 Contating the wrap-up on the Butcher Benton package. I'm Lieutenant Dick Chason. This hadn't been a routine case. And to find the answer, I've had to put a lot of little pieces together. It began on the day most cases can be called closed. It was the day before the butcher was to be executed. He was visited by his attorney, Paul Lowe, in the death house. It was at this first meeting the Butcher Benton case took its first switch. Well, that's it, Butcher. The evidence against you is so strong the government turned down your appeal. You're a rotten liar, Lowe. And now you're still trying to throw me curves. Well, God, don't blame me for being edgy. But get this straight. I didn't double-cross you. I never worked harder for a client. You mean you never worked harder for a client to get him sentenced? You're a fool, Butcher. If you hadn't tried to double-cross Queen Mielus and Joe Marcello, they wouldn't have turned state's evidence against you. But you had to get greedy. You wanted to keep the whole $600,000 for yourself. When the boys got sore, and I don't blame them. It was all your idea. You blamed the whole job. You hired us when you found out our state's the money. You decided it was time for me to die. You got those two crumbs to turn state's evidence on me. You stinking rotten mouthpiece. We both know that isn't true, Butcher. Now, look, what's the sense in not giving me the money? Not going to do you any good. Well, I'll have the satisfaction of knowing that none of you three crumbs are going to spend it. What about Eva? Don't you hear something? You tell me where the money is. I'll see that she gets your share. I've got a different idea. I'm going to kill you and squeamie and Joe. Then I'll take care of Eva myself. You sick-headed ape. You're going to die tomorrow. Remember what I said? I'm going to get you. All three of you. Even for you, Butcher, that'd be quite a trick. So long, dead man. Remember what I said. Back in Los Angeles, two men sat in a bar room listening to a newscaster tell his headline story. He played up big the Butcher's threat to kill Paul Lowe, squeamie Ellis, and Joe Marcelli, for they're having turned state's evidence against him. Squeamie Ellis didn't seem happy over the Butcher's threat. Neither did Joe Marcelli. But they had figured, once a dead man, always a dead man. But this was one time everyone was in for a surprise, including the entire police department. You seen the headlines, Captain? Tell it that I just came in from San Francisco. Butcher's execution is set for five o'clock this afternoon. And like the newspapers say, he still refuses to talk about that stolen money. Well, I still have hopes of coming up with something. That's what I dropped by for, Dick. Butcher's execution, the department's marking it case closed. That means you'll be reassigned. I spent a whole year trying to break this case. As far as I'm concerned, Butcher's death is just the beginning. Of course, I can't prove it, but I think that Paul Lowe was the top man. And even though I have to keep working on it while off duty, I'm going to get Lowe, Squeamy Ellis and Joe Marcelli. Okay, Lieutenant. Officially, I've taken you off of the case. Unofficially, I wish you luck. Do me a favor. Keep me posted. Will do. Thanks, John. I headed for Eva Martin. She worked in the local burlesque house. I'm a cop, and my job is to ask questions and get answers. So I decided I might as well start again with her. I'd like to talk to you. Talk? You're a cop, aren't you? That's a good question. I can't even find a three-ton armored car, let alone the $600,000. I've been on the case a year. I've told you, and I've told you, and I've told you. I don't know anything about the money. I never did. Benton's gonna be dead in a little while. I thought it might make a difference. I never knew anything about the money. Call me dumb. I didn't even know Charles was in the rackets until the trial. Take it easy, Karen. Here's your rest. The $600,000 stolen in the armored car holdup paid for his crimes against society in the gas chamber in San Quentin. Now for a look at the international scene. No waste. Here's on Benton. I feel so badly about Charles. If I'd known, maybe I could have done something. How about a drink? We could both use it. I just can't drink while she's working. Boy, see? What's that? Well, now what's the matter? The message from Charles. He told me to open it if he died. How about a steak after the show? No, thanks. Not tonight, Paul. I didn't find out until much later, but Paul Lowe, in opening the letter the butcher had given Eva, found a map outlining his section of the city sewer system. And clearly identified was the spot where the butcher had hidden the stolen payroll. He replaced it with a $50 bill. I guess he figured $50 to gain $600,000 was not a bad day's work. 200 miles away in San Francisco, the case took another switch, which turned the next 72 hours into one long hideous nightmare. Dr. Bradshaw, a distinguished biochemist, was making preparations for a final experiment which he hoped would lead the way to a cure for cancer. He'd been successful with laboratory animals. The last step called for a human body. And Dr. Bradshaw's assistant quickly made a deal with a local mortuary and returned to the laboratory with the dead body of butcher Benton. You made good time. Well, I didn't waste any. Any trouble? No, I just handed the money over and moved the body into your station wagon. That was that. Good. Get a syringe. He's in good shape. Well, I hope so. We'll get other blood samples later. We'll run this one through fast. Right. Now wheel him into the machine and then raise him. Right. You mean you're going to give him 287,000 volts? Yes, yes. I'll get the fluoroscope set. We'll check with that before we start dissecting. Turn off the lights. You respond properly, and my theory is sound. You'll be more famous dead than alive. Tell the switch. I thought I saw a pulsation at the park. Dr. Bradshaw is beginning to breathe. You've brought this man back to life. No, Russell has simply responded to a terrific electrical shock. That's all. But it does prove that the cells still function. Dr. Bradshaw. He is alive. A shock reaction at camp last. His cells are multiplying now if your theory is right. We could keep that reaction going longer from the supply room. It's a night ride too. Hurry, hurry. You mustn't move. Your heart can't stand the strain. Now you must lie still. Please, please. Easy now. Easy. Easy. You must lie. Easy. Please. Bradshaw's experiment had given life back to the butcher. He tried to talk, but the electrical voltage had burned out his vocal cords. Yet it hadn't destroyed his brain. He knew who he was. He knew who he hated. He stumbled about the room. I think he fought only about one. Kill low, squeamy, and Joe Marcelli. A tremendous electrical voltage that Dr. Bradshaw had given the butcher had increased his cellular structure to the point where he was no longer a man. Dr. Bradshaw's experiment had created a vicious, brutal animal with an almost inconceivable amount of strength. Dr. Bradshaw must have believed the butcher's regained life would last for only a few minutes. Therefore, instead of calling for help, the doctor decided to handle his creation alone. Easy, Batten. Just relax. I'm a doctor. I want to try to help you. Do you understand me? You're in my laboratory. The execution was carried out and you were declared dead. I tried an experiment on you and brought you back to life, although I didn't intend that. Now, you've had a great shock. Now, come and sit down. Be quiet. Come and sit down. Reactions are violent. How do you explain this? Each cell must have multiplied a hundred times. Perhaps thousands. His strength is unbelievable. No, no, no. It's too late for the anal nitrate. I want to get some blood samples. Make some tests on him. Find out what's happened. Get me a syringe. I want the needle penetrate the skin. This issue must be nearly a solid mass of cells. How are we going to get the blood sample? Surgically, perhaps. Take it easy. You can't leave here now. I'm responsible for your being alive. Towards the end of this case, Captain Lauder and I found out the doctor and his assistant had been murdered. But I'm getting ahead of my story. The butcher didn't know how he had been brought back from the dead and he didn't care. All he knew, he was alive. Then this monster-made man started thinking about Los Angeles. On that very day in Los Angeles, I decided to stop playing detective for a little while. I went to the burlesque house to ask Eva to have dinner with me. After all, the butcher was dead and if I got lucky, sooner or later I figured Paul Lowe would lead me to the stolen payroll. In a way that possibility made me even feel better. It's not fair to watch the show from backstage. Next time I'll pay admission. I take it by that remark you like my routine. Yeah, you're pretty good. What I can't figure out though is why you stay in a place like this. It shouldn't be hard for someone like you to get a job in a class spot. If you were a detective, I'd be willing to bet with a line like that your next remark would be how about dinner? Well, not exactly dinner, but a hamburger might be a good idea. If you're asking in an official capacity, I can't say no. I'm off duty. For the past six months all I've ever called you is Lieutenant Chasen. Do you have a first name? Dick. Give me ten minutes for a quick change because you just made yourself a date, Lieutenant. I mean, Dick. I haven't had hamburger in the front seat of an automobile with a guy in those lot of years. Well, from now on we'll do it more often. Fine. I always figured a policeman wasn't really a human being. I mean, unless he was arresting someone or trying to solve a case, he was unhappy. It shows you how wrong you are. In fact, everyone on the force gets fed up occasionally with the job they do. Maybe we're more human than anyone else. We see so much trouble we get to hate the word. But as long as the world's filled with people, you'll have to be men who enforce the laws. What made you join the department? Now who's making with the questions? No, honest. I'd love to know. Well, it's really a very short story. When I got out of the Air Corps, I knocked into work for an oil company. One day I went back to college on the GI bill. Just before graduation, I noticed all about the police department exams. It seemed a pretty good thing to do with your life. So I took the exams, passed, then went on from there. If I ask one more question, would it be me straight up? Try it. Am I still part of the Charles Benton investigation? I mean, right now. I don't think so. As far as the department's concerned, when Benton was executed, the case was marked closed. Inside of me, that's not good enough. I don't follow. Well, the $600,000 is still missing. And a fast talking underworld lawyer like Paul Lowe is walking around the free man. Someday, no matter how long it takes, I'll get him and the money. Until I do, the Benton case for me is not closed. Give you my word, Dick. Charles Benton never told me anything about the money. Well, I've been sure of that for a long time. How did you ever get mixed up with anyone like the butcher? There's trouble ever to start. It just happened. I had a roommate who used to date Benton all the time. One day she packed and left for Chicago. Benton carried a torch for her and used my shoulder to cry her. First thing I knew, we were having dinner together. And a few weeks later, I was labeled by the police as this number one suspect and Benton's girl. But it was never like that. I made only one mistake. I felt sorry for him. You mean, until he was arrested for the robbery and the killing, you had no idea how he earned a living? I know this is going to sound crazy, but I only went out with Benton a couple of times. And all we ever talked about was Madge, my old roommate. The last time I saw him, he tried to get too friendly. And that's when I told him he had the wrong girl. But like I said, I already made my mistake. What about the burlesque house? How do you two fit together? You sound like a lot of other people. I left a small town a couple of years ago because I won a beauty contest. And the first prize was a spring kiss. After which, nothing happened? That's right. Only it was pretty rough. And then one day I read an ad about girls wanted for a burlesque show. I auditioned and I got the job. You know what I'm saying? It's like any other job. If you're looking for trouble, you can find it even in a school room. Well, when the screen test didn't work out, why didn't you go on home? Well, first you have to have a home to go back to. My folks are dead, so my Angeles was as good as any place else. I don't know about you, but I did eight shows a day and at this hour I'm washed. Mind if I drive you home? No. And I'll tell you something else. I haven't minded anything about tonight. Not even the hamburger. I kept playing tag with Lowe. He made four telephone calls. Three of them didn't interest me, but one did. The one to Joe Marcelli. I watched Joe head for his meeting with Lowe. And for some unknown reason, I began to get the feeling that this case was finally about to explode in my favor. You see what I mean? Shut up, you flea bag. Look who's calling names. At least I ate a squealer, a stoolie. I warned you before. All right, Harry, that's enough. I'll take care of it. I want to talk to you. Okay, Mr. Lowe. With any future business you've got with this psycho, take care of it upstairs in your office. Down here sooner or later he's going to get slugged, crippler, no crippling. Shut up, Tim. Sit down. You're sober enough to understand? Yeah. I run out of dope. No wonder. Look it. You used to be the best torch man in town. Now I don't think you could crack a safe if you knew the combination. No jobs. Nobody wants me since I turned states on Benton. That's your joy. You taught me. All right, quick cry. I got a job for you. If you can stay off that stuff long enough. You know what I can if I've got a job? What is it? It's two grand different for you. Where? The interest of two grand ain't much. Out of 600,000? The other expenses. Besides, that money's plenty. You want it or do I get another one? I'll do it. How soon do you want me to go to work? Set it up for tomorrow night. Call me before noon. I'm going to the races. One. That's all those jobs open. Here was walking slowly toward Los Angeles. He traveled through wooded hills to prevent being seen by anyone. Finally he came to a quiet road. He stopped to get his bearings. And then he saw her. He saw something else. An automobile. For the butcher that rang a bell. With a car, he knew by the next afternoon he'd be in Los Angeles in plenty of time to catch up with the three men who had double-crossed him. Helping strangers in distress. I hope you don't mind me using the babe here as bait. Why the dishes, isn't she? But that's what she gets paid for. Bait, that is. Yes, sir. She's a real shaker artist in my outfit. Carnival man myself. Just call me Connie. Yeah. Well, friend, we're in a little bit of difficulty here. Got a flat tire, brand new car, no tools in the back. Why some of these dealers make my carnival griptors look like babes in the woods. Some kill a whole. Say, who you with, friend? Let it down. Let it down. No matter who you with, friend, if you leave me, I could do better for both of us. I'll make a fortune for the both of us. Later, the San Francisco police department sent out an APB. Squads were sent to various parts of the countryside. They were thrown up to catch the cold-blooded killer, the hysterical girl had described. Each squad kept reporting back to central headquarters, and each of their stories was the same. So far, none of them had spotted the car the killer was driving. Orders were given to shoot to kill. In the girls' further accounts, they realized they were dealing with a maniac. This information will answer all of your questions. If I can be of any further service, let me know. Sincerely, J.L. Outer, Captain Police, L.A. Another all point, some CHP, Captain. These reports sound like they come from a bunch of loonies. Sure do. There it is. Sergeant, I want Lieutenant Chaston to look these over as soon as he comes in. All right, Captain. The next morning, I read the stories of the brutal murder of the two police officers. I also read the witnesses' statement about the bullets having no effect upon the killer. I felt sorry for the witness, and I thought about how easily a person's mind can become confused when suddenly they receive a brutal shock. I didn't believe a man existed who could not be stopped by a slug from a 45. Good morning, Captain. You and the rest of the force are going on 24-hour duty. Seeing the headlines? You mean this guy that's running a mock-up north? In the latest report, he's killed two police officers. They're to get away in a green coop heading south. I gotta hunch this killer's gonna be our baby. He could be in town right now. Yeah. You better get started, Lieutenant. Okay. Any new leads on that whole, if any? I think the girl can probably be counted off. If any of the others are wise, they're keeping mighty quiet. Well, let it ride for now. The whole force is gonna be on the spot until we catch this killer. Newspapers will have a field day. We were wrong about two things. The killer was already in our city, and we didn't know he was Butcher Benton. He headed straight for Eva Martin. He went to her dressing room to get back the map he had left in the envelope with her. He wanted first to check his money, then catch up with Lowe and the others. Can't be. You do look like a really different somehow. It is you. Why didn't somebody tell me? What's happened, Sheriff? Those look like bullet holes. Are they? Isn't even a mark? I opened it like you told me. I found the $50. I didn't know why he left him. Paul didn't know why he was here. Don't, don't. Don't be crazy. The name of Paul triggered his hate. He left her dressing room, started for Squeamy Ellis and Joe Marcelli's place. Because he knew with them out of the way, Paul Lowe couldn't open the strongbox where the money was hidden. He thought of Squeamy and Joe first. He was saving Paul Lowe for last. Operator, let me please head quarters. Lieutenant Jason, please. When do you expect to tell him Charles Benton is alive and even bullets can't stop him? I'm not crazy. Just say a friend of Charles. He'll know. She tried to tell him the butcher was alive and on his way over to kill him. Squeamy didn't believe her and in a way you couldn't blame him. Who in their right mind would believe a man had returned from the dead? What Squeamy actually believed was that the butcher, before his execution, had hired a killer to carry out his threat. You sick? You don't look so good to me. And none of that, Eva. Save her. I could take over the matinee trick for you. What? It's easy. Look, Eva. I can do it. Da-ba-de-doo-doo-doo. Oh. Um, Christine, I just thought of something. Yeah? Eva agreed to let Francine do the show. She hoped she'd be able to interrupt the butcher before he arrived at Squeamy's hotel. Or, failing that, at least be able to warn him to stay out of sight. You want to meet Captain? Yeah, I just had a rundown on those fingerprints of a stolen car up north. I got nothing on the driver who was killed or the woman with him. Take a good look at these. There's something funny about these. Yeah. The boys in the lab can't figure it out, either. I don't know. The lab can't figure it out, either. Those are the killers. They were found on the steering wheel. Looked like they'd been stamped in with a steel die. Sure do. These are butcher bentons. They look the same to me. How do the lab boys explain that? I don't. Their best guess is a twin brother. An identical twin could have the same pattern of horrors with only slight variations. Ever hear of the butcher having a twin brother? No. Even if he did, it wouldn't explain these freak prints. He didn't pick up your message, Lieutenant. Some wacky dame calls you. And she says Charles Benton is alive, but bullets won't stop him. If we buy the twin theory, who was she? What'd she seem? Well, she wouldn't leave her name. It sounded kind of hysterical to me. Said she was a friend of the butchers. Eva Martin. Get over to Follies and see what that girl knows. Yeah. Some guys have all the luck. I never drew an assignment to the Follies. Meanwhile, the butcher headed for Squeamy's hotel. He didn't seem to be in any particular hurry. Actually, he seemed like any normal person on his way to work or on his way home. A grown-up angel's flight arrived at the top, scanned the hotel building, and then noticed the only exit from Squeamy's apartment. A fire escape. The butcher was figuring his next step. And as he looked at the dead cop, Paul Lowe, the next man on his list. Seeing Joe Mike Shelley? Not since last night when I told him I didn't want him around here no more. Give me a shot. Tell him to get me. He's after Joe too. Well, then drink up and get out. I don't want no trouble around my place. The real pal. Drink up and get out, I said. Guy named Squeamy got thrown from the fifth floor. He's dead in a mackerel. Customer of mine. You mean Squeamy, Alice? Yeah, that's it. Yes, Squeamy, no one else is killed. Ain't one enough? Oh, it's never even faced him. He must have been wearing a full of proof vests. Listen, the papers get ahold of this. Keep an officer on duty here till you hear from me. We'll get a stake out on Joe Marcelli. I'd like to talk to Joe. Lauder, I'm going to call San Quentin. Suppose Benton is alive. Every available man's been put on the case now. Yes, sir. All right. All right. Anything new? Report on Dr. Bradshaw, owner of the station wagon. The San Francisco police located his laboratory in the basement of an electrical power receiving station. Bradshaw, what's he know? He's dead. And another man too, his assistant. The lab is a shambles. But now we're getting some action from San Francisco. Benton's body never arrived at the mortuary where it was supposed to go. An attendant there finally broke down. Admitted he picked up some quick cash by handing the body over to a man he was unable to identify. The man was driving his station wagon. Lasted, man. The chief's on my neck, and the commissioners are on his, and the mayor's on theirs. Now, am I supposed to tell him that our killer is a dead man? They found a notebook in Bradshaw's lab. It ties his experiments in with the Professor Dwiggins at Cal Tech. I hope to hear from Dwiggins soon. Captain, a report from the valley on a hysterical woman reports the presence of the killer. There's a location. Let's go. You and your boyfriend had a little fight, and he got out of the car to take a walk. You noticed that he walked down toward the sun fair in the direction where you'd seen those lights a short while before. What happened then, miss? Please try to tell us. Well, I just sat there a few minutes, I guess. I was pretty mad. Then there was a loud crash, like heavy metal sort of, from down here. I got out of the car to get a better look. I heard Jimmy cry out something. I couldn't make out the words. Then down here, in a patch of light, was Jimmy. And coming toward him was this man. Big man lifted Jimmy up over his head like he didn't wear a thing. Jimmy screamed just once before he broke Jimmy's back. Then I started running till I found this house. They let me use the phone. Thank you, ma'am. We'll see if you get home right now. Oh, Molly, see that the young lady gets home all right. Paul Lowe, while driving to his office, heard a radio commentator report the murder of Joe Marcelli. And what shocked him most was when the broadcast identified the killer as possibly being the butcher. Lowe headed straight for Eva Martin at the Burlesque Theater. He couldn't be a sarkist, Lowe. What are you doing here? Where's Eva? Oh, I'm taking her place. I'm going to wear her costume. What's it to you? I asked you, where's Eva? Hey, don't get physical. Well, watch your tone of voice, buzzer. I told you, little Eva isn't here. I can see that for myself. Where is she? She's at police headquarters. That's where she is. Yes, sir? No, sir. Captain Lauder is still with the mayor. The killer dropped out of sight. He was last seen in the Hollywood area. Yes, sir. We know he's dangerous. Every angle's being covered. Yes, sir. I'll tell him. Yes. See how these fit? Hello, Hino. I'm sorry. It's the best our wardrobe department could afford. Any idea how soon the captain will be back? I'm going to see the captain about the way here all night. Oh, Charles killed Squee-Me and Joe. Joe too? Benton? He's alive. I saw him, but nobody will believe me. I'm checking it. My guess is whoever killed him is on the trail of the money loa. Maybe you better start talking if you know anything about it. I don't know anything. Did the butcher have a brother? No, brother. It was Charles. I saw the tattoo on his arm. Look, I demand police protection. Where's the money loa? You heard me. I demand protection. I know my rights. We put stakeouts on your office and home. Well, that's not enough. It's enough as far as we're concerned. Are you going to book me, Sergeant? Then throw away the key. Thank you. Come up with anything yet, Dick? Oh, we've checked every hotel, motel, and rooming house in town. We've run a cross check on every hangout butcher ever used. That results blank. This is incredible. We not only discover a dead man turned killer, but it's beginning to look like he plays ghost, too. He's somewhere in this city. And if we have to take it apart brick by brick, we've got to get him. I may be way off, but I think Paul Lowe could tell us a lot. Maybe. That's a sense he's not going to. Suppose he had no alternative. You better grab some coffee. Your mind's beginning to play tricks on you. No, now, wait a minute. When Lowe came to us for police protection, it was because he was scared stiff the butcher would add him to the list of Sweeney Ellis and Joe Marcelli. Go on. It figures, too. When he slugged the sergeant, he knew we'd book him right away. Oh, this Lowe's a pretty cute character, but we can play the same game. You mean we'll threaten to release him? Well, not exactly. You tell him you realize that he was excited. That throwing the punch was accidental. Tell him we're not going to make a charge, that he's completely released. Lieutenant, you know we can't do that. Lowe made his first mistake when he hit the sergeant and never get him a year. As far as the department's concerned, at least it's a small victory. If my hunch is right, Lowe won't want to be on the streets with the butcher looking for him. And he may talk and talk a lot. Enough may be for us to get rid of him permanently. Even lead us to the butcher. If he's frightened enough, that might work. But if it doesn't, no, Dick, I'm not going to release him. I want him out of my way so bad I can taste it, but not bad enough to be responsible for getting him killed. The good thing about that, Captain, is the fact we know it, but Lowe doesn't. Let's give it a try. All right, Lowe, come on out. I think you'll find everything in there. You're free to go, Mr. Lowe. Wait a minute. Who do you think you're kidding? You arrested me for assaulting an officer. Court, I'll plead guilty. With luck, I might get off for six months. For a lawyer, you're forgetting a very important point. If no charge is made, there's no trial. It was a tough day for everyone. We figured your nerves were on edge, and when you threw the punch, you didn't know what you were doing. I've squared everything with the sergeant. It's all over, all forgotten. Yeah? Why'd you bring us the biography? Simply because I wanted a record of our conversation at the time of your release. Okay, Lowe, let's go. Well, wait a minute. What's that on those streets, and I'm a dead man? If you let me go, you'll be responsible for murder. Don't come off it, Lowe. You're imagining things. You know the butcher threatened to kill me. You set me free, he'll do it. Well, that's just a risk we'll have to take. But the way I look at it, Mr. Lowe, you'll be okay. Look, Captain, I'll make a deal with you. You keep me here, and I'll tell you how to recover the money. Maybe even catch the butcher. No deals, Lowe. Don't tell us anything, just a stall for time. Come on, let's get out of here. Now, wait a minute. I'll tell you the truth. Start taking this down. I call Lowe hired butcher Benton, squeamy Ellis, and Joe Missellita. Pull off the armored car, hold up. And then Lowe continued with his confession. He told us about finding the map. He showed us the exact location of where the butcher had hidden the stolen payroll. And he gave us a most important answer. The explanation as to how the butcher was able to elude detection. His means of escape was the sewer system of the entire city. The department went to work fast. Every police squad in the city was detailed to cover a specific area. Every entrance and exit to the Los Angeles City sewer system of 700 miles was covered. Captain Lauder and I, along with several other squads, headed for the entrance where, according to the map, butcher had hidden the money. Our job was to stop him, and that made me think of one specific question. When we found him, could this monster be stopped? I, for one, wasn't sure. What's that, Lieutenant? City engineers mapped out each possible exit. A squad of officers are spotted at every point. The butcher can be caught, now's the time. After I talked to Caltech, I called on the fire department for a little help. The professors thought a flamethrower might stop him. Flamethrower? I suppose their boys have had a chance to join our squads by now. Let's see if we have one with us here. Have you thought about what'll happen if this doesn't work? No. I've been praying too hard that it will work. This is where we split up. I'll go straight ahead. This map's right. We're off our course. We'll have to backtrack. A tremendous shock of electricity that brought the butcher back to life destroyed him. The $600,000 stolen in the armored truck robbery has been recovered. Case closed. I'll hear the scientist's comments for your records. I had to fill in a few spots with my own guesses, but I guess that's about the size of it. Did you get any sleep? Oh, some. Not much. How's the girl today? Well, they called the hospital about an hour ago. She'd gone. Gone where? She told him she was a working girl and that she'd been away from the job too long already. Quite a girl. Yeah. Say, uh, how about that time off I've got coming? Forty-eight hours, beginning right now. You know something, Dick? The past 72 hours seem like a bad dream. That rest in the hospital today really gave me a new lease on life. Now that it's over, I... I can't believe it actually happened. The important thing is to remember it is all over. I suppose you'll be assigned to another case. I'll have to give up hamburgers in the front seat of the car for steaks and a restaurant. In fact, I decided to do something about it. I started by talking the captain into a short holiday. And, uh, just about an hour ago, I got you fired. What? What did you do that for? I figured that being my wife would take up all of your time. Even if I wanted to say no, I couldn't. You're not supposed to say no to a detective. I figured that too.