 Danger, Dr. Danfield. The human mind is like a cave. Beyond the light, there are dark passageways and mysterious processes. I, Dr. Daniel Danfield, have explored those unknown retreats, and know they're secret. Dr. Daniel Danfield, authority on crime psychology, has an unhappy faculty for getting himself mixed up in hazardous predicaments. Because of the astonishing revelations regarding the workings of the criminal mind. As our story opens, we find Dr. Danfield in his office dictating to his pretty young secretary, Rusty Fairfax. Period, paragraph. And the facts that I'm about to relate will definitely prove, my theory, that even seasoned criminals are often influenced by outside agencies. The opening incident took place in an abandoned warehouse some few weeks ago. A man and a woman were at Target's. Okay, Nick, wait a minute. I'll take a look at the target. Huh? How am I doing? You're doing all right, Nicky boy. You're doing all right. A bullseye's out of ten shots. Yeah? Not bad, huh, Trissy? Not bad at all, Nick. I figured you'd get better with a little practice. I guess we can handle that. Thanks, job, anytime now. Why, sure. Thanks, job. Yeah, the First National Trust. Remember? Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, I remember. Uh, look, Trissy, let's forget the bank job, huh? Well, look, I got an N on the numbers racket with Bugs Flambo. Bugs Flambo? That's small-time punk. Okay, then we'll get into something else. Frank's is out of my line, Trissy. Now they're going to be in your line from now on, big boy. Now get there and get it straight. Oh, listen, Trissy. You listen yet two-time in lugs. Trissy's covered, don't waste your time on nobody, and then let them walk out on their feet. Nobody. Okay, Trissy, okay. Tie it up with me so that it gets you out of the small time. Okay. So I went to work, and I began teaching you the angles. All right. Then I'll rate your move, and you ain't worse, didn't see? Yeah, but you didn't say nothing about a bank job. Didn't I? Well, I'm saying it now. It's the First National Trust tomorrow at noon. I still want to go back to the numbers racket. No, Trissy, you wouldn't die, Nicky Boy. I guess you don't know, Tixie Talbot, because maybe you forgot how straight she can shoot. Let me show you something, Nicky Boy. You see what I mean, Nicky Boy? Yeah, yeah, yeah, I see. Both of them right in the bull's eye. Oh, you're good all right, Trissy. Yeah, done right. I'm good. I got a reputation, and I'm keeping it. Nobody ain't going to say they walked out on Tixie Talbot. But to get a part, I had that kind of talk going around. Oh, yeah, yeah, I get it, Trissy. You've got a reputation to think of. I like you, Nicky Boy. I figured you were smart. I figured we could go places together. That's why I let you come in with me. Sure, Trissy. You give me a chance, all right. I ain't forgetting it. Come here, Nicky Boy. Yeah, Trissy? Put your arms around me. Yeah. See what I mean, Nicky Boy? Yeah. You're all right, Trissy. I'm crazy about you. That's better. We'll get along, Big Boy. Oh, sure, sure, Trissy. We'll get along, all right. Tomorrow at noon, we begin moving in on the big time. We've got going places, you and me. Tomorrow at noon. This is it, Nick. Yeah. All set? Sure, sure, sure. Let's get going. Take it easy, Big Boy. Don't get nervous. Remember what you're supposed to do? Yeah, yeah, we've been over enough times. What are we waiting for? All right, Nicky Boy. Relax now. Hold the dicebook in your left hand like you were going to make a deposit. Keep the other hand on the heat in your pocket. Yeah, I know, I know. Come on. Okay, let's go. Hey, come on. Shut up. That guy's fallen over. This is also going to be a stick-up. Well, here we are, dear. Give the man your book. Yeah. This is a stick-up. Don't move or you'll get it. Yes, sir. What do you want? What do you think we want? Trump. Shut that fool up this way. Yes, yes, ma'am. Okay. I'll get in the boat and bring out everything you can carry. No, forget that, Trissy. We got all right. Shut up. Go on, you. Yes, sir. Don't forget there's a gun put in your back. Trissy, look, the cop forget the cop. I said he ain't got a heart. All right, you two got those guns. Why are you dumb-flat? Trissy, don't! Trissy, you shut the... Come on, let's get out of here. All right, he's done. Let him hire a dead man. Oh, no, we can't return that! In a moment, we'll return to the second act of danger, Dr. Danfield. The first, now for the second act of... That's the story of the whole job, doc. You got any ideas so far? Indeed, I have, Captain Otis. And all of this bank robber was a seasoned criminal. You should have no difficulty in establishing his identity. That's the point entirely. You've got files and records on every daylight bank robber in the country. This pair didn't follow the customary pattern at all. That's why we thought you might be interested. What do you think, Mr. Effect? I think you're sticking your chin out if you want to know. Captain Otis has got something else in mind besides asking your advice on the worsens of the criminal mind. Mr. Effect, such blunt frankness at a time like this. You've got the wrong lady, doc. As a matter of fact, she's right. I've got something else in mind. You ought to hear it. Well, I mean, Captain Otis. Good. For more than a week, my boys have been bringing in and questioning every known hold-up man in the city. So far, they haven't got the first base. The way I see it, they've been looking in the wrong places with the wrong kind of a guy. That's the logical deduction, Captain. Yesterday, a young trooper, Sidney Richards, in an upstate town noticed smoke coming from what he supposed went up to investigate and hasn't been heard from since. Wait a minute. If he hasn't been heard from since, how do you know he saw smoke? And how do you know he went up to investigate? It's logical, but what happened, Mr. Effect? That's what happened. We found the tire marks of his motorbike going up the lane that leads into the house, but none returning. So you assume that whoever was living in the house prevented young Richards from returning? That's exactly what we think, doc. Well, why don't you go up there and find out for heaven's sake? Well, a very definite reason, Mr. Effect. Suppose the people who are living in the house are our bank robbers. Suppose they've taken Trooper Richards' prisoner and holding him hostage. Suppose they are. They can't hold him forever. What are you going to do? Just sit around and wait? Mr. Effect, may I make a suggestion? Sure, Dan. Go ahead. Stop asking so many questions. Let's have to hold this. Finish the story. All right. The life of one state trooper, Mr. Effect, is worth a lives of a dozen criminals. We have a plan whereby we can keep young Richards alive. Go on, Captain. Two days ago, the Boston police captured one of the most ruthless killers this country has ever known. You've probably heard of him. He's called a professor. A professor? Yes, a very unusual type. For years, I've hoped for the chance to study him. Doc, we're going to give you that chance. The professor is being held in Communicado by the Boston police. We want you to go up there and look him over. Spun him. Spun him. I'll leave it at once. Just a minute, Doc. That's only half the deal. Here it comes. Assuming that the people in the abandoned house are our bank robbers, and that they're holding Trooper Richards as hostage, there's only one person who could get to them without arousing their suspicions. I think I'm beginning to understand, Captain. You want me to assume the identity of the professor and make a call on your fugitive. That's it, Doc. You kind of look like the professor. He's a smooth acting gentleman, so are you. No, don't do it, Dan. That's fair facts, please. There'll be no danger. No danger? Do you know what you're saying? The first thing those two are going to ask is, how did you know they were hiding in that house? We're prepared for that, Ms. Fairfax. Two days from now, there'll be a daring daylight hold up in the neighboring town of Bolton. The crime will be attributed to the professor. The professor, but you said that you... The crime will merely be attributed to the professor. Newspapers and radio broadcasts will attest to that fact. Excellent, excellent. It'll only be natural for the professor to take refuge in the abandoned house. That's it, Doc. Those two fugitives did. Why not the professor? I still say it's crazy. What if the fugitives had met the professor before? What if they had... It isn't likely that any small-time operators would know a big shot like the professor by sight. He'd be careful not to let them. Quite right, Captain. Besides, this will give me a splendid opportunity to study some unusual types that close hands. Then you can't go. I'm sent to Miss Fairfax, the man's life is at stake. Yours will be too if you're sicker enough to agree to this plan. Anyway, your birds will probably have flown by the time you get there. There's another chance of that. The house is being watched day and night. So you see, Miss Fairfax, it's quite safe. It isn't. You'll be murdered. I know you will. And if I don't go, Trooper Richards will be murdered. Well, then I'm going to. Of course you're not going. I am. I'm going to call Murray. Don't Fairfax try and be reasonable for a change. Mario's on his vacation, you know that. Anyway, the plan wouldn't work if three of us attempted to take refuge in the abandoned house. Come along, Captain. We'll catch the first planes of all. Dan, come back here. Oh, that crazy idiot. Hello, Operator. I want Western Union. Western Union? I want to send a telegram. Tomorrow comes the wedding. Hi, Nicky Boy. Come on in. I was too very rich this morning. OK, I guess. Look, Trixie, I have to keep the guy tied up all the time. Do we have to keep him tied up? Oh, Nicky Boy, sometimes I think you got softening of the brain. OK, maybe I have. Maybe having to stay here cooped up in this lousy dump is driving me nuts. Maybe we... Shut up. No, I want to get out of here. I was a sucker to listen to you in the first place. You've got anything else to say, Nicky Boy? Don't Trixie, put the gun away. Yeah, I'll put it away. But one more crack out of you charming the next time I don't miss. OK, Trixie, OK. You don't need to worry about me. I better not need to worry about you, you dumb punk. But once for me, you'll be cooling your shins in a cell right now. Yeah, I know, Trixie. You're right. Forget I said anything, will you? You better crawl, you little weasel. This is a thanks I get for putting in the big time. Yeah, yeah, yeah. But if we could only get out of here... We'll get out of here when they heat off. Not until... I suppose they find it. Oh, don't be a dope. I've had this hideout case for weeks. Nobody'll find us here. Yeah, the motor cop did. All right, so the motor cop found us. Why? Because you were dumb enough to light a fire. By just for that, I ought to shoot your ears off you. Oh, forget it, will you? I already admitted it was my fault, didn't I? There's a big help in missing it. How do I know you will pull some other dumb trick? I won't, Trixie, don't help me. It's better now. But how long do we have to stay here anyway? Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day. Depends on how things look. Two more days? Look, Trixie, that cop's going to be missed. They're going to come looking for him. Yeah, damn, we're in that driver's seat, no matter which way you figure it. Anybody come here looking for that cop will make a deal with him. What? You mean? Yeah, I mean... What do you suppose we've been keeping him alive for? Now, quit asking so many questions. He ain't got nothing to worry about. Yeah. I guess you're right, Trixie. They was looking for the cop. We'd have heard it on the radio. Yeah, we would. The battery's brand new. Turn it on. Let's have some music. Okay, Trixie, I'll turn it on. And it has now become definitely established that the lone bandit who shot and killed the paymaster of Robert Lumbermill was the gangster's own as the professor. State police are making an intensive search of the countryside near Bolton. Well, how do you like that? The professor's operating again and in Bolton, too. The professor? I thought he was only in law after the Chicago job. Well, looks like you got tired of laying low, Nicky Boy. Oh, then dumb cop, thinkin' they can catch the professor. Oh, Nicky Boy, there's a character I'd like to meet. Him and me could go places together. Yes, sir, there's a guy who's got what it takes. You ain't never met him, Trixie? Of course I ain't, it's few that have. He's a smart operator, that lad. You ought to study the professor's technique. Maybe it'll get someplace. Oh, Trixie, ain't I doin' all right, that professor? Yes, sir, he and me could go places together. Yes, Trixie. Hey, what's that? It's an automobile. Look, it's goin' up the lane. It's the cops, I knew it. Shut up, don't get us, we ain't got a chance. Oh, shut up, I say it's done. That ain't no cop. What do you mean it ain't no cop? Because there's only one of them. You think a cop could come driving up here and draw daylight like that? Some punk has lost his way or maybe wants to drink a water or something. What are we gonna do if he sees that trooper? He won't see no trooper. Go and open the door. What are we gonna do? What do you got your gun up for? Never mind, go on and do as I say. Trixie, Trixie, you ain't gonna... Ain't I? Nicky boy, you got a lot to learn in this business. You might just as well begin now. Open the door. No. No, Trixie, look, I'll talk to him. Maybe I can send him away on your own. You do like I say, do I blast you, poof? Okay. Okay, Trixie. I'll open it. Just a moment, we're returning to the third act of Danger Dr. Danfield. The first and now for the third act of... Danger Dr. Danfield. You do like I say, do I blast you, poof? Okay. Okay, Trixie. I'll open it. Yeah. What do you want? Well, for a moment you rather startled me. I thought there was no one at home. What do you want? I was wondering if I could use your telephone. See, I'm... I want to come in. Oh, I beg your pardon, I didn't know there was a lady here. You guessed right, there ain't. Okay. Who sent you? Sent me. I don't believe I understand. You see, I was on my way... Come on, come on, quick, darling. Before I knock you off, I want the answer to a few questions. Knock me off? Do you mean to intend shooting me with that gun? You catch on fast, copper. Copper? My dear young lady, you were a friend of me as a police officer. Doctor, you sure put on a smooth ax. Hey, Nick. Yeah, Trixie? See what he's got, that bag. Okay, give me the bag, bud. Well, look here. Give me the bag! Very well. There you are, my man. All right. What's in it, Nick? Keepers. Well, what is it? What is it? Take a look. Well, I'm a green bag. Fundles of them. Oh, come, there isn't so much there. I'd like to call up my small change first. Small change? Hey, who are you anyway? Trixie. I know. That radio broadcast... Wait a minute, wait a minute. Let me look this lug over. The radio broadcast? Give it a detailed description of the professor Trixie. How did you know my name? My dear girl, your associate here called you Trixie at least three times since I entered the house. No, he did. Yes, and he referred to... Rather, you referred to him as Nick. Trixie and Nick. Could it be... No, Trixie Talbot would never allow herself to become involved with... Oh, forgive me, I've said too much. You ain't said nothing. What's the matter with Trixie Talbot? There's nothing wrong with Trixie Talbot. Oh, I get it. Hey, Nick. Yes, Trixie? You go on outside and take a look around. Oh, but look, can I go on? Go on, quit arguing. Okay, Trixie, you don't have to get sore. Well, that's better. Now, shall I finish what I was about to say, Trixie? You don't need to, I know. So you're him, huh? You're the professor. At your service, my dear. I like that. At your service, he says. Yes, sir, professor, you're just like they said, a real gentleman. Thank you, my dear. Sit down, professor. Over here. We got a lot to talk about. Yes, sir. We got to get acquainted. Can't you drive a little faster, Mario? Dr. Danfield may be dead by now. No, not to the dark. If you're very funny, follow the dark. Sometimes I think maybe he never died. Maybe it's funny to you, but it isn't to me. Dr. Danfield is in danger, and we've got to save him. Save him? I think maybe the doc is going to save us before we get through. Don't stop that laughing. I'm worried. You don't want to see the doc together with the senorina Rusty, huh? Of course I don't. Hey, you know, I think you're very much in love. I... I don't know. You don't know? That's very funny. Always the girl she don't know. Not the match she don't know. Well, maybe I am a little. Sure, sure. Just a little. Look here, senorina Rusty. That girl don't know love a little. Either she loves all over herself or she don't love at all. Maria knows all about it. Mario knows too much. Were you ever in love, Mario? Was Mario ever in love, senorina? You should ask me that. Well, were you? Senorina, you should be ashamed. Look, how you think I get all these scars on my face? How you think I can give you such a good advice? How you think I'm so happy all the time, senorina? Mario in love. Mario's in love all the time. Was the same girl? Was he the same girl? Oh, no, no, no. That's a different. You didn't ask me that. What for I got to be in love with the same girl? That's no fun. Mario, your price was... Well, sure. I just... What do you mean by that? The price was... You think Mario works at no price? Oh, on the contrary, Mario. Mario, look. What's the matter now? That house up there. That's the one I'm sure of it. What makes you so sure? If not here, Captain Otis, describe it to Dr. Danfield? Yeah, ma, how are you so sure? Well, look. That car parked in front. That's Dr. Danfield. Hey, that's all right. That's the doctor's automobile, all right. Come on, we'll go up on the seat. Oh, no. We don't want to do that. They'll hear us and be ready. Then what do you think we're going to do, senorina Rossi? Let's park our car in the bushes here and sneak up. Sneak up? That's a very good idea, Mr. Rossi. We sneak up like the Indian Red Man, eh? Something for that, Mr. Rossi. Professor, I gotta hand it to you. Yes, sir, I gotta hand it to you. You're done all right for yourself. You're a very flattering trick, see? And now about the proposition you met a little while ago. Oh, yeah. Yeah, the proposition. Professor, how much goes in that small change, Professor, yours? Oh, possibly 10 Gs? Just like that, huh? 10 Gs. You don't bat an eye. Professor, you kill me. Now, look, you see that bag sticking out from under the couch? Not unlike my own. It's just like it. What's in it's just like what's in yours, too. Only there's more. More? Yeah. There's more than 15 grand in that satchel, Professor. You don't say? Yeah, I'm saying it. Yeah, that 15 with the 10 you got makes a pretty good stake. Done it, Professor. Need it does. Yes. Yes, a very good stake, Trixie. You get it, Professor. We start out with 25 grand, see? You and me together. We take it from there together. But look here, Trixie, since I have only 10. Oh, sure. So I chip in five more than you. Okay, you've got brains. You've got fancy torque. You're a smart operator. I need a guy like you, Professor. We could go places. Is it a deal? It's very fair of you, Trixie. But there's one little item I'm afraid you've forgotten. Yeah? Yes. Nick. Nick? Oh, don't be dumb, Professor. You and me know how to handle guys like Nick. Why, when somebody gets in our way, we're... There's a man up there sneaking up through the woods. You're crazy. No, I ain't. The cops... Oh, shut up. Huh. Hey, Professor, come here. See something, Trixie? I'll say I do. Look out there. Out where? In heaven. Is there something wrong, Professor? No way that gun, Trixie. You can't... Many of yours, huh? There's some associates of mine. What's that? Sounds as though they're coming from the next room. Yeah, it did. It's a state grouper. Maybe he's getting loose. Should I go look Trixie? Oh, that super-whoop call. How did you know about him? Well, I heard it's in the... Uh, rather rather than the newspapers, put it on the radio. You remember? There wasn't no newspapers and it wasn't on the radio. Trixie, this... Shut up, Nick. So, Mr. Professor, it's hard to put one over on Trixie, Talbot, huh? Trixie, I think the time has come for us to be frank to each other. Yeah. Nick. Yeah, Trixie. Take care of them two outside. Run out the back way and don't ask any questions. Stay here, Nick. Do as Trixie says. You'll regret it. I won't. Hike down you! Go on, Nick. Do like I said. Where are they all, this Nicky boy? I'm going, Trixie. You don't have to get sore. Now, Professor, this is gonna be a pleasure. Is it? Why not make it doubly pleasurable by first permitting me to explain why? For that guy who's gonna be knocked off, you got a nerve, mister. Who are you, anyway? My name is Danfield, Dr. Daniel Danfield. You see, I've made a business of setting unusual types of criminals such as you, Trixie. And I find... Oh, that takes care of your friends, Dr. Danfield. So I'm an unusual type, am I? Indeed you are, Trixie. However, I might say that your associate's Nick is much more unusual. As a matter of fact, he's a type... That you, Nick, come on in. I want you to hear this. This guy says that you're a... I'm sorry, Trixie. The gentleman approaching you from behind is not Nick. No, don't try to kid me, tell me. All right, Nick. Nick, beat up. Very funny. Oh, Nick. He thinks that my name is... I knew that! She fights a go there, don't she? Maybe I've fallen in love with her. In a moment, we're returned with the conclusion of Danger Dr. Danfield. But first, another conclusion of... Danger Dr. Danfield. And this incident, of course, concluded the case and definitely proved my foregoing statement that outside agencies frequently influence the actions of the criminal mind. Is... Something wrong, Ms. Fairfax? Yes. I hope you don't expect your lecture classes to believe that. Believe what, Ms. Fairfax? But it was a woman who influenced Nick to turn bank robber. Wasn't Fairfax? It was! But it hadn't been for Trixie's influence. Nick would have never been affected. Oh, it was not. What, Ms. Fairfax? I said not. He never influenced men to do anything. Men are too stubborn and ornery and... Ms. Fairfax, I'm about to prove your theory untrue. Oh, you are? Yes. Would you mind stopping this way a moment? What do we want? Ms. Fairfax, I'd intended spending the afternoon in the library studying. Would you influence me against it? Would I? Do you mean like that? Yes, Ms. Fairfax. It's very satisfactory. Get your hat. We're going places.