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Well, what's Casey done that Mr. Burke should help him get 15 grand? Some very important undercover work effort in which I lent some small assistance. What do you mean? Very confidentially. We've turned up an exclusive story that should blow this town wide open. But the Morning Express will have to give us the money to pay for it. Oh, I see. If our managing editor was in town, we'd get the money without any trouble, but he's away on vacation and Talbot, the new assistant of his, is a tight ward. Thanks, Walter. Here's your coffee, Miss Moore. Oh, thanks. Casey and Britt may have a hard time selling him. Talbot's the guy who talks funny. Talks funny? Yeah. Oh! You mean his state of main accent? Main worries for him? Uh-huh, around Portland, I think. And like most real Yankees, he knows how to nurse a dollar since he's in charge of the paper's money right now. Say, what is this story that's big enough for a 15-gram payoff, huh? That Ethelvert is top secret at the moment. And too dangerous a secret for us to pass along even to you. Look here, Mr. Talbot. This story will be one of the hardest circulation getters the Money Express has ever had. Burke here agrees with that. I certainly do, Talbot. Such an expose, a political rottenness will... Mr. Burke, I agree with you and Casey, but you're asking me to risk a large amount of this paper's money for an unknown quantity. Mr. Talbot, I've told you this. All you've told me, Casey, is that for $15,000, a man in confidence of Harry Fitzroy, the gang leader, will supply you with evidence that a number of important city officials receive a regular payoff from Fitzroy. But you give me no assurance the evidence will be sound. You have my assurance it'll be sound? Well, who is it that's selling out? I told you. His name has got to be kept out of this. Casey gave his word, Talbot. And the reason he has valuable sources of information among Crookes is that he keeps his word. Thanks, Burke. Nevertheless, where I come from, we're taught never to, uh, buy a pig in a poke. So before I sanction any payment of $15,000, I want to know exactly what I'm getting. You mean you want me to... Full details, Casey, or no sale? Talbot, another paper may get this story if we wait. That's all, Mr. Burke. It isn't all. I'll go over your head, Talbot. Over my head? You're darn right I will. Oh, dear neck, Inbert. I didn't say I wouldn't tell the big brass here about him if I had to. It seems I have to. All right. Strictly between the three of us only. The guy who's selling out is Squint Hummel. Squint Hummel, eh? Yeah, Burke. He's, uh, very prominent in the Fitzroy Gang. So you've learned something about our town in a short time. You've been here, Mr. Talbot? I've, uh, endeavored to apply myself. Now, uh, when and where are you to get the information from? Tonight. And to meet him at nine o'clock in an isolated beach house on McBernie's point. He'll turn over an envelope to me with a list of the city officials who take dough from Fitzroy. And with complete data on where, when, and for what services they take it. I'll double Parliament on the front page, exposing only a few of the crooked politicals each day. We can string the thing out for weeks. Yeah, and with exclusive pictures that I'll get. Yeah, yeah. Would be great stuff, all right. Now, uh, you're simply going to this McBernie's point beach house, Casey, and, uh, walk in? Oh, no. And to identify myself by blinking my car lights three times. If everything's all clear, Hummel will switch off his porch light. Aren't you taking a chance and going out there alone with $15,000? Hummel won't attempt to double-cross, Mr. Talbot. I trust him that much. All right, now, do I get the money? Yes, I'll sign an order for you to the cashier. Swell. Gonna be in cash. Of course, Casey, but, uh, can I trust you that much? That lost Talbot. Annie here as much as said that he didn't trust me with a paper's money. Don't forget about Talbot, Casey. He's just a little man who's temporarily in a big job. When our real boss comes back from his vacations... Boy, will I tell him what I think of his stuffed shirt assistants. Okay, you tell him. Annie, you know, I shouldn't be bringing you out here to meet Hummel. And we've gone over that till I'm sick of it. Now, Casey, please remember, it was I who gave you the idea that Squint Hummel might sell out on Fitzroy. I have every right to be around when he delivers. Sure, sure, sure, but this McBurney's point is such a lonely spot, I am. So what? Well, I've got 15,000 bucks cash money in my pocket, kid. That much dough is Swell bait for a stick up. Well, who knows you have it? No, just jittery, I guess. There's the beach house. Yeah. And the porch light is on. Yeah. Which means he's on the lookout for us. I'll give him the headlight flashes we agreed on. One. Two. Man, that's three of them. His porch light just went out, Pat. That's the old clear. All right. Annie, you stay in the car. I'll go in and make this trade. I'm not staying in the car. I'm in on this payoff. All right. Come out in the rain and get soaked. I've been out in the rain all day. Now, watch your step going up to the house, eh? Mm-hmm. Can't see a thing. Can I? Isn't that... Fargoin gives me the creeps, Casey. Wait, I hear someone. Mm-hmm. That's you, Squint? Casey? Who's Squint Hummel? Casey? Speak to me, Casey. You're... You're breathing, Casey. Hello, Annie. You're alive. I don't know about that. What happened? Someone hit us. I don't know who. You first and then me. I remember now. We were walking towards Squint Hummel in the dark. And now we're in a car and it's our car. We're not on a beach and this isn't McBurney's point. Oh, big trees all around us here. Annie. What? 15 grand is not my pocket. Casey. That's why we were slugged. That lousy double-crosser Hummel. He took the paper's money. Sure, and I was sacked enough to think that he... Casey. What? In the back of the car. Look. Holy. It's Squint Hummel. With a bullet hole between his eyes. Oh. Get around to the back seat of this crate. Oh. He went almost knee deep in mud. Yeah. There are two other bullet holes in Squint's chest. They shot him to the furrow job. Why? The body's still warm. Let's see. Oh, no, no. You shouldn't go through his pockets like that. Not until a boot. Oh, yes, I should when I've lost 15,000 bucks. No. There wasn't on him. See, there's the envelope he was going to give us. You mean the dope on Fitzroy? You get the picture, Anne? Fitzroy got wise to Hummel's sell-out. So he has his rod shoot Hummel. And he takes the information that he has written out for us. And they wait for us to show up and they take our 15 grand as well. There's a final touch. We're dumped into our own car along with Squint's body and driven into this mud hole. Why were we driven here and left? Annie, you're not out of your days yet. Hummel's body is in my car. A car I can't move out of this mud. And if I move the body, this back seat would still be covered with blood. I'm framed for Hummel's murder. Casey. And a man like Talbot will believe that you killed Hummel so he could keep that 15,000 dollars. Sure. After getting a load of his suspicions, the cops would think I meant to ditch Hummel's body somewhere in these woods and then keep on driving. They'll figure I got stuck in this mud hole by accident. Well, I can tell them... Wait a minute, kid. Wake up. You're in this as deep as I am. Casey. Let me look around in here. Fitzroy made this frame really good. That gun. Look at that. Three empty shells. That's still warm. Hey. Squint Hummel must have been shot here just now. And somebody in the neighborhood may have heard the shots. Look, Casey. Huh? That bobbing light up the road. I see it. Somebody carrying a lantern. Annie, get out of this car. We've got to meet him and head him off. He mustn't have a chance to see the body. No. We must have time to think this out. Say, kid, we are in a jam. Hi, down there. Hi yourself. You folks in any trouble? No, no, no trouble. I don't know. That's for a walk on a bad night like this. Yeah, we like the rain. Must have a car parked someplace. Yeah. Didn't get stuck in the mud, did you? No, no, no. No, that car's all right. Hey. I didn't make you out till I got this close, mister. Guess you didn't find that telephone. Telephone? I told you there was one at the beam in place. You told me? I'd find a telephone at the beam in place. Don't tell me you don't remember that. Mister, I never saw you before. You haven't been to your house? He was. About ten minutes ago already, but I didn't see you. Okay. I don't like this at all, Annie. Look at me close, mister. Mosley's a name. Okay, mister Mosley. Look at me close. I'm the guy you saw before. Well, you got on the same hat and raincoat, the same size, and you got mud up to your knees. Look at my face. I couldn't see your face before. You had your collar up and your hat pulled down. Annie, you get it? I'm afraid so. You're the same fella all right, aren't you? Now I ain't so sure that you're a boss, man. A what, man? Like I said, when we talk at the door of my house... Annie, stop the road. A car coming. The police searchlight on. That's a proud car. Oh, brother, now we're in for us. Can you see what are we going to do? Hey, who are you people? You know me, Officer Bannon. Oh, hello, Mosley. I've got a radioed report of gunshots. Know anything about them? I hear them, too. Glad to see you drive up here, Officer Bannon. I think these folks need investigators. Look, where's your car, mister? We may as well face it, Casey. Yeah. All right, my car's stuck in a mud hole back there, Officer. You'll find a dead man in it. A dead man? But we can explain. Put your arms over your head. That's right, Bannon. Put your gun on. The sooner you get Captain Logan of homicide out here, the sooner you can relax your grip on that shooting eye. Captain Logan knows us very well. I bet he does. And the commissioner will be a friend of yours, too. Well, if you don't believe me, get on that prowl car radio of yours and call that boy. Officer Bannon, there's another car coming. Yes, I see. Hey, you and that sedan. Who are you? What are you doing here? This is for you, copper. Officer Bannon's been shot. I'm getting out of here. Rest here. Don't move. You'll get it, too. Hey, old guy, where did he go? He got away among those trees. Anyway, those two are the jumps we want. And how? Hand over that envelope you got from Hummel, Casey. Hey, you're a... you're Ed Stark when it fits Roy's mob. Where's that stuff? You think I got something from Hummel? Yeah. I don't get this. Casey, we thought... Will you hand it over? Or shall we find it? The hard way for you. Starky, I didn't get any stuff from Hummel. That's the way you are. I'll work him over. Don't hit him with that. Get out! You... You'll get the same, sister, if you don't come clean. That's a promise. Now, where's the stuff Squint Hummel gave you? And where is Hummel? Think back. Think back. This morning, did you wake up with... cigarette hangover? That stale musty smoked out taste in your mouth. Cigarette hangover. That tight, dry, uncomfortable feeling in your throat. Yes, that's what takes the joy out of smoking. And when that happens to you, it's time to change to Philip Morris. Remember, Philip Morris is the one, the only cigarette proved definitely less irritating, definitely milder than any other leading brand. That fact is recognized by eminent medical authorities. No other cigarette can make that statement. Remember, top-ranking doctors, eminent nose and throat specialists, actually suggest Philip Morris in cases of irritation due to smoking. That's why we say, if you're tired of cigarette hangover, join the millions and change to Philip Morris. You too will discover in Philip Morris a milder smoke, a fresher, cleaner smoke than you've ever known before. And now, back to Casey, crime photographer. I've looked everywhere, Starkie, including the body of the cop I knocked off. The envelope just ain't our know-what. I told you, men, we never saw any envelope. Shut up. You sure you gave Casey's car a thorough going over book? You saw me do it. Yeah. That boss isn't gonna like this. A boss or no boss, we gotta get out of here. That old guy who got away may have phoned the cops. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. We gotta get out of here. That old guy who got away may have phoned the cops by now. Casey's still out called. Lift him into your car, drop him in the back seat. Okay. Where are you taking him? You'll find out, Miss Williams, because you're going to the same place. What are you gonna do? Make you tell us where you hid that stuff after Casey killed Hummel. He didn't kill Hummel. You'll tell us a lot of push-war. Casey's in, Starkie. And, uh, you get in, sister. In front. All right. Run away. Head for the boss and straight hide out. I'll phone the boss and then. He's gonna be awful sore, because we didn't find his stuff, Starkie. Yeah, bringing him Casey and his gal, aren't we? He's lucky we have that much on the short notice he gave us. Well, he got that phone tip on such a short notice. It's not. Got a phone tip? Yeah. There's no harm in telling you anything, sister, since you won't tell anyone else. Some guy who wouldn't give his name phoned the boss around nine o'clock and spilled your whole setup. He told Fitzroy that you'd find us where you did find us? That's why we went there. What do we expect you to find Scrin Hummel alive? You and Casey worked too fast for us. You didn't go first to McBernie's point? McBernie's point? Why should we have gone there? Now, look here. If you're telling the truth, somebody's double-crossed Fitzroy and you, as Casey and I have been double-crossed. Now, please believe me. If we did, or the boss does, you won't be any better off. Of course. You and his sleeper back here saw a shooter cop tonight. And we ain't given you no chance to talk about it. We'll make our chance! Hey, pull, he's got my gun down. I'll press him and I'll blow. You'll hit your hands off that wheel. Straighten this car, huh? Okay, okay. I ain't pressing back there. That's right. I was just waiting for Stark to get careless. Don't move, Stark. All right, now, pull, stop the car. Okay. And? Take his gun. You bet. Got it. Get out on the road, you birds. Get out. You heard me. Casey, aren't you going to take them to the police? They're throwing a clink ourselves with the murder of Squint Holm. Oh, yes, I can. I can give you what you gave me. Don't hit me when I come in. Don't. It's nice to be on a sending end for a change. I can't see you hitting so hard, Casey. It's not too hard. And, like, quiet. There are no cops to pick them up. But you just said that we couldn't... That we couldn't take them to a precinct station. That's true. But I can and will phone for one of the nearest drugstores. Without saying who you are. I'll get back in their car and they were leaving. Okay. Why do we go after you phone the cops to get those guys? We'll go on the land until we can deliver the real killer of Squint Holm. I don't know how you're going to find him. We have no idea who he is. Annie. Old man Mosley. Saw the killer. The guy who wore a raincoat and had like mine. Now, that was part of the frame up. To place me definitely at the scene of the murder. Well, but who had any motive to frame you and me outside of Fitzroy? You heard what those gunmen told me. Yeah, but they didn't go to McBernie's point. And that Fitzroy knew nothing about Hummel's promise sell out to us until he got an anonymous phone tip. Nuts, it doesn't make sense. I think the whole thing just happened as it did. Wait a minute, there's a drugstore. After I phone the nearest precinct station and tell them where to pick up those Fitzroy red hearts, I'm going to call Logan. Well, Casey Captain Logan's caught our cop first and a friend afterwards. Now, if you give him an inkling of where he can find it. I won't, yes. But I think he'll put friendship first for, well, maybe a little while, I hope so. Okay, I don't see any cops around. Now, you stay in this car, Annie, and keep your face out of sight. No, all right. But, Casey, we can't stay on the land for very long. Oh, I'm afraid not, kid. You, at least, aren't the type. Casey, where are you phoning from? I've already said I won't tell you, Logan. You know I could put a tracer on this call. I'll be gone from here before then, now look pal. Do you believe this story I've just told you? Yes, I'm sap enough to believe it. But I'm only one cop in a big department. And aside from the circumstantial evidence, that old guy mostly nails you tight to the murder. Casey, you and Miss Williams come down to headquarters and give yourselves up. After you just said I'm nail tight for something I didn't do? We're sure to get you pal. Every precinct's alerted for you, and there are a lot of tough precinct cops who might not handle you with gloves on. I'll make things as easy as I can. If you come down here, I'll help you. Anne and I need your help before we come down, Logan. She, at least, isn't going to be locked in one of your crummy cells if I can help her. You know, Casey, I'm not... Can I ask for help you can't give? Where's Mosley? We're holding him as material witness for his own safety. I want you to send Mosley home. Casey, the Fitzroy gang don't like witnesses. They'd bump off on Mosley. Logan, I sent a carload of precinct men to pick up the killers of that cop. That's news. Now I'm delivering him to you. In return, I want Mosley at his home. Why? Well, I can't talk to him very freely at headquarters. You can't change his story, but he saw you after those shots. There's no chance to try. Look, pal, you can guard Mosley yourself while I talk to him. Keep all other cops away. Okay, Casey. But the moment you come into Mosley's house, I'm placing you under arrest. All right. And Casey? Yeah. I want Anne Williams, too. No. She's no part of our deal. Casey, I... I have handcuffs for one in an hour. So long, pal. Mr. Casey, I'm just as sure as can be you're the fella who come to my door tonight. Yeah, but Mr. Mosley, you admit you didn't get a good look at that guy's face. Over and over, he's repeated his positive identification of everything else about you, Casey. Well, the guy's hands, his feet, or wasn't there something about him that was different from me? You said his voice... People can change their voices. Casey, I've allowed you well over an hour and you've gotten nowhere. Yeah, I know. It's a nice story. Yeah, I know. I'm finished, Logan. I'm glad of that. I'd like to get a little sleep tonight. We'll be going, Mr. Mosley. Yeah. Wait a minute. There's one thing that bothers me about you, young fella. I could have sworn you were a boss man. Boss man? You said that once before. What do you mean by the boss man? Well, that's what the folks in the party in New England I come from call the folks that live east of them on boss main on the county where we're talking. Logan, I've got it. I've got it. The answer to this murder frame-up. Logan, if you and Mosley will help me, I'll give you the real killer of squint hummel delivered to this house. A car. A car's pulling up outside. Yeah, that's his car, Mosley. Casey, he did fall for that line. You had Mosley hand him over the phone. Oh, she did. There's only his way to the door. We'll get out of sight in that next room, Casey. Okay, come on. Don't worry. I ain't worried. Good morning. I... I know who you are. Come in, mister. You are Mr. Mosley? Uh-huh. But you knew that without asking. We met on the last night when you come to my door and said you wanted to use telephone. I'm afraid you're mistaken. Well, if I'm mistaken, why did you drive way out here to see me at two o'clock in the morning, hey? Because your phone, Carl, of an hour ago roused my curiosity. You intimated that you possessed exclusive information about the murder of a man named Hamill. Let's not beat about the bush, mister. I said over the phone, as I'm going to say now, that the failure to use that murder ain't guilty. And I know who is guilty. Who? You. What evidence have you for your accusation? I'm keeping that to myself until we make a deal. I'd like you to be more specific. I'll tell you only this. Unless I'm paid to keep my mouth shut, I can send you to the electric chair. Your blackmail proposition is so outspoken. I assume we're quite alone here? We're alone, mister. I know something about blackmailers, Mosley. The first payment is never the last. I'm going to pay you nothing. Hey, what are you doing with that gun? I'm going to kill you with it. That's what you think, Talbot. Stop that gun, Talbot. No! Need shot. Right through his gunhand, Logan. You smart guys never learn what chumps they are. This was a frame-up. Yeah, and a better one than you tried to pull on me. This one worked. Let's be gone, Talbot. Wait a minute, Logan. Wait a minute. I'm shooting pictures of this baby first. When I turn him into the paper, Talbot, it will give me pleasure to spread the news that we need a new assistant managing editor. We'll join our friends in the blue note in just a moment. But first, it's a wonderful feeling. It's a wonderful feeling. It's a wonderful, wonderful feeling to wake up fresh with no cigarette hangover. Yes, that's something more and more smokers who have changed to Philip Morris are discovering every day. 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A light broke in our Mr. Casey's brain. Yeah, it finally broke if he'd said it several times. And then Talbot was from Maine. He used that broad A and he was one of the very few people who knew about our setup with squint Hummel. Well, I figured our new assistant managing editor had gone in for a little murder. I can't understand why a fellow with a swell job like he had did what he did for only 15,000 bucks. Well, that was only incidental, a part of the frame on us. What do you mean, Ms. Williams? Well, Talbot had a million-dollar blackmail scheme and with the evidence Hummel was to sell us, he planned to shake down Fitzroy and all the crooked politicians on his payroll. I see. But now the cops have that evidence. They used to send Fitzroy and a lot of his train seals to jail. Yeah, also the cops got back the paper's 15 grand. There's one thing I still don't get, Casey. What's that, pal? Pointed Talbot make that anonymous phone call to Fitzroy and tip him about Hummel's cell out. Make his perfect crime more perfect. If Fitzroy's gunman had killed us, everybody think that we'd killed Hummel and taken it on the land. No one would have ever suspected Talbot. Gee, we sure missed you around here. Are you really now, pal? Well, that reminds me, Casey, there's a little matter of $13.20 that's overdue. Annie, come on. We're on the lam again. Friends, remember this. If you're tired of cigarette hangover, call for the one cigarette that gives you a milder, fresher, cleaner smoke. Yes, from now on... Good night, Johnny. On Thursdays, same time, same station. When Philip Morris again will present another exciting adventure of Casey, crime photographer. Until then... Smoke a pipe. You get real solace, comfort and pleasure from revelation. Plus smooth burning. Plus a swell aroma. Revelation pipe tobacco is a revelation in smoking pleasure. Only $0.15. Try revelation. Crime photographer starring Stots-Cotsworth as Casey is produced and directed by John Deets. 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