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Ann Williams, news reporter for the Morning Express, purged on one of the high bar stools. Casey with his camera and film case hasn't arrived as yet. And that'll bring the bartender for lack of something better to do, says, Walter, you better bring up some more lemons. And Ann, says, Gee, I hate to go home tonight. Just hum the chorus, Miss Williams. Maybe I've heard it. Hum what chorus? See how I hate to go home tonight. I never can remember a popular song. Apple breath. That isn't a song. That's how I feel on the kind of my apartment being painted today. I hate the smell of paint and things are all upside down. I don't know how I'll be able to sleep. Well, Gee, my sister, Ann, I'd be glad to let you use her. No, I guess you couldn't sleep on that. It's kind of... Oh, thanks. Anyway, Apple breath. Lady Casey, your bartender was one of those all night assignments. Oh, I was hoping to catch you here, Annie. I got a great idea, Annie. You know what I tell you? Speak of angels and you hear the flapping of angels. Make mine the same, Apple breath, Annie. Yes, your case is coming right out. Now what's that about angels, Annie? You tell me. A great idea, you tell me. Yeah, yeah. I feel like stepping out for a change tonight, Annie. We're on a show. Later we can drop into the top hat club. Why, Casey, this is so sudden. Sudden? No, no, I mean it. Now, what's the best show in town? How about Angel Face? Angel Face? Well, that's a musical. It won't open until next Monday. I'm with a bit of influence, Casey. I can get us in to see a preview performance tonight. Gee, that sounds exciting. How much influence? $100 worth. $100? Huh? Well, I don't get it. Well, I was going to keep the news kind of subnormal until after I started getting weekly dividends. You mean you put $100 into that show? I'm what we call an angel, Casey. I know what you are, but how did it happen? You know how it is here in the blue notes, celebrities and such. They get on the confidential side. So a few months ago when Miss Carling asked me if I wanted to take a crack at the big money. Uh, Carling? Yeah, a blonde, Annie. First named Eva. Sing, dance, it's in the show. Oh, so then with a photographic memory. Thanks. Or blonde. You must have seen her in here too much, William. Pretty, but, you know. So you gave Miss Carling your piggy bank and later on you got a legal paper making you a limited partner in Angel Face. Ain't it all right? Legal, as I say. So if you folks will do me the honor, I'm glad to escort you to the preview. So it's me. I think it'll be fun. I'll get my other coat. This is my night off if I want it, but I usually don't because it's quite good. We'll have dinner together too, Ethelberg. Anything to keep me out of my four walls tonight. The apartment's being redecorated. And I'm afraid to go home. Annie, what a sucker, that poor guy. I read the out-of-town notes. Angel Face is so bad they're going to have to produce it again before the critics can even call it a flop. Oh, for seven states? Well, don't tell Ethelberg. I've lost 200 grand so far. I've had all kinds of trouble and on top of that, Carlo Chapman is the artistic genius behind the whole mess. You mean the night club owner? Yeah. It's kind of a splash for a hundred bucks making that show with or without Chapman behind it. Oh, poor Ethelberg. He isn't something you can do, Casey. I ought to go backstage and turn Eva Carling over my knees. Thank her. Don't be silly. I'll pay the taxi, Casey. She's been quite a crowd going into the theater. Yeah, her friends, relatives, and chief mourners. Now, don't let Ethelberg hear you. That was a funny driver. I gave him a dime tip and he handed it back. Said I might need him myself. Well, let's go in by the stage door. Why the stage door? I want you to both meet Miss Carling, Miss Williams. She's a very charming cantout. What? That's theatrical language for singer, Casey. Oh, I see, yeah, studying up. Okay, Ethelberg, let's go. Miss Williams is the behind of the scene. Sorry, no visitors. The doorman should have stopped you. Uh, mister, maybe you don't know it, but I own a considerable hunk at this show and these here are friends. Mr. Casey and Miss Williams are the morning express. Morning express? Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Jack Blake, stage manager. Anyone from the press is always welcome. But please excuse me so many last-minute details in the most curtain time. Make yourselves at home. Mr. Casey, angels always get in where a fool's fair to come. Well, let's find Miss Carling's room. I want you to meet it. Yeah, wish her luck, too. Gonna meet it with his turkey. And he watches steps with cables on the floor and sandbags overhead. The backstage of the theater is a dangerous place. Uh-oh. What? Over there near the door. Over the star on it is Carlos Chapman, owner of the Pop Hat Club. Tall, dark. That crook is one man you're not gonna meet, lady. Oh. By the way, who's the star of Angel Face? Andrea Ballou. Hmm? Should I be in press? You mean does La Ballou have talent? Well, there's Avery. She's Queen B in this show, though, thanks to Chapman. Oh, so it's that way? Just some gossip, everybody knows. Well, let's move along or we'll lose Edward among these gorgeous guests. What's bothering you, Edward? Say, Casey, are those real, those diamonds? Coming up, Miss Carling. Well, we've enjoyed meeting you, Miss Carling. Uh, we'll get on out front. Good luck. You look lovely, Miss Carling. That's the very original hairdo. Sort of, um, Veronica Lakin. Yeah, it certainly hides your sort of blonde, I mean. Yes. It's what I do to wish for luck. Sorry, I'm not myself. We understand. Preview of butterfly, then. Yeah, something else. Nobody can kid me. This show is going right down the drain. Right now, I know it. I sure wish you had your money back, Edward. Well, gee, Miss Carling, where does life? Life? Yeah. Angel Face might live if Andrea Ballou dropped dead. She's a double-crossing microbe with a neat pan and a mince coat. Don't you like her? Ever since I can remember, Ballou has been in my way. I should have had that star part, so I'm lucky to be her understat. Someday I'll take care of that she, devil. She can't push me around. I won't take it. Sorry, I have to shoo you out, folks. That's all right. That's all right. We understand. Well, what's wrong with you, Eva? Nothing. Nothing at all. You ought to know everything is just that. Sorry, Mr. Casey, Ms. Williams. Everybody's keyed up tonight. Follow me. We can go down these stairs. I don't know if it would help or not, Mr. Blake, but, uh... How about I take a few shots of your star? Miss Ballou? You mean now? Why not? Why? Yes, we can use some publicity. That's her dressing room. I'll see if she's ready. Ooh, this is your night to howl, all right. What's the word? Annie. I'll be trying to help Ethel Burt's investment. Mm-hmm. Miss Ballou, I have a gentleman outside. Ah, a diplomat. I'd better put my head inside and ask if it's safe. Do you know how temperamental it is? Miss Ballou, I was wondering if... Mr. Casey, something happened. Come here. She's on the floor. She's fainted. I better call a doctor. Yeah, you better. I'll be right back. Hey, now, wonder if she's saying that Miss had an awful fight with someone. This dressing room's a mess. I wonder what happened. This is what happened. Step over here. Look. Oh, my gosh. Hey, hey, the show started, Casey. What are we gonna do? Miss Ballou can't dance with a knife in her back, Ethel Burt. Uh, Angel Face has too many angels, including a dead one. Sorry, we'll continue in just a moment. Here's how to enjoy beer at its best. I know. Pour it right out of a clean glass bottle. Yes, that's important. Because glass and glass only can bring you beer and ale that taste as beer and ale should taste. 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Dressing room doors which say who's in charge backstage. Get these people out of here. Let me through. Who was he anyway? Ah, Miss William. You got here, might it quick? Ah, this way Captain Logan. Who thought of you? I suppose Casey somewhere. He most certainly is. In here. What are you doing here? I'm a news department member. I just had to be driving by and got the radio report myself. How'd you find out about it? Ah, a nice thing, huh? Yeah. You're attending the preview of this show. I asked Blake, the stage manager, if I could take some pictures of Mr. Baloo. We knocked and nobody answered, so we came in on this. Now, our tech squad will be here in a few minutes. In the meantime, I hope you haven't disturbed anything in here. Wait a minute, Logan. Act your age. You know, need to do pictures as well. Maybe I can save you some time, though. The rest of this place must have been quite a fight. Now get that stage manager in here. I'll get him, Captain. A fight between two gals. Gals? Yeah, okay. And strands of yellow hair brought in a nail. A blonde. You're the stage manager, Blake. We'll wind this business up. Blake, round up all the blondes in this company. I, uh, I think there's only four of the girls. The one I want has scratches on her on her face or arms. She's probably trying to hide them with makeup. I'll catch the girls now before they leave the theater. There's Miss Carling who might have something to hide behind a cock or spaniel head. We'll get to it. How about this knife? Hello, Chapman. Oh, you're here, huh? Why shouldn't I be? What have I interest in, Miss Carling? You tell me there's been an accident. That's too bad. You ever see that weapon before? I didn't come here to answer no questions. But I'm one of those fellows like to help the cops. I'd have fallen off with Andrea tonight. I got nothing to hide. That's my knife. I recognize it. Headed in my desk at the Top Hat Club. Disappeared three weeks ago. Your lawyer told you to say all this? If you'll figure you can hang anything on me and make it stick, just say the word. Chapman, I'll talk to you later. Right now, all I want is a blonde. Man, that's all most men want, Logan. We had a scrap. I would have killed him, but I didn't. I never saw that knife before. Step outside a minute, Logan. This balloon was killed, Logan, by a single clean knife thrust in the back. Well, now is it logical after a wild fight between two women that the knife was only used once? Now what are cuts or slashes? I'll betcha little Eva can't even peel potatoes about cutting a finger off. Can't I go home now? Can't you just let me go home and rest? We were just talking about you, Miss Carling, and I... Casey, look out! Look out, Casey! That was a heavy sandbag. I saw it start to slip from up there. Yes, well, we're okay anyway. Your lawyer must weigh a hundred pounds. Yeah, they use it for counterweights on the curtains. Come on, come loose. That's cut for the night. When again, get some more light on back here. Come on, Casey. We'll take a look up there in the catwalk, all right? I'll go up to the flies this way, Logan. Anybody's up there? We'll soon find out. There's a door up there, Casey. Not any more. Somebody got out through this door to the roof, though. Got away over the fire escape. Hello. Listen, will you give me a break now? All right, depend. Eva Carling couldn't have cut that sandbag loose. She was standing right beside us. Yeah, that's right. We worked up. I'll tell Annie to take her home. You can pick her up later if you want her. Okay. Let's go over and have a talk with Carlo Chapman. We've lost a pin-up still on the wall. The top-head club seems to feature their scenes. Pictures, you know anything? Yeah. Here's a shot of the late, unlimited Miss Andrea Bellew, picking up her pretty ankles with a dancing partner. Boy, he looks kind of familiar. Oh, good evening, Mr. Chapman. I'm firing a picture gallery. Oh, look around plenty. Sorry I wasn't here. I'm doing a little exercise. I've been down fire escape. What? I say, who's the lad with Miss Bellew in this shot? He used to be part of the team. Blue and Bellew. I gave him their spot here at the club. Blue and Bellew. And he got hurt. Couldn't dance anymore. So Miss Bellew had to do a single act. Now, let's cut out the small talk. I don't know nothing more about the nice Captain Loew. Any idea of who might have taken it? No. What did you and Bellew quarrel about in her dressing room tonight? I told her if she didn't behave, she was through. Who could take her place if she was? I don't understand it. We were calling. Did you promise Eva anything in case Andrea Bellew was out of the picture? If you want to put it that way, yeah. If we ever open the show again, Miss Colling will be a friend's place. It's the power of the year. I see. Come on, Chapman. I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder. I'm taking you to headquarters. I'm also picking up Eva Colling. AC, there's no use sulking. I'm not sulking. I'm going to pick up Eva at her apartment, and book her on a charge of homicide, at least. Let me get more evidence. Yeah, she and Miss Williams should have had plenty of time to get there by now. Yeah, I guess so. Now, look, AC, Miss Colling was Chapman's new girlfriend. She knew Bellew was in her way. She had a motive, all right? She was Chapman's own knife stuck in Bellew's back, all at which it points a finger at Chapman. I'll go this far with you, Logan. The lever may have a hunch who did put Bellew out of the way. Right now, I'm trying to dig something out of my memory, though. Ever since we were in Chapman's office, I've been scratching my head. Where are we? Eva Colling. Is that the building across the street, Panigan? Yes, sir. The address Miss Colling gave us, 317, Looks like the fourth story walked up. Oh, come on, Tracy. Let's start climbing. Now, you just relax. Nobody's going to find whoever it is I don't want to see anybody. I'm afraid. I didn't do it. I told you everything. I told you the truth. You believe me, don't you? Yes, of course I do. No, he wouldn't bring this place. Who it is, let him ring. Don't answer it. I haven't gotten here yet. All that climbing we did for nothing. Instead of coming here to Colling's apartment, they probably went to Annie's place. She's got an extra room. Yeah, yeah, climb in. Hey, Logan, I think I've got it. What? Look, remember that photograph in Chapman's office, the dance team of Blue and Baloo? Well, let's go, Flanigan. Well, look, he said the kid got hurt some years ago. He wasn't able to dance anymore. Well, I've got a memory for faces. You know, you get that way in my business. Now, hold it a minute, Panigan. Tracy, that's probably going into the apartment. Yeah? Yeah, that's Blake, the stage manager. Yeah. That's Blake, all right? Uh-huh. See how he dragged one foot? I didn't notice it before. He does walk with a kind of limp. I wonder why he's calling out Colling's apartment. Logan. I'm beginning to get one of those hunches. You win your hunches. What is it this time? So strong that if I weren't sure that Annie and Miss Colling aren't up there, I'd follow Blake up those stairs again. Why? Because according to my hunch, Blake is the murderer of Miss Baloo. And Miss Colling's life in Annie's too won't be worth a nickel if Blake finds him. Well, let's have it, Tracy. At least we know the girls aren't up there. All Blake can do is walk up there and ring the bell as we did. If there is any reason to think he had anything to do with the murder, we can pick him up when he comes down. Yeah, yeah. That's right. The girls are safe enough. Well, Logan, look, here's the basis of my hunch. I was telling you before about that photograph. Set him in. There couldn't be worse than sitting here. Where's Don and Mr. Blake's stage manager? Oh, I'm coming, Mr. Blake. Sit down with Eva. I don't see what... You see this, don't you? Get over there. It's a lot more effective than a knife. Why do you want Jack? You saw me go into Baloo's dressing room just after you came out. I'd be a scrap with her, but you'll never tell the police. No, I didn't see you going, Jack. I tell you, I didn't... I thought I'd pick you up with that sandbag, but now I'll have to try again. You're a fool to think you can use that gun to get away with it. Listen, I waited a long time to take care of Andrea. Seven years. She knew Chapman crippled me so I couldn't dance again. Well, she'll never dance again either. When I leave here, I'll take care of Chapman. I couldn't make the cops think he used his knife on Andrea. Too bad you had to be up here tonight, Miss Williams. But that's how it is. My hunch, Blake, or Blue, if you prefer, had his dancing career cut short by an accident. Now, suppose he nursed a grudge against Baloo, seeing her go on and on and up and up and shove it to him. When all he could ever hope for was a job as a stage manager now. You know, Casey, at this hour in the morning, I admire your energy. Do you think of such an idea? Well, like I said, Logan, it's just a hunch that I'm completely sold on it myself. I've been keeping Blake so long up there. He's wearing that doorbuzz around. Casey, that's the theatrical apartment house. Lots of theater people live there. He probably lives there and he's in bed asleep by now, while we sit out here in the cold. Now, I'll pick him up tomorrow for more questioning, but right now I'll settle for Eva Carling and then I'm going home. Vannegan, you know where Miss Williams lives. Step on the starter. We're going there. Chapman, recognize you backstage? Ha! He never notices anything unless it wears skirts. But as a stage manager of Angel Face, surely Miss Baloo would remember you with her former partner? Sure, she knew I had the job. She didn't mind. She thought it was nice to have me under her thumb, like throwing bones to a dog. But, uh, what about... You saw long enough. We're going to have some radio music. I'll turn it up real loud for a few minutes. No! No, I'll never tell about you, Jack. I'll go away. Don't shoot! I'll do anything! What about the girls, she heard? No, no, I mean, yes, I'm all right. I guess Eva fainted, though. Casey, you and the Marines. They almost made two more angels out of us. Casey, no, never tell in your favor. I'm falling. I won't, Annie. Good thing I remembered one thing, Annie. Yeah, you remembered just in time. Remembered? Remembered what? Well, never mind now, honey. Come on. I think we can just make the blue note before it closes. In just a moment. It's not far from Thanksgiving, and all reports are that turkeys are plentiful and big, and that means in most homes there'll be lots of delicious turkey leftovers. 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He'd been injured on purpose. That was horrible. That was seven years ago, you see. And there's no way to pin it on Chapman? Well, if Miss Bellew was alive, she might, but... But why did Chapman bother with Blake seven years ago? Well, Blake and Bellew had an ironclad contract that neither could break. Miss Bellew met Carlo and saw her big chance to latch on to the big time. But Blake was a drag, so Chapman helped out by fixing Blake so that he was through as an answer, because that nullified the contract. There's a five-letter word for a louse like that. Or is it six? Here get his, some night in a dark alley. To think Chapman can walk around unfettered while poor Blake winds up in the chair. Yeah, for murder. He almost got me with a sandbag. He was just going to add Heba Carling and our own Annie who was list. Sure anxious to cover his tracks, right? When you broke in, and it was heavenly timing. Yeah, Casey, how come? Well, Logan and I started to drive to Annie's place, but at the last moment I remember that her apartment had just been painted. She wouldn't go there if she could help it, so I... I knew you must be at Eva's place, Annie. We did a quick turnaround, got there in time to hear the radio tuned up. Well, boys, don't think it hasn't been fun, but I'm going home to my new smelling apartment and collapse. Wait a minute, Annie, I've got a bright idea. Oh, I know. You feel like stepping out tonight. No, tomorrow night, Annie. We'll have dinner at the show. What's a good show? How about Hello Broadway? There's a preview performance. Wait a minute, wait. Don't tell me. Not again. Well, as my sister Edna says, quote, most of us keep one eye on the temptations we pray not to be led into. Unquote. 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