padlocks,
five combos, two deadbolts
and a dozen hide-a-keys.
By the way, would you be interested
in our holiday gift set?
All right, I just thought I'd ask.
Be right over.
-Got a delivery, Frank.
-Right, Norberg.
May I help you?
Yes, I'd like my apartment key
duplicated, please.
Well, I think I can handle that.
-Miss...
-Call me Stella.
All right, Stella.
You know, you can tell a lot
about a woman by her keys.
-Really?
-Yes. Take my key, for example.
It's silver-plated,
indicating that I'm a woman
who likes the finer things in life.
-I see.
-And the face of the key is unscratched.
That suggests I have a gentle touch.
I understand.
How many
of these apartment keys would you like?
Fifty.
You can mail 49 of them
to the Chicago Bears.
Well. And where would you like
the 50th sent?
Just bring it around to my apartment.
You do deliver, don't you?
Of course.
3:00, then. Just let yourself in.
It took me two weeks
to find Stella's apartment.
She had neglected
to give me her address.
But I had a feeling
she'd still be waiting for me.
Come on. Good boy.
That's not exactly my idea
of a warm welcome.
-I thought you were a burglar.
-Cuts quite a story.
I deliver the key as promised.
You shoot me as a burglar.
That's your story.
That's the telephone.
Pick it up.
-Hello.
-Hello, baby. This is Dutch.
You take care of that locksmith for me?
Now you say what I tell you.
Everything is taken care of.
-Everything is taken care of.
-That's my girl.
I'd sure like to see you.
I'd sure like to see you.
Sure thing, baby. You still love me?
Of course I love you.
Of course I love you.
You don't sound like
you mean it, lambikins.
Of course I mean it, lambikins.
Of course I mean it, lambikins.
Do you really, binky poo?
More than anything, schnooky lumps.
More than anything, schnooky lumps.
Schnooky lumps? I like that.
Schnooky lumps.
You never called me that before.
What happened last night
to bring this on?
When you held me in your manly arms
and crushed me to your lips,
I discovered what it meant
to be a real woman.
When I think
of your handsome face, your cruel lips,
your strong chin, the way you touch,
the way you smother me with kisses...
Honey, I gotta go.
Meet me at my office tomorrow at 3:00.
-All right, darling.
-All right, darling.
What're you going to do now?
You and I are going
down to headquarters.
I booked Stella
on an attempted murder charge.
I had a stop to make
before I kept my date with Dutch.
What's the word in the streets, Johnny?
I hear a lot of things.
What do you know
about Dutch Gunderson?
He grew up an orphan
on the lower south side.
His mother, a prostitute,
died when he was only three.
He started stealing apples
at the age of six.
Spent a lifetime in Juvenile Hall.
All he's ever known
is the world of crime.
This doesn't excuse what he does,
but I think we understand him
a little better.
I got $20 asking
for concrete evidence against Dutch.
I know none of this
is admissible, Lieutenant,
but I got some photostats
of a couple of business dealings
that make your guy look pretty dirty.
Thanks, Johnny.
It seems I've got a 3:15 appointment.
3:00.
Well.
Johnny, there's a fire
in the Brubaker building.
I don't know anything about it.
That's a furniture warehouse.
Once the fire hits the polyvinyl
you'll have dense smoke
and lethal chlorine gas.
Extinguish the main part of the fire
with pump trucks and with foam.
And bring in a cherry picker
to evacuate the survivors.
Thanks, Johnny.
Men, get your gas masks.
I want a cherry picker over here.
All right, let's move it!
You're right on time, lambikins.
Make yourself a drink, baby.
No, thanks, Dutch.
Who are you,
and how did you get in here?
I'm a locksmith and I'm a locksmith.
I'm surprised to see
you're still alive, locksmith.
Stella usually doesn't miss.
I'm sorry to disappoint you.
Just lucky, I guess.
Well, your luck has just run out.
You don't