Panic in the Streets

Synopsis: When a body is found in the New Orleans docks, it's pretty obvious that he died from gun shot wounds. The police surgeon notices that the man is also displaying other symptoms and Lt. Commander Clint Reed, a doctor with the U.S. Public Health Service, diagnoses a highly contagious disease, pneumonic plague. He tries to convince local officials to find everyone who may have been in contact with the dead man. The Mayor supports his efforts but many, including the police, are doubtful. Reed wants to avoid publicity so as not to panic the public. They have little information to go on - they don't know the dead man's identity - and Reed estimates they have 48 hours before disease begins to spread. With police Capt. Tom Warren going through the motions, Reed sets out to find the killers.
Director(s): Elia Kazan
Production: Twentieth Century Fox
  Won 1 Oscar. Another 2 wins & 3 nominations.
 
IMDB:
7.3
Rotten Tomatoes:
95%
APPROVED
Year:
1950
96 min
249 Views


Hey, you. Come on. Let's go.

- You're holding up the game!

- Sit down and play.

Come over here.

- Can't play no more.

- Sit down.

- I'm sick.

- What's the matter with you? You can't quit now.

Gotta quit.

Cold. Cold. I'm sick.

You wasn't too sick to walk off

the boat and win 190 bucks...

...the first night you were in the country,

was he, Blackie?

- You brung him, Poldi. You better tell him.

- What's the matter with you?

- There'll be trouble, huh?

- Sick. Got a headache. Bad.

- No. Look...

- Look, buddy, Blackie don't like it.

- Blackie don't like nobody to walk out of a game.

- Ah!

I'll talk to him, Blackie.

I'll get him back.

No, no, no!

I want that money.

All right.

Let's get it.

- Need an ambulance?

- Not anymore.

- Drowned?

- Naw, he's shot twice.

- Must have crawled on this site.

- Recognize him?

No, he ain't from around here.

Some kind of foreigner.

- Foreigner, huh?

- Yeah, something like that.

- Call the meat wagon, will ya?

- All right, folks, let's get moving. Break it up.

Let's go. Let's go, now.

Hustle up.

Hey, Matt, standing in that water

ain't good for a cold.

What is?

- Eddie.

- How's it goin', man.

The trouble with that boy is hejust

don't realize the honeymoon is over.

So I says, "Man, if you want to sell me a car,

you're gonna have to really sell it to me. "

Then I'm just sittin' back and watching.

Yes, sir.

That's telling him, boy.

You're working too hard again, Jerry.

Thank you.

Will you be able to make it for lunch?

Well, I've got to dig a couple of bullets

out of this guy's chest.

May take 30 or 40 minutes.

Yeah, I guess I can make it.

Don't waste any time,

'cause I'm real hungry.

Where do you want to go?

- I said, where do you want to eat?

- I don't know.

That place down the street's okay.

I kind of like their spaghetti.

- Yeah, that's him.

- I figured we might try the Rendezvous again.

You interested in food

or talking to that waitress?

Oh, no. You don't pin that on me, Kleber.

You're the guy she really went for.

Maybe, but I don't know

how she ever saw me...

...the way you kept sticking

your elbow in my face.

Okay, okay. You win.

We'll try the spaghetti.

Okay?

Hey, Kleber. Okay?

Maybe not. This may take

a little longer than I thought.

- All right. I'll wait for you.

- That the foreigner they just brought in, Kleber?

Yeah.

Better stay away from him.

- Got to tag him.

- I said, stay away from him.

- What's the matter? I've got to tag him.

- Look, stay away from him.

- Get out. Just stay out.

- What's wrong?

What's the matter with you?

You're holding

the brush wrong, Pop.

- Oh?

- Yeah. And you got too much paint on it.

Mm-hmm.

- How's that?

- Better.

- Thank you.

- Mr. Redfield says that's the worst thing you can do...

...to get too much paint

on the brush.

- Is that right?

- Mm-hmm.

Why don't you let me do it for you?

Okay.

You'd better take it easy, now. You don't

want to get paint all over those pants.

- Hiya, Tommy.

- Hi, Mr. Redfield.

- Teaching your pop how to paint?

- Sure.

- Hello, Doctor.

- How are you?

- Great boy you have there.

- Thank you. Thank you.

- See you Saturday, Mr. Redfield.

- Sure. Anytime you like.

If things get dull, just drop

right on over, hear? Bye.

- Who's that?

- Mr. Redfield.

- He's a painter.

- Yeah, so I gathered.

He lives in the big house

down on the corner.

You ought to see it, Pop.

It's full of all kinds of stuff...

...and he has electric trains

and everything.

Must be great. Hey, you know what

I think's the matter with this stuff?

- What?

- It's too thick.

- Naw.

- It's too thick. Look at it.

I'm gonna thin it.

Where's the turpentine? Ah.

Electric trains yet.

Clint?

- Clint, telephone.

- Not here.

- It's Gafney from the office.

- Tell him I went to Alaska.

He's waiting, Clint.

Oh, bosh.

- What's your problem?

- Pop, can I have a quarter?

- What happened to your allowance?

- It's for the movies, Pop.

- All the kids are going.

- Uh-uh. No.

- Aw, come on, Pop.

- Now, look, old boy.

You're supposed to get

fifty cents a week.

Aw, Pop, money just goes.

You know how it is.

Yeah, I've got

a pretty good idea.

Well...

Take it.

You're a pest.

- Thanks, Pop. I knew you would.

- Yeah, I knew it too.

The first day I've had off

in six weeks.

I just about get used to it

when the phone rings.

What am I supposed to be, anyhow?

The only one in that office

that knows what to do?

Tell Gafney.

He called, not me.

I should have had it disconnected.

Paul? I thought I told you

I was gonna take the whole day off.

Oh? Yeah.

What do you mean,

there's something funny about him?

Yeah?

Mmm.

Well, all right.

I'll come down.

Hold everybody there that had any contact

with the body in case it is something.

No, I'd rather

you stayed there.

Yeah, I know.

It's all right. I'll see you.

- Serious?

- Oh, it's always a crisis with those boys...

...when they can't

diagnose something.

I don't suppose that cleaner

remembered to bring back my...

Well, what happened to him

all of a sudden?

Go ahead and change.

I'll bring it in.

Hey, Mom, isn't lunch ready yet?

I'm hungry. Oh.

- You and your father!

- Yippee!

And Al Jerio asked me to go hunting

today with him down in the Bayous.

I know. I know.

What's the rush?

Got to meet the kids.

We're going to a movie.

Movie? What are you planning

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