The Damned Don't Cry

Synopsis: The murder of gangster Nick Prenta touches off an investigation of mysterious socialite Lorna Hansen Forbes, who seems to have no past, and has now disappeared. In flashback, we see the woman's anonymous roots; her poor working-class marriage, which ends in tragedy and her determination to find "better things." Soon finding that sex appeal is her only salable commodity, she climbs from man to man toward the center of a nationwide crime syndicate...a very perilous position.
Director(s): Vincent Sherman
Production: Warner Bros. Pictures
103 min

Well, they finally got him.

Had to happen sooner or later.

He just got it sooner.

- I'll phone the sergeant.

- Right.

"The body of the notorious gambler

and racketeer...

"was found early this morning

behind a sand dune...

"three miles from the famed desert resort.

"As yet, the authorities

have issued no statements...

"concerning their line of investigation...

"but it is felt

that new disclosures are imminent. "

Hey, Red, when do we get a look inside?

Later. We're gonna have a 25-cent tour.

Hi, Bonnie.

Is it true he's got a radar system in there?

- Is that all?

- Yes, sir.

The coroner says he got it sometime

between 11:
00 and 12:00, night before last.

That checks.

According to his boy,

he left here at about 10:30.

- Know where he went?

- No.

At least that's what he says.

Look over this stuff.

- What's all this?

- Movies.

- I know that. Who is in them?

- Friends.

- Got a machine you can run this stuff?

- Yes, sir.

Get it ready.

Boy, he could really pick them,

couldn't he?

Hey, that's that Forbes woman, isn't it?

- Forbes?

- That rich oil heiress from back East.

She leased the Braddock house

this winter.

What would she be doing

with a guy like him?

Maybe we ought to ask her,

because, brother, that's who it is...

Mrs. Lorna Hansen Forbes.

That's enough.

When was the last time

you saw Mrs. Forbes?

Night before last.

I left the house around 6:30

and didn't return until midnight.

All her clothes, her luggage,

they were all here.

But she was gone.

Have you any idea who she was with

that night?

Hey, Sheriff, take a look.

- I suppose you don't know what this is.

- No.

No, I don't.

Well, I'll tell you.

It's blood.

"Widow of Wyoming oil magnate,

Denver socialite, Texas heiress."

Can't we get together on this?

Hand me those clips.

These only go back two years.

Where's the rest of them?

That's all there is.

Before then, nothing but a blank.

Just popped up one day

wearing a mink coat full of dough.

Well, where did it come from?

Where did she come from?

Ten days have passed

and the police still have no clue...

as to the whereabouts

of the fabulous woman...

who chose to call herself

Lorna Hansen Forbes.

A nationwide search

has left the darling of caf society...

completely shrouded in a veil of mystery.

Who is she? Where is she?

Is she dead, or is she alive?

The questions continue to pile up.

Where did she come from?

What was her source of income?

Did she kill the well-known racketeer...

whose bloodstains were found

in her home in Desert Springs?

Or is she herself the victim

of some kind of gang war?

How and why the obviously well-bred

and cultured society beauty...

could be even remotely associated

with members of the underworld...

is a question which baffles the authorities.

Hello, Dad.

It's me. Ethel.

Who is it, Jim?

Hello, Mom.


It's so good to see you. Sit down.

Jim, put some coffee on.

- Don't bother, Mom.

- It's no bother.

You look fine, Ethel, real fine.

Don't she, Jim?

She was too good to stay with us before.

Why did she have to come back?

It's all right, Mom. I won't leave again.

- I haven't any place else to go.

- Yeah, that's what I thought.

She's in some sort of trouble.

Where did you get the money

for all them clothes?

The money you tried to send us.

The money you couldn't tell us about.

Come, Ethel. You are tired.

Mom, has anyone been here

looking for me?


- Gee, it's keen, ain't it, Mom?

- Yeah.

Say, can I get it?

I'll speak to your dad about it.

Maybe next Christmas, huh?

That's what you and Pop said

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