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A side street cab stand on the fringes of the city's theatrical district. A tall man dressed entirely in gray detaches himself from the doorway of a shabby hotel where he's been loitering and approaches a taxi that has just moved up to the first place in line. He opens its door and... Take me up to 132nd Street. Casey! Whereabouts in 132nd? I'll tell you when we get there. Just take the shortest way. Okay. You a good driver? I don't get no complaints. You look kind of young to me and experienced. How long you been hacking? Long enough. Yes, you're how long? A couple of months. I figured you were kind of wet behind your ears. Look, Mr. I drove army tanks from Normandy right up the furlain. I think that ought to qualify me to sit behind a wheel of a hack. Oh, you're an ex-GI, huh? Your hack license here says your name is Isidore Goldfarb. That's right. Watch your driving, Izzy, and watch your step. Then we won't have no trouble. Look here, Mr. I don't like your kind of talk. If you're looking for trouble, get yourself another taxi. I like this taxi, and I like you, Izzy. You know where the Sutter Avenue Theater is? Yeah, it's up 130 seconds. Well, drive me past there after we get to 130 seconds. I want to see what Moby's playing at the Sutter Avenue Theater. Turn around here, Izzy, and take me past the Sutter Avenue again. I already drove you past that theater twice, mister. What are you going to... You're at a third time. Okay, but what's the big idea? Well, you care as long as you get your fare paid. A good picture playing at the Sutter Avenue, about cops and robbers. It's exciting I hear. And you like pictures about cops and robbers, Izzy? Yeah, they're all right. They're made for jerks like you. Now, wait a minute. They teach you that crime don't pay. Stop here, let me out. Mr. I'll be glad to. There's two bucks so long. Wait a minute, Mac, the meter says 240. You want to make something out of it? Oh, I... I guess that's a gun you're holding inside your pocket. You'll start something, you'll find out if it is. Ha, ha, ha. I was only kidding about the dose app. Here's a five-spot. Keep the chains if you get you ever saw them. Remember that, punk. So long. No one's pushing Izzy to a gopher around like he didn't get away with it. He drove right here to your precinct house here. Now, where'd the guy go when he left your gopher? He ducked around the corner of Olive Street. That's the last I seen of him. Well, you just figured he had a gun in his pocket, didn't you? You didn't see it. Yeah, but the cloth posed out like there was a cat underneath. Mm-hmm. What do you think of it, Casey? Uh, sounds like the old gag, sir. Gag? Yeah, Goldfarb and what you've told us, this guy probably wouldn't have gotten into your cab if you hadn't been a new hacking. What's that got to do? Son, this world is full of screwballs. One particular kind of sage has got to impress somebody. Often he gets into a cab and starts to act tough like he's seen done in gangster movies. Yeah, old-time hackies are wise to type out, pal, and they either humor the guys or give them a quick brush up. Well, you took this dope seriously, so he went through with a whole act, even suggesting he'd pull a rod on you. There's 20 to 1 that the gat was nothing more dangerous than a pipe. Well, why'd he have to drive me past the Sutter Revenue Theater three times and... That was part of his mystery build-up. His world is full of screwballs, son. You mean I just been played for Saturn? I think so, because the last thing a real crook wants to do is attract attention from anyone. But I'll take down this guy's description just in case. Yeah, yeah, he was tall and skinny. He was dressed all in gray. Light gray hat, dark gray overcoat. Oh, excuse me. Yeah. 47% police station, Sergeant Vanelli speaking. Hold up and murder. Huh? Sutter Revenue Theater? Sutter Revenue. Yes. Yes, I've got it. Men will be there in a jump. Goodbye. Hey, what is it, son? Theater manager and girl cashier stuck up by a lone heist guy dressed all in gray. All in gray? Looks like the gags on us, Goldfarb. Now, you stick with us, we may need you. Olson? Yeah. Brush your detail over to the Sutter Revenue Theater. Yes, sir. Bogarty? Yeah. A lot of cold-to-call cars. Pick up a slender man about six feet tall wearing light gray fedora and dark gray overcoat. Advise caution. He's a killer. Right, that's right. Hey, who'd he kill, son? Theater manager. I'm calling Captain Logan a homicide. I'm getting to that theater with my camera. Oh, wait just a minute, Miss Summers. I want still another picture of you. Stand on the left side of that office door this time. Hi. I'm so upset, Mr. Casey. I can't pose anymore. Look, this won't take a second. This will be a profile shot. You've got a swell profile here. Break it up, Casey. Uh-oh. You'll find a guy to your Logan, huh? I'm here, and you'll take no more pictures. Hey, you precinct guys had no business to let this newspaper box you in. Don't blame them, pal. I got here at the same time they did. Hyped down. The dead man's in that office, Sergeant. Yes, Captain. Nothing's been disturbed in there. After we made sure he was dead, we came right out here in the lobby and closed that door. You take man, get in there and do your stuff. You too, Doc. Yes, Captain. Is girl the cashier? Yes. She's got her name as cute as she is, Logan. Betsy Summers. It's Betty, not Betsy. Betty's cute. Shut up, Casey. I mean, Summers, my report is that you witnessed the holdup and murder. Yes, sir. I'm Captain Logan, Homicide Squad. Please tell me everything that happened. Well, I work in the booth out by the main doors. I'm the ticket seller. Tonight, as I always do after the feature goes on for the last time, I check the last of the day's receipts, close the booth, and brought the money and the remainder of the last ticket roll used to Mr. Mackle's office. Is Mackle your theater manager? He was. Go on, please. Well, as usual, he was inside checking the previous receipts I'd given him and his door was locked. The door being locked was usual? Yes. Yes, I knocked and just as he opened the door, a hand was pressed down over my mouth. A man had come up behind me. I hadn't seen or heard him. When the door opened, he pushed me inside, closed the door and said he'd shoot Mr. Mackle and me if we made any noise. You had a gun, huh? We found a gun cap. Oh, wait, Sergeant. Go on to some of this. The man told Mr. Mackle to open the safe and Mr. Mackle did as he was told. Then he must have thought he saw a chance to grab his gun. Anyway, he jumped at the man and the man shot him. And then he, the man ran out that door and I, I screamed. People finally heard me. They came to the office and that's all I know. Anyone to see him make his getaway? We haven't found anyone who did, sir. Logan, take a look at this layout here. There's a fire exit leading to an alley, only a few yards away from the door of that office. The guy went out that way, then through the alley to the street in back, which isn't heavily traveled. We know he did that because he found his gun at the alley, only a few feet from that fire exit. Oh, now let's see the gun. Here, sir. 32 revolver, no fingerprint problem. One shell fired. Very recently. Now, Miss Summers, I understand you were able to provide a good description of the bandit. Well, I can't be sure about his face, Captain. Things happen so quickly and his hat was pulled down, his overcoat collar turned up, but I am sure about his height, his figure, and his clothes. That's more than most witnesses are sure of. And, Logan, have you heard about a previous report made by a cab driver on a mug answering the same description? What's that? A hacky named Goldfarb came to the precinct house just before this job was pulled, Captain. One thing at a time, you fellows. I want to know about this hacky and about everything else, but first let me get a complete picture of what's happened here. Now, Miss Summers, how much money did the stick up getaway with? About, I guess, about $6,000. Yeah, not a bad haul. Now, you say your screams finally brought help to you, Miss Summers. Didn't anyone hear the shot that killed Mackerel? No. The picture being shown here, Logan, is a crime picture. The time the shot was fired in that office, a noisy gun battle was coming over the soundtrack. I see. Well, I'll take a look inside that office now. Captain Logan. Yeah? I've got the guy in gray. You've got... Good nuts putting a pinch on me, Copperhead. Come on, you... You held us up, Captain. He's the man who shot Mr. Mack. What's this babe talking about? I never saw her before. I saw you. I recognize your clothes. You're the killer. Shut up. Where'd you find this guy, officer? I spotted him in the crowd outside. I was there for the same reason the crowd is. I heard the bit of stick up there. Shut up, I said. You searched him? First thing, sir. There's no gun on him, and he's not carrying the stolen dough. Yeah, we know what he did with his gun. Yeah, you fellow, where's the money you took? I asked you a question. Answer it. Twice before you told me to shut up. I'm taking that advice till I see my lawyer. Stuff like that'll get you to no place. Where's the dough? I give it a charity. Well, since you want to play it the hard way, take him down to headquarters, boys. The Athelbird, have Walter bring me up another cup of coffee with him. Sure, Casey. Hey, Walter! Another cup of jamber for this guy who never gets his breakfast before noon. How about you, Miss Wim? I don't want to spoil my appetite for lunch. You were able to get to bed at a decent hour last night, Annie. I had to follow up that theater job. Uh, finish telling us what happened after the cops took that guy in gray down to headquarters. Well, they identified him as a small-time crook with the name of Clint Morris. He's been wrapped a couple of times, but no gun stuff. He's none that's on the record. Goldfarb, the hacky, positively identified him as the tough guy he drove past the Sutter Avenue Theater three times. The guy out of his cab only a block away from him. But he admitted nothing. Not a thing, though. That guy's really tough. Well, his toughness won't get him anywhere, not with the evidence he's up against. No, no, no. That evidence is far from complete, Annie. He's still got to be connected with that stolen dough. Well, he will be. Just give the cops a little time. When they have an almost closed case like this, it isn't often they fail to shut it tight. Yeah, yeah. But I can't help wondering about a lot of things. What things? I, uh... No, I'm probably all wrong. I won't stick my neck out this time. But when and if I ever get that second cup of coffee, Annie, let's you and me go down to headquarters and see what's happened since last night. This is what's happened. The case against Morris is completely blown up. Blown up, love? Captain! And you helped do it, Casey. But me, I... No, I'm glad it happened now instead of later. The pictures you took of Morris right after his arrest, pal. One of them ran in this morning's express. Uh-huh. I don't page one, too. Well, a guy saw it. A conscientious guy runs a corner drugstore only three blocks from that theater. He comes in here with three other guys about an hour ago, and they all swear that Morris was in the drugstore when the stick-up and the murder was committed. So Morris has an alibi. He has a perfect alibi. Yeah, I figured he might have. You figured he... Well, after I woke up this morning when it was too late to do anything about it. It's funny, Casey. I got about the same idea at about the same time. Yeah? You men are so clairvoyant. No, Annie. No, we're slow on the uptake. In fact, we're dumb. I don't get it. Sit down, chums. Let's have a meeting of the so-called minds. Here's how to brighten up your breakfast table for years to come at a cost of only a dollar or two. Get a few cups and sauces, a few plates of gay, colorful jadeite. Yes, jadeite. The revolutionary new dinnerware developed by Anchor Hawking. Jadeite is a delicate, inviting green in color. It has the texture of rare and costly porcelain. Yet jadeite is as strong and heat-proof as the fire king oven glass you use for baking. And jadeite is incredibly low in price. For instance, a cup and saucer cost only 15 cents for the two pieces. And a complete 35-piece dinner service for six is yours for less than five dollars. Ask for jadeite at your favorite chain store, department store, hardware store, or any store selling chinaware and glass. Remember jadeite, spelled J-A-D-E-I-T-E. Jadeite, newest triumph of Anchor Hawking. The most famous name in glass. Well, first, Logan, have you freed Morris? No, but I'll have trouble holding him much longer. We've got nothing on him now. Well, it's alibis on the level. There's nothing we can tell you. I think it's funny he could tell any. I guess Logan does, too. Yeah, the guy made himself look guilty, Miss Bridget. You mean by his actions with that cab driver? Well, sure. Morris deliberately called attention to himself. I figure now, and it's a little late. And he was working with another guy, another guy about his height and figure who wore the same kind of clothes. And the other man did the stick-up. Yeah, while Morris was establishing an alibi. And Morris got himself arrested, so the other guy had plenty of chance to get away with the dough. Well, I don't altogether agree with that theory, pal. Why not? Well, why should there have been another man in the deal? Well, the girl cashier saw him. Yeah, and only the cashier saw him. Well, that girl? Uh-huh. Yeah. Hey, she was trusted by her boss. He's opened his safe while she was there. It was a matter of course. She could have shot him under cover of that noisy picture and had thrown the gun into the alley from that firing. Well, sure. She got the dough in a temporary hiding place before she yelled. Yeah. Morris, her boyfriend, would be pinched for the job before any kind of a search could be made. Well, you let her go. Well, she's had all night from this morning to recover that dough into really high. Have I been dumb? Well, have I been dumb or... I listened to Goldfarb and told him his tough guy passenger had been putting on an act. Yeah. And I fell for the act. Well, I'll turn Morris loose at him tailed night and day. Eventually he'll contact that summer's teller, whoever worked with him, and then... Yeah, yeah. Better take a long time, Logan. Well, of course, you know a quick, easy way. Well, maybe. The summer's babe is a pretty cute little number. What's her looks got to do with it? Oh, to Casey, a gal's looks has everything to do with everything about it. Now, you're wrong, Annie. You're wrong. But that applies to a lot of guys less smart than I am. It might apply to Morris. What are you driving at? Well, deals between men and women that result in robbery and murder are seldom just business deals, Logan. Look, they made us fall for a corny old trick, pal. I think we can make them fall for one, too. I know my right, Captain. You've got no excuse for keeping me here. Two days ago, you learned I had an alibi that I couldn't have pulled a theater stick up. Now, you gotta let me go. Take it easy, Morris. We can hold you on suspicion. Casey, this guy denies everything. Mm-hmm. He sounds on the level to me, Logan. You don't know he's kind like I do. Hey, I'm on a level. Oh, look, Casey, you're not a cop. You must know I'm getting a raw deal here. Can't you do something through your paper? Oh, no, no. I'd like to, Morris, but you know how things are. Yeah, sure. You gotta string along with these coppers so you don't get news or pictures. You gotta be as lousy as they are. Come in. I'll be right with them. Morris, don't try to crash out on Casey while you're alone with them. That chance with bars on the windows and steel doors with cops outside it. I think you'll stay here. See you later. You know, I'm really sorry for you, Morris. You are getting a raw deal. Nuts, Casey. You're just like the cop. No, no, no. Because I think I owe you something. You owe me something? Yeah. What? Whatever that meant for you, I wouldn't have met a swell babe. Babe? Mm-hmm. The cashier at that theater. Betty Summers. What a bother. I've been getting acquainted. She went to dinner with me last night. Yeah? Uh-huh. Got another date with her tonight, too. And she's the kind of a gal I really go for. I guess she isn't finding me too hard to take, either. Why tell me about your love life? Well, because by accident, of course, you got me acquainted with her. You know, the only fault I find with her is that she's too easy to know. Oh, she is, huh? Yeah. All I know or care about her is that she made a phony identification of me. Of course, she doesn't admit it was a phony. You're nuts. How could you claim otherwise when my alibi's been proved? Haven't the cops told you? Cops don't tell me anything. Hey, look. That gal doesn't really hold out on me being the guy. Ah, I shouldn't have mentioned that. I didn't know. So that's why they're still keeping me here. And she's going places with you. Well, going places with me has nothing to do with her insistence that you were the stick-up man in spite of your alibi. Well, thank her for what she's doing when you see her tonight, Casey. Tell her I don't forget little favors like that. Hey, you're not threatening my gal, are you? Your gal? No. I'm not threatening anybody, Casey. Well, thanks very much for letting me take these additional pictures of you, Miss Summers. Oh, you're welcome, Mr. Casey. You know, it's an awful nice little apartment you have here. It's comfortable. Rent is cheap. That's good. That's all a working gal can ask for. If you wish, reminds me I got to be getting to work. You'll excuse me, of course. Oh, sure, yeah. I'll be on my way right away. See, I guess it isn't easy for you to go back to that theater every day after what happened. No, it isn't. I think I'll have to give it up and get another job. Uh-huh. By the way, the papers say that the police is still holding that man, that Morris that I was still mistaken about. Oh, yeah. They may hold on to him for quite a while. Why? It's been proved he couldn't have shot Mr. Mackle and stolen that money. Well, off the record, Miss Summers, the cops have an idea he may have been working with the real heist guys, eh? But if he was, he's got no big worries and he knows it. You know, Morris is a smart guy. What do you mean? Well, even if it can be proved that he connived in the crime, his alibi puts even the clear as far as a murder rap's concerned. You see, his partner takes the rap all the way along the line. His partner did the killing, his partner took the money, and Morris took an alibi. Pretty dumb that partner, whoever he is. Hey, don't you think so? Oh, I... yes, but, uh... Mr. Casey, I-I thought... What? I thought that, uh... that when two people plan a crime together, they take the same chance, and... and if they're caught, both are considered equally guilty. Isn't that the law? Well, in principle, yeah, but not in practice. You see, Morris is an experienced guy, and he protected himself. He's quite a character, that Morris. Miss Summers, as a woman, would you figure that that low-browed, sour-looking string bean is hot stuff with a gal? I don't know what you mean. Well, the cops have found out that he's left broken hearted dames all over the country. He loves them and leaves them, usually with all their dough in his pocket, too. Quite a guy, huh? Oh, say, look at me. Chewing the fat here, you want to get started. Well, I'll run along, and thanks again for letting me come up and shoot those extra pictures, Miss Summers. You're welcome, Mr. Casey. So long. Bye. Clint. Let me in. Just a minute. You've escaped. No, the cops turned me loose a couple hours ago. I'm legally free. Surprise, ain't you, Betty? Surprise that you were foolish enough to come to my apartment. We're not supposed to know each other, and if you were following... I wasn't following. I'm smart enough to know when I'm being tailed. You were smart in a lot of ways. Yeah. So were you, babe. I wasn't, but I'm learning. You learned fast. Too fast. No, I learned almost too late. But I can think when an idea hits me in the face, Clint. And I've been thinking hard ever since I started for work this afternoon. I'm glad to see you tonight. That goes double, everything you said. But I thought I might have to stall around before I could see you until your boyfriend left. My boyfriend? Yeah, I listened for a long time outside your door there to make sure you was alone. What are you talking about? You played me for a sap. I played you for a sap. And how? After my brains playing that theater job, I even told you how and when to shoot your boss and where to hide the dough. Sure, you planned all the dirty work for me while you set up an alibi that'd keep you in the clear. That alibi'll keep me in the clear, even if you had the chance to rat on me. And you're the kind of wood rat, you little double-crosser trying to keep me in jail going out with guys a minute I'm put away. I didn't! Don't lie to me! Clint, let me go! I'll show you for what you did. I'm gonna kill you! Help! Get your mitts over through, Boris. Take them off! Logan! You cops were outside that door listening? And we heard a mouthful from both of you. Your alibi won't do much good now, Morris. This was a plan, Casey. A trap. Yeah, and how you walk right into it. Casey, you... Call me sweetie, Betty. Or didn't you know that I am your boyfriend? We'll join the crowd of the Blue Note in just a moment. I'd like to remind the thousands of people in the United States listening to this program of one simple fact. You can now buy your favorite brand of beer and ale in a new kind of bottle that requires no deposit and never has to be returned to the store. Because practically every one of you has known the annoyance caused by empty bottles, I repeat. You can now buy your favorite brand of beer and ale in a new kind of bottle which requires no deposit. 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Well, that did seem to be a pretty sore point with them. What made you figure they was that way about one another, Casey, and that you could bust them up the way you did? Well, I heard... Casey knows all about love, Bethelbert. He learned from books. From... Uh, Annie, the vernal equinox will soon be here. Hmm? Spring. You might let me take you for a drive by the seashore on some moonlit night in spring. And? Well, then if it doesn't rain... Yeah? I might show you some things that can't be learned from books. Casey, I can hardly wait for spring, moonlight, and guaranteed dry weather. Say, what? You two are spoofing them. Why, Ethelbert? I don't approve a spoofing the tender passion. As my sister, Edna, says, quote, love may not be all it's cracked up to be, but folks who won't give it a try ought to be cracked down on. Unquote, and I got business to attend to. I'm afraid Ethelbert and sister Edna have something, Casey. Ah, yeah, Annie. I'm afraid they have. Uh, it's almost spring. 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