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I met her just the other day, I realized I was talking to a man. I know a songplugger that's like a fuller brushman only with music. He pointed her out. You know the tight miss Brooks, a little school teacher type. It's always having westerns, you know, big bashful blue eyes and hair like honey and a heart just as big as all out of doors. With a head to match. I know. Who cares if she's smart? I don't. Anyway, I find this little girl lives all alone, way up in the Imperial Crest Apartments. Uh-oh, I'll take it back. Daphne does all right, doesn't she? Oh, she has money, but she's nervous if you know what I mean. So nervous she'll hardly talk and afraid... I think somebody's watching her up there. Well, I'm not surprised. A big bad wolf, maybe. Me? No, no, this is different. It is. She didn't even want to meet me and most women do. Oh, now look, cowboy. Yeah, and today when I tried to talk to her on the street, even after I'd been properly introduced, she just up, walked away. So am I. No, wait a minute, Mr. Valentine. She wanted to talk and she would have if the man she walked away with hadn't been carrying a gun. Oh. So maybe it is a case, huh? What man? Big. Bigger than both of us. Black hair and sour face. Her husband, maybe. Maybe she told me she wasn't married. I don't know who he is, but she's afraid of him all right. Uh-huh. And what do you want me to do? Scare him away? No, figure it out, Mr. Valentine. Go meet her. Protect her before something worse happens. Then let me know before it does. Oh, I see. That's it. I do the dirty work, hand you the answers, and then you step in to scare away the wrestlers. And win the girl, of course. Well, that's right, honey. Having to keep my public name intact, my fans and all, you know, I'm a beautiful patsy. Hey, pardon me, but don't think you got a corner on the market. Hey, what the... I put your cigarette out, didn't I? Well... One shot at 30 feet. That's pretty good. Oh, but I missed a sandbag again. Look at them holes in my wall. Hey, lady, you got holes in your head. Oh, now don't be angry. I'm practicing here on my roof garden. See that clay pipe down there? I never missed. Oh, fine. You must make a big hit with lots of people. Well, my landlord and neighbors do complain once in a while. What about the pipe? Thank you. But I talk them out of it. Well, now, look, I don't talk so easy. Don't you? No, he doesn't. Not when you're around, you mean. All right, Annie Oakley. So you're nice to look at. Daphne. Daphne Crockett. Girl-type Davy. Crockett? Oh, of course. The club Paris. I've been there five years, longest run of any acting nightclubs. Everybody likes my shooting. Oh, so that's it. Little Red Riding Hood turns out to be too gun-nilly. He's a professional bullseye artist. Mr. Valentine, where are you going? To see the bull about some black eyes. He... No, no, wait a minute. I'm here now. I might as well speak my peace, even if it's only for laughs. Speak your peace? Like Miles Standish? In a way, only John Alden's name this time is Rafe Disbro. Oh, him. Yeah, yeah. He's funny, all right. He thinks you're in danger. The cowboy says you're being watched up here. He says what? Well, there's the building next door. I guess from that one apartment over there, you could probably... Oh, no. Of course not. All right, lady. But the rest of my recitation says you're afraid of a big man, black hair, sour face. How about that one? Mr. Disbro has quite an imagination, hasn't he? Maybe. And maybe not. I suppose he sent you over here to protect me. That was a general idea. And think twice before you say no. I'll show you what I think of Mr. Disbro in spite of that lovely Texas accent. You see those three little dolls in a row? Lady, I said think twice. And there are three bullets left in this gun. Oh, now look, if you are in trouble, three answers you can take back. Okay, lady. Never mind. We get the idea. This is where we came at, Angel. Hey, that was four. Miss Crockett, dash me. I'm all right. Oh, God. You missed me. What missed you? Where'd that extra shot come from? No. No, there wasn't one. Get out of here, won't you? Please leave me alone. Please leave me alone. Don't waste your breath, lady. He's really gone. George, should I telephone Lieutenant Riley? No, he's on vacation. Ask for Clarion. Tell him to get up there fast. Yeah, but George... I've got a date next door, Angel. See you in the second read. There's a card outside this apartment. Says R. C. Are you him? I don't know. Are you? Now look, bright eyes. I want you... What's to look? The guy comes busting in, upsets my equilibrium. I'm teaching myself to nasty. Now go away. All right. Don't mind me. I won't tell a good cheat. The door's back that way. Remember that? Yeah. Just call me a building inspector. Come to take a look at your window. That's all. Don't fall out. Yeah. Yeah, this is it, all right. The only apartment from which you can see the roof garden. Yeah, don't say it. The only apartment from which you can take a pot shot at a woman across the way there. Sit down. Maybe we could both learn canasta. You always wear a hat when you play cards? Sure. What woman? What's it cover up? Black hair to match your sour face? I said what? We don't like each other much, do we? Daphne Crockett, I was there when it happened. Now we like each other less, huh? I don't know. Friendship begins slow sometimes. Sit down, will you? I'll deal out a few. What do you use for chips? The bag there? Huh? The black bag there by your foot. The one you're trying to keep me from seeing. A real observant boy, aren't you? Oh, wait a minute. I can see a hand when it starts to move, so stop moving it. I'm dealing this, Inspector. Oh, you're not your... Too bad nobody can argue with a blackjack, Inspector. We might have had a nice little game. Oh, hey, you know, you know what? Everybody's got the atom bomb. Oh, Josh, you had hurt. Shall I tell you what hit you, Valentine? No. But don't tell me that's Lieutenant Clary's voice, not at last. At last. Valentine, if you wait for the police once in a while, it'll better yet if you wouldn't get mixed up in cases like this. All right, all right. You sound just like Riley. My headache's bad enough. His name was Curly. Curly Blackson, the strong boy, wanted for ducking out of prison back east. What was he in for? He was serving time for shakedowns. He was a blackmail artist. Blackmail? Hey, is there a little black bag still around here anyway? Well, mine, of course not. No, there isn't, George. And this Curly may have been the man Rafe saw once with Daphne, but I don't think he took the shot at her across the way. He didn't talk like he did. Not to mention the small fact he had a gun, but it was still loaded and hadn't been fired for some time. You know an awful lot, don't you, Lieutenant? Come on, wake up, open your baby blue eyes wide. Oh, I get it. Curly's dead, huh? Mm-hmm. Well, I know I didn't do it. No, no, no, you just slept through it, that's all. First you get mixed up in it, but then when you might be useful, you take a rain check while Curly takes a bullet. Bullet? One shot, clean as a whistle right through the heart from a short distance. Yeah. And he was armed. Somebody out drew him and surprised him. And a marksman, too, huh? Or a markswoman. Yeah, where is she? Where is she? Where do you think she is? She's born, of course, and why we look for her. There was all the time in the world for this to happen, all the time for this to happen. Yes, and he's coming. Yeah. And remember, Lieutenant, the girl didn't shoot at herself out there in the roof. And if Curly hit it... Sh-wait a minute. Keys. Sure. Sure, it's the guy who lives here, our CV. You want to bet it? All right, friend, that's enough music. You'll notice us now. Grab him there. Okay, put down that stickbuster. That's better. Well, surprise, that's all. You can let me go. I'm all right. You're all right. Sure. You're breaking my heart. Never leave a tune unfinished. How to finish it, that's all. Hey, didn't expect a room full of roses. Sit down. Roses are in seventh place this week. You know that? My name's Curly. Homicide. All right. Sit down. Sit. Bless you, my friend. Hold on, Lieutenant. Just a minute. Roses are number seven. How's Jealous Heart? A little raise on records. Down in cheat sales, though. Oh, but you ought to hear the blues number, have you? Songplugger. Maybe even the same songplugger who once introduced a cowboy to a girl. Maybe. I don't know. Play piano down at the club Paris, too. The club pa- Oh. All begins to tie together, doesn't it? My friend, we're trying to pull up our chairs for a nice long talk. Be careful. Don't step your toe. What? Chairs are all nailed down. Keeps the maids from moving them around. Keeps them in. Look, Looney. Daphne Crockett was being watched from here, and I doubt if Curly did it. She was shot at from here, but he didn't do it. Did it. Do it. Did it. My name's Siva, Lieutenant. Not Looney. Siva. Dick Siva. Dick, they call me. Dead Eye. And Curly was murdered by a dick. Well, brother, if you're crazy enough, two more minutes. Wait a minute, Looney. Wait a minute. Chairs nailed down. That's sticky, Kerry. You haven't even noticed the body yet. You haven't been watching, Daphne. Have you, Dead Eye? Of course not. I couldn't. I'm blind. Ha-ha-ha. Dee-dah-dum. Ba-dee-dum-dum-dum-dum. Ba-dee-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum. We'll return to tonight's adventure of George Valentine in just a moment. How good are you at predicting the weather? Standard of California knows what the weather is going to be like in your area months in advance. They use this knowledge to blend Chevron Supreme gasoline, according to the varying climatic conditions in your region throughout the year. 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Across the way, however, lives a girl who was afraid of Curly, Daphne Crockett, and Daphne can really shoot. But if your name is George Valentine, you also remember that Daphne was one shot at. And while the police go looking for her, you go to see the man who talks as though he'd seen too many of his own movies, Rafe Disbro. Gosh, Mr. Valentine, it's all I can say. Gosh. You should try harder, Mr. Disbro. Usually there's just good men, the bad men. And the little school teacher in between, I know. Well, this isn't the plot of a western. But why you really wanted us to meet Daphne, you didn't say. So suppose you start saying Buster right now. Well, I told you she was in distress. Are you being blackmailed, cowboy? Uh-huh. That was Curly's business, you know. And I saw a little black bag once blackmailed, I said. No. No, no, not me. Not you. Well, I'm always cautious about those things. But, well, Daphne, she has another suitor besides me is Mr. Michael J. Martin. Martin? Yeah, one of those millionaire fellows that this is strictly confidential, you understand. And you figure Martin's a better sucker than you are, huh? He is married man. I've never taken that step. And you really hired us to look into Daphne because you were afraid she was going to knock you over too. Oh, no, no, Mr. Valentine. You totally misrepresent me. I mean nothing of the kind. Well, the lady is always innocent. Okay, this, bro. When you decide to tell me the truth, let me know. Well, I am. I'm just a bystander who... Or better yet, let the police know. This is still a murder case, Rafe. And they tell me cowboys are pretty good shots. You what? Well, I'm just a singing cowboy, Miss Brooks. That's the last straw. No, I'm not proficient except with a guitar. No, I don't shoot guns. Well, my fans wouldn't like it. Well, listen, I'll show you. Come on, Angel, let's get out of here. The records, they play them on the radio. Night and day, they drive people crazy. I'll show you. Any station. Hey, what's that? Oh, Daphne. Listen, Mr. Valentine, it's a club Paris broadcast with Daphne shooting out. There you see, she didn't run away. She's there. I told you, the little lady is always innocent. Here we are, George. Dressing room number four, three, two... Sure, sure. Number one with a star on the door. Just a moment, please. I'm very sorry, but no one's allowed inside. Well, I'm sorry too, Shorty, but we want to see... Miss Crockett isn't receiving any calls this evening. She hopes you understand. Well, now that's real thoughtful of it. Just step to one side. You needn't raise your voice, but if I haven't made myself clear... Oh, George, just take him up and... And I really don't feel like arguing about... Shorty, get out of the way. Well, hello, Mr. Valentine. Goodbye. Oh, no, you don't stand still, sister. Well, I really got nothing to say. Come along, Mike. Hey, get out of my way. Wait a minute, you. Please don't be difficult, Mr. Valentine. Mike, Fred, Joe. Slow down. I said, would you... Hey, let go. Let go. Goodbye, Mr. Valentine. Well, you... All right, Mike. Fred, Joe, she's gone. You let go. Sure. Don't get sore. Let me brush your coat. The boys, huh? Stayed chance, that's all. Don't want to see you getting in trouble. Buster, I'm not the one who's going to be in trouble. Oh, yes you are. Little guy's important. Tough, too. The what? Little guy went with it. Michael J. Martin. You mean that little shrimp was Martin? Lucky we saved you, huh? Lion hunter, you know. Toughest little guy in the world. Best marksman, too. No, Miss Crockett isn't here. Of course she's not here. Don't expect her to show up. I even had one of her own men, Taylor, and Martin shook him off, too. All right, all right. So she's not here. You said that, Lieutenant. Middle school, he's your type. Cart in the middle. Martin's not much to look at. Only five feet tall. Two million bucks you could look at. Maybe blackmail does make sense. I told you that a long time ago. Nothing else means sense. Why did Curly come out here? Why'd he get killed? Oh, stop asking questions. All right, you want an answer? Curly was Daphne's husband. What? She's in the record. They used to be married. Now she was afraid of him. Sure. Let me ask you, what kind of an answer is it? Does it tie together a cowboy, a lion hunter, an anti-Oakley? Does it tell which one of those marksmen put a bullet through a man's heart with one shot? Let's not leave out Seaver. He'd be a nice guy to get caught in the middle, too. I mean, this happened up at his place across the way from Daphne's. People know that, and they know a little black bag still missing. Yes, George, and Seaver's reputation isn't so good. People might imagine he managed to get his hands on the bag somehow. All right, so he's tied in. He's a friend of Curly's too, but let me tell you something. When we were at the club terrace, who was playing the piano? Well, it was... Oh, George, it wasn't Dick Seaver. See what I mean? He's missing, too. And you know, Lieutenant, a blind guy who's a heel could get into trouble easily. That's heart-speeding. He's just unconscious, I think. Come on, Seaver, come on, snap out of it now. His door's still open. Somebody must have slugged him when he was running out before he could get away. Oh, daddy beat me. My head. Oh, he's okay. Take a look inside. That's what I'm doing. It's quite a mess. He's been robbed, sir. All the drawers, only things still in place are the first to... Michael J. Martin. Dead. Well, you look at that. Another one-shot victim. Sharpshootin'. He went about the same distance. Yeah. Got Martin a little higher up, though. Yeah, look here. Hit him right in the neck. So what? He's as dead as Curly, isn't he? Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm just... What is it, George? The window. Lights just went on there, opposite. What? Yeah. Yeah, sure they did. The roof garden. Now this finally came back home, huh? And, Lieutenant, if you work a process of elimination... Come on, let's get over there. I'll stay here. What's your... Go on, go on. I'll take care of Seva. I'll take you five minutes to make it from building to building anyway. All right, we'll keep our eyes open. But you watch from here. Don't worry, I've been wrong before. I'm not gonna be wrong this time. Get going. Oh, daddy, what a hit. What's happening? What's happening, Mr. Valentine? Yeah. Come on, I'll give you a hand. Thanks. That's my chair. I've got a poking table. Okay, careful now. There she is. Sit down yourself, Valentine. It's good for the rocks in your head. From the chair opposite me, the wing chair there, you can see out the window. Yeah, yeah, thanks. Already there, aren't you? Tell by your voice. What you doing now? Nothing. Taking off a coat. Take off your coat. Take off your hat. Cigarette? Got some right here at the table. Well, thanks. Go on into the kitchen now. I bet you can't cook. You've never seen her, huh? No, blind since I was 21. Lost a minute of stick-up, I got messed up in. Stick-up? Nice guy. I've been around. But I'm straight now. She's back on the roof now. Why do you say you're straight, Siva, when you were all mixed up with Curly? I didn't know he'd taken a hop from prison. He was up here all the time watching his wife, wasn't he? Sure. It's a stench I wasn't. You were in on the blackmail with Curly, too, weren't you? Somebody must have tipped him off that there was a good touch going, that Martin here was a pushover. All right, so what? What have I got to lose? Conspiracy to blackmail, but everybody's dead. You're right, we can't prove it. I've been around. You're not... What's that? Well, she's just practicing, that's all. Funny, isn't it? Everybody's a marksman. You know, poor Martin there has a gun in his pocket, too, but he was outdrawn just like Curly. That cowboy can shoot, too, Mr. Valentine. I don't believe that stuff he says to you. No, no, I'm not talking about murder anyway. I was thinking about when Daphne over there was practicing early and somebody took a pot shot and missed. What about it? Well, that couldn't have been a marksman, could it? So it must have been somebody who just stuck a gun out that window and shot to attract attention. You've been around, too, haven't you? You knew somebody'd come running over like I did and find Curly and lock him up. He was a fugitive. Good way to get rid of a partner, a seaver. Well, she's going to work on her clay pigeons now. Good shot. Never mind her. Then what happened? Well, it didn't work, obviously. Curly knocked me out instead. So when you ducked back into the room to pick up the dough in the black bag, you found Curly alive and plenty suspicious. So you had to kill him, I guess. Oh, is that it? Now, how could a blind man do that? Then maybe later Michael J. Martin figured out who'd been in on the blackmail and came up for a little talk. So you had to kill him. Well, I guess you can't be blamed. Lots of people think I'm not really blind, but I am, see? Look, look at the match in front of my eye. Never mind. Skip it. It's because you are blind that I know you killed both of them. Who else but a blind man had shoot two men at the same height? A big man in the heart and a five-footer like Martin in the neck. What are you talking about? It killed him, didn't it? Like a marksman would? No, just by luck. Oh, you wanted it to look like sharp shooting using only one bullet, but of course you didn't know how short he was. How could you? And who else but a blind man could have outdrawn those two guys? A blind man they never even think about spending themselves again. Look, somebody knocked me out and ransacked my place. Sure, you put on a good act, Siva. You had to because we almost got here in time to catch him moving his body. You're crazy, Mr. Valentine. I'm blind. I don't even know where people are. You can tell by the sound of a voice, can't you? What? But not close enough to... Tell what chair they're sitting in. The chair that's always in the same place because it's nailed down. Well, come on. Now tell me the rest. What happens? Have you got a gun rest built some place under the table? With a gun where you can reach you when you reach for cigarettes? Is that how it works? You'd like to know how it works, wouldn't you? You'd like to know which chair. Well, I'm not going to tell you. I'll show you. It's the chair you're sitting in. Simple, isn't it? The blind man can fool them all. A little heavy on the downbeat, maybe. It won't look like a marksman this time. Ah, but the coroner won't care. I'll just move him out of the chair and... Valentine. Valentine, where are you? Where are you? Just where I was, Siever. Huh? Standing by the side of this chair. Oh, thank you, Mr. Valentine. I can't tell you how grateful I am for apprehending that barman. Ah, yeah, yeah. He was a little twisted, I guess. George, we've got to be going. Oh, no, no. Wait a minute. I asked you out here to explain about her. Oh, boy. He's really nice. She was afraid of her husband, she was, afraid of what he might be up to, and she wasn't really mixed up much with that rich man, Mr. Martin. Oh, we know, Rafe. You told us. She's a schoolteacher type. I hope you'll be very happy. Oh, I'm sure we will, Mr. Valentine. Well, this is the last real angel. So look out for the characters while we mount up and ride off into the sunset, leaving the little ranch house behind. Huh? Well, George, at this point, doesn't the hero usually kiss the girl? Oh, no, ma'am. Huh? He always kisses the horse. Oh. When damage shows up inside your car's engine, it's a little late to think of the wear-saving motor oil you might have used. So let me remind you now it's a fact. RPM motor oil stops 80% of engine wear. That's the wear that happens after you turn off your car's ignition. 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