 RINSO, R-I-N-S-O, Sobie Rich RINSO presents Boston Blackies, starring Chester Morris. Hello? Is Mr. Mann leather there? Why, no, I'm sorry, he's not. This is his secretary, Mr. Rochelle, can I help you? Yes, you can deliver a message for me. I've been trying to reach him all day. This is John Partridge, president of the Morton National Bank. Mr. Partridge, but, well, Arthur Borden is president of the Morton Bank, isn't he? Not since yesterday, he's not. Give this message to Mr. Mann leather, please. Tell him that his notes to the bank were due and payable on Monday of this week, and we must have our money. But, Mr. Partridge, we showed our books to Mr. Borden only last week, and he agreed to extend the notes until our accounts receivable came in. Our business is in fine shape, Mr. Partridge, our books prove it. Please tell Mr. Mann leather that we'll accept our money in the morning, Mr. Rochelle. But it's $100,000, we can't possibly raise that money overnight. I'm sorry, that's Mr. Mann leather's problem. Goodbye. $100,000? Hello, Jean. Mr. Mann leather, the bank just called. There's a new president and they... And they want a foreclose on my notes. How did you know? Read this letter, I got at the house this morning. Here, read it. If you want to know how to prevent the bank from foreclosing on your note, have your friend Boston Blackie visit a house at 50 Hunter Street at 7 o'clock this evening. Signed a friend. Mr. Mann leather, what does that mean? I don't know, I can't see any connection between the bank and Blackie, but I do know I won't ask him to go to Hunter Street. Well, can we raise $100,000 for the notes overnight? I don't think so, but I'll try. One of there isn't much hope. Then you must call your friend Blackie. You can only mean trouble for Blackie. I don't know how or why, but it must be trouble for him if I'm being forced to ask him to go there. But Blackie thrives on trouble, Mr. Mann leather, and it'll save your business. No, I won't call Blackie, I'm going out to try to raise the money. You'll hear from me later. All right, sir. Alice, would you call a number for me please? Get me Boston Blackie. Get me Boston Blackie. Four words that the weak use to call their champion. You know, some expressions seem so natural and right, we use them all the time without even thinking, like ruby red and sky blue and so on. Well, what I get a particular kick out of is the fact that we've added a new one to the nation's vocabulary. Yes, I here tell that nowadays you ladies say, rinsow white when you want to talk about really white clothes. Of course, there's a mighty good reason why rinsow gets your clothes so white. Rinsow's soapy rich suds won't take no for an answer from dirt. They pitch right in in your tub or washer and go to town. Yes, rinsow gets out more dirt, and that's why you ladies are able to turn out those beautiful rinsow white, rinsow bright washes. So next wash day, whistle for the kind of wash you're going to do. Whistle for the kind of wash you're proud to hang on your line, like this. And remember, it stands for rinsow white. Now, meet Chester Morris as Boston Blackie. Tell me, Blackie, which one of these girls do you like best? Come on, take a look at their pictures. All right, Shorty, I'll judge your personal beauty contest for you. Now, this blonde here. Hold it, Shorty, I'll get the phone. Hello? Blackie? Blackie, this is Gene. I had to call you. Mr. Manletter's in terrible trouble. Hey, come on, will you, Blackie? Come on, get off that phone. I got to know about this red hair. Lay off, Shorty. Well, what is it, Gene? What's the matter with Arthur? The bank called an hour ago. I've been trying since then to reach you. They're going to take over the business if Arthur doesn't redeem his notes for $100,000 by tomorrow morning. Well, they can't do that, Gene. Yes, they can. The notes are overdue. Hey, boss, what about this brunette? Now, come on, come on, will you? Quiet. Not you, Gene. Look, honey, I happen anywhere near $100,000, and I wouldn't know where to go to get it by tomorrow morning. I didn't expect you would, Blackie, but Mr. Manletter received a message saying that if you come to 50 Hunter Street at 7 o'clock tonight, the notes will be renewed. If I go to 50 Hunter Street? Well, what does that mean? I don't know, Blackie. But if I show up, they'll renew? That's what the note says. Mr. Manletter knew you'd be in some kind of danger if you went, and he wouldn't ask you. Oh, don't worry, Chick. You'll hear from me. Bye. So, you finally got done. Now, come on, help me. I've got 50 pictures here. Pick out the one I should pin up on my wall. I can't do anything about your pin-up problem now, Shorty. I've got something at 50 Hunter Street that I've got to pin down. Hey, what is this? Sounds like a record. Hey, you behind the desk. You in the mask. What is this? Come on, talk. A record, huh? Well, personally, I prefer Harry James. Sure I have. I hope you'll... He's out cold. I didn't hit him too hard, boss. There's no sense killing him. The law is going to do that for us very soon. Gee, Blanky, where you been? I've been having pups. Well, I hope they look like their mother. Well, I'm back, Shorty. Only I'm not the same guy. You should have had your head examined for going down to that Hunter Street joint. Yes, I had it cracked. That's worse. Take a look at this, Shorty. A bullet hole? Yeah. Yeah, co-pockets. Who'd you shoot, Blanky? I didn't shoot anybody, Shorty. Somebody slugged me, and when I woke up, my gun was gone, and this hole was in my pocket. I must have been out for hours. It's almost 11 o'clock. I called Jean and she told me the bank renewed man-letters' notes the minute I showed up at the Hunter Street place. Somebody sure took an awful crack at you. Hey, Blanky? Yeah, it's more than that, Shorty. Only how much more, and exactly what, I don't know. Uh, get my robe, will you please? Yeah, yeah, sure, boss. Uh, give me your coat, and I'll hang it over this here chair. Well, here it is. Blanky, what do you make of this business this afternoon? I don't make it. It's got me stumped. Yeah, me too. Well, here's your robe. Thanks. I think I'll lie down relaxed for half an hour. Would you mind fixing me some coffee? Sure, sure. Have a free and just a minute, boss. Thanks. Hello, Blanky. Glad to see me. Well, Inspector Faraday. Of course I'm glad to see you. Which goes to prove how easy I am to please. Very funny. Well, Blanky, I think you overdid it this afternoon. Well, my head sure feels like I did. That isn't what I mean. Have you ever heard of a private detective named Fred Viswell? That crooked jammers? Yeah. Oh, sure I've heard of him. And he's heard of me too, Faraday. I got the guy's license suspended when he tried to blackmail me a couple of friends of mine, you know, last year. That's the guy. He didn't like you, Blanky. You know, I'd feel a whole lot worse if you said Rita Hayworth didn't like me. You didn't like him either? I hate rats, Faraday. Come on, what's all this about? Nothing. Only Viswell was found shot to death an hour ago. Huh? I'm taking you in for his murder, Blanky. Now, let's get going. Now, look, Faraday, you've done ridiculous things every day of your life. But right now you're borrowing from next week. What makes you think I bumped off Viswell? I don't think that I know it. We've got your gun and it's got your fingerprints on it. Oh. We found it near Viswell's body. And if I'm not mistaken, isn't that a bullet hole in the pocket of this coat of yours on the chair? You fired from your pocket. Well, maybe I burned the hole with a cigarette. No, a cigarette ever burned a hole like that. Come on, let's get going, Blanky. Get dressed and hurry up. Take off that robe, put a coat on. You're coming with me. Come on, take that robe off. All right, all right. Pretty robe isn't it. Too bad you won't be allowed to wear it in jail. You like this robe, Inspector? Mm-hmm. Well, here, take a good look at it. Lovely. Take a good look at it, right over your head. All right. Shorty. Shorty. Yeah, yeah, I'm right here, boss. I was waiting for a signal from you before I contact you. Well, help me tie him up, Shorty. We'll use the cord from the robe. Now, quiet, Inspector. Quiet. Don't you know it's impolite to talk with your mouth full? You'll be tied up like a chicken in just a little minute now. Well, I know what the score is now, Shorty. Somebody's fixed it to look like I knocked off Fred Viswell. Yeah, you heard. In a very pretty picture, isn't it, boss? I'm not worried about the picture, Shorty. I'm worried about the frame. Who is it? Who's there? Let me in, Jean. Hurry. It's Blackie. Blackie? Oh, thanks. Hi. I'm sorry about coming to your apartment at this hour, Jean, but I couldn't reach you on the telephone. Well, they closed the downstairs switchboard at midnight. What is it, Blackie? What's wrong? I need information, Jean. I need all you know or can remember. There's some connection between a private detective named Fred Viswell and somebody at the Morton Inn. Well, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry about coming to your apartment at this hour, Jean, but he gave name Fred Viswell and somebody at the Morton National Bank. Now, who was it that spoke to you on the telephone? The new president. His name is John Partridge. Well, that's the man I'm going to see. Faraday's on my trail again, Jean, and I've got to clear myself. Oh, you'll never be able to get into the bank to see Partridge, especially if Faraday has a dragnet out for you. As soon as you show up, they'll throw you in jail. Oh, don't worry. I'll figure out a way to get in to see him. But if I don't get anywhere with Partridge, I'm a dead duck. Good morning. Good morning, Mr. Partridge. Good morning. Oh, I left you a mail in your desk, Mr. Partridge. Thank you. I'll be in my office if anyone wants me. Don't open your mouth, Partridge, or this gun will shut it permanently. What? What do you want? Aren't you one of the special police that protects the bank? Well, don't let this uniform fool you. I were just to get in here and keep away from your desk. You know, I'm allergic to the sudden pushing of buttons. Oh, that's better. Now, do you know who I am? No. I'm Boston Blackie. That doesn't mean a thing to me. Oh, I think it does. You called Arthur Manletter's office and told him the bank wouldn't renew his notes. But he received a letter saying that if I were to go to 50 Hunter Street, the bank would renew. Maybe you know what you're talking about, but I don't. You've got to be the man behind a pretty shrewd frame up, Partridge. Unless you're acting on somebody's instructions. Now, which is it? You know that if I raised my voice, you'd be shot dead by the bank guards before you could go through the front door. Well, I'd have company, Partridge, believe me. You. Inspector Faraday thinks I killed a man. They don't hang you twice for double killing. Why was I framed for the murder of Fred Viswell? I don't know any Fred Viswell. And I don't know anything about any telephone call that was supposed to be made by me to Arthur Manletter. Oh, you don't, huh? How about the renewal of Manletter's note? There never was any question about renewing Manletter's note. His credit is excellent. The note was renewed by me personally at 10 o'clock yesterday morning with a note reattesting to the time. And that was certainly long before my alleged phone call. You played it cozy, huh? You knew Manletter would call me, so you bluffed him. How long are you going to make me stand here? Can't you see there's nothing I know that can help you? Why don't you go? I will. I've got another stop to make. But the minute I leave this office, you'll call for help, of course. Of course? Oh, but you're not going to. You know, the only way you can do any calling, Partridge, is to talk in your sleep. Mr. Borden? Yes? I'm sorry to disturb you at your home. My name is Boston Blackie. How do you do, Mr. Blackie? I came up here to see you, Mr. Borden, about your bank. You mean about what used to be my bank? I'm sorry. Who decided to replace you as president? The board of directors. Oh, and was it done suddenly? Yes, very. And where did John Partridge come from? I don't know. You'd been on our board of directors only a short while. Oh. I'm an old man, Blackie. The loss of my bank was a blow to me. Everything came so suddenly I hadn't gotten used to not being there anymore. Will you forgive me if I'd rather not talk about it? Oh, I understand, Mr. Borden. I'm going to try to get your bank back for you, but I need some help. Now, here's an address where I can be reached. Oh, you must have some loyal employee at the bank you can depend on, and would you call him and get him to find out something about Partridge? And if you get any information, send me a message. And send that ring you're wearing with it so I know it's from you. I'll send you a message if I get it. But with just a paper clip on it, I haven't been able to get this ring off in years. The paper clip will identify my messenger if I hear anything. Good. Give me a little help. I'll turn a murder over to Inspector Faraday, get rid of the charge against myself, and give you a bank right in your side pocket. We've got to stay down here at my waterfront hideout during the day, shorty. Every cop in town is on our tail, and Faraday's sworn he won't sleep till he brings me in. It's okay with me, Blackie. And go ahead, it's your deal. You got me, let me see, you got me 60 to 17 and two boxes. Go ahead, it's your deal. You know one thing about Gin rummy, it sure passes the time away. Yeah, it passes my door away, too. Okay, you two, hoist him. Come on, Patsy. Yeah, yeah, I'm coming. Now, look, Lucky, stand up and don't try no, no, nothing foolish. I know all about you and your tricks. Well, I wasn't exactly going to ask you to pick a card. Who are you? A guy who ain't gonna be outsmarted by you. Oh. Tie the little guy up, Patsy. Yeah, yeah, tie him up. Good, too. Don't talk. Tie. I'm tying him. He ain't gonna go nowhere for a while. Okay. Suppose we start moving, Blackie. You ready, Patsy? Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm ready, Muck. Well, of course, don't anybody ask me. You're ready, Blackie. But you don't know for what. Now start moving. Oh, this is a ride, huh? Okay. One way. Oh, I wouldn't say that, Blackie. We're coming back. Patsy and me. But we got orders to get you. Orders to get me, huh? Dealing in the Blackie market? You're straining arm, reaching for jokes like that, Blackie. I thought that was rather clever, isn't it? You might as well know something. Yeah? We ain't taking you on any gang ride. We're turning you over to the cops. Yeah, I'll bet. A couple of hoods like you wouldn't go within two miles of headquarters. I guarantee Faraday's got charges hanging over both of you guys. Maybe. Only he'll be so glad to see you he won't be able to think straight. All right, let's get moving, Blackie. And remember, I'm the guy that's got the gun on you. Okay, Muck. But take my word for it. Someday you're going to beg me to forget that. Blackie, there's something natural about the way you look behind bars. They look good on you. Oh, thanks. You've got no idea how nice it is to see you sitting so sweetly in that cell. Now, Faraday, listen, I didn't knock off Viswell. No kidding. Of course not. And you didn't throw your bathrobe over my head and tie me up either, did you, Blackie? Well, yes, I did do that, Faraday. You know I did. But I did it to help you. Oh, this is going to be good. Now, tell me how. Well, somebody knocked off Fred Viswell. Your job is to catch murderers, Faraday. I had to be free to help you, see? Blackie, you should have been a lawyer. Thanks. Now, remember looking a slight something. Your gun. Your pretty little gun. With your fingerprints on it. And a slug from it in Viswell's head and a bullet hole in your coat pocket. Nobody else killed Viswell, Blackie. You've got no alibi. You hated the guy and your gun did the job. Looks like kind of a perfect job to me. This is a frame up, Faraday. Now, you've got to do something you've never done before. Oh, what? Use your head. Look, you're in jail, Blackie, and you tell me to use my head. Don't you think this is a spot where you should use yours? 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A dollar. But the policeman at the end of the corridor said that if I came... Look, here's a dollar and keep the ticket. And the next policeman is right down past this row of cells. Go bother him, will you please? Yeah. And don't tell me that bag you're carrying is full of tickets. There aren't that many policemen. You're so silly. Of course not. I always carry a bag. It makes me look as if I'm always about ready to go someplace. Well, you can go right now. I'll unlock the door. You can walk down the corridor till you find another cop at the end of it. His name's Murphy. Isn't every policeman? Oh, I don't know. All right, go on, miss. Right down the corridor. Don't mind them mugs in the cells. Blackie. Jane, what are you doing here? This isn't visiting day. Blackie, listen. I've got to keep walking when the guard looks this way. Oh, don't be silly. Come in. The door's open. The cell door's open? Sure. Try it. It is. Blackie, how did you do that? Close the door. You know, I could open the cell door. All right, Jane, that was a cinch. But I haven't figured out yet how to get past the guards at both ends of the guard. Stop figuring it, Blackie. Here, look at this bag I brought. It's an outfit that matches the one I'm wearing. Only it's a couple of sizes larger. Put it on quick. What, and leave you in the cell? Oh, nothing doing, honey. Oh, I'll go out the door. I came in, Blackie. You go out the other one. Only hurry. The guard might get curious. Okay. Well, it won't take me a second. I'll first roll my trousers up and then on with the dress. Oh, you brought a wig too, aren't you? You think of everything. Can I get into these shoes? Sure, you can. Then hurry, Blackie. Don't forget your hat. Say it's a cute one. All right, zip me up. We're in. All set. There. I just walk out, Blackie. Telecop at the end of the corridor. His name's Murphy. Tell him you ran out of tickets. Can you talk like a girl? Who me? Of course I can. Oh, you better not talk. Bye, Blackie, and luck. See you back in my apartment. Oh, thanks, Jane. You're wonderful. See you later, Blackie. You look awful cute in that outfit. Watch out for the wool. Oh, not me. For once I want to be on the receiving end of a... This is the house, Shorty. 50 Hunter Street. I don't know what I'd expect to find here, but let's go in. Why, boss? Well, maybe I can pick up something inside that'll give me a clue to that masked man. Uh, you see any lights? No. Nope, there ain't any, but... Okay, now don't hit your flashlight till we close the street door. Oh, what kind of a lock is this? I don't know. But if you're working on it, it's an easy lock. I'll guarantee you that. No, Shorty. It's an open lock. Come on in. Shh. Quiet. Hit your flashlight, Shorty. Right. Yeah, this is the room where I got conked. The masked guy sat right over there facing me with his hands folded on that table. And he... Shorty. Well, what happened? I know now who the masked guy was, Shorty. Yeah? I'm going to straighten out this whole mess. Wait till I look up a number in this phone book. Let's see. What are you calling, Blacky? I'm calling the murderer of Fred Viswell. Wait a minute. Yeah. Here it is. Now let's hope I sound like the mug. Hey, boss, this is a mug. Come right down to Hunter Street House. There's a good Blacky here. He's Hoyt. Oh, you want to talk to him? Okay. Talk to the boss, Blacky, or you'll get it again. Here, take the phone. So you're the boss, huh? Well, what am I supposed to do? Applaud? Hey, give me that phone, Blacky. Okay, boss. Yeah. Yeah, that sure is Blacky, huh? Oh, you'll be right down. It worked, eh? Good. Yeah. Okay, Shorty, now you're beat. I'm staying right here and I'm handling this alone. But I have a job for you when you get outside. Okay, boss. It may decide who dies for the murder of Fred Viswell. And just between us, I'd rather it wasn't me. Mug, mug, are you in here? Mug, turn on the light, it's dark. I can't see you. Turn on the light. Here's a light, Mr. Borden. Right in your face. Boston Blacky. That's right, Boston Blacky. You had a very nice frame up, all fixed for me, but I think you're going down to explain it all to Inspector Faraday now. Are you? Well, I don't. So the phone call to me was a gag, eh? I might have known it was one of your tricks, Blacky, but I didn't. No harm done, though. I'll just leave. Oh, just like that. Mm-hmm. And don't think you can threaten me, Blacky. As long as I'm alive, I'm a potential alibi for you. Only you and I know you didn't kill Fred Viswell and that I did. And you've got to let me live in the hope that someday I'll confess. Yes, yes, I guess maybe I do. Oh, you're a pretty smart man, Borden. You'd have to be to have me in this kind of a jam. What did Viswell ever do to you? He thought he could outsmart me the fool. Some private investors had him checking the books at the bank. Found that I'd taken quite a bit of money that didn't belong to me. And he thought he'd try a bit of blackmail. He didn't get very far. Pretty thorough, aren't you? I think so. How did you know I was the masked man, Blacky? Well, two ways, Borden. Yes. One was the fact that I gave you the address of my waterfront hideout and later your hoods paid me a visit down there. You were the only one that had that address. The other was that ring you're wearing. You know, the one you told me you couldn't take off. When I came in tonight, I remembered the masked man was wearing that ring. You know, putting John Partridge in your place as president of the bank sounds like a wonderfully smart idea. It was. I was tired of working and I could throw Partridge in jail any time I like for a little bit of an embezzlement job he did. So he must do as I say. And now, Boston Blacky, let's go visit Inspector Faraday. Well, no, Mr. Borden. I don't think I care to see the inspector tonight. No. Perhaps this gun will make you change your mind. I happen to know that Faraday has your gun. You're still under suspicion of murder, you know. And if you try to escape, Blacky, I'll think nothing of killing you in cold blood. You know, I believe you would, Borden. All right. All right, I'll go with you. I guess I'd rather be a live prisoner than a dead suspect. Here's Inspector Faraday's office, Blacky. Walk right in. Go on. OK, if you say so, Borden. Well, hello, Inspector. Say, look, don't you ever sleep? Hello, Blacky. I've been expecting you. You're a little late. Would you mind telling this gentleman in back of me to get rid of his gun, please, Inspector? He doesn't realize that it's impolite to point. His name is Arthur Borden. OK, Mr. Borden. I'll take that gun. Certainly. Here you are. Well, it looks like it. I've got a first rate murder suspect right here in this room. It certainly does, Inspector. Let's lock him up in just a minute. In fact, I might as well do it very legal and proper. Arthur Borden, you're under arrest for the murder of Fred Viswell. What? Me? Why, I... David, I wish it was Blacky. Only it isn't. We've got your confession in your own voice right on a Dictograph record. A Dictograph planted in my Hunter's street house? That's impossible. Nobody could have put a Dictograph in there. You tell him, Blacky, you figured this thing out. Well, before you came into the Hunter's street house tonight, Mr. Borden, I dialed the Inspector's private number on the telephone and left the receiver off the hook, you see. I had Shorty call him before and tell him to expect his private telephone to ring. All the while you were telling me how perfectly you would frame me, the Inspector was listening on this end. Yeah, not only listening, but having the whole thing taken down on a record. Say, Inspector, I did you a favor, didn't I, by turning up Viswell's murderer? You did yourself a bigger favor. But what's on your mind? Well, I'll tell you, Inspector, Shorty told me you have Jean Rochelle booked here. You said it, Blacky. She helped you escape from jail. Well, maybe she did. But if she did, I brought you in a murderer. So you certainly owe her a favor, too, right? Well, maybe. What do you expect me to do? Let her go? Sure. You've held her long enough. Now it's my turn. You've heard about making mountains out of molehills, but here's how to make mountains of dishes right down to nothing in a hurry. You put some rinso in your dishpan and up go the suds. Plenty of thick suds from surprisingly little rinso. And down goes that stack of dishes in practically no time. Yes, dish washing is a mighty easy, simple job with rinso helping out. China, silver, glassware, they're all shining brightly in a jiffy with rinso's soapy, rich suds on the job. Why, even your pots and pans come clean easily when rinso gets to work. Use rinso, too, for all the soap and water jobs around the house. It's swell. Now, our glimpse at next week's adventure of Boston Blakie. All right, monahand, give me a little more juice in that light. No. No, don't do that. I can't stand it. That's better. Now listen, Shorty, you say you don't remember what happened. I don't. I keep telling you I don't. All right, maybe you don't remember. You were slugged. Now, we don't want to know anything except one thing. Now, think hard, Shorty, who was the last person you saw her talk to before you were slugged. Now, that's all we want to know. I'm thinking of Spector Alice. I'm dizzy trying to think. I don't know. I just don't know. Hey, wait a minute. Well, yeah, I remember now. The last person I talked to before I got conked was Boston Blakie. Be sure to listen in at this same time next week for another exciting adventure with Boston Blakie, starring Chester Morris with Richard Lane as Inspector Faraday. You can see Chester Morris as Boston Blakie at your favorite movie theater. 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