 There's a lot of guys in LA who wear black suits, bushers, waiters, floor walkers, and the crew down at the coroner's office. Petitcini wore a black suit, but he didn't do any of those things. He had a different angle. I found that out the first time I saw him. A big guy with a lot of black hair and a pair of hands He could have rented out to a shovel company. You know, it started last Thursday, you know, one arm joined on 6th Street. I was working on a cup of coffee that would have been exhibit A for the restaurant commission, and the skinny guy runs the place got ambitious. Hey, bud, something to go with your coffee or bear claw, maybe, huh? I'll show you on the coffee a while. I made it myself. I got a special recipe. It's a secret. Save it for the next war. We'll need some weapons. Oh, try to please the public, and what do you get? Nothing but talk. Everybody got to have an answer. I'm gonna be a big man in this business someday, and then... Sure, sure. Your phone's ringing. Maybe it's JP Morgan. Well, your wife's got herself, man. So it's only your girl. I ain't got one. A girl ties you down, you can't get nowhere. It's a bad business. Hello, you bear claw coffee shop, you who? I'll ask him. Hey, bud, is your name Regan? Who wants to know? A guy named Lion. Hang up on him. Bad business? Hanging up on people? Here. Okay. Yeah? Oh, Jeffrey, I'm glad I finally located you. I know this your day all. I'm busy, so long. Wait, wait, wait. I just thought I might be able to help you relax, relieve the tension. What's in it for you? No, no, Jeffrey. I intend to watch the workouts at the Lacy Street gym today, but I can't make it myself. Now, if you care to go, just use my name at the main gate. They'll let you right in. Who's the client? Client? Client? I didn't say anything about a client. Of course, if you want someone to talk to, someone who knows the ins and outs of the fine manly sport of boxing, there's a champ named Petticini. Be sure to look him up. Give him my best regards. Old friend, room together in college. What college? So did I. So long. And now, wait, wait. I thought you could enjoy yourself at the gym. Meet Petticini, talk to him, find out what he wants. Then the first thing tomorrow, you can start right in, showing the kind of service international. That's bad business. You're hanging up on people. Oh, shut up. Every time I get hot under the collar, I always sit down and drink myself a cup of coffee. You want some? I'm not that hot. Oh, is that going to be for you that him call him back? Try hello. You'll pick it up from there. Hey, where you going? What do I see? Try hello. You'll pick it up from there. Hey, where you going? What do I say to him? Try hello. You'll pick it up from there. That's what you just said. I had my choice of talking to the lion again or going straight out to the Lacy Street gym and talking to a guy named Petticini. I already knew what the lion had to say. So I drove out of Sunset past El Verado, found it in the middle of the block. A big pile of cement that might have been a soundstage once. I drifted through the gate, started up the ramp. That's when a little guy wearing a hat he could have used for a snoot, stuck out of hand. Price is 50 cents. 50 cents to watch. I worked for Anthony J. Lion. He said to use his name. All right, you used it. Four bits. You always this nice? I won first prize this week. You must have cheated. Look, the name's Joey Arch. He used to fight Bannamway. Now you're tempting me into being an assault with a deadly weapon if I hit you. I'll wire for help. Oh, cut it out. All the time answers, answers. Look, I came here to see a guy named Petticini. And Joe is making it tough for you, is that it? Huh? My name is Petticini. Are you looking for me? Oh, yeah. Yeah, Lion sent me. You be rigging? Joey, apologize. Don't you, Joey? Yeah, but this guy... Oh, okay, rigging. I think I'm still fighting sometimes. Thanks for coming. Look, I've been working out with the boys. I want to get out of these clothes and catch a shower. My office is upstairs. I'll be right up. Make yourself at home. It wasn't much of an office. A couple of rooms with a connecting wastebasket. I figured Petticini wasn't going to retire from what he made out of the boxing business. I was just finishing my cigarette when he walked in. This time, he wasn't wearing the sweatsuit. He was wearing a black one. But he skipped the white carnation. I didn't figure too much for that white collar he was wearing backwards. Father Petticini? Yes, that's right. I didn't know you were a priest down there. Well, you can't punch a bag wearing a cassock. You're surprised, aren't you? I'm 38 years old, rigging, and I get surprised every day. There's no other Petticini around here. No, I'm the one you're supposed to see. Maybe the lion didn't know you were a priest either. Well, come to think of it, I may not have mentioned it when I phoned him. I thought so. Well, Father, we'd be glad to help, but I'm not sure you have anything to be in our line. This is in your line. All right, Father, what can I do for you? Find Davey Lang. Do you know him? Middleweight? One who topped Al Schumer two nights ago. That's him. A guy like Davey would be hard to lose. Not so very. You know anything about him? I've seen him fight. He's a comer. Turned pro a couple of years ago, that's all. I'll tell you the rest. He's got a good right hand, and he keeps on training. He's one of my boys, Reagan, and I want him back. A guy like Davey can take care of himself. Nobody can take care of himself. Davey's on parole, Reagan. He made a mistake once. And you'd want him to make another one? He's due to report it to Repul at the parole office before Saturday. What's he waiting for, an engraved invitation? I don't know, Reagan. I haven't talked to him lately. Oh, he's disappeared. He gave him a rulebook when they let him loose. He knows what he's doing. And you and I both know what it means if he antagonizes those people. It'd be rotten if they sent him back up. Rotten. You can only do one job, Father. How do a dozen if I have to? That's why I wear this collar. Have you got a line? Yeah. Thanks. You know, I was raised on this street, Reagan. I've known a lot of guys like Davey Lange, kids who make little mistakes that turned into big mistakes. You figured Davey Lange hasn't made that big one yet. I figured Davey Lange isn't going to make that big one. That's why I sent for you, Reagan. Here, here's a check. If it takes more, I'll get it. No thanks. You won't help me? Well, I didn't say that. Why do you turn up missing, Father? Right after his bout last Tuesday night. I'm his manager in train Italy. He gets going. He dropped Al Shomer in the fourth. Ten minutes later, I went to his dressing room. And he was gone. I haven't seen him since. Anybody else see him? Doorman, cab driver? No. I thought he'd call me, but he hasn't. I've been over to his place three times. No answer. What do his people say? His parents' dad. He lives alone at this address. You've seen him in the ring. You know what he looks like. Yeah. Does he have a girl? I don't know. Anything else that'd help? Yes. Davey's a good boy. I told you I'll do the job, Father. You'll do it better if you believe in him. Supposed to turn out different. I'll tell you about a middleweight named Ignatius Loyola. Look, nobody's gonna put Davey's picture on a church window. You don't have to be a saint to make the finals. Even the Bible says sin's here to stay. And that's why people like me will always have a job to do. All right, Father. I'll let you know when I have something. Thanks, Regan. Oh, Regan. Yeah? You didn't ask me why I didn't call in the police. I didn't have to. Davey's not in violation until Saturday. Crosby did it. I don't know why I could. I left him standing there blowing smoke rings. A kind of smile came on his face. Like maybe he just got some inside dope and something real big. But I didn't feel like smiling. I climbed in my car and drove down to Missing Persons Bureau. They hadn't picked up anybody who looked like Davey Lange. Then I went through the dead and unclean records over the city morgue. Nothing there. Lincoln Heights and City Jail, all the hospitals turned up the same. Nothing. It was after seven when I got to the address, Father Petticini had given me. Red Brick apartment house in South Marathon. Davey's place was on the second floor. I pulled out a ring of skeletons and won my letter on the third key. I didn't expect to find anything. I was wrong. A blue suit with a scar across his face was standing in the middle of the room. It was dark in there, but I could still see that 45. Then I began to feel nervous. Like a hula dancer in a forest fire. All right, nosey. Close the door. Walk over to that wall. That's right. Okay. Now. Tell me you're the landlord. Hmm? Milkman? Friend of Davey's? That way, huh? Well, you... Listen, boss. Don't you guys ever learn? My knees folded like an army card. I can't see pinwheels all over the place. You knelt down beside me and went through my pockets. I heard him grunt when he found my gun. Then he lit a match to read my billfold. He didn't like what he found there, either. Your name is Regan and you're gum healing for Davey Lang. Who sent you? I asked you one question. Who sent you, Regan? Was it Mel Lawrence? Did she hire you? She'd have more brains in there. Ah, that priest, wasn't it? Davey ain't got no family. It was the sky pilot who hired you, wasn't it? Pedicini. Yeah. Pedicini. Why didn't I think of that, huh? Pedicini! It was a good show, but I didn't catch the last act. I did remember the advance publicity. Any kind of preview tell you Davey Lang hadn't just run out on a priest and parole board. There was a lot more I had to find out and figured Father Pedicini wasn't going to like the way it wound up. It was an ice age later I rolled over and found out I had some legs. Then I found a bottle of scotch on top of the stove and that helped a lot. I tugged on it while I went around the place. There were three suits and an empty suitcase in the closet and some shirts and things in one of the drawers. Wherever Davey'd gone he was traveling light. I was trying to fit in the guy with a scar when I remembered him talking about a girl named Mel Lawrence. I polished off the scotch and tried the telephone book. I was lucky. It said Mel Lawrence lived over on Melrose. I was still rocking on my heels when I rang a bell. When I saw that blonde hair I began to feel better. She stood there and looked at me a while like I was breathing some air I shouldn't. And she turned halfway around and gave me a profile. I wasn't expecting company or I'd change clothes. You got something better in there? Do you like the way I wear my hair? Fit your face. How about my face? Do you like it? It's nice. I'm looking for a new boyfriend. Mine ran out on me. Come on in. I keep my scotch over there and my bourbon over there. I'm a model. I work three or four days a week and the rest of the time I don't have anything to do. Well if things are that good why'd your boyfriend leave? You tell me. Maybe I can help. Sure you can. Just put your arms around me and kiss me. My name's not Davey. Shut up and kiss me. Well that wasn't the trouble. No. Tell me I'm pretty. You're pretty. Tell me you like me a lot. I like you a lot. Tell me you like to kiss me. Tell me that Davey used to tell me. Tell me all that and then tell me why he didn't pick me up. Why'd he clear out? Where's he gone? Sit down. What's the matter with me? What have I got that other girls haven't got? I said sit down. You hit me. It's time to talk sense. Who are you anyway? My name's Regan. I'm looking for Davey Lyon. What do you want with him? Father Pettigini hired me to find him. Father Pettigini? Who wants to make sure Davey keeps his nose clean? He didn't mention your name. I never met him. Davey's told me a lot about him. Only Davey isn't around anymore to tell me about him. No. Davey ran out on him. He ran out on me. Maybe he didn't. Oh, yes, he did. When Davey goes someplace, he just goes. That's all. You aren't going to find him. A blue suit with a 45 and a scar said different. I met him tonight. I met him tonight over Davey's place. You know Davey's playmates. Who is he? I don't know a man with a scar. Who is he? I don't know. I don't know. You aren't helping Davey. I'm not Pettigini. I couldn't help anyone. Go on, Regan. Get out of here. Get out of here. I don't feel very good. I don't feel very good at all. Well, I knew she had some more to say, but I knew she wasn't going to say it then. So I left her sitting there and got in my car and drove home. I wanted to think. I wanted to get one good reason that said Davey Lang wasn't playing on the wrong team. When the lion's around, you don't do any thinking. The lion was around. Jeffrey, Jeffrey, I'm glad you got home. I wanted to talk to you about Pettigini. He's a priest, isn't he? Yeah, why? Uh, run any expenses yet? No. Good, then we'll drop it. I'll phone him first thing in the morning. Recommend another agency. I've been thinking... You've been thinking wrong. We're staying with this one. Now, see here. I'm the president of International Detective Bureau, and I can't collect a bonus from a member of the clergy. It wouldn't seem right. You better not try. Oh, I wouldn't. I wouldn't. Those men take the vow of poverty. But we haven't taken any vow of poverty, and the agency has expenses. Now, get this. We're hired to find Davey Lang, and we're going to find him. Why? Why should we? Because everything doesn't add up to a dollar sign. No? Yes. A priest named Petticini. A guy named Davey Lang who's got a date with a parole call. Now, wait a minute, Regan. Wait. You've been touched by this thing. Get out of here. There's something in all this that's got to you. The humanity of the thing. Oh, I can see it now, Regan. Your picture on the front page. Me standing beside you. Brotherhood. Yeah, sure. Don't shove. The agency held up to public acclaim. Perhaps the paper starts a fund to repay us for our humble efforts. Out. Hey, Jeffrey. Jeffrey, I haven't finished. You can't shove me out the door that way. Jeffrey, let me in. What's the meaning of this? But I didn't tell him. I was thinking of Davey Lang and a blue suit with a scar. And Father Petticini and a blonde who had a lot of tears. It was all out of focus, like a 10-cent movie. Blue suit sounded like he knew Davey, but I didn't like the way he'd said it. I was trying to figure why Davey'd run. And that's when I got on the phone and checked a bookmaker on the one main street. How you, baby? What's up? Davey Lang. Al Shummerboud last Tuesday. Lang bounced him in the fork. Well, how did he figure before the fight? Oh, let's see. A language favorite. Plenty of eight to five around town. More than usual? Baby? Yeah. What? It came out right. Huh? Get it. Neither do I. I won't throw that one away. But an hour later it started to work through. It figured that Al Shummer, the other fighter, might be able to fill in some ballspots. I got his address from the Times Sports Desk in one town at his hotel. Place on Soda Street. But Al Shummer was through answering questions. He was lying on the floor when I got there. A knife the size of a baseball bat was sticking out the front of him. And he had company. Father Petticini. Seeking up where that knife left off. You'd better phone the police, Regan. Who did it? When did it happen? Regan just called the police. That's all. All right, I'll do it. But, Father. I know enough law for this one, Regan. I'm suspect number one. 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Buy United States bonds and keep them. And now, back to tonight's story of a man in black and Jeff Regan, investigator, had to do that. When I walked in that hotel room and found Father Petuccini standing over what was left of Al Shummer, it didn't take 20-20 vision to see Davey Lang was running hard, and Petuccini was blocking for him. And I phoned homicide and they showed up 10 minutes later. Sam Ducci was handling it. He changed eight shades when he saw who he had asked questions. But Sam Ducci's a cop, took him 13 years to get that double-breasted suit, and he started in. All right, all right, all of you, clear out, beat it. We'll dress it up later. Well, Father, you know what I gotta do. We all have our job, Lieutenant. I'm gonna ask you first, Regan. I came over to see Al Shummer. And he found me beside the body. I was administering extreme action. He was still alive? I wasn't sure, you know, in a case like that. Yes, I know, Father. What business you got with Al Shummer? He called me, asked me to come. Why? I don't know. I found him this way. Regan, how about you? I wanted to talk to him. About what? Fight. Fight, huh? It's all there is to it. You say, un grande bugiardo? I speak Italian, too. Se tu vuoi sapere qualunce, allora domande la me. Se tu domande, non sono esablindiente. Provattemi. Padre. Io ci ho una missione. E lo dei bavari. Regan. Io ti domande, non ho trovo. Quants more, Regan? Tell me why you want to see Shummer. Regan works for me, you ask me the question. All right, I ask you. Not here. Down at Headquarters, Lieutenant. Headquarters? You want me to arrest you? Regan found me in a room with a motored man. Enough to take me down for? What that? All right, Father, I take you into custody. And Regan, you know what you have to do? I know, Father. Well, let's get busy. Father? Yes. I've made a thousand arrests in my day. I've taken them in for everything. You sure you want me to do this? Like you said, we all have our jobs to do. When he said that, he was looking right at me. And I began to get a helpless feeling. Like a butterfly in a wind tunnel. When we got downtown, Sanducci waved a hand at a prowl car and had the driver turn into the garage instead of going in the front way. Then he climbed out and talked to some uniform standing in the office. They came over and got Father Petticini. As soon as they were out of sight, Sanducci turned to me. All my life I've been a carp, Regan. All the time I play it one way. I ask and they talk. If they don't, I lock them up till they do. Tonight I play it different. He didn't ask any favors. Those guys are taking them up to my office. No newspaper guys or anybody else is going to know he's in there. Then what? I won't ask him anything and neither will anybody else around here. Right now. What about tomorrow? I'm off duty then. Before I leave, I have to ask him something. He won't tell you. This is homicide. Who's he covering for, Regan? He's counting on you to turn up something. You'll find what he wants, Regan. You'll find it fast and you'll find it alone. You've got three hours to do whatever it is. And the morning squad comes in. They like reports and you can't stop reports. Now, Regan. Yeah? No follow among guns, sir. What does that mean? You better not make a mistake. Sanducci was bent on over backwards to give me time. Three hours to find Davy Lang. That meant I had to forget the routine stuff and try other ways. I got to Melrose as fast as I could. It took her five minutes to answer the door. She didn't look happy. What are you doing back here? I forgot my homework. Say you can't. I just did. Why? Oh, look, lady, we can pass up the preliminaries. Get to the main event. You... I want information. I want it fast. Where's Davy? I don't know. I lost my head and told you too much when you were here before. Where's Davy? You're hurting my arm. I'll break it if I have to. If you love him, tell me where he is. I don't know. Really, I don't. It's just like I told you. Come on. All right, all right. I was afraid. Talk. Davy told me he meant to throw that fight with Al Shomer Tuesday night. That he'd make a lot of money doing it. That we'd go away and get married, maybe. That's all I know. That isn't enough. The odds were with Davy, he won. Well, then ask Al Shomer what happened. He's all used up. Somebody stuck a knife in him tonight. What? And homicide's holding the priest. Father Petticini? You know why? I don't. Because he thinks Davy, boy, is still number one on the good parade. Now, you and I are no different. Now, tell me the real setup. I can't. I don't know. Then I'll tell you. Davy was gonna throw that fight. Then he found someone who'd pay him more to play it the other way. So we got together with Shomer. Shomer laid down on the fourth. Davy walked out on you and everybody. Maybe he did. But he didn't kill Shomer. I think he did. Shomer was gonna talk. Davy wouldn't kill a man. He's not bad. I heard that before. But he's not, he's not bad. He didn't show up for you, did he? No, but... He double-crossed Petticini by fixing a fight. Then he doubled back, didn't throw the fight. He was probably trying to double on Shomer tonight when he stuffed that shiv in his ribs. No, no, that's not Davy. Not Davy at all. No, lady. No, that's not Davy, of course not. Davy's a real good boy. I thought I had most of it when I left there. He'd figured Davy'd got a bright idea somewhere along the line and bettered himself to win. That meant he had to make a deal with Al Shomer. Only Shomer wasn't around to talk about it anymore. I figured if I walked into the station and gave that much to Petticini, he'd let homicide handle it from there. But I was wrong. Regan, did you find him? No. Something's happened to him. He's blown town. I can't believe that. Father, he was fixing a fight right under your nose. Davy? He was going to take a dive, but he didn't. And Shomer was Ian on it? Well, he must have tussled over the payoff. What else? Well, he's ratted on everybody's nose, including his girlfriend. We haven't heard Davy's story. He couldn't write one good enough. Isn't it that late? Father, you can call in Sanducci right now. You can tell him what I've told you. They sent out a pickup on Davy. You'll have to sooner or later. And what about the parole board? He's broken that. Shomer's dead. We don't know if he did that. Who else? It doesn't fit, Davy. All the rest of it does. That can be cleared up. You take a lot of convincing. You're a detective, Regan. You always come up with facts. All I've got is faith. In him? I can't believe he'd kill a man. I'll get Sanducci. All right, Regan. All right. Hey, Sergeant, I... You want... I'll throw Regan. Yeah. Where's Sanducci? In his office. I'll call him for you. Okay, Mark, please. Right in there. Pardon me, please. Who the hell are these people? Sure, I... Hey. All right, I've stopped to watch. Where is... Come on. He's back. Up on my point. Who's the son of H-28? Yeah. Come on. Let's go. Bottom of 27. Pardon me, please. Sure, I... Sergeant. Yeah. Never mind calling. Suit yourself, Regan. He didn't. The guy just showed up. Said he was a lawyer. Wanted to see him. Why? I don't know. All right, to send him in, wasn't it? I didn't answer that because the guy who'd passed me in the hall had his coat collar turned up. The glasses made it look good. But if he was a lawyer, he'd gone through law school in one day. I waited around outside. He wasn't in there long. Ten minutes later, he brushed out the door. I was waiting for him at the corner. Hello, Davy. How's murder these days? Easy, kid. This is a gun. You're no cop. I don't know what you told him in there, but I don't listen easy. Oh. You must be Regan. He'd been looking for me. Yeah. You slip around fast. That gun doesn't make you look that good. I saw the guy with a shiv in him. You might have used the same line on him. Father Petticini told me how you figured it. I can't blame you. I know it must have looked that way. You got something different? I'll tell it to you. I don't expect you to believe it. Did he believe it? About me fixing up the fight. That's right. I was gonna lay down for two grand. But you didn't. Who offered you four? I deserve that. But you got it wrong. Tell me how. I was up there in the ring, sparing with him. It was one of those crazy things. I wanted to make it look good, and, well, Shummer's got a glass jaw. One connected, and he went down for the count. Sounds like a fairy tale. I told you it wouldn't be easy. I had to run after the fight. Denton doesn't like things not to work out. When Shummer went down, the guy who was paying me lost a pile of dough. Wait a minute. The guy who was paying you... Toby Denton. The guy with the scar. Yeah. He's after me. Yeah. Yeah, he sure is. What's the matter? Well, my arithmetic's lousy. When I added this thing up, I put you in, but I left the scar out. What's that mean? It figured you killed Shummer to stop him from talking. I didn't. I can't prove it. I didn't. Well, whoever did called the pottery to come over there. The guy who killed Shummer wanted the pottery taken in. Why? Why would he want to... Because he knew hooking the pottery was a sure way to smoke you out of hiding. It was all a setup to get you. Toby Denton. You figured it smart, Beeper, but you got there too late. What? It was Denton. He was still wearing the blue suit and the scar. But this time he had help. A muscle and a trench coat. They were both carrying heavy artillery. Been waiting ten minutes for you two to finish up. Trench? Yeah. We'll just have to take Regan along with us. All right, straight ahead. Wait a minute, Toby. Regan had nothing to do with this. I'm the guy you wanted. Don't worry. We'll take good care of him. Me and Regan met once, didn't we, Beeper? How do you feel, Regan? Better than you will when they strap you down in that gas chamber, Tony. Yeah, that trench. Come on, Toby, let's move. We'll stay right here, Toby. Move? You know I can hardly handle myself. Gun butt wouldn't get me, too. You'll have to shoot. There's a cop station half a block away. Leave Regan. I'll go with you. I always wanted to plug somebody right outside a cop station. The kid was fast. He went after Toby with all he had. He had busy with the tall guy in the trench coat. He wasn't fast, but he was big, and he kept me busy. I landed a lucky kick that turned him green in a second, and after that it was easy. I turned around to give the kid a hand, but I was a second too late. Regan! Regan! Davey took him both in his chest. That's when Toby spun around and tried for me, but this time he was too late. Lie still, kid. I'll get a doctor. Regan. Regan, I... I've done everything wrong. I didn't want him to get you, too. Don't talk. He made up for it all. I'm not bad. All the way. No. Like the Padre always said. You're a good boy. Well, the ambulance got him to emergency hospital, and they went to work on him. I waited around with Father Pedicini all night until a nurse walked out, said that they were going to have to give Davey some transfusions, but he'd live. Then I got over to headquarters and explained the whole thing to Sanducci. He said it didn't make sense, but when I got Father Pedicini on the phone, they talked it over in Italian, and Sanducci seemed satisfied. So it was about 10 in the morning when I dropped in on the lion on the way home. He stretched out on a couch in his office. It was sagging in the middle. So was the lion. Oh, Jeffrey, Jeffrey, don't disturb me. I'm ill, Jeffrey Ile. Now what's the matter with you? Oh, it's that man Pedicini. He's a fiend, Jeffrey. Man's got an uncanny power. It isn't natural. Wait a minute. Where did you see Pedicini? At the hospital, of course. I checked with headquarters and found out what had happened, so I just thought I'd go over there. You mean you took his money after all? Took his money? Are you being funny? I walked in. The first thing I knew, he'd spin-gullied me into the operating room. The operating room? I'm a type, oh, Jeffrey. Me, the same blood type as Davey Lang. And you think you made this thing turn out right? Well, what are you grinning about? I don't see anything funny. You wouldn't, but you're up fat, so. Why? Why should I? The hospital pays 25 bucks for a pint of blood. You may get something out of this yet. CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System.