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Casey, camera slung over his shoulder and a heavy equipment case resting beside his high school, is sitting at the bar and a little man carrying a similar press camera and photographer's case enters in three seconds. Hello, Casey. Shorty, glad to see you, fella. I thought I'd find you here. You wanted to see me? Didn't you think I'd be looking you up? This is payday. It lent me 100 bucks last week, Casey, so here's 10 of it back. I have to put that bill back in your pocket. Your kid's still in the hospital. But she's okay now. Came through the operation as well. That's good. Man, the Mrs. made me promise I'd give you that today. That's century bullets out of a mighty tough spartan. You tell a Mrs. to forget it for a while. If one camera guy can't help another without women buttoning in, it's too bad. Okay, Casey. Going on a job, shall we? Just a political meeting in the old Caledonian Hall on Farley Street. Oh, one of those backstage fillers. Well, after the beat you've got on that Bernstein killing, you can afford to sit back for a while. I got the break of a lifetime on that Bernstein job, didn't I? Yeah, I think you did. You were only a few feet away when Joe Moseley shot him. Oh, not that close. Moseley had made his getaway before I could get a real heart shot him. But I got well close up to Bernstein lying in the gutter before the cops showed up. Yeah, you know, it's too bad hot pictures like that were wasted. What do you mean wasted? They should have been running a good paper, like they expressed it in that lousy sheet you worked for. Oh, nuts, you. There you are, Casey. Thanks, there, LaBert. You know Shorty Irwin at the Globe, don't you? Well, sure. Hiya, Shorty. Oh, fine, LaBert. Casey tells me you're the guy who beat him and all the other press photographers on the Bernstein murder. Yeah, that was my lucky day. Say, uh, I see a reward's been offered to the information leading to the capture at Joe Moseley who shot Bernstein. Yeah, 5,000 bucks. That's a nice piece of change. I could sure use it. You and me both. I hear the cops been looking for him almost two weeks now to find and hide a hair of him. He's a smart cook. Ah, did that dumb, kill-crazy gorilla who had a lot of luck and a clever crooked lawyer for a brother? And now, when the cops catch him, even a mouthpiece like his brother Frank can't save him from the chair after that Bernstein shot. Well, Frank usually has some shice to trick up his sleeve, Casey. He'll go all out to save Joe like he did for his other brother, Tony. Got him out after two years. Is that extreme, Moseley, brother? Oh, sure. I'm a camera guy like Casey and me at Hulbert. I'm the old inquirer. Until he got caught doing a blackmail business on the side. He got two years for that. He should have had ten. I'll be back in this town now running a little photo studio on the south side. I guess he's been keeping his nose clean, though. I wouldn't lay any bets on that. Well, say, I gotta get down to East Folly Street. Yeah, I gotta be moving toward the office. Now, I'll see you guys later. And, uh, how much of blood, Casey? I forget it, surely. Oh, well, so long. So long, fellas. So long, Shorty. Nice little guy, Shorty Irwin. Yeah, he's tough. I hear his kid's been sick. She's okay now, he says. Oh, that's good. One of the fellas on his paper tells me he's had an awful lot of expense with it. Said Shorty even had to huck his life insurance to raise Joe. Did you hear that? No, I didn't. He was, uh, thanking you for something when he went out. He was thanking me for a tip on a horse I gave. Oh. The tips you'll give out on horses don't call for gratitude. They call for revenge. Well, I gotta be going. I'll put this sandwich on the cuff at the vert, will ya? After Annie and I stepped out last week, Angel Face, I'm a little short. Okay. So long. So long. Well, here comes Miss Williams. Oh, hello, Annie. Hey, Casey, there's a big fire downtown, and City Desk told me to pick you up and get down there, right away. Where's that fire? Where downtown? An old-frame tenement house. People are capping it. That's front-page stuff. Sure. Come on, it's on East Folly Street. East Folly Street? Yeah. Holy smoke. Shorty's already on his way there. That little mug will see that fire and get another beat on him. Where is your palli, George, Casey? I got no pals when it comes to getting pictures. Come on, Anne. We gotta make this fire before that shrimp gets all the gravy. Annie, we missed the best part of it. Another five minutes there. It must have gone up like a haystack. Shorty probably got it while a blazer's at it's best. He had a head start too well. I'll take another shot. It won't be any good. Well, hurry up. I want to find the fire captain and get some dope on the people who were trapped in there. Okay. All right. Come on. Captain Glennon ought to be in charge. Yeah, there he is. Hey, Captain. Hello, Casey. You just got here? Yeah. Hey, was Shorty Irwin here while I was going good? Yeah. I saw Shorty working his camera all over the place. Yeah, Annie, I know it. Captain Glennon, the report we got was that several people were trapped in this tenement. We think one man was caught in there, but no one else. Oh, one man? A neighborhood bum who... Hey, suddenly, straighten out that number two hose line. Okay, sir. You say the man was a neighborhood bum, Captain? Well, that's our guest, Miss Williams. This tenement had been condemned and was empty. An unidentified man was seen going into it tonight. Probably some poor devil who had no other place to sleep. Screens were heard from the rear, but we couldn't make any attempted rescue. That's your story to phone in, Annie. Can't get any more into it. The actions are cool enough for men to go in there. Well, that won't be long. The way we've watered this place, you better stick around. Yeah, we will. Well, thanks for everything, Captain. See you later. It's so long. Hey, sir. Hey, where are you going, Casey? The roof, one of those tenements back there. And they got a high-angle shot. Maybe Shorty didn't look to give that. Come on. Okay. An alley here that we can cut through in three times. It's terribly dark. Yeah, these buildings here cut off what's left of the fire globe. Can we see a thing right here? Neither can I. I've got a guiding sense in the dark. Give me a hand, I'll help you. Hey, what's the matter? Stumble it or something. I almost broke my big toe. Look at it with this, that box. Did that kick you gave it make you feel better? I don't see anything funny. I don't see anything at all. All right, come on. We haven't got all night. Oh, I just stumbled into something. Hey, Casey, I almost fell, and I touched something warm and soft. What? Yeah, write a match. Write a match and see what it is. Okay. Look, Logan. It's a man. A man lying on his face and blood. Here, hold the match. I'm going to look. Okay. The guy's still warm. Turn him over and see. Casey. It's Shorty Irwin. Yeah, Shorty Irwin. Oh, wait a minute. He's not breathing. Oh, the match is gone out. Never mind the matches. Run back to the end of this alley and find a cop. Have somebody phone Logan at Homicide and hurry up. Okay, Casey. And get a doctor any quick. Maybe Shorty isn't dead. Yeah, I will. The guy's got a wife and a sick kid. He was broke. He could have shot him. Who and why? What? Who's there? Hey, Jay. Only me. I heard somebody moving just behind me and then something hit me. According to the doctor, it must have been the butt of a gun. Okay. We thought at first that you were dead, too. Shorty is dead, huh? Yeah. 38-slug got him in the back. It must have been hard. Who could have killed a harmless little guy like him? Yeah, the same one is slugged you, Casey, from the looks of things. Yeah, but who was the killer, Logan? Haven't you found any leads? Nah, not yet. How long have I been off? Almost half an hour, Casey. Yeah. Don't worry. That's all right. Okay. Born with a fixed go. Hey, you knew Irwin pretty well. Casey, can't you think of some reason why he's... Wasn't there any reason, Logan? Now, don't question Casey now, Captain Logan. The doctor says he's got to go to the hospital. Hospital? Oh, no. Forget it, any. Logan, you'll remember Shorty got a beat on a Bernstein murder. Maybe Mosley thought Shorty got a picture that would help strap him in the chair. Now, forget about Mosley, pal. He's dead. Who's dead? Joe Mosley. He was an ant who died in a tenement fire. Joe Mosley? Yeah. The fireman dragged out a charred body shortly after you were socked. It was lying just inside what was on the back door. Here's what they found on it. That watch has Joe Mosley's name engraved on the case, Casey. And the diamond ring has his initials inside. And there was some fancy bridge work in the mouth of the remains that I'm pretty sure was Mosley's. It replaced some teeth that I personally had the pleasure of knocking out when he resisted arrest one time. And he... He was hiding out in that abandoned tenement. Yeah. And now the state won't have to burn him. Well, then who killed Shorty? We'll find out. Yeah. Well, we got to get back to the office. Joe Mosley's death and poor Shorty's murder make features stuff. The bomb pictures I got at this fire. No, no, you're waiting here for the ambulance. No, no, I'm not. Come on, now, Casey. Logan, give me my camera and my plate, Casey. Hey, listen, Bear, you want a ticket? Well, I'm not swearing at my stuff. Well, here's your tour. Casey, don't... Why should I go to the hospital? Lie there and think about that nice little guy Shorty Irwin. There's some louse shot in the back. You're not said to be working. I'm sorry. He didn't think he'd dare for you to go home. We'll lay off, please. Look, wait a minute. I'm trying to develop these films with that shot. You got no business in the dark room anyway, Annie. Okay. You want me to go on? I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. Okay, I know. Fine. Let's see what I've got here. Hey, I don't remember shooting anything from this angle. Let me see another. Annie. Hmm? I didn't take these pictures. What? There's a shot here of... Get on the phone outside and call Logan right away. What's it all about, Casey? What have you found? I won't be sure until I made a print of this negative, but I think I've got a picture of Shorty Irwin's murderer. The story will continue in just a moment. Do you know how to make breakfast toast more appealing, more satisfying? Well, here's a gratifyingly simple trick. Set out a lot of jams, jellies, and marmalades. Now, not just one, but a wide selection. 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Shorty got it. Shorty? Look, what did you do with the other equipment, Casey Logan? The one you thought was Shorty's. That must have been so groggy. Well, we opened it and found it empty. All the film's gone. Aha, that explains everything. Look, what do you see in this picture I brought you? Two guys walking up an alley with their backs turned. But one of them is looking around over his shoulder. You can see his face. And it's the face of Joel Mosley. Yeah, you're right. In spite of the watch, the rain, the bridgework, Joel Mosley wasn't burned up in that fire. Because Irwin was killed after the fire was almost out. That's right, Captain. It wasn't Mosley's body that was found. No, it was just some poor devil of Joel Mosley's size. There's stuff planted on his teeth and all. Yeah, sure. And the old gag was, post a good eye almost fell for it. Almost. When you did fall for it, Al. Joel Mosley's brother, Frank, the lawyer, the smart guy. Frank knew that Joel couldn't beat the burn scene wrap once his cops got to miss him. It was only possible out. It would make you think that he's dead. He framed that spot. You think the other guy in this picture is Joe's brother, Frank? Sure. His face doesn't show, but he's Frank's bill. If we can prove Frank was with Joe, we can nail him, too, with accessories. I've always wondered, if they'd get that tricky shot. I love him. I guess we'll have to get out of here. Joel Mosley went into that tenement tonight and planted his watch, the ring, and an extra set of bridgework on another guy who'd been smuggled in there on scene while he doped her already dead. And then started the fire, yelled a couple of times after the fire had gone and sneaked out the back way into that alley where his brother, Frank, was waiting to see that everything he went according to plan. Yeah, but where'd his shorty owe him to then? Shorty went into the alley for the same reason I did, Logan. He'd get a picture of the fire from new angles. He saw Joe and Frank up the alley where the fire glow made his right. He probably thought of that 5,000 bucks reward. It was a camera photo, so it was first instinct. We had to get a picture first. We'd call the cops afterwards, where Shorty snapped his shutter and started to run. Putting the film, he'd just exposed into his case, and he ran. And then, uh, Joe shot him in the back. He was about to take the film to his shorty's case when we came in the middle of it. That's in it. And the box that I stumbled over was really Shorty's equipment case. After Joe slugged me, he took the films from my case and thinkers that they were shorty. Yeah. Yeah, it must be the way it happened. But now we still have to find Joe and Frank Mosley. Yeah. I think I know how to get both of them. Where? What do you mean? All you got to do, Logan. Wait a minute. Before I pass out any more information, Logan, I want an understanding about that 5,000 bucks reward. Reward? Yeah. I want it. I want it all. No divvies. Would you or any other cops? Huh? A pal of yours has been bumped off, and you'll help nail the guys who killed him, only if you can collect five grand. You heard him, Mr. Youngster. You want to speak to me? Did we know what guys will do for money? Okay. Okay. I said I want the five grand and no divvies. I don't make any deal. Oh, after the pot yourself, now that I've shown a lot of cards? Well, but I've had, I'd have a legitimate right to be out for it. I wasn't a personal friend as shorty or when... You love. I'm playing this my own way. And I'll see you later, Logan. Hey, Casey, wait for me. I'm not waiting for anybody. And the next time I see you, Logan, I think I'll knock your teeth out. Hey, where are you going? Are you getting my car, Annie? Can you go home, please? I'm going with you. You know, Logan didn't mean what he said. Didn't he? No, he couldn't have. He spoke to the coastside and made Casey out of a clear sky. It took him by surprise, and I... Uh, why are you so interested in that reward? You... You figure it out for yourself, honey. There's a car. Better take your cab home. I'm not going home. I'm going with you. Okay, if you want to stick your neck out, get in. I don't think I'll enjoy your company, but I will go along with you to satisfy my curiosity. Your neck and your curiosity. Where are we going? To the south side, and through red light. What's on the south side? A photographer's studio. Run by a guy who calls himself Jackson. Now that you've thought out enough to tell me that one of Gilmos's brothers runs Jackson's studio, I would like to know. Annie, wait a minute. I'm sorry I acted like a heel to you, but it was Logan who made me such a bore. Stay for it, Logan, if you want to, but will you explain why you're going to call on Mr. Jackson, who is really Tony Mosley? Well, Frank Mosley will want to have a film that Joe thinks that he took from Shorty's kid to develop to make sure that they have the incriminating picture. And Tony, Mosley brother number three, is the logical guy to do it. But they took the pills in the alley while he was just over an hour ago. I know, I don't think Frank would take a chance just driving to his place on the line. Playing even money that we get to Tony is about the same time they do. Well, if you're right, you can't catch her a killer like Joe Mosley, single-handed. Give you odds on that. Casey, you don't even carry a gun. Got one tonight. We'll fire it before we left headquarters. Oh. Tony's joint is just up in Blocks across the street. Park right here. You know, he's upstairs. Yeah, on the second floor. It's hard to anyone on his suit. No policemen. But we can't take a chance on going up there. We're not going up there, Annie. You're staying right in the car. Oh, no. Yes, honey, look, I want you to be out here watching. If you don't see me come outside in five minutes, you make for that drugstore in the corner and phone the cops. Well, yeah, okay. All right, but if you have to call a man, make it very clear that I'm not splitting that reward. Well, have you developed every film, Tony? Every exposed when you brought me, Frank? No, there's nothing but pictures of the fire here. All right, see. Maybe I rubbed out that little guy for nothing, Frank. The way we saw him with his camera pointed at us in that alley. You're subbrain that you rubbed out Bernstein before witnesses. But even a lawyer like me can't make a jury believe you didn't do it. Now, I think you've done something dumber than usual. And you can't figure out what. Stop calling me dumb, Frank. Shut up, you scrooge. Now, let me think. Well, I've done that other guy. The one you slugged in the alley. I don't know who he was. How could I know? He was a pitch dark. Well, the girl, you told. Didn't you hear them say something that... Hey, she called the guy Casey, I think it was. He seemed to know the guy I just shot. She called the guy Casey, Joe? Yeah, yeah. I know. Casey, Morning Express. Sure, he's the answer. He'd carry an equipment case. Those were his films you got, Joe. Then the film you wanted, Frank? I can't probably have it by now. Hey, we gotta make tracks and fast. Then get out of my studio. Here, quick. I don't want to be mixed up in your money. Yeah, we're going, Tony. We're going. If I burn those films you developed, then forget your thoughts tonight. No one will learn anything out of me, Frank. But you and Joe get out. Get out of my... Wait a minute. There's a lot of them. Note the signal. What do you mean? We left a lookout in the car, Tony. That horn meant somebody's coming up here. Pop the trail you to my place. No, no, no. That signal don't mean cops. So I'll open the door, quick. We'll take care of whoever's coming up the stairs. But no shooting. I'll let you have it. Okay. Shut up and step inside. Frank, it's Casey. I know. Are you crying? Oh, Tony. A mug with a gun, of course, is Brother Joe. What were you doing on them stairs? Coming up to have Tony take my picture. Oh, right. Shut up, Joe. Where's the film, Casey? What film? Come clean. I'll figure out what happened. Yeah, I guess you have. The cops have a lot of them. They're going to kill you. They're going to kill you. They're going to kill you. They're going to kill you. They're going to kill you. You have. The cops have the film, Frank, and the cops have this joint surrounded right now. Right. I'll take it easy, Tony. That bluff won't work, Casey. We have a lookout on the street who would have let us know if any cops were... Just as he kept us to expect you. Oh, yeah. Well, follow that. The stock on the head, Joe, gave me to do my brains much good. You're going to get more than the stock on the head this time, wise guy. That's right. I can guess why you had a hunch to come here, Casey. You can't figure out why you would sap enough to come along. You know, you put yourself in quite a spot now. Is that not pulling any rough stuff, Frank? I wasn't such a sap as you think. Hold it. Someone's coming up the stairs, Frank. I hear him. This guy makes a whisper, Joe. You know what to do. Yeah. The shelter doesn't give us any signal. What? Yeah, shelter's not. Go on, let him in. Oh, you'll look at it. Yeah. Let me in, Casey. Okay, Joe. Hey, who's the team with you? Casey. Annie. Get in there, lady. Hold on. There's not a big guy who leads the skirt in the car when he started up here, boy. So after I gave him the signal, I kept an eye on her. She started towards the drugstore, went to the telephone, a minute ago. She put a gun in my back, Casey. That's all right. Well, you've done a nice job, Joe. Well, Casey, if you depended on this girl to bring the cops, she won't now. I'm sorry, Casey. You two have acted as a dumb and coming here alone. I got an idea. You've been even dumber. If you didn't turn that film over to the cops. You're wrong, Frank. Captain Logan of Homicide has got that tone. He knew about it. He did come here with you. Now, listen. You listen to me. Where is that film? Casey, just talk to it. You're going to tell us the truth. Tell us where it is. All right. Joe, you know how to make them talk. Yeah, I know. And start with the dame. Right now. Let her go. Keep the guy covered, Joe. Hey, he was too slow, Frank. Frank, it's my arm. Come on. Go. It's okay, Casey. Look out. Casey. Look out. Casey. Oh, Mr. Casey won't bother us for a long time. You might have sucked me before I came over and wouldn't have got it. No one sucks Joe Mosley and gets away with it. I'm going to beat his head in. No, no. Hit him again. Stop it. Hey, what's this, Joe's been shot. They're coming up, you guys. Shut up. Hey, there's a window at the door. Look how it came up here with Miss Williams. Mosley gave me a chance to post my man. You killed Joe and you killed my brother. I saved the state expense. And if you make a move that gives me any excuse, I'll save it another bill for juice. Get the cops on him, boys. Logan. Logan, how did you know we came here? There's no way of keeping you quiet tonight, is there, Casey? You've recovered from another knockout. My head. My head. Hey, Casey. That's all right, Eddie. I'm okay. Logan, I ask you how did you know? I simply followed your car, you sap. You didn't think I'd let a blood sucker like you collect the 5,000 bucks for reward. That's all yours, Logan. You won it. You earned it. Only you. Only you wanted it. For Shorty Irwin's widow. Well, she's going to get it. Well, I knew that was your idea from the first. And I got so angry for trying to make a deal with me instead of coming clean. Shorty's picture and that reward for his family, no matter what anyone did afterwards. 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