 I get so angry sometimes. With a mouth full of gauze. Who's that? I haven't done the good work. It's down. Oh, not the scissors. Oh, I'm sorry, Sam. I'm sorry. Two patrolmen out here. FX Clancy, third precinct station. From Samuel's fate, license number 137-596, subject to one hour, Capers. Dare Clancy. In case you were aware of it, and I think you were, Clancy, the staff that owned in San Francisco was warm, quiet, and so. I was sitting in my underwear in front of the open window of my office, reading the news of the flippers back east. I was not employed by the Chamber of Congress to do this. My secretary had really taken my shoes downstairs to get a press. It began as the clock on the Church of Dismas to leave around the corner was hammering out the hour of four. I'll drop in tomorrow. I'll be glad to talk to you. Tomorrow may be too late. I'd rather not be seeing you. Orton, Harry. Well, I don't. I'm telling you what it meant that he seemed very worried about it. And to him, I should claim his belongings right away. So it was nothing terribly serious, but he'd get these little spells, and he'd have to stay on for more than a week or 10 days. But Mr. Suley, the informant at the Prince Shop, it'll get to things you know. I even thought he was getting there. He fell down. But at 45 seconds, trying to figure out what time it was, but a calendar watch my secretary gave me for Christmas, and a black eye. I took the case out of my pocket and opened it. I took one out and read it. With Clancy, I saw something green behind the cigarette. It looked better. It looked like money. When I examined it more closely, I wasn't sure the funding on it was Dutch, and the amount was $100,000 on Montgomery. The gold glattering on the plate glass window showed Van Pelt and Meisler. Amsterdam, New York, San Francisco, MacArthur, and Curacao. Mr. Meisler, that's only van Pelt. And I'm Hendrik van Pelt, I'm so sorry. Oh, don't feel like that. Maybe you can help me. What can I do with you? Well, somebody paid me off for a job in Dutch money. I want to know how much it's worth. Oh, it's better than Meisler. I know the value of money. Show me, please. Give me a cigarette, please. My brand, Schumacher Queen, thank you. No, the money, $100,000. High under the light low, OK? General number, here is M, order eight, clear is. Seals with color is. Paper, paper, excellent. Give it a chance. What's the word? La, look, latest quotations, flooring against the dollar. Aha, $53.34, that's what these games we take out. And you like $10 or not? I love them. You mean that money's real money? Who knows better than I should. My brother was engraved to the Royal Dutch Treasury. I myself in the manufacturing was, until the occupation coming was. Pardon me, would you mind saying that again, please? In the manufacturing from all kinds of money, including already currency from the Indies, East and West, Java, Tel Aviv, Borneo, and Holland, Netherlands. Also six months in very long Bali, where I'm English learning. Oh, you learned English? Several foreign languages. Well, I'll take it in 10. Go, shit, right, right. 30, 40, 5 cents and 20 cents. Did I say that? OK. I spoke a little about it. Yes, eventually you had lived in San Francisco for how long? Oh, eventually quite some time. I'm Hendrik van Thel. How are you? I'm good, though. I know this on the cigarette case. You have the same initials. H-P, who your name is, please? Paul House, Herman Paul House. You know, Paul House, I like that cigarette case. With the coincidence, you tell me you're Dutch money. Maybe also sell me the cigarette case with the Dutch cigarette. You like the cigarette? Oh, I love that tomato and cream. You're going to have fans for nothing. No, no, such a pity to remove them from the beautiful case. They go together, cigarettes and the case. How much? What would you say it's worth? Well, that goes $500. What do you pay? Nothing. I take it out of that body. Get out of the grave, Robert. Help, please! Stop the... OK, OK, Mr. Grandfather, go and get that. I was just crossing when I saw it the second time. First, if this was the case, it was shining about half hour. The night, I'm sure, with... Why, he invited me to have this drink with him. I guess I could one. He wants to buy Hank's cigarette case. And, of course, much as I say, an Indian brother and Mrs. Bates. Yes. Well, you know, Hank didn't need much. Only a little insurance. And the printing shop is a partnership. You know, Hank and Mrs. Sallay. The cigarette case is just a windfall. I told him you wouldn't stand in the way of a widow. I wouldn't think of it. I knew you'd do the decent things with Bates. I was going to ask him. Uh, please, please, Mrs. Bates. My booze is besides. I haven't got it. You haven't got it? Oh, no, look, look, Mrs. Bates. Blanche. OK, now Blanche, try and think. Did you ever hear your husband mention Van Peltz? No. No, they... No, they never even met Mr. Van Peltz said so. Well, Van Peltz find out about the cigarette case. He said you showed it to him. Oh, well, do you know your husband's partner, Mrs. Sallay? Oh, we're total strangers now. I told my husband everything. He forgave me. Uh-huh. And what of Mr. Sallay, don't you? Having much, nothing. He's led a very dull life almost as soon as he got out of reform school. He took a forgery rest. Oh, very dull. But that's where he became a master critter. And sir, if you say so. Oh, yes, I do. But I'm not much help. Oh, contraire, Blanche. Oh, contraire. I was sitting in a desk in his shirt place, checking off figures and a ledger. I had to boost myself, and he told me his name was Ben Sallay. He shook hands, and then he waved me to a chair across the desk. This is awful, Sade. What was one thing and another where he was over head and work, and got pulled with these books? And I don't know a thing about it, Mike. Hey. Well, we're handling it at this stand, but we'll be very busy for a while. What point are you dropping by tonight? I guess, like, the news of the boss's death would make some difference to those customers, but no. He'd take that full of the desire and so on. What makes you think that car deliberately ran down the boys? Did I say so? Well, you're an insurance dick, aren't you? He got me tagged. Anybody have anything against him? Why, as you know? Well, he fired two printers last night. Why? Well, they couldn't spell in English. You, uh, sleep at the pace, asap, or not? Yeah, he came in for about 10 minutes, Sade. He'd be back on the job tomorrow morning. He would kill us if that'd be less. How do you work? Oh, good Lord knows. Boss wanted his resume there, so he took it with him. This man felt no about Page's heart. Oh, that's a stupid question, that. You didn't know Page was killed with that soft car. Uh, that's a long shot, sir. Thanks. There's another one. You're lying straight down the line. Huh? You didn't see Page today. If you had you to mention that he had a black eye. He didn't take that Dutch money for a souvenir. If he had you to mention the cigarette case. You said enough. Cutting down to the knife? You'll find out. Put your hands on top of the set. What I told him, sir. The press room's door was directly behind him, and I knew his body would screen my guns in the view of the response of the signal he sent. It didn't have long to wait. I could sound just one up before the other three were on me. I knew it, and they knew it. Back here, would you do that? Sure. I threw myself sideways, but I wasn't quick enough. It didn't hit me full on, but I got enough of it to fold up my legs with a certain knee brace, smashed into the face with a knife in front of me. I flung it high, and let go. Brass cut to it into a plate glass window into a rush hour crowd. He broadly bought his way out of the country with the same kind of money he insulated printing here. Genuine Dutch blanche printed from the original place. Metalworker. He designed a gold cigarette case in which those plates were fit with uncanny anchors. He filled the case with an odious brand of Dutch cigarette, which only fools or criminals could possibly smoke. It was the safest hiding place in the world. So clever was it. Now get this fancy boy into the base metal until it stopped that slug and fell through with me in the alley. Idiot. Thank you, Wenzel. All right, just in case you'll promise to me. Yes, that'd be. But what hurts even more than these wounds is the thought that you doubted my words. Oh, I didn't say that, Sam. I only inferred that you had no sense of time. Yeah? Well, I guess you've changed your mind about that, eh? No, I haven't, Sam. May I ask why? Well, I'd rather not discuss it during working hours, Sam, but as soon as I type this report, I'll tell you exactly what I mean. I said... Get the stamp, that's what else? Oh, harness it. It won't be meeting me anymore. I'll... It's down. It's just nearly 5.30, Sam. Not told the photographer not to come. That's a fine thing. After all I've been through. You still say I have no sense of time when you told the photographer not to come. Why? I'm going to be back in time, and if you worry you'd look so terrible, the picture wouldn't be any good anyway. Thanks a lot. Oh, Sam. That's why I must have been so cranky. I must have had a premonition. I didn't listen to that with me. I'm so well-tempered. I think I'm training into an old maid or something. Oh, calm down. I must be. I must be. Oh, by the way, honey, eh, remind me to write the, uh, 5G at Washington, and have them to send me that cigarette case for the souvenir if they take it off van Pelt. After all, you know, it saved my life. Your life? Okay, I've been nagging and saying all these terrible...