Croyez-moi, j'ai passé un très bon moment, ce soir.

Car l'homme qui le recevra est un caissier de grande valeur.

- Donnez-la-lui. - Quelle belle montre !

Lis ce qui est gravé à l'intérieur, Chris !

"en remerciement de 25 ans de loyaux services.

Je n'aurais jamais imaginé posséder une montre pareille.

c'est que nous avons le meilleur patron de New York.

Merci mon vieil ami, que Dieu te bénisse.

Essaie ! Ils sont faits spécialement pour moi.

Je m'en vais mais continuez à vous amuser.

Mais ne revenez pas lundi matin avec une gueule de bois !

Tu n'as pas de parapluie ! Je t'accompagne jusqu'au bus.

J'aime bien marcher dans l'air frais du printemps.

Tu crois que J.J. sort avec cette jeune femme ?

On ne m'a jamais regardé comme ça. Pas même quand j'étais jeune.

Quand on est jeune, on est plein de rêves qu'on ne réalise pas.

Quand j'étais jeune, je voulais être artiste.

- Tu peins toujours ? - Tous les dimanches.

Je déteste les dimanches, je m'ennuie toujours.

Tournez au coin, c'est à quatre rues plus loin.

Je tournais en rond, les rues sont tortueuses à Greenwich Village.

- Je vais chercher un policier. - Attendez !

Il m'a pris 15 dollars, ensuite il m'a agressée.

Je ne veux pas voir mon nom dans les journaux !

Il faut faire une déposition au commissariat.

Ensuite, on a des inspecteurs chez soi pendant des semaines.

Je suis désolée, je ne peux pas vous inviter.

Finalement, j'ai besoin d'un verre. Je vais prendre un cocktail.

Je viens de boire beaucoup de champagne.

Depuis que je vous ai vue, je me demande quel est votre nom.

Ils aiment me taquiner, mais ça m'est égal.

Oui, Mademoiselle... Je veux dire... Kitty.

Écoutez, Kitty... Je pourrais être votre père.

Je voulais vous dire qu'il ne faut pas se promener seule la nuit.

Vous savez tout de moi, parlez-moi de vous.

Bien sûr, vous êtes peintre ! J'adore la peinture.

Je trouvais que vous aviez la tête d'un caissier.

Vous connaissez les petites galeries de la cinquième avenue ?

Une toile comme ça pour 50 000 dollars !

Cézanne ! C'était un grand peintre français.

De telles œuvres de maîtres n'ont pas de prix.

Elles valent ce que vous pouvez payer pour elles.

Je parie que je suis passée devant vos peintures sans le savoir.

La prochaine fois, je chercherai votre nom.

En France ou ailleurs... Je sais rien sur la peinture.

Je parie que vous les vendez mieux en France,

comme un Français les vendrait mieux ici !

On préfère toujours ce qui vient d'ailleurs.

Mais quand je peins, je ne pense pas à l'argent.

C'est le plus grand plaisir que je connaisse.

J'aimerais avoir tout le temps pour peindre.

Vous savez... les affaires prennent beaucoup de temps.

J'imagine... Quand on a tout cet argent !

- Il est seulement 2 h 10. - Seulement !

C'est l'heure d'aller dormir pour Kitty !

- Puis-je vous revoir ? - Oui, un de ces jours.

- Quel est votre numéro ? - Je n'ai pas le téléphone.

C'est juste le petit ami de ma copine Millie...

Celle qui habite avec moi. Bonne nuit, Chris.

On est rentrés à quelle heure ? Après minuit, c'est ça ?

Tu sais, je ne me suis pas encore couché.

Je ne suis pas aussi vieux que j'en ai l'air !

Ce n'est pas une peinture, c'est une photographie.

Après qu'il se soit noyé dans l'East River...

Elle ne voulait pas utiliser l'argent de l'assurance vie,

alors elle a décidé de louer une des chambres.

C'était seulement 24 dollars la semaine.

Je l'ai louée pour économiser afin de pouvoir peindre.

Mais tu sais comment les choses évoluent.

- Où sont tes peintures ? - Dans le couloir.

C'est que... Je vois ce qu'elle a d'unique.

Quand je regarde cette fleur, je vois quelqu'un...

On n'a plus rien de privé dans cette maison.

Tu ne pourrais pas te bouger un peu, paresseuse ?

Si tu veux te réchauffer, va chercher le concierge.

C'est celui qui a volé à mon secours, samedi soir !

Le flic t'aurait arrêté si je ne l'avais pas envoyé ailleurs.

Il est riche et connu, et il est aussi très gentil, Johnny.

Je n'avais que ça et j'avais poireauté 2 heures sous la pluie.

Une fille qui attend un type 2 heures sous la pluie

L'ennui avec toi, c'est que tu n'as aucune imagination.

Tu dis que ses toiles valent des milliers de dollars ?

J'utilise ma tête pour essayer de nous avoir un petit capital.

Tu ne vas pas téléphoner à "machin" pour 50 ridicules dollars !

Je ne peux pas prendre de l'argent à un vieil homme !

Sois gentille. Sois chouette, Paresseuse !

Un tas de types riches n'ont pas mon intelligence...

Moi, je fais les investissements, toi, tu trouves l'argent.

Je ne suis pas en train de parler pour des prunes.

tu pourras ensuite le jeter aux orties !

Je peux avoir 50 ou 100, mais pas ce que tu me demandes.

Je ne sais pas pourquoi je suis si folle de toi.

Inutile de le plumer complètement... Pas au début !

Fais-toi offrir un appartement décent où je pourrais venir te voir.

Ça m'est égal que tu veuilles rester ici seule.

Tu t'inquiètes pour moi bien plus que moi-même !

Roger me l'a laissé pour 18 $. Il est quand même gagnant.

Tu présentes pas des corsets pour le catalogue.

Si ça revient à la mode, j'arrête d'être mannequin.

Pourquoi tu retournes pas travailler ? Tu ne fais rien.

Pas étonnant qu'on t'ai virée, tu es casse-pieds.

Après avoir rencontré Johnny, tu arrivais en retard au boulot.

Tu aimerais bien que ça t'arrive à toi !

Tu pourrais avoir tous les hommes que tu veux !

Ce rouge-gorge chante ce que je ressens.

Aujourd'hui, je me sens comme un enfant.

Combien de temps pour peindre un tableau ?

L'inspiration germe. C'est très important l'inspiration.

Moi par exemple, on ne m'a jamais appris à dessiner.

Mais je laisse ma main traduire ce que je ressens.

Au premier regard, vous vous mettez à aimer.

Vous ne pouvez plus penser à quelqu'un d'autre.

Chaque bonne peinture est une histoire d'amour.

Je n'ai jamais entendu quelqu'un parler comme ça.

Je suis triste aussi de contenir les choses.

Je m'en sortirai, je ne veux rien vous prendre.

Je n'ai jamais pris l'argent des hommes, je ne vais pas commencer.

Si vous louez un appartement, j'y vivrais et vous viendriez y peindre.

Vous voyez ? Vous pourriez faire mon portrait ?

Je ne suis pas le genre de fille à tourner autour d'un mari.

Vous savez, quand vous avez parlé de rencontres...

Que l'on commence à aimer, qu'on ne peut penser à nul autre.

Vous auriez dû me parler de votre femme.

Je devrais... Mais je ne vous en veux pas,

- J'accepte votre aide. - Combien vous faut-il ?

Tu ne gagnes même pas de quoi m'acheter une radio.

Chaque soir, je dois aller en bas pour écouter la radio.

J'économise sur tout, et toi, tu dépenses tout dans ta peinture.

Si seulement il avait une tombe pour que j'aille la fleurir.

Tu ne pouvais même pas me demander en mariage.

J'ai dû t'arracher les mots de la bouche.

Je le supporte parce que je t'ai épousée !

- Je suis coincée ! - Je suis coincé aussi !

Qu'est-ce qui t'arrive ? Pourquoi tu m'insultes ?

Pourquoi me fais-tu des reproches pour une radio ?

Je déteste avoir à descendre pour écouter la radio !

Il avait un bon salaire, il me donnait un bel intérieur.

Débarrasse-moi de tout ça ou ça ira aux chiffonniers !

Elles sont assez mauvaises pour devenir des cartes postales.

Utrillo a fait des cartes postales et c'était un grand peintre !

Et maintenant que tu copies Utri... Comment il s'appelle ?

La prochaine fois, ce sera une femme nue.

"Son bonheur" va commencer, venez tout de suite.

Ça a coupé au milieu de l'émission. Je ne voudrais pas de cette radio.

et se débarrasse du corps en l'envoyant en Californie dans...

On n'a aucune chance avec les inspecteurs de New York.

Tu ne bazarderais pas mes toiles aux chiffonniers, n'est-ce pas ?

Un ami à moi prend un appartement à Greenwich Village.

C'est très lumineux, et c'est au dernier étage.

Il a loué l'appartement pendant trois ans.

Parfois, il dessinait ses modèles sur les murs

Vous pourrez les récupérer si vous voulez.

Estime-toi heureux, vu ce que tu as dépensé hier soir !

Il n'a pas vendu ses peintures depuis longtemps.

Tu l'as eu par la douceur, maintenant bouscule-le.

Tu l'as épinglé, il ne peut plus s'en tirer.

Demande-lui ce que penserait sa femme, si elle savait pour l'appart.

C'est du chantage, seulement si tu te fais prendre.

J'étais sûre que tu serais là à cette heure-ci.

J'ai sonné en bas alors que la porte était ouverte.

La dernière fois que j'ai vu Johnny, il partait pour Hollywood.

J'ai lu dans le journal de cinéma qu'un type a cassé la baraque.

Il n'avait pas d'expérience, il n'avait que sa gueule.

Un acteur gagne 5 à 10 000 dollars par semaine.

Et pour quoi ? Pour rouler les mécaniques, gifler une fille...

- Vous avez du monde ! - C'est Millie et Johnny.

Ravi de faire votre connaissance, M. Cross.

Tu pourrais te faire écraser par un tramway.

Au revoir M. Cross, ravi de vous avoir rencontré.

Je sais, sinon il ne serait pas votre ami.

Je ne désire qu'une chose, être près de vous.

Je sais que je n'ai pas le droit de vous le demander.

Oublions ça. Ce qu'il me faut, c'est un travail.

Je ne voudrais pas vous en demander plus...

Vous disiez que vous n'aviez rien vendu récemment.

Le talent ne compte pas, il faut sortir, trouver des contrats...

Il faut s'habiller, se parfumer, faire bonne impression.

J'emprunterai à Millie ou à son ami Johnny.

J'aime que vous m'aimiez, mais il y a des limites.

Il faut que je parte, je devrais déjà être rentré.

Je vous attendrai, désolée que vous vous en alliez.

Ce zouave doit être camé pour voir des serpents dans le métro !

Tu es sûre que ce n'est pas un charlatan ?

S'il travaillait, il ne gagnerait même pas 50 $ par semaine.

Peut-être pas, mais je vais me renseigner.

Mais où trouve-t-on des fleurs pareilles ?

parce qu'ici, on peut facilement les voler.

Tu auras des ennuis, les galeries connaissent son œuvre.

Je ne supporte pas qu'un autre que toi me touche !

S'il était vicieux, ou s'il m'ennuyait, je l'aimerais mieux.

Tu ne m'aimes pas, sinon tu me comprendrais.

Attendez-moi dehors, j'arrive dans un moment.

Le type qui les a peintes gagne 50 000 par toile.

Où as-tu trouvé ça ? Dans Washington Square ?

Les gens en donneraient à peine le prix de la toile vierge !

C'est l'œuvre d'un artiste de l'East village.

Ramène des bijoux et on fera des affaires.

Remporte ces croûtes où tu les as trouvées.

quelque chose. Mais ils n'ont aucune perspective.

- Où les avez-vous achetés ? - Je les vends.

Les gens n'investissent plus dans l'art, ils n'ont plus de goût.

- Tu connais le prix d'un diamant ? - Je t'ai donné 900 $.

Il a peut-être emprunté, ou économisé... ou il l'a volé !

Volé ? C'est pas son genre, il n'a pas l'envergure.

Si tu l'avais entendu au musée, il parlait et tout le monde l'écoutait.

Il y avait des toiles d'un million de dollars.

Vous savez qui les a achetés ? Janeway !

Et il a acheté les deux, sans regarder les autres.

Et Monsieur voulait me prouver ma bêtise !

Tu vends deux toiles pour deux sous que tu n'as même pas récupérés !

- Que vais-je dire à Chris ? - Il en saura rien.

Ce Janeway est critique ! Il écrit dans les journaux !

Le type a qui je les ai vendues me connaît pas.

Nous cherchons un homme dont j'ignore le nom.

- De quoi parlez-vous ? - De vos toiles !

- Que voulez-vous ? - Savoir qui a peint ces tableaux.

Si vous êtes son ami, aidez-nous à le rencontrer.

Pourquoi acheter des toiles si vous ne connaissez pas le peintre ?

Vous m'embarrassez, je lui ai promis de ne rien dire !

C'est pourquoi j'ai fait semblant de ne rien savoir.

Elle est si modeste ! Personne ne peut voir ses toiles !

À ce que je vois... Vous êtes une grande artiste.

Elle ne supporte pas qu'on parle de ça. Elle trouve qu'ils sont mauvais.

Je vous les ai apportées pour lui donner confiance.

Je savais qu'elles étaient bonnes. J'accepte l'argent.

Je n'aurais jamais cru que c'était l'œuvre d'une femme.

- Votre œuvre est très forte. - Peut-on en voir d'autres ?

Je croyais que c'étaient des flics. Je sais ce que je fais.

- Elle a fait une école d'art ? - Elle a appris toute seule.

Je crois avoir été le seul à l'encourager, à l'aider.

J'aimerais que Mlle March me les cède toutes.

Cela dépend de ce que vous êtes prêt à dépenser.

On devra rediscuter le prix, M. Prince...

Je sais reconnaître l'œuvre d'un homme ou d'une femme.

votre travail est original, il a un caractère masculin.

Combien de temps vous prend un tableau ?

- C'est une très belle comparaison. - Je le vois ainsi.

Chaque peinture, si elle est bonne, est une histoire d'amour.

Pourquoi ne croyez-vous pas en votre œuvre ?

Je laisse ma main traduire ce que je ressens.

M. Dellarowe veut l'exclusivité sur toutes les toiles.

Vous êtes de bon conseil. Je suis ravi que vous soyez son ami !

Je vois que vous êtes fatiguée, ça suffira pour ce soir.

Tu as été convaincante, il te mangeait dans la main.

Il veut simplement prendre le temps de te parler d'art.

Si j'avais plus de jugeote, je te plaquerais !

Je ne fais que passer, je croyais que Millie était là.

Vous avez un problème avec les perspectives ?

Ça m'a toujours échappé... la perspective.

Dis à Millie de me rejoindre au tennis. Ne te dérange pas.

C'est un type bien, je ne sais pas pourquoi tu ne l'aimes pas.

Peins si tu veux, je ne reste pas là si tu m'ennuies !

Laisse-moi tranquille ! Je vais dîner dehors !

Pourquoi venir pleurer ici ? Je ne t'ai pas appelé !

Je ne peux pas, je ne peux rien faire quand tu es fâchée.

Je suis désolée, mais pourquoi revenir sur le passé ?

Il vaudrait mieux que ta femme ne t'entende pas !

Bien sûr que je t'épouserais, mais tu n'es pas libre.

Alors n'en parlons plus. Tu ferais mieux d'aller peindre.

Je suis allé chez le boucher. J'ai acheté un morceau de foie.

Depuis quand connais-tu Katherine March ?

Calme-toi. Je t'aide à retirer ton manteau ?

Tu prétends être l'auteur de toiles que tu copies sur une vraie artiste.

Tu as dû passer ton temps devant la galerie !

Je me disais qu'il y avait quelque chose dans ton travail.

je dis à cette femme que tu lui voles ses idées.

Janeway dit que tes dernières toiles sont les meilleures.

et maintenant, il parle de petit-déjeuner

Ça t'arrange toi, mais moi, il m'énerve.

peut-être auras-tu une jolie bague de diamants !

Que font mes peintures à la galerie Dellarowe ?

Je ne suis pas en colère, je ne comprends pas.

Je sais que je n'aurais pas dû les signer,

mais le vendeur voulait connaître l'auteur.

Maintenant je ne peux plus lui dire le contraire.

Maintenant que tu le sais, ça ne fera aucune différence.

C'est drôle, mais si, ça fait une grosse différence.

Si je les lui avais montrées, il ne les aurait pas prises.

M. Dellarowe l'a dit et M. Janeway aussi.

Ça me donne un peu d'autorité dans cette maison.

Tu sais comment on va l'appeler ? "Autoportrait" !

C'est la première fois que je vous approuve, Janeway.

J'ai trouvé le peintre aussi fascinant que sa peinture.

À Mona Lisa sans le sourire... Un mystère.

On dirait qu'elle est deux personnes à la fois.

Je l'ai mentionné dans ma critique. Vous voulez la lire ?

M. Cross, il y a un homme dehors qui veut vous voir.

Il n'a pas dit son nom, il dit qu'il est inspecteur.

- C'est vous l'inspecteur ? - Je l'étais, M. Cross.

Ressaisissez-vous, je vais vous expliquer.

J'avais des problèmes d'argent, à l'époque.

Je prélevais un peu d'argent aux bars clandestins.

J'essayais d'arranger les choses dans un bar du pont de Brooklyn...

Un homme a dit qu'une femme venait de sauter dans le fleuve.

J'ai couru, enlevé mon veston, j'ai plongé...

Et me voilà nageant dans le noir. Je lui tenais la tête...

J'ai entendu un remorqueur, juste au-dessus de moi.

Ensuite, une péniche est passée, j'y suis monté.

Alors que je croyais avoir attrapé son chapeau !

Et dans le portefeuille, il y avait 2 700 $.

Qui peut se suicider avec tout cet argent ?

La péniche versait son charbon sur un bateau qui partait au Honduras.

je ne suis pas réellement marié à Adèle.

Vous êtes caissier, vous pouvez avoir de l'argent facilement.

Je ne pourrais pas faire une chose pareille.

Et n'allez pas imaginer que vous allez avoir la paix !

Elle vous laisserait tomber pour un type comme moi.

Il faut attendre ici, jusqu'à la fermeture à 18 h.

J'aimerais bien voir des flics à ma poursuite.

Je peux vous donner tout ce que vous méritez !

Adèle a touché 2 000 $ sur votre assurance-vie.

Au fond, c'est votre argent, n'est-ce pas ?

Je ne toucherai pas un sou de cet argent.

Mais vous, vous le pouvez. Ce serait légal.

Je vous laisserai entrer. Vous prenez l'argent.

Je dois pouvoir lui dire que je n'y ai pas touché.

Si elle ne sortait pas et que j'arrivais...

Pourquoi murmurez-vous ? Pourquoi tout est éteint ?

Là, dans le dernier tiroir de la commode.

- Tu mérites une raclée. - Je savais pas qu'il viendrait.

- Je comprends pas. - Tu comprends rien !

Pourquoi je cogite pour une idiote pareille ?

- Ne parle pas comme ça. - J'en ai assez de toi !

Le chemin des pécheurs est parsemé de pierres.

Je me doutais qu'il était au bistrot. Il était saoul ?

Ce n'était qu'une dispute, on ne peut pas vivre l'un sans l'autre.

Ce n'est pas la peine de me prévenir, il ne fait que parler.

Arrête ! Johnny ne tuerait pas une mouche.

Il ne te laisse pas tranquille, c'est ça ?

- Pour te demander de m'épouser. - Et ta femme ?

Je sais ce que tu ressens, mais tout est fini maintenant.

Peu importe ce qui est arrivé, je peux t'épouser maintenant.

Je veux que tu deviennes ma femme, on partira ensemble.

Depuis que je t'ai rencontré, j'ai envie de te rire au nez !

Tu es vieux et dégoûtant et tu me rends malade.

Toi, tuer Johnny ? J'aimerais voir ça. Il te taillerait en pièces !

MEURTRE AU PIC À GLACE À GREENWICH VILLAGE

Quand la police a appelé, je n'y ai pas cru.

- On a été prévenus par téléphone. - Par un certain Higgins.

Avant votre arrivée, j'ai vérifié le livre de comptes.

Vous avez fait votre boulot, merci à vous.

Il y a une boîte de cigares sur la table, prenez-en.

C'est à vous aussi, il y a vos initiales dessus.

Ils ont peu de valeur, mais il filait avec.

Et pourquoi pas ? Elle n'en avait plus besoin.

Écoutez, je veux un avocat ! J'y ai droit !

C'est Cross qui était l'artiste peintre.

Il m'a dit que Mlle March en était l'auteur.

Elle m'a dit qu'elle était artiste quand elle a loué l'atelier.

Je ne l'aimais pas alors et je ne l'aime toujours pas.

Il a dit qu'il lui réglerait son compte en quittant le bistrot.

C'est ce que je lui ai dit : "Tu vas tuer quelqu'un."

Avant de raccrocher, elle a dit : "Bonjour, Johnny."

Je ne comprends pas cette histoire d'artiste,

J'ai comparé les signatures, il n'y a aucun doute.

Il ne faisait que copier. C'est un voleur !

Il m'a volé, il a volé ses employeurs et Katherine March.

Mes copies étaient si mauvaises que je les ai détruites.

LE TUEUR AU PIC À GLACE SUR LA CHAISE ÉLECTRIQUE

Je vous présente des collègues journalistes.

Je n'aime pas les exécutions, mais celui-là ne l'a pas volé.

Vous avez condamné Johnny en disant que vous ne peigniez pas.

Personne n'a condamné Johnny si ce n'est lui-même.

Salir le nom de cette fille a été son arrêt de mort.

S'il s'était tu, il aurait pu sauver sa peau.

Il n'y avait que des preuves indirectes.

- Le procès était équitable, non ? - Il reste toujours un doute.

Vous êtes de ceux qui diront que c'était une erreur judiciaire ?

Aucun meurtrier ne peut échapper à son crime.

Riez si vous voulez mais personne n'échappe à la punition.

Le meurtre ne résout jamais rien. N'est-ce pas, les gars ?

Le problème est que ça reste là ! Ça reste à l'intérieur.

Alors que fait-on ? On finit par se punir soi-même.

Vous n'avez pas vu autant de meurtriers que moi.

Je préfèrerais être condamné par un juge plutôt que par moi.

Je suis innocent ! Je vous dis que je suis innocent !

Il faut me croire. Donnez-moi une chance !

parce qu'il était malsain et que tu étais pure !

Je t'ai dit de ne pas dormir ici. Tu connais le règlement.

Il croit avoir assassiné un couple il y a 6 ans !

Pour 10 000 $, je ne pense pas qu'il vous manquera.

Well boys, I hate to break up a good party...

but you can't keep a woman waiting, can you?

- You know how it is, boys. - Yes we do, Mr. Hogarth.

- That's right, JJ. - I'll say you can't, JJ.

I see you can all understand, all right.

Well believe you me, boys, I've had the time of my life tonight.

the man I'm giving it to is a 14-karat 17-jewel cashier.

- That's a beautiful watch, JJ. - It's wonderful!

...in token of 25 years of faithful service,...

- Speak up, Chris, speak up. - Come on, Chris, speech!

I never expected to own a watch like this.

Congratulations, old boy, congratulations!

Thank you, Chris. Thank you, my old friend.

- Have a smoke before I go. - Well, I... don't usually, JJ.

It's made special for me. A dollar apiece.

You're not supersticious, are you, Chris?

Now don't break up a good party, just because I've got to go.

only don't come in late Monday morning with a hangover!

- Aren't you a lucky dog. - I'll treasure this for the rest of my life.

- If I had his dough, I'd step out too. - Must be a load of laundry tonight!

There's nothing like the smell of spring.

It gets me to Brooklyn a little quicker.

Hey, you haven't got an umbrella! No, I'll take you to your bus.

- No, it's out of your way. - I don't mind walking.

No, I don't mind waiting, I feel kind of lonely tonight.

You suppose JJ is running around with that young lady?

- I wonder what it's like. - What, Chris?

You know, nobody ever looked at me like that, not even when I was young.

Yes, when we're young we have dreams that never pan out...

When I was young, I wanted to be an artist.

I dreamt I was going to be a great painter someday.

- Do you still paint? - Yes, every Sunday.

You know, Sunday is the one day of the week I don't like.

- Why don't you come over tomorrow and see me? - Thanks, Chris, I'll do that.

- Good night, Chris. - Good night, Charlie. See you tomorrow.

- It stopped raining. - Yeah, half an hour ago.

Which way is it to the East Side subway?

These streets are all mixed up in Greenwich Village. - Yeah.

- I'll go call a policeman. - No, wait... wait!

- Where did they go? - In that direction.

- What does he look like? - I don't know.

- I didn't see his face. - He took 15 dollars.

He didn't believe it was all I had, so he began pushing me around...

and this gentleman ran in and knocked him down.

That's right, Officer, he was right there.

I don't want to get my name in the newspaper, do you?

We'll have to go down to the station house and make a complaint.

And every time they make an arrest, they send a detective to your house...

Well, sure... that is... if you think that...

I share my apartment with another girl, Millie.

- Glad to know you, Mr. Cross. - How do you do.

- Two coffees, please. - I think I changed my mind.

Well, you see I've already had a good deal of champagne...

You know, ever since I first saw you I was wondering what your name was.

since I'm old enough to be your father...

you shouldn't be alone in the street so late at night.

- You're an actress! - Oh, you are clever!

Now that you know all about me, tell me about yourself.

Well let's see, Greenwich Village is full of artists...

- Yes, yes, I paint. - Of course, you're a painter.

You know those art galleries on Fifth Avenue?

I saw one little picture that cost 50,000 dollars.

Well, you can't put any price on masterpieces like that.

Whatever you can afford to pay for them.

You know what, I bet I saw some of your pictures there and didn't know it.

I bet you sell your pictures in Europe, France or some place like that.

You can tell I don't know much about painting.

I bet you get as much for your pictures in France

as those Frenchmen get right here in New York.

You're never appreciated in your own country.

But you know, when I paint I don't think of money.

Yes, I think it's the most fun I know, painting.

- But don't you have time? - No, I... well... yes...

- Can I see you again? - Sure, sometime.

- Well, if you give me your telephone number... - I haven't got a phone.

Oh sure, he's just a fella I know, he's Millie's boyfriend.

You know, the girl I live with? Good night, Chris.

- This is a pleasure! I didn't expect to see you, Charlie! - But you asked me.

That was a swell party last night, wasn't it, Charlie?

I guess I might as well act as drunk as I thought I was, eh Charlie?

Oh, I've got to do the dishes for Adele.

- You don't mind, Charlie, do you? - No, no, go right ahead.

Great Scott, no! That isn't painting, that's mud.

Detective Sargeant Higgins, Homer Higgins.

She didn't want to spend his insurance money, so she

Well, I was trying to save money to buy paints,

- Would you like to see what I did today? - Yes, I'd like to.

You mean you see this when you look at... that?

Well, yes... that is, I sort of feel it.

You see, when I look at that flower, I see someone...

Is there anything private in this house?

Can't you get those lazy legs off that couch, maybe?

That's all you think about, Lazy Legs, hmm?

If you want more heat in this apartment, Miss...

- you'll have to call a janitor. - You idiot.

How come you're holding out on me, Baby?

I'm not talking about Saturday night... I'm talking about this.

It sounds like a schoolboy trying to make a date.

That's the old fellow who came to my rescue Saturday night... My hero!

See? You were too tight to remember anything.

If I hadn't told the cop to go in the wrong direction he'd have picked you up.

He's rich and famous and very sweet too, Johnny.

He doesn't pull any rough stuff like you.

Why, I had a chance to clean up in a crap game.

And what did you show up with? 15, for cat's sake.

Besides, you kept me waiting two hours in the rain.

- And then you gave me a dirty look. - I didn't give you a dirty look.

Any girl who waits 2 hours in the rain for a guy is gonna give him a dirty look

Trouble with you, baby, is you have no imagination.

- What do you expect me to do? - I expect you to use your brains.

For cat's sake this chump is crazy about you!

This is a set-up. He's in the big money, isn't he?

And here I am, knocking my brains out, trying to raise a little capital...

I can't take money off an old man like that!

Why, I see fellas in the big dough without half my brains...

You gotta have money to make money. Capital!

cut me in on a half-interest if I can put up the money.

- How much do they want? - Three or four thousand.

For cat's sake, I'm not talking about chicken feed!

You get an interest in a business like that...

and it's a cinch to squeeze out your partners.

Oh, I can get 50 or a hundred perhaps, but I can't get

the kind of money you're talking about, I wouldn't know how.

- Johnny, where are you going? - Where I won't be wasting my time.

I don't know why I'm so crazy about you.

You don't have to tap the old chump for much...

Someplace where I'll like to come and see you, not a dump like this.

- May I come in to my own apartment? - Hello, Funny Face.

- Stop picking on my fiancé. - How do you spell that word?

That was the general idea, Big Shot, when we signed the lease.

I don't mind if you want this place to yourself.

- What's he mean by that? - Oh, nothing. You know Johnny.

Has he bought you that engagement ring yet?

You seem to worry more about it than I do.

Only Roger let me have it for 18. He said he made a profit at that.

I thought you said you were modeling girdles for the catalog?

If corsets ever come back, I swear I'll quit modeling.

With that figure, if you weren't so darn lazy...

Who do you think you are, my guardian angel?

Not me, honey. I lost those wings a long time ago.

No wonder you got fired, you're so darn snippy.

With a man who pushes you around the way I wouldn't push a cat around.

With your looks and figure you could get any man you want.

Yeah, and he's making a tramp out of you.

You wouldn't know love if it hit you in the face!

If that's where it hits you, you ought to know!

Look, there's a pair of them up there, they're building their nest.

Could I bring my easel to your apartment?

I'm afraid my girlfriend wouldn't like that.

How long does it take you to paint a picture?

You know, that's the important thing... feeling.

Now you take me, nobody ever taught me how to draw,

so I just put a line around what I feel when I look at things.

First you see someone, and then it keeps growing...

The way I look at things, that's all art is.

Every painting, if it's any good, is a love affair.

I never heard anyone talk like that before.

...there aren't many people you can talk to this way.

You walk around with everything bottled up.

I'm sort of keeping things bottled up too, Chris.

- You, Kitty? - You probably guessed it...

Even this dress belongs to Millie, I can't pay my rent.

- It'll spoil your day. - Oh, but Kitty...

I couldn't take anything from you, Chris.

- Well, no... yes... I mean... - No, no, I couldn't.

I've never taken money from a man and I'm not going to now.

And I'm not going to spoil our friendship.

If you put up the money for a studio apartment,

then I'd have a place to live, and you could paint there. Don't you see?

- There's something I've got to tell you, Kitty. - What?

You know I'm not the kind to run around with a married man, don't you?

You know what you said about meeting someone?

You should have told me you had a wife, Chris.

- Yes, but I'm not in love with her, Kitty. - Well, you married her.

I was lonely, I couldn't stand my loneliness.

Why, I suppose I ought to be, but I'm not.

Well, write to that old skin-flint Hogarth

You don't even make enough money to buy me a radio.

I have to run downstairs every night to listen to the radio.

I'd like to know what you'd do without me...

If only he had a grave where I could put some flowers.

I had to put the words into your mouth. I'd have been better off a widow.

The only reason I put up with you is because I'm married to you...

Then what's the matter with you? Why are you shouting at me?

You keep blaming me for not buying you a radio.

You think I like running downstairs every night to listen to the radio?

- Why don't you buy a radio? You have money. - His insurance money?

Well, I don't want a radio, you want it.

I'll never touch those bonds. They're for my old age.

He made a good salary. He gave me a good home.

Well, you're living in the same apartment, aren't you?

And all your silly pictures cluttering up the hall...

It was bad enough when you used to copy picture postcards.

Well, Utrillo copies postcards, and he's considered a great painter.

And now I suppose you're copying Utrillo or whatever his name is?

And you're getting crazier all the time... Oh, yes.

Next thing you'll be painting women without clothes!

I never saw a woman without any clothes.

The Happy Household Hour's just coming on, dear.

I'll be right down, Dora. Mr. Cross came home late.

brought to you at this time by Happy Hour Bubble Suds.

more washings and more suds per package,

Ask your nearest grocer for the large economy-size package today.

And now for the next episode of 'Hilda's Hope for Happiness'.

As you remember, we left Hilda in the laundry...

No. Didn't you... didn't you like the radio?

It went off right in the middle of a program. I wouldn't have such a radio.

A man killed his wife with a window weight...

put her body in a trunk and shipped it to California.

- It says here... - I read the paper, thank you.

Yeah, a man hasn't got a chance with these New York detectives.

Can't you put that paper down and do the dishes?

about giving my paintings away to the junkman?

in Greenwich Village, I'll move everything there.

Well, if he's fool enough to let you do it...

- Go ahead. The sooner the better. - Yes.

Top floor. You'll get plenty of light. Lots of privacy.

You heard of Tony Rivera, the illustrator?

He had this apartment on a three-year lease.

when he was working on a magazine cover.

Some people would pay a lot of money for those.

150. There are some things that Rivera left here stored in the basement.

They go with the apartment if you care to use them.

I'm lucky I have that left, the way you were throwing it around last night!

You're supposed to be an actress, aren't you?

You know where to get more, don't you, Lazy Legs?

Told me he hadn't sold any pictures for a long time...

- Ouch! - Well, you've got him softened up...

He seems to get scared when I talk about money.

Listen Baby, you've got him right where you want him.

- He can walk out, can't he? - He's got a wife, hasn't he?

Just drop a hint that his wife might find out about this apartment...

- Is that him? - Told you I heard the doorbell.

- I thought you were mad at me. - Peace offering...

I didn't think you were out, it's only 10 past 12.

I rang and rang downstairs and then I found the door was open.

You're doing all right for a working girl.

You must have made a killing in Wall Street, Mr. Prince...

The last time I saw Johnny he was talking about going to Hollywood.

I read in a movie magazine about a fella who landed in Hollywood stone broke...

and cleaned up a million! No experience, either.

All he had was looks, and he worked in a drugstore.

If he worked, Johnny, he didn't look like you.

- Will you two stop fighting? - I'm not fighting, Baby.

For acting tough, for pushing girls in the face.

I brought over some of my things, Kitty.

- Oh... You have company. - It's just Millie and Johnny.

- John...? - You know, Millie's boyfriend.

Millie, this is a friend of mine, Mr. Cross, Miss Ray.

- How do you do, Miss Ray? - Pleased to meet you, Mr. Cross.

- And... Johnny Prince. - Glad to know you, Mr. Cross.

Seems to me I've seen you before somewhere...

I just don't seem to remember... Maybe I'm mistaken.

- Well, I have to run along, kid. - I'll go with you, sweetheart.

I wouldn't think of letting you go alone... Darling!

- Thanks for the scotch, Millie. - That's okay... Bye!

I don't think I like that young man she's in love with.

Oh, I know he is, or he wouldn't be a friend, but...

- There's something about him that... - She's crazy about him!

Would you... Would you like to see my pictures?

- For the first time in my life. - Very happy?

I know I haven't any right to ask you this, but...

Well... there must have been other men who...

- if I had no wife... - But you have a wife!

Well... if something would happen that would make me free...

What I'm worried about is getting a job.

I don't like to ask you for anything more

because... well, you say you haven't sold any pictures lately.

Yes, but... don't you have enough money?

You have no idea what a problem money is for an actress, Chris.

Talent doesn't count in the theatre. Everything is pull!

You have to get an agent... they charge plenty...

- Wear smart clothes, be attractive. - But Kitty, you're beautiful!

It's clothes, perfumes, making the right impression.

Why, an actress needs 1000 dollars just to get a decent wardrobe.

Maybe I can borrow it from Millie. Or her boyfriend... Johnny.

Oh... No, no, no, Kitty. Not from Johnny.

I really believe you're in love with me.

I like you to like me... well... there's a limit.

I've got to go, I'm supposed to be back...

I'll be waiting for you. I'm sorry you have to go...

- Don't forget the money! - I'll get it.

Imagine anyone paying money for this stuff?

- You're right there. - Then how did he get all the money?

Why, if he had to work for a living, he couldn't make 50 dollars a week.

Maybe not, but I'm gonna find out about it.

But where would you find flowers like that?

And what do I do when he asks where they are?

You can't leave valuable paintings lying around

You'd get in trouble. Any gallery would know his work!

He tried to kiss me today... and don't think I liked it!

Johnny... I can't stand to have anyone touch me but you.

I hate him when he looks at me like that!

If he were mean or vicious or if he bawled me out I'd like him better.

I'm about through, Ben, you can let me out in a minute.

Cash this for me, will you, Chris? It's personal.

The fellow who paints those gets 50 grand for a single picture!

Where'd you pick them up... over in Washington Square?

The Village long-hairs are peddling junk like that...

These weren't painted by any Village long-hair!

And that snake is strictly from the Bronx.

This fellow lives in Brooklyn. He's famous!

Nick, I've brought you stuff before and you never asked for any name on it.

That was jewelry! Bring me some more of that and we can do business, Johnny.

Take this junk back to Washington Square where you got it!

- Is that important? - I should say it is!

- How much do you think they're worth? - I always start everything at 25.

Then... you know, it's a hard business selling pictures.

No appreciation, no taste, no perception...

- You know how much a good diamond costs? - I gave you 900 dollars.

You've been telling me what a dope the old guy is...

He told you his paintings are worth a lot of money...

- Did you check up on his story? - What's wrong with it?

They're worth just 25 bucks apiece! That's what's wrong with it.

- If I weren't a gentleman... - Well don't get sore!

He could borrow dough, or have it stashed away...

Well he didn't get it from his pictures.

The day he took me to the museum he explained to me how everything was done.

You should have heard him. People stood around and listened.

Yipe! They've got pictures there worth a million bucks.

I'm going to make a money out of you, Lazy Legs.

You can't take his pictures to the museum!

- Don't you know who Mr. Janeway is? - No.

The best authority in New York on Modern Art.

He told me to telephone him. You wait here, eh?

You're the Mr. Fix-It who was gonna make a monkey

So you gave away two pictures for a couple of dimes...

- and now you can't collect the dimes. - Oh dry up!

- What am I gonna tell Chris? - He won't find out.

The heck he won't! That Janeway's a crític...

Golly, you got us in a spot. I told you not to do it!

The old guy that sold them doesn't know me from Adam.

we're looking for a man, and I'm afraid we don't know his name.

Perhaps we'd better introduce ourselves: My name is Janeway.

- This is Mr. Dellarowe. - How do you do?

We'd like to find out who painted the pictures.

- You don't know? - Of course they don't know!

Look, if you're a friend of the painter,

you'll put Mr. Dellarowe in touch with him.

Why'd you buy those pictures if you didn't know who painted them?

- Because they're good. - Who painted them?

That's why I made out like I didn't know.

Never lets anyone see it. Doesn't even put her name on her pictures!

You're an extraordinary artist, Miss March.

She can't stand for anybody to talk about her.

She got the idea her pictures weren't any good.

to give her confidence... I knew they were good.

I never would have guessed it was a woman.

Nor I... You're work is very strong, Miss March.

- May we see some more of it? - Sure... go ahead!

For cat's sake, I thought they were cops!

I know what I'm doing... they don't know from nothing.

You always wanted to be an actress... Now's your chance.

You've been around the old boy long enough to pick up his lingo...

Feed Janeway some of that... I'll get him in here alone with you.

- Never went to art school, did she? - No, she just picked it up...

Helping her along... as a friend... You know, just a friend.

I wonder if Miss March would let me have all of these?

Prices will have to be built up, Mr. Prince, but...

But you fooled me completely, Miss March.

Your work is not only original, but has a masculine force.

How long does it take you to paint a picture?

- You can't tell, it has to grow. - Of course.

The way I look at it... Every painting, if it's any good, is...

I can see you're going to be a very hard case.

Why don't you have confidence in your work?

You're a very stimulating person to talk to.

handle all your work exclusively... Is it all right?

Could you come to the galleries tomorrow?

- What time? - Any time that's convenient.

I'm glad you're around, Mr. Prince, to make up her mind for her.

- Good night, Mr. Dellarowe. - Good night.

but you've got him eating right out of your hand.

- Well, what's the difference? - If you mean...

Let him talk about what he wants to talk about, and he won't talk about art.

Right here... just like you'd sign a letter.

- Chris! - Oh, Kitty, I happened to be in the neigh...

Say, I hope you don't mind me looking at your picture?

You have a little trouble with perspective, don't you?

Yes, that's one thing I could never master: Perspective.

If Millie drops in, tell her I'll be at Tiny's place.

- I don't like him. - Johnny's all right He's a nice fellow, Chris. Really he is.

Oh for heaven's sake, won't you ever forget that?

- Kitty... - Go ahead and paint if you want to...

I'm not going to stick around if you're going to torment me!

Oh, leave me alone, I'm going out for dinner!

Why do you come here if you want to quarrel? I didn't ask you to come here!

I can't do a thing when you're angry with me.

why do you torment me about something that's over and done with?

You better not let your wife hear you talking like that.

Of course I'd marry you if you were free, but...

You're not, so... Let's not talk about it. Now you go on and paint.

Well, I was going to do this myself, but...

I dropped over to the butcher shop like you told me to.

How long have you known Katherine March?

- I don't know what you're talking about. - How long have you known her?

Well now, don't get excited, let me help you off with your coat.

You're the one who's excited... Look at you! And keep away with that knife.

- I don't know what you're talking about - Don't lie to me!

Pretending you painted those pictures out of your own head and all the time...

you were just copying the work of a real artist.

I'll bet you're at Dellarowe's every day making notes!

They've got a window full of paintings by Katherine March.

She gets 500 dollars for a single picture. She's a genius!

there was something in your work... Now I know why!

If you ever do any more painting around here

Hogarth had better watch out... Or next thing you'll be stealing his money!

Wasn't I right about Janeway, Lazy Legs?

I been out to dinner with him three times this week

but what about the wear and tear on my nerves?

How did my pictures get into Dellarowe's window?

No I'm not angry, I just can't understand.

I needed money. They were going to take the furniture back!

I couldn't ask you for more, you've been so generous.

I just couldn't! So I sold some pictures.

I know I shouldn't have put my name on them but

Mr. Dellarowe wanted to know who painted them

Now I can't tell him different... can I?

The funny part is that it didn't seem to make any difference.

Yes, well the funny part is it made a great deal of difference.

If I'd brought those pictures to a man like Dellarowe

Mr. Dellarowe said so and so did Mr. Janeway.

- they say I am. - Well they're gonna keep on saying it.

I'm happy!... Why, it's just like a dream.

What difference does it make whose name is on those pictures...

Well, that gives me a little authority around here.

I want to paint your picture, Kitty. How about it?

Know what we're going to call this? "Self-Portrait".

DELLAROWE GALLERIES EXHIBITION OF KATHERINE MARCH

Well! This is the first time that I've ever agreed with you, Janeway.

I find the painter even more fascinating than her paintings.

Mona Lisa without the smile... Something hidden.

Sometimes it seems as if she were two people.

I mention that in my notice... would you care to see it?

Mr. Cross, there's a man outside who says he wants to see you.

- You the detective? - Well, I used to be, Mr. Cross.

Keep your head. I'll explain everything.

Well, I was in trouble at the time, I'd been...

collecting a little money from the speakeasies along the waterfront.

One night I'm down by Brooklyn Bridge...

So I run out and tear off my coat, jump in...

The way I felt, I'm hoping I don't come up again.

Well, there I am, swimming around in the dark...

I had hold of her hat once... the next thing I know, I'm all tired out.

I heard a tugboat whistle, and right down on top of me...

I look down at my hand, and what do you think I got?

That's what I grabbed ahold of when I thought it was her hat!

And inside is 2700 dollars in folded money!

Imagine anyone committing suicide with that much money!

Well the coal barge unloaded on a banana boat...

bound for Honduras... Well, I went with it.

Then I'm not really married to Adele, am I?

Wait a minute. I can see you need Adele. I need money.

it ought to be easy for you to get your hands on a couple of thousand...

Well, I... I... I couldn't do a thing like that.

And don't think you're gonna get any peace of mind, either.

She'd kick you out in a minute for a man like me.

I can't get it until after we close at six o'clock.

- Hello, Johnny. Hello, Kitty. - Hiya, Marchetti!

Nice car you have, Johnny. She go fast, eh?

I'd like to see any cop trying to catch me.

Say, I'll give you four bits for a bucket full of that ice...

Don't you think your wife's more than that?

Look, I want you to get all that's coming to you, Mr. Higgins.

Adele collected it. It's really yours, isn't it?

Now I wouldn't touch a penny of it, Mr. Higgins, but...

if you took it, it would be perfectly legal.

- But just how would I get it? - That's easy.

This is the night that she always goes out to the movies.

Why, I've got to be able to say that I didn't touch it.

and I show up... Your goose is cooked, isn't it?

Well, you come along the street at 11 o'clock tonight...

Why are you whispering? How come the lights are out?

Mrs. Michaels. You remember Mrs. Michaels, don't you?

In there... in the bottom drawer of the chest.

- Johnny, is it Chris? - Call him, quick.

How did I know he was coming here tonight? I don't understand it.

- You don't understand anything! - But why get sore at me?

Well what are the use of my brains if I'm tied up with a dumb cluck like you?

- I told you to watch your step, didn't I? - Right, blame it on me.

Oh why did you keep me here tonight? I didn't want to stay.

Well it's the truth, I'm fed up with you!

That's the only thing you ever understood, I'm through with you!

The way of the sinner is made plain with stones.

But at the end thereof is the pit of Hell.

Oh, I thought he'd go to Tiny's. Was he getting tight?

Said he was coming back here? To beat me up?

Jeepers, the way that guy shoots off his mouth!

Oh you don't have to warn me, that's just the way he talks.

Here he is now! And has he got a bun on...

You couldn't love a man like that, Kitty.

He wouldn't let you alone, isn't that right?

- To ask you to marry me. - And what about your wife?

- I haven't any wife, that's finished. - For cat's sake, you didn't...

I know how you feel, but that's all over now.

We all make mistakes. I don't care what's happened, I...

We'll go away together, away far off, so...

I've wanted to laugh in your face ever since I first met you!

You kill Johnny? I'd like to see you try.

Why, he'd break every bone in your body! He's a man.

You better look out, Johnny. You'll kill somebody!

When these officers called me, I wouldn't believe it.

- We were tipped off on the telephone. - By a man named Higgins.

- Over 1200 dollars. - We'll take him along.

You can make the complaint, Mr. Hogarth.

- I just can't do it. - But Mr. Hogarth...

I know you've done your duty and I'm obliged to you.

There's a box of cigars on the table, take them along with you.

I'm not going to put you in jail, Chris...

Well I didn't do anything! I want a law...

- Where was he picked up? - Riverside Drive.

He tried to get away in the murdered girl's car.

It's got your initials on it, but it's her blood.

Here's 140 dollars that was taken out of her pocketbook.

It's her diamond ring, worth 5 or 600 dollars.

But why wouldn't I? She didn't have any more use for it, did she?

Old Cross isn't as dumb as he looks. He painted them!

In my expert opinion, there's no doubt about it...

when she rented the studio, he was with her.

I didn't like him then and I don't like him now.

He said he was gonna fix her when he left my place around 2 a. m.

"You look out, Johnny, you're gonna kill somebody. "

And then I heard her say "Hello, Johnny", before she hung up.

But what I don't understand is this talk about her being an artist.

I've compared her handwriting with her signature.

He stole from me, from his employer, from Katherine March.

My wife, I mean my former wife, is correct.

My copies were so bad I had to destroy them.

Joe Williams, Morning World... Conway's with the Ledger.

Yeah. I don't like to cover executions...

but I must say this is one I don't mind.

You sure cooked County's goose, Mr. Cross...

Nobody cooked County's goose except Johnny...

He was a dead pigeon when he dragged the girl's name through the mud.

If he'd kept his trap shut, he might have got off with his life.

Sure, the evidence was only circumstantial.

What do you mean? He got a fair trial, didn't he?

I suppose you fellas are going to say it was a miscarriage of justice!

That someone is getting away with murder?

Mr. Cross, nobody gets away with murder.

- How's that? - Oh, don't get him started!

He'll talk your ear off, that's his pet theory.

All right, go ahead and laugh all you like.

I figure we have a little courtroom right in here:

Murder never solves anything, how about it, fellas?

I'm sorry, but I have to admit you're right.

The problem just moves in here where it can never get out.

Well you haven't seen as much of murder as I have, Mr. Cross.

I'd rather have the judge give me the works than have to do it to myself.

I didn't do it, I tell you I didn't do it!

Give me a break, somebody! I never got a square deal in my life.

Won't somebody, somebody give me a break...

I'm here, baby... Jeepers I love you, Johnny...

You killed me, Chris, you're old and ugly and you killed me...

You killed me, you killed me, you killed me!

You were innocent, you were pure, that's what he killed in you. He's the murderer

That's why you had to die. You're the one I killed.

He'd break every bone in your body. - Kitty!

It's all right old man, it's all right...

Haven't I told you to keep out of this park?

Get on down to the Bowery, where you belong.

He has a crazy idea he killed a couple of people...

five or six years ago. Can't get it off his mind.

Wants to be tried and executed... you know these nuts.

For 10,000 dollars I shouldn't think you'd mind, Mr. Dellarowe!