 And you never be here until you get out of it. There's not much I can do about it, I guess. Except, like you really always says. Well, I'll stop. Please, come to your room. Investigates. The comedy kids. But she thought William Shakespeare was a wonderful writer, because he always managed to wish so many well-known quotations into his play. In my book, not even a few old ladies could be that dumb. But the fact is, she liked to put her nose into a volume of the barbed scribbling. Well, she'll only find enough cute quotes to win yourself a prize any day as a cocktail party boy. But he knew his world, you know, Will. And at the risk of boring you now, I'm going to trot out the one that goes, Well, it is the best to smell far worse than we. Which is to say, if you don't mind my looking at it a little, a three-beautiful day, in which it turns out to be an accurate list, is more of a shocker than some people who look like a killer, and it turns out to be one in fact. What do you think of the case of a very special and lovely girl, Will, by the name of Geraldine Craig? A case that also closely concerns her young brother, called Joey. So that's the way we're going to find out, Joey. This is simplistic, isn't it, Will? There can't be quite right here in Chester Street, and all we've got to do is pinch it. See, they wouldn't get us no to the risk. There's nothing to it. It's the easiest one we've had yet. And there's 50 quid in the chorus. See, you get the same money as I always get. I'm not going to do it. What are you talking about? I told you when I came in here, I'll finish it all already. I'm not stealing any more cars. Since when? Since the last time. It's no good. It's not my cup of tea, that's all. What's got into you, Joey Boy? I've woken up to my shelf, that's what. I'm getting a decent job, I'm going straight. I'm not going to spend the rest of my life running away from cops. Yeah. What have you done with your brains, Joey? Scammed up for breakfast? I know what I'm doing. I'll finish with that gang and all that car stealing. Well, you've been good to me, are you? You know, I don't like roofing out on you, but... Well, it's the case of us being at the party in a way, it's like the same guy. Parking in a way? My gosh, you talk fancy now. Where did you get that stuff from? That old song singer that runs that kids club you've been gunking? Oh, yes, I expected. I did pick it up from Mr. Benton. But he's a good sororist, Mr. Benton. So we have a good time at the club, too. Well, you ought to come along sometime, are you? Come along? To that captain plaything? I've got you with a little old bottle voice? Not me. You don't catch me, I'll lob him with a bunch of... All right, Harry. You don't have to go on and on about it. All right, sir. I better be pushing along. Here. Wait a minute. You can't just walk out of me like that. I'm sorry, Harry. Sorry. Never mind about being sorry. I've been a little time showing you the tricks. There's those things right. And you're not going to walk out of me just because... Harry, I'm going. There's no use talking about it. What are you arguing? We'll see about that. Now, what does that mean? You just watch your step, Harry. Don't you go spitting a meal. You might find yourself bitten off more than you can chew. You get in my way, Harry. And you might just end up with a broken nose. Moving on to the Linquents, trailing threats at each other in a fun parlor in Soho. What does that have to do with a beautiful doll called Geraldine Craig? Well, nothing, at least not right now. What does a beautiful doll like Geraldine Craig have to do with me? Too much for Julie's marriage. Julie is a wonderful secretary and very tolerant for a woman. But one thing of which she does not like to see too much is attractive days. The subject, which has been the cause more than once, has a slight difference of opinion between it. So when Geraldine, with her 36, 24, and 36 frame, poured into her 34, 22, 34 dress, lighted into the office, Julie was delighted to be able to tell her the truth. I'm sorry, Mr. Troy is busy. Oh, I'm sure he can spare just a minute. Oh, but if he could, some other time. The crazy Geraldine Craig. Is he planning to make an appointment with Craig? Is this his office over here? Oh, you can't go in there. Mr. Troy, Mr. Peter Troy. Uh, yeah. That's right. Mr. Troy is busy. And so he is. What? Cutting out paper dolls. I always cut out paper dolls when I'm thinking over a case. Yes. He finds paper dolls less troublesome than live ones. But you wouldn't know about that. Oh, but I don't know if I understand perfectly. I'm sure Mr. Troy and I have a lot in common. Oh, do you mean if I didn't catch the name? I didn't know. Touché. You must go to a lot of movies. Well, that's like private eye talk. The name is Craig. Geraldine Craig. Do I come into your office or do you usually conduct your interviews at the door? Oh, pardon me. Do come in, Mr. Craig. Take a seat. Thank you. I will. I'd like to see you privately if you don't mind, Mr. Troy. Mr. Troy likes me to stay for all interviews with clients, Mr. Craig. He likes me to take notes of everything that's been said. Oh, and I forgive him. Every word. It's all I can really do about him, Mr. Troy, after you've gone and discussed it with him. Oh. Yeah, a very good idea in the summer. It was very good. And now where were we? At discussing dolls, wasn't it? Paper dolls. Well, it might save us a lot of time if we turn to discussing what you wanted to see me about, Mr. Craig. It's about my brother, Joey. Your brother, Joey? He's rather young, you know, and I'm worried about him. Since our parents died, I had to try and do everything to him. Mother, father. Father? Oh, I know a woman can't be a father to a boy. A boy is a man's thing. And that's why I've come to you to see what you would talk to him. Well, Miss Craig, I hardly think this is my line of work. Please, Mr. Troy, it has to be someone like you. A private detective is not like an ordinary man. He's not? So no. You'll be a kind of hero to do it. To be able to look up to you. Just as I can. Look up to you just as I can. Well, what's that? Oh, just taking this, Mr. Craig. Oh, well, sing here, Miss Craig. I'd like to help you with it. You must help me, Mr. Troy, if you don't. I'm afraid someone may get hurt. How's that again? If you thought Joey's taken up a drunk club, he's joined. It's called karate, a sort of jungle. Yeah, I know. Only rougher. Karate, huh? And you're thinking he's likely to use his karate skill in a fight with some other kid? Mr. Troy, I'm not only afraid of you, I'm afraid you might kill someone. I said the kid would most likely be home alone. I still didn't see why we'd come at all. If ever there was a phony, it's that Geraldine Craig. Who'd be able to look up to you just as I can? Well, not enough with you, Joey. Why should I? That's why you came to see this boy, isn't it? He was supposed to be a great, big, beautiful folk, eyelashes, I think. There was a bell. You were saying, honey, eyelashes? Well, no, I would say it was more... Yes? Yeah, it was really her big, great, big, beautiful... Yes. So... Oh. Yes? Joey Craig? Yes, Roy? My name's Troy, Peter Troy. I'm a private investigator. I'm a secretary and this is Julie Summers. Oh, well, how'd you do it? How'd you do it? You wanted to see me? No, you don't mind it. Well, take it on. Well, I can't, well, come in. Are you looking for the police? I'm not working with anyone at the moment. I came to see you because your sister's worried about you. My sister? That's right, your sister Geraldine. Are you kidding? She had to start off me. She does. Ever since I broke with her gang and stopped pinching cars and things like that, she'd been threatening me. Tracing you? Ever since I broke with her gang. Yes. I told her that when the gang started stealing cars for money, I wasn't going to be in it no more. Well, Joey Lighting's one thing. Someone's paying your gang to steal cars? They're not my gang. Not any more. But if you want to know how to pay them, you ought to talk to Harry. Harry Morton. Who's he? Well, he used to be more pal. He runs the gang. Mm-hmm. Well, we'll get around to Harry. What about this idea that you're studying karate? Oh, you know about that. Well, he asked me to practice gel at the club in Jester Street. Well, Mr. Benton, he runs the club. He got this Mr. Ishimoto. He's a Japanese. He got him to come down and teach the kids judo. Judo isn't karate, Joey. Judo may be fine for self-defense, but karate. That's for killers. Oh, no, it ain't. What else would some people think but it ain't? Well, that's how some of our seniors got interested in it. Mr. Ishimoto was telling us about it, wasn't he? You expecting visitors? Well, no. It's no one. Well, I better see what it is. Jerry Craig, we have just what? Inspector Caswell. Are you trailing me or something? Sure. What are you doing here? Uh, I don't understand. Inspector? Why does everybody always say, what are you doing here? Is it if I have no right to be here? Anyway, I might just as well ask you the same question. My business is with this young man. Well, what do you want with me? Just let me see your hands. Well, my hands? Yes. Yeah. You are developing quite a nice callus along the side of each palm. I'm not sure. In practicing karate, aren't you? Well, yes, that's right. I've been practicing for weeks now. You could beat a man's head in with those hands. No, hold it, Inspector. You know a boy named Harry Morton Craig? Yes. Oh, no, are you? Why? Because he's dead, that's why. Why? He was found dead of head wounds. In an area at the back of the fun parlor where you were seen arguing with him last night, Craig. Less than an hour after that argument, he was dead. Craig is in a spot, and although I couldn't figure out how I was ever going to get my fee out of this case, I couldn't leave him in it without trying to do something. Now, from where I stood, the kid, the karate kid, as I called him, was innocent of the murder of his former pal Harry Morton. The police didn't charge him right off, but took him in for questioning. And it was hard to blame Inspector Caswell for feeling that he had the killer right there. I was worried about the sister angle. I was trying to make up my mind whether I should go have a little chat with Geraldine Craig when Julie made up my mind for me. There's something about that woman I don't like. Only something? The way I had it? You didn't like one piece of little thing she said or did? Or the way she looked? I'm trying to keep my personal feelings out of it. But you should... you just said you didn't like her. That isn't personal? Oh, what I mean is there's something crooked-seeming about her. Crooked-seeming? Well, that's a no one. I must add it to my vocabulary. Oh, what do you know about Geraldine Craig? Oh, only what you know? Well, and how can you... I still say she's a crook. Well, look at the way she pretended she wanted to help Joey, saying she was afraid he might kill someone. Yeah, yeah, slow down a minute. Well, that is something. Why did you tell me that? Almost as if she wanted to make it tougher on him when the murder was discovered. If I told Caswell that she warned me about Joey... The inspector could find it all the more believable that Joey was the killer. Yeah, the kid said she really hates him. Oh, there you are. I told you, she's crooked. I'd like more than that, Julie. I'd like to know a lot more about Miss Geraldine Craig. Looking at me? Looking at you very hard, honey, you're rich. Go dig the dirt about Geraldine and make it fast. Excuse me. Are you Mr. Ishimoto? Oh, what is correct, sir? How can I assist you? My name's Troy, Peter Troy. Oh, my God. My heart's invested, Peter. Well, of course. I wish to stick with me. Yeah, please. Let me take a few minutes. It's about Joey Craig. Of course. Well, please come into my office while I come to you. Of course. Yeah, thanks. I understand Troy Craig has been arrested for murder. It is a sad kid. Well, he hasn't been arrested yet, Mr. Ishimoto, but he will be, unless he can do something to help. More space for help in all ways. Troy is a good boy, a good student of karate. You teach him karate, Mr. Ishimoto, and you hand him a very dangerous weapon. Oh, pardon. This is a great man, Mr. Troy. You teach a man karate, and you teach him the way of the strength. That is what karate is, a way of life. A man knows karate, and he is so dangerous, he doesn't need to fight. And karate teaches that a man should never fight if he cannot avoid it. The art was developed by the Buddhist monks, you know. In this business of developing a kelp along the side of the hand, we practice many hours too hard into hand. So hard that it becomes that it can smash through a piece of wood two inches thick. Or crush a man's head. Oh, karate does not teach so to do that. It teaches you that only evil men will do such a thing. You really can do that trick with a two-inch board, I mean. Oh, yes. Look, got someone's price in place. Ah, here is that board. This is a tired wood. You left the two inches thick. See, that looks pretty solid. A price is so, one end on the apple of the table, the other end on the window range. Stand back, please. Right. No. Wow. Smashed him too, clean in the middle. Oh, sure, sir, Mr. Foy. With the bare hand. Yeah. Tell me, could young Joey do that? Not so much yet. He's still a student. But he could hit a man hard enough to kill him. Recall, Mr. Foy, what he would not do about it. Oh, he's crazy. He's not a killer. I have fought in karate, and the teachers of this art know who is a killer and who is not. Joey, he's not killed that young man. Mr. Ishimoto's story, and he's sticking to it, Julie. Well, how did you make out with our dear Geraldine? She might be your dear Geraldine. She set me up mine. And you need to be careful. She happens to be both human girls and me. What, human racketeers? No one else but. You were a doll, a living doll. I am not. I know how you feel about what you call dolls. Oh, come on, now you know that was a compliment. So, the Craig Dean is going around with Buzz, human, huh? Hey, human, wasn't he, wasn't he up not long ago in a car-stealing left? Oh, yes, I believe he was. Yes, that's right. Car-stealing. The kid said he refused to go along with Harry Morton's proposal that he steal cars for someone. Hillon? Yeah, but how do we pin it on him in a hurry? Oh, why are you worrying about getting Hillon to car-stealing at a time like this? Not that the murder, I mean. You mean Hillon? I don't know. There are details we don't know. But figure it this way. Hillon has this Harry Morton organizing the kids to steal cars. Joey walks up. Hillon tells Harry to keep the gang together or else. Harry can't stop Joey getting up, so Hillon has Harry beaten to death. But pinning the kidding on Joey, huh? That's Harold Dean's idea. Oh, no. He's almost dead? Yeah, nice girl. She hates Joey who's always criticizing him for going around with hoods. Well, let's pay her and her boyfriend a visit. Hi, Mr. Hillman, private investigator. This is my secretary, Miss Summers. No, no. No, Mr. Hillman. It's nice to shut the door in people's faces. If you don't take your foot out of the door, you cheap amateur couple. What do you do? Are you good at karate too? What? Shut up! What do you want, Troy? Just a little conversation. Joey and I are lonely. Thought we'd like to join the celebration you and Geraldine are having. Come in. You're much obliged. Happy usually. You mean I don't have to put my foot in the door too? Now, what's all this about? Geraldine knows. Don't you, Geraldine? No. I haven't the status I do. Oh, yes, you have. Subject your brother. Joey. Problem? How to frame him for a murder he didn't commit. Well, he must. I talk to his teacher. Joey's only a student. And a pretty poor one at that. His hands are as soft as a baby. Couldn't possibly have hit Harry more than that hard. Kerry, you pull me out. I'm not interested in you trying to get it. To what, Geraldine? Confess to Harry's murder? You're asking for trouble, Troy. Then give it to me. Now, you won't give me any trouble. Because if you did, you'd have to go all the way. You'd have to murder me too. Will you fix me the way you had Harry fix the buzz? But... Well, shut up. I know all right. I'm not the only one here. Oh, what the? That'll be the guy I'm expecting. Someone you know. Let him in, Julie. It'll be a pleasure. Joe! That's right, Joey. Little brother, you love so much that you'd cheerfully frame him for murder. Isn't it true, Geraldine? You arranged for me to be blamed for Harry's death? Of course not. I had no idea you'd even knew him. Oh, that's funny. A week ago, we had a big argument because I told you I was going to break with Harry. I... You ever should have spoke to stupid little fool. He didn't know what you were well off. I was wondering if you wouldn't be allowed to run. Are you serious? Will you take a cop shot? I think we've heard enough anyway. How about you, Inspector? Plenty. Oh, no. Exactly. Oh, no. I'll have to ask you and this crate to come down. Say where you are. I'm not going anywhere. Put that gun away. You fool. Remember any good? Don't get me out of here. Out of my way. On you two kids, get out of the way. You think you're a big man with that gun in your hands, aren't you, women? Well, aren't you? It's different. Get that gun. Yeah. Nice work, son. Oh, my God. It is, too. That shows what karate can do. Not only break a man's arm, but also convince you that Joey is no killer, Inspector. How's that? That blow could just as easily have cracked human skull. But Joey deliberately aimed for his arm instead. Yes. I see what you mean. All right, men. Take him out. Let me go. Take your head. You don't have time. Well, congratulations, Joey. Thanks, Mr. Joy. Karate really came through for you. You know, I might take it up. It could be useful when I want to beat up my secretary. Oh, yes? I might just learn to battle myself. Oh. And then you really would have to. Look, softly. See the colors.