning stays one jump ahead of them. Most of the action centers around bustling Union Station.
Director(s): Rudolph Maté
Production: Paramount Pictures
 
IMDB:
6.9
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Year:
1950
81 min
93 Views


Don't bother, Charlie!

I'll see you next Friday, Lorna.

You've got 20 minutes to wait,

Miss Willecombe.

- We'll wait with you.

- You will not, you're late enough already.

We should have dropped you

at the doctor's office first.

There's no hurry, he'll tinker

with a dozen instruments.

"Turn your head up and to

the left, Miss Murchison."

"Now to the right, Miss Murchison."

"I don't want to raise any false

hopes, Miss Murchison, but..."

One of these days that "but"

is going to work for me.

Well, you better get started, Charlie.

Maybe this'll be the day.

- I'll phone you tomorrow, Lorna.

- All right, Joyce. Bye!

Oh! Lorna, wait!

I'm still wearing your scarf.

- Thank you. Bye.

- Bye!

Tickets.

Tickets, please!

Riverview next!

All aboard!

Ticket, sir.

Tickets.

Shreveport next!

Conductor, please! There's a

man inside carrying a gun.

Well, maybe he's got a right to

carry it, a lot of people have.

I know. I know. But, he and the other

man were just racing the train in a car!

- Who else saw this gun?

- I don't know, but I certainly did!

People are always seeing things on

trains. I have my tickets to collect!

Aren't you gonna do anything about it?

They might have done something!

Maybe a holdup.

They both got out of the same car and now

they're sitting apart like strangers.

I have 22 years in this job, lady,

and I didn't keep it by minding

my passengers business.

- And as long as people...

- I'd rather not hear anymore lecturing!

- If you don't intend to do anything

about it, I... - All right!

I'll do what the regulations

say I should,

I'll wire ahead and have a cop waiting

for you at Union Station.

I'll get you the head man

himself, Lt Calhoun.

You tell Willy Calhoun about it.

Anything?

- Another crackpot.

- Want me to take it?

No, I'm gonna make the rounds anyway.

Nothing's done right unless

'Tough Willy' does it himself.

- How long you been working here?

- Four weeks tomorrow, Lieutenant.

You need 25 years before you're

eligible for pension!

And you won't make it!

Not if you ever call me Willy.

Not in my station, Manny!

You ought to know better!

I know, Lieutenant.

I thought it was mine.

- Yeah, when did you get out?

- Last Tuesday.

City Police will want to talk to him

about violating parole. I gotta meet 42.

- Look, Lieutenant! Really! Listen, I really

didn't do anything. - Come on. Come on.

- Local 42, Jenny. What time?

- 6:
15. Track 12.

- Can you make the hockey game tonight?

- Swell! What time...

Wish I could go, I'm working.

Oh, no...

I'm getting lucky.

Book the two con men.

- All right. Break it up!

- Hey, what is this?

I beg your pardon!

This is a friend of ours here.

Your attention, please.

The interurban local train number 42,

due at 6:
15 is now arriving on Track 12.

Here's your man, Miss.

Lieutenant Calhoun.

- Hi.

- How do you do?

Let's go inside, take a look at them

where they won't notice us.

What's all this talk about

armed criminals?

- I imagine you think I'm a fool too?

- Please, keep your voice down.

I'm only interested in one thing, Miss.

Armed criminals. What about 'em?

I was coming from my employer's home

in Westhampton and... Here they come!

The man with the suitcase has a gun.

You stay here. I'll be back

for the rest of the story.

The two guys by the mailbox, Eddie.

Tail them.

Well, it may be nothing so watch

yourself, we don't want any lawsuits.

All right, Miss. What's your

name and address?

I don't see why that's quite necessary.

There isn't any reason for me

to get mixed up in this.

There are lots of reasons. You came

to me with this information.

And anyone asking me to stick my neck out

I want to know who's doing the asking.

Just because I was foolish enough

to report something

that any decent citizen would is no

reason for me to get involved!

That's all I am too Miss, a citizen.

Only, I happen to work for

this railroad station.

It's my business to protect my people.

See that they don't get

stuck with lawsuits

by taking information from citizens who

refuse to give their names and addresses.

Now let's start all over like nothing

happened, one citizen to another.

- Your name and address?

- Joyce Willecombe, 1614 Carson.

This is ridiculous!

Any business address?

84 State Street.

Henry O. Murchison Corporation.

Is that the fellow whose house you

were visiting in Westhampton?

I am Mr Murchison's secretary.

All right, let's get on with this.

He put the suitcase in

one of those lockers.

We have to open and inspect

them every 24 hours.

Best place in the city to

get rid of hot stuff.

- Probably where your friend ditched it.

- What? - The gun.

Let's get up to my office,

get the locker open.

Well, there's no gun just a lot of junk.

Looks like we made a mistake.

Lorna Murchison!

Lorna Murchison? What about her?

She's blind! These are her things!

Shattuck's on here, Lieutenant.

Says he lost those people.

Hold it!

You mean this blind girl, this... Lorna

Murchison, might have been kidnapped?

- They must have had her in that car.

- Tell him to come in. - Come on in quick.

- Now what's Murchison's telephone number?

- Westhampton 3-6-6.

- Fred, you better call Inspector Donnelly.

- Right.

The city police won't interfere,

Mr Murchison. You have my word for it.

We'll wait and so will

the federal people.

That's right, sir. We'll wait.

But, I may as well be honest. The people

you have to deal with are liars.

They never keep their word to anyone

about anything, they won't to you.

I'm going to pay them.

Whatever they ask, I'm going to pay.

If they give you that chance, sure.

All I ask is don't protect them.

Promise anything! Try to get your

daughter back but cooperate with us.

I can't discuss that now.

I want you to stay out of

this until I get her back.

When the time comes we'll stay out,

but this isn't the time Mr Murchison

They won't make a move until you

get the key and the instructions.

We're gonna put the suitcase back in the

locker in case one of them returns tonight

to check things, or in the morning when

you're supposed to open the locker.

Now, if that happens,

we'd like your permission to put

the man under observation.

We'll do it quietly. I've got good,

efficient workers here at the station

- The City Police are here.

- I'm sure that we can guarantee...

My daughter. You will

guarantee my daughter?

No, sir. I'm afraid there's

no one that can do that.

Let us handle these people, we worked

together before, we spent our lives at it.

We usually know before the reporters,

we got till the morning.

No, take your time on it Mr Murchison.

Nobody is going to push you.

You're the only one who has the

right to decide, she's your child.

We'll need a full description of what

Lorna wore today, and lots of pictures.

There aren't any.

Not since she lost her sight.

Any kind of pictures. Old photographs

or movies. It'll help us.

Give us a chance to study

physical characteristics.

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Sydney Boehm

Sydney Boehm (April 4, 1908 – June 25, 1990) was an American screenwriter and producer. Boehm began his writing career as a newswriter for wire services and newspapers before moving on to screenwriting. His films include High Wall (1947), Anthony Mann-directed Side Street (1950), the sci-fi film When Worlds Collide (1951), and the crime drama The Big Heat (1953), for which Boehm won a 1954 Edgar Award for Best Motion Picture Screenplay. Boehm was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania on April 4, 1908 and died in Woodland Hills, California on June 25, 1990 at age 82. more…

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