Synopsis: Los Angeles aircraft worker Barry Kane evades arrest after he is unjustly accused of sabotage. Following leads, he travels across the country to New York trying to clear his name by exposing a gang of fascist-supporting saboteurs led by apparently respectable Charles Tobin. Along the way, he involves Pat Martin, eventually preventing another major act of sabotage. They finally catch up with Frank Frye, the man who actually committed the act of sabotage at the aircraft factory.
Genre: Thriller, War
Director(s): Alfred Hitchcock
Production: MCA Universal Home Video
  1 nomination.
Rotten Tomatoes:
109 min

Here come the wolves.

Uh-oh. Bottleneck.

Mr Roosevelt should hear about this.

I'm sorry. Hope you didn't hurt yourself.

My friend says he's sorry.


That shows what a blonde can do

to hold up national defence.

Nice, pleasant guy.

- Man!

- Gee, a hundred bucks.

So that's what they look like.

- Where'd he go?

- I don't know.

I wonder what his name is.

I saw it on the envelope.

Uh... Fry. That's it. Fry.


How do you know my name?

What do you care

how I know your name?

I saw it on one of the envelopes

you dropped.

Here's something that belongs to you.

The paint shop!

Lt'll go up like dynamite!

- Here, take this.

- What about me? Don't I get to play?

Right, you get another one.

So I see these two kids.

And I yell at them,

the sprinklers are busted.

The whole shooting match will go up.

And they run right in, the both of them.

And the last thing I saw

when I looked back

was one kid give the extinguisher

to the other kid,

and then it was just like

all hell comes up.

That's all I see.

Was there anybody else around?

No. Just the two kids.

The poor kid with the extinguisher,

and the one who give it to him.

Thank you, Rogers.

We appreciate all you've done.

We needn't keep you any longer now.

You'd better go

and take care of those hands.

Who've you got next?

- There's a fellow Barry Kane waiting.

- Send Barry Kane in!

Barry Kane!

Alright. Just take it easy.

We only want to ask you

a couple of questions.

A routine check-up.

Well, I want to do

anything I can to help.


Now, suppose you tell us

where you were when the fire started.

Well, I was one of the first to rush in.

The sprinkler systems weren't working.

Who else was with you?

There was just myself,

a fellow named Fry,

and my friend... Ken Mason.

Go on.

Fry handed me the extinguisher

and I started running toward the fire.

I gave it to Ken.

And then he -

OK. Take it easy. That's all.

Just stick around for a while.

Send for Fry.

Get hold of a fellow called Fry.

What'd they do,

ask you a lot of questions?

No. Hardly any.

Gee, it's awful tough going,

seeing it happen in front of you.

Yeah, it is tough.

Ken Mason was

your pal too, wasn't he?


- Was he married?

- No. He was living with his mother.

- Must be pretty tough on her.

- Sorry, fellows. I'll see you later.

Hello, Mrs Mason.

They - They wouldn't let me see him.

It's awful hard to believe.

It happened so quick.

- Why, only this morning -

- Please don't talk about it now.

Anything I can do?

Could I get you something?

No. No, thank you. Not now.

Maybe some brandy.

How is the poor, dear soul?

If you mean Mrs Mason,

she's feeling bad.

Ah, well. She's every reason to.

Do you know what?

They wouldn't even let her see him.

- Her only son.

- Yes, I know.

I told her to insist on seeing him.

I told her I would,

and she as good as told me to get out.

Me! That was only trying to help.

I think you can help,

if you'll get some brandy.

Come with me.

I have a little in the house.

Sorry to bother you, Mrs Mason,

but we're looking

for a guy named Barry Kane.

- Do you know him?

- He isn't here now, is he?

They told us at the plant

we might be able to find him here.

Well... what do you

want to see him about?

- He's in pretty bad trouble, lady.

- What is it?

He was mixed up with

that fire at the factory.

I - I don't understand.

There are a lot

of things we don't understand either.

But how is Barry involved in it?

That fire extinguisher.

Seems it wasn't just an accident.

It turns out that the extinguisher

Barry Kane handed your son

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Peter Viertel

Peter Viertel (16 November 1920 – 4 November 2007) was an author and screenwriter. more…

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