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- ♪ Goodbye, Flash Casey

♪ Goodbye, Flash Casey

♪ Goodbye, Flash Casey

♪ He's going to leave us now

- Hey, hey!

What gives off here?

- Look, Ed, as the
so-called president

of this alleged
paternity of Mu Mu Mu's,

you've got to do something.

- About what?

- Flash Casey, he's up
in his room packing.

- Oh? What for?

- He's leaving his dear old
alma mammy flat on her campus.

- Hey, that doesn't make
sense.

He can't shove off now,

he graduates in a couple
of months.

Why is he leaving?

- Money.
- Money?

What's that?

- [chuckles]
I wouldn't know.

- All right, it's up to us
guys to see him through.

Come on, shell out.

- It's no use, Ed.
We're all flat.

- A fine thing.

A couple of sharks in
economics and broke.

- Let's have a few moments of
intense, silent concentration.

We can figure out something.

- Come on, brain, give.

- Thanks, Benny, old boy,
old boy, I'll tell him.

Nope, you can't leave, Flash,
that's final.

The spirit of Benjamin
Baxter Belmont says,

"Flash Casey marches on."

- Yeah, well you ask the spirit
of Benjamin Baxter Belmont

what I'm going to use
for money.

- Flash, I can't let you
do this awful thing.

I might be only a freshman and
a pledge, but I got a heart.

- That's a handicap.

- Flash, if you don't mind
my asking,

what happened that you have to
quit college?

- Oh, nothing much.

My father lost a wrestling
match with his bank balance,

and I had to send
him some money.

- Gee, that's tough.

You sure deserve a lot of
credit, Flash,

putting yourself through
college taking pictures.

- Well, it was fun getting 'em.

I've had to do
everything but go over

Niagara Falls in a thimble.

- Gee, you got some swell
flash lights of the faculty.

- Ah, those old boys go for
having their mugs magnified.

- Well, college professors
are human.

- That's what they think.

- Ah.

Nope, won't work.

- Ah, I could have stayed
if I'd had any luck

with that National Pictorial.

I sent them some good
stuff a month ago,

but they never answered me.

- National Pictorial?

Why, something came
from them a week ago.

- What?

- Yeah, a big envelope,
I thought it was an ad.

- Well, where is it?

- I'm awfully sorry, Flash,

but I guess I kind of
threw it away slightly.

- You did what?

Say that again?

- I sort of threw it away.

- Why, you low crawling
imitation of a worm!

You freshman, and you my
roommate!

- I know.

I'm not worthy of
becoming a Mu Mu Mu.

- So you threw it away, huh?

- Ow!

- Where did you throw it?
- In the wastebasket.

Ow!

Ow!

Ow!

- Sounds like Flash
is feeling better.

- Yeah, but I'll bet Joe isn't.

- Come on!
- Lead on, Macduff!

- Ow!

- Sorry, Joe, but only by
the ordeal of fire

are we rendered pure and worthy
to become Mu Mu Mu's.

- Yeah, but why don't you
use cracked ice for a change?

Ow!

- Hey, what has this
miserable bivalve of a pledge
been doing, Flash?

- Oh, he threw away
a letter of mine.

- I thought it was an ad.

- A pledge is not
supposed to think.

- Hey, wait a minute.

I haven't emptied
this thing in a week.

Here it is.

- Aw, you do it, Ed.
I can't bare to look at it.

- Why not?

- Well, there could be
a check in it.

Don't keep me in suspense.

Is there a check
or isn't there?

- There is.

- How much?
Don't tell me.

- 100 bucks.

- You must mean 10.

- Gee, Flash.

You won some sort of
a contest, no kidding.

- 100 smackers.

Boy, oh, boy!

Am I a million dollar
picture taker or am I?

- Come here, Joey.

Place yourself in the proper
position

to receive the further wrath
of the Mu Mu Mu's.

- Gee, what for?

- For neglecting
your house duties,

not emptying that
wastepaper basket for a week.

- But if I'd emptied the basket,
Flash's check would be gone.

I'm responsible
for him being here.

- True, but the great
order of Mu Mu Mu

doesn't count in this
neglected duty.

- Oh.

Oh!

Gosh, I'm always taking it
on the chin.

[music playing]

- Here they come,
start the music.

[piano playing]

[men chatting, indistinct]

- Well, guys, from now on,
the world's our oyster.

- Yeah, but to hear those
graduation speakers,

you'd think there was something
hard about being a success.

- Baloney. Say listen,
in 10 years, I'll be running

the biggest automobile
business in the world.

- 10 years?
You're slow.

Give me just five years

and I'll own a chain of banks
from coast to coast.

- Gee, Flash, how does it
feel to be a graduate?

- Oh, it itches.

- Hey, what about you, Flash?

- Oh, I don't care about
the money end of it.

I'm going to own the largest
news photo agency in the world.

Might take me a couple
of years, though.

- Have you got a job?

- No, but it's just
a matter of picking

the paper I want to start with.

[typewriters clacking]

- Excuse me, sir,
are you the editor?

- Go right straight ahead,
son, in the noise department.

Copy boy!

Man: Hello, Mr. Blair.

This is Blaine at
the "Globe Press."

Now see here, Charlie, this
paper put you in office

and we can blast you out!

I want that statement today
or we're going to start

burning the pants off of you!

Goodbye.

- Mr. Blaine, I--
[phone rings]

- Yeah?
Yes, Robinson.

Oh, you can't see her, eh?

Now, get this.

I want an interview,
not an alibi.

I'll show that
ritzy dame she can't

get my reporters running around,

even if she has got
100 million bucks.

In her swimming bath, eh?

Well, put on your water wings.

- Mr. Blaine--[phone rings]

- Just a minute, Wade.

Yeah?

Oh, you finally interrupted
your pinnacle game

long enough to phone in.

There's been a cute little
killing at the Hartman Hotel.

Yes, I'm sending Wade.
He'll meet you there.

That's all, Wade.
Don't wait for the funeral.

- Okay, chief. I'm saving myself
so I can enjoy yours.

- Mr. Blaine.

- So they tell me.

- I'm Flash Casey.

- Not the Flash Casey?

- Yes, sir.
- Never heard of you.

What do you want?

- Well, I-I want to go to work.

- Why, scram.

- But, Mr. Blaine,
I sent you a telegram.

- You can have it back
if you want it.

- I guess you don't
understand.

I'm the fellow that worked
his way through college
taking pictures.

- Aren't you wonderful?

Listen, I hate photographers
and I hate college heroes.

Now get out.

- Shall I, uh, come back later?

- Sure.
Make it 100 years from today.

- Yes, sir. What time?

- Get out!

[typewriters clacking]

[thud]

- Gosh!

Terribly sorry.

- You're sorry?

How do you think
it makes me feel?

- Well, not as bad as I do.
Are you hurt?

- I don't know, but it hasn't
done my dignity any good.

- Well, I hope nothing develops.

- Well, only time will tell.

- Well, how will I know?

- Oh, I'll put an ad in
the personal column.

- But how will I know it's you?

- I'll sign it "Broken Heart."

- Well, I'll pay for the ad.

- Won't cost anything,
I work for this rag.

- You do?
What's your name?

- I happen to be Kay Lanning.
It's none of your business.

- You're not the Kay Lanning
that writes the special
features?

- Oh, just call me sob sister.

But I also edit
the society page.

- Oh, now I know I've got
to work at the "Globe Press."

- Work here?
As what?

- Oh, as a photographer.

I was just talking
to the Mr. Blaine.

- Then that accounts for your
walking around in a daze.

- Yeah, but he wasn't
very encouraging.

- Well, cheer up.
Somebody may shoot him yet.

So long, and good luck.

- Honk your horn, bud.

- Honk, honk.

- Payton?

Where have you managed
to hide yourself?

- I've been developing
some stuff.

- Seems to me you do
a lot of developing,

considering how few pictures
you get from me.

- Hey, listen, what kind
of a crack is that?

I get you everything I can.

- The next thing I know,
Blaine runs the best

of what you get in
the "Globe Press."

- Go on, what are you
getting at?

- Oh, never mind, never mind.

But tomorrow is our deadline.

You'll have to get me
something else

for the front cover today sure,
or we're sunk.

- I can't pull them
out of a hat.

[phone rings]

- Yes?

Man, on phone: Lawrence,
come into my office, will you?

- Yes, I'll be right in,
Major Addison.

I'll talk to you later
about the front cover.

- I'll be here.

[knock on door]

- Come in, Lawrence.

Sit down.

How's your next issue
coming along?

- I hope it will be all right.

- Don't you know?

- Not definitely,
I'm sorry to say.

- Lawrence, when you came to
me six months ago to sell me

the idea of letting you
put out a pictorial,

I was very dubious.

Now I'm convinced that
pictorials are an experiment.

Certainly you've done nothing
to prove they'll be a success.

So far, each issue has been

just a little bit worse than
the one before.

- I'll grant you that,
Major Addison,

but I'm sure it will improve.

- With the "Globe Press"
helping you,

you shouldn't have
all this difficulty.

- That's right,
I-I shouldn't.

- Well, I must warn you,

"Snap News" will have to
snap out of it at once

or I'll have to discontinue it.

That's all, Lawrence.

[typewriter clacking]

- What do you want, Lawrence?
I'm busy.

- I want to know how
I'm expected to get out
a pictorial magazine

when my best photographs
disappear

and show up in
the "Globe Press."

- What are you babbling about?

- That's the picture I was going
to use for the front cover

of the next issue of
"Snap News."

- Where did you get the idea
that puny little thing

you call a pictorial is more
important than this newspaper?

- That isn't the point, Blaine.

That photo was taken by
my own cameramen,

not by one of your staff.

- The picture was placed
on my desk two days ago.

- By whom?
- How should I know?

- That isn't the first
picture that disappeared
mysteriously from my office.

This has been going on
ever since I started

"Snap News" for Major Addison.

- What of it?

The whole idea of a
pictorial magazine is bunk.

The Major thinks so, too, now.

- Bunk?
You mark my words, Blaine,

the pictorial will
sweep the country.

- Yours won't.

- Not if you can
prevent it, evidently.

And you've been
trying hard enough.

- Well, top of the afternoon
to you, Mrs. O'Hara.

You're looking wonderful.

- Never mind the baloney,
Mr. Casey.

Hmph. You've got a job...
I don't presume.

- Um, not exactly, but I've
had a lot of encouragement.

- Well, that's fine, but I can't
pay the butcher and the baker

and the Fuller Brush man with
encouragement, more the pity.

And may I suggest that a young
fellow with no money and no job

has no business running
around with a camera

taking pictures
like a nosy tourist.

- But taking pictures is
my business, Mrs. O'Hara.

I'm a freelance cameraman, one
of the greatest in the world.

- And what is a
freelance cameraman?

- Well, he's a cameraman
that goes all around

looking for pictures to take.

- Hmm, I see.

Just a fancy word
meaning no job.

There's a sample of
the injustice of life.

Here I slave me daylights out
washing and ironing

and cooking and scrubbing,

and trying to collect me
room rents,

while this flibberty gibbet
insures her legs for $1 million.

- Let's see.

"Mitzi LaRue, famous French
dancer whose beautiful legs are

"insured for a million
dollars, will arrive

on steamship Ontario today."

Say, that gives me an idea.

- Hmph.

It's give plenty of
other men ideas, no doubt.

[ship engine humming]

- What's your hurry?

- I got to get in there.
- What for?

- To take some pictures.

- Why don't you buy
yourself some postcards?

- I'm a news photographer.

- Yeah? What paper?

- "Globe Press."

- You can't kid me.

Those newspaper guys
boarded her quarantine.

Stand aside.

[ship's horn honking]

[camera shutters clicking]

- Get a good gander at those,
boys.

They're mighty pretty.

Photographer:
Thank you, madam.

- [speaking French]

- Uh...

Uh, just a minute, missy,
you're not through yet.

- But I'm going to be--
- Oh, yeah? So am I.

- But I have let you take some
pictures.

This boat, she just land.

- Aw, now don't get excited.

Just sit right down there,
and uh, let's see the gams.

- Gams?
Gams, what is gams?

- The million dollar part
of you, the gams, the pins,

the transportation department.

- But I do not understand.

- Legs, legs if you must know.

Just sit there and cross them.

- You make the big insult.
Come, Poopoo.

- Poo poo for you.

- Just a minute, son.

You must have been reading
them success story magazines.

Come on, beat it.

- Darling!

Sweetie pie.
- Darling!

- Oh, baby, it's so good
to see you again.

- It has been a thousand years
since I have seen you in Paris.

- I'm sorry I couldn't meet
you at the gangplank,

but we mustn't be seen together.

- Oh, that is okay, darling,
I understand.

- Did you take this?
- Well, yes, sir.

I thought if I showed
you what I could do,

you might give me a job.

That's a picture of Mitzi LaRue.

- You're telling me.

And now I'll tell you
something,

the young sap
is Rodney Addison Jr.,

son of the man
who owns this newspaper.

Why, the Major ordered
him back from Europe

to keep him away from her!

- Doggone, just my luck.

And I thought I had something.

- You've got something,
all right.

The swellest grounds for
a breach of promise suit
in history.

Why, with that picture,
the dame could put the B

on Addison's bankroll
for a million bucks.

Let me have that negative
before it gets you in trouble.

- No, it won't get me
in any trouble.

- I said let me
have that negative.

- Well, under the circumstances,
Mr. Blaine, how about a job?

- All right.

Let me have the negative,
and you go to work.

- [whistling]
Jumping Jezebel, who took that?

- Wade, meet our new staff
photographer, mister--

- Flash Casey.
Sure glad to meet you.

- Nice going, sprouts.
- Thanks.

- How much is this big-hearted
bozo going to pay you?

- 50 bucks a week.

- Gee, thanks a million,
Mr. Blaine.

- Uh, 18 bucks a week, then.

- That's right.

- You said 50!

- That's before I got
the negative.

18 bucks, take it or leave it.

- I'll take it.

- You start tomorrow morning.

[typewriters clacking]

- Who is it?

- Flash Casey, in the flash.

- Well, come back in a flash
with a flash, I'm busy.

- Okay, broken-hearted.

- Well, if it isn't big cheek
bump in the garden. Come in.

- Thanks for remembering me.

- Oh, I'll remember you
for several days yet.

- I wish you could forget about
that bump and remember me.

- Well, what brings you
into this den

of society lions and lioness's?

- Well, I news for you.
- For me?

- Yeah, about me,
I got a job here.

- Not really.
- Cross my heart.

- Picture snatcher?
- Yup, I start tomorrow.

- Well, be careful you
don't end tomorrow, too.

[knock on door]
Come in.

- Pardon me, Kay.

I want to thank you again
for the front cover.

It saved my life this week.

- I always wanted
to be a lifeguard.

Oh, Mr. Lawrence, this is
Flash Casey,

a new photographer
on the "Globe Press."

- How are you, young man?
- Hello.

- Friend of yours?

- Well, we bump into
each other occasionally.

- I see.
I'm happy to know you, my boy.

Friend of Kay's is
a friend of mine.

And let me wish
you great success.

- Thank you, sir.

- And come in and see
me any time...Flash.

- Thank you, I will.

Who's he?

- That's Pop Lawrence,
he's editor at "Snap News",

Major Addison's pictorial.

- I like him.
- So do I.

- Candid camera.
That's what I've always wanted.

- I carry it with
me on assignments.

I pick up some swell
pictures unexpectedly.

- Well, you gave some to
Mr. Lawrence for his pictorial.

- Yes, but remember,
Blaine doesn't know it.

- I get it.

- Well, you'd better run along,

you've got a big day
ahead tomorrow.

- Every day will be a
big day from now on. Bye.

- So long.

[door buzzer buzzing]

- See who it is.

- Hello, Denny.
- Hi.

- Hello, Rick.
- Hello.

- What's on your mind?

- Sit down.

How are you getting along
with that picture guy?

- Oh, all right,
but it takes time.

You can't work on a thing
as big as that in a minute.

- You've been at
it for weeks now.

I want some action.

- Listen, Rick, when I get this
thing perfected,

it's going to make your other
rackets look like penny ante.

- Well, what's holding you back?
- I got to go slow.

They're liable to get
wise to me at the office.

The old man is already
starting to beef

about me spending so much
time in the developing room.

- I want you to
quit that piker job

and put all your
time on this thing.

- Yeah, but I got to make my
coffee and cakes, haven't I?

- In a few days, I'm going
to set you up in business.

- What kind of business?

- A camera store
where you sell stuff,

do developing,
one of those joints.

- What's the gag?

- It'd give you a swell front.

You'll have a place to
work this thing out.

And you might get a hold of some
pictures that you could use.

- Say, that's a good idea.

- Any idea I get is good,
remember that.

Drink?

- Sure, why not?

- Morning.
Woman: Hello.

- Ah, you waiting on somebody?
- Yeah, Mr. Blaine.

Uh, I'm starting here
today as cameraman.

Flash Casey's the name.
- Payton's mine.

I snatch pictures
for the "Snap News".

- Glad to meet you.
- Yeah, see you around.

- Sure.

Morning.

- [groans]

- Morning.

Well, here I am,
bright and early.

- You're early, but your
brightness may be open to doubt.

- Yeah, I'm beginning to
think the same thing myself.

- Morning, Blaine.

- Miller, take city hall
this morning.

Robinson had to meet
his grandmother.

- Blonde or brunette?

- Never mind the dumb cracks,
get going.

- Gone.

- Say, Skipper what
about me doing something
different for a change?

- All right, try working.

- Aw, say, I've been hanging
around gangsters so long

that I'm talking out of the side
of my mouth like this, see?

Say, what do you say, Tony,
should we give him the works?

- You'll get the works
payday if you don't

start coming in
with some news.

- Mr. Blaine, just what
is this news

that I've been hearing
so much about?

Is it, uh, plural or singular?

- If you ever got any,
it would be singular.

- Oh, now I'm acquainted
with the old newspaper nifty

about the man biting the dog.

Say, I might get you
a new angle on that.

How about finding you a
tree that bites a dog?

- Good morning.
What's the idea of that?

- Well, you've got to have
a camera to take pictures.

- I'll take the pictures, sonny.

Uh, here, grab that.

I've been needing a flunky
to carry my stuff around
for a long time.

- I get it.

Maybe I should have
kept the negative.

- The police looked for some
rioting at the docks, Wade.

Hang around.

- You'd get my last drop of
blood for dear old
"Globe Press,"

wouldn't you, sweetheart?

Come on, stooge.
Let's get going.

- They ought to put a traffic
cop at this intersection.

- Oh.
- You moving?

- Well, I don't know yet.

- Well, good luck anyhow.

- Thanks.
I think I'll need it.

- Okay, Caliban, get going.
There we go.

[fast-paced music playing]

[tires screeching]

[crowd shouting]

[explosion]

[cheering]

[engine whirring]

[explosion]

[whirring]

- Wade?
- Yeah?

- Bonus from the old man.

- A hundred bucks?
What's the gag?

- That stuff you got
at the balloon disaster

was the greatest piece
of newspaper photography
he'd ever seen.

- [chuckles]
And they all laughed

when I told them I was the best
picture snatcher in the world.

- By the way, I'll have
to let Casey go.

- Why?
- My payroll is too heavy.

- Ah, you've been
wanting an excuse

to fire him ever since
he put one over on you

and got the job, forget it.

- Gonna split that money
with Casey, aren't you?

- No, why should I?

- Because it so happens
that Casey took

those balloon pictures.

- You're cracked.

- Oh, am I?
I saw him.

- I was wearing Casey's coat
when that gas bag blew up.

- Say, you're not
fooling anybody.

I know Casey when I see him.

- All right, so what about it?

- So I'm getting tired
of seeing Casey

take pictures and you take
the bows!

- How'd you like a
smack in the puss?

- From you, I wouldn't
even feel it.

- That's good enough for me.

Oh, I ought to scramble
you all over the place.

- Hey, hey, cut it out,
you lunatics!

I ought to fire you both.

- And wreck the paper?
That's a cute idea.

- Go on outside and buy each
other a drink and forget it.

- I'll buy him a drink.

A nice, cool Mickey Finn.

[Casey whistling]

- Pardon me, honey.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

- Hello, Flash.
This is Kay.

- Kay!

Guess this is the first time
you ever called me up.

- Well, I have something
very important to tell you.

Will you meet me at
The Paradise in half an hour?

- Lady, I'd meet you at
North Pole in ten minutes.

Bring what?
Okay!

[tropical music playing]

- Hello.
- Hello.

- You haven't been waiting long,
have you?

- Oh, not very long.

Flash, Pop Lawrence is
in terrible trouble.

Blaine's been pulling
some more fast ones on him,

and on top of that,
Payton quit him today cold.

- Payton quit?
What for?

- Oh, he's going into
business for himself.

He's got a camera store.

- We've got to do
something to help Pop.

- I know, but I can't do
anything.

You've got to do it, tonight.

- What?

- Well, Sharon Lee,
the movie star,

is in hiding at the
Warren's estate.

The Warren's are
friends of mine.

- Sharon Lee in town here?

- Yes, and she's going to be
married secretly tonight.

- Married tonight!
How do you know?

- Oh, never mind that.

The point is, it's one of the
biggest stories of the year

and not a newspaper
knows about it.

- And you can't tell because
Warren's are friends of yours.

Gee, that's tough.

- But I'm telling you so that
you and I can help Pop Lawrence.

- What a story.

A picture of that ceremony would
be plastered on every newspaper.

- Yes, if they could get it,
but they won't,

because I want Pop Lawrence
to have it exclusively
for his front cover.

- You can count me in.
- Thanks, Flash.

And remember, no one must
know where you got the tip.

Word of honor?

- Word of honor.

- Do you take this man for
your lawfully wedded husband,

through sickness and in health,
to love, cherish, and obey

as long as you both shall live?

- I do.

- Then I now pronounce you
man and wife.

- That's it!
- [gasps] Oh!

- Hold it!

Bye, folks.

- It's a knockout.

- Well, it's yours,
and it's exclusive.

- Mine?
I don't understand.

What about Blaine?

- Blaine doesn't
even know I took it.

And he won't until "Snap News"
comes out

with that on it's front cover.

- But Blaine will fire you.

- He can't, I took it
on my own time.

- Son, I can't find words to
tell you how grateful I am.

- Aw, don't mention it.

[trolley bell ringing]

[car horn honking]

- I'd like to compliment you
on the front cover, Lawrence.

Who made this picture?

- I'd rather not say, Major.

- Okay, that's your business.

But don't get cocky.

You're not out of the woods
yet, you know, not by a mile.

Oh, good morning, Miss Lanning.

- Good morning.

Congratulations, Pop.
It's the scoop of the ages.

- Young lady, did you have
anything to do with this?

- How could you ever
think such a thing?

- How did you ever let him put
a thing like that over on you?

- I didn't even know there
was going to be a wedding.

[knock on door]
Come in.

Casey, did you take that
picture?

Well, did you?

- Yes, sir.

- Where did you get the tip-off
about the wedding?

- I can't tell you, sir.

- You mean you won't.
- Yes, sir.

- Why didn't you bring
the picture to me?

- Well, I wanted to
help Pop Lawrence.

- That's all I wanted to know.

Casey, you're through.
See the cashier.

Get going.

- Okay, sir.

- If you need any references,
Stoogey, look me up.

- I'll keep him off of every
newspaper from Maine
to California.

- That Blaine is the biggest
heel in the newspaper business.

- And the best editor.
- Yeah, he would be.

It's a wonder somebody hasn't
tried to stick him with a knife.

- And if they did, he'd only
bleed printer's ink.

- Well, Pop, big news.

"Globe Press" and Flash Casey
have dissolved.

- What?
- Yeah.

Mr. Blaine and I disagreed
about certain policies

of running the newspaper.

- Flash, you got fired
because of that picture.

- Ha, you're a mind-reader.

- I'm going right
to Major Addison.

- Oh, you're not.
And get fired yourself?

We're going to put "Snap News"
on it's feet.

- We?
- You and I.

From now on,
I'm going to work for you.

- Okay, son, but I can't
pay you much.

The only pay I want is
a chance to lick Blaine.

- Flash, it's all my fault,
and I think it's terrible.

- Oh, it's swell.
- It's terrific.

- Dad, you're all wrong about
Mitzi, she's a swell girl.

- With all her escapades and
affairs in Europe, she must be.

- Aw, Dad, you're a big
newspaper man falling

for that press agent stuff.

Why don't you grow up?

- We won't discuss the matter.

- And she's not a matter,
she's an event.

If you knew her,
you'd like her.

As a matter of fact, I was
thinking about

inviting her to your shindig
tomorrow.

- Now, you stay away
from that young lady.

Rodney, my boy,
why don't you marry

some nice, respectable girl?

Settle down and go to work.

- If it's work you want,

I think I'll go out and dig up
the golf course.

Well, carry on for
dear old "Globe Press."

- And after what happened,

I hate to ask you to do me
another favor.

- Oh, anything at all you want.

- Well, Major Addison's
society bazaar

will be held day after tomorrow.

It's his pet charity, the
hospital for crippled children.

- Yeah, I've read
plenty about it.

- Oh, it's very exclusive.

To get in, you've got to have
blue blood and greenbacks.

- Sounds plenty colorful.

- You see, being society
editor and knowing everybody,

I'm in charge of
admitting the guests.

- Oh? Nobody gets in without
a nod from you, huh?

Well, what do you want me
to do, be head bouncer?

- No, I'd like for you to
be my escort, if you will.

- Aw, lady, for you I'd fight
fires, floods, and wild cats.

- What, no traffic cops?
- Not if they're too tough.

- Gee, Flash, I wish we
could take pictures.

Major Addison won't
allow cameras.

- Why not?
- Oh, just a whim.

He says he wants his guests to
enjoy themselves

without someone snapping
ridiculous pictures of them.

- Well, why do you want
pictures?

- Well, for a long time,
I wanted to get a special page

and call it the Candid Camera
in Society.

I could do a swell article.

- I'll say you could,
and I could help you.

- Oh, well, perhaps
some other time.

- Well, look--
Aw, I guess you're right.

Well, I'll see you
tonight maybe, huh?

- All right.

- Say, this is tops.

- Oh, it'll do.

- Payton, could you, uh,

could you rent me a camera
for tomorrow?

One I could sort of hide.

- What's the idea?

- Well, I want to go to Major
Addison's bazaar tomorrow,

and I want to--

- Oh, sure, I get you.

You want to snap some
pictures with the big shots
on the QT, huh?

- Well, yeah, but I only wanted
to give them to Kay

as a surprise for a Sunday
feature she wanted to write.

- Well, wait a minute.

Here's a baby for you.

A new candid camera, you see?

Slips right under
your coat, like this.

There you are.

You could snap your stuff like
this, and nobody gets wise.

- Boy, that's something.
How much?

- Not a cent.

Take it around and use
it a couple of weeks

and see how you like it.

And, uh, if you want to
make sure that Kay gets

your stuff instead of
Blaine, take my tip.

Bring it to me to be developed.

- Thanks, I sure will.

- If I was a Radford dame,
how much dough would I have?

- Oh, about five million
smackers.

- Then I'd give at least a
hundred grand to never miss it.

Looks like I've got a new way
of shaking down the suckers.

- I've got to have
photographs to work with.

Prominent people
with heavy jack.

- Wait a minute.

There's the answer to that.

If a little camera could
wander around that joint

a few minutes,
we'd be fixed for life.

- Don't be a Girl Scout.

The Addison place
is guarded like a clink.

- That's all right.

I think I took care of
that little situation
about an hour ago,

thanks to your little
camera shop.

- That's swell.

[music playing]

- Hey, how are you, dear?

- Fine, Mrs. Farakey.
Welcome.

Hello.
Oh, hello, Paul.

- Hello, Kay.
How are you?

- Fine, thank you.

- Ah, looks like a large
afternoon.

- Yes, many a million
pass through this gate.

- Maybe I'll pass a hat around.

[music playing]

- Mitzi.

- Darling!
- Oh, Mitzi.

- How are you?

- Now, darling, don't be
afraid of Dad.

His bark is worse than his bite.

- [speaking French]

- Name, please.

- It's all right, Kay.

- That's Rodney,
Major Addison's son.

- Yeah, I know.
I've seen him before.

- Flash, you look
uncomfortable standing here.

Why don't you take a stroll
around the grounds?

- All right, swell.

I'll leave my hat there.

- Okay.

- Well, I'll take a look around.

- All right, Senator,
see you later.

- Yes, sir.

- How do you?
How are you?

- Dad, meet the Countess
Dubinay.

My father, Countess.

- My dear Countess,
I'm honored.

- So, this is the gentleman
that back and bag, no?

- Uh, will you entertain
the Countess, Dad,

I have someone I'd like to see.

- Delighted.
- Will you pardon me?

- Of course.

- May I have the pleasure of
showing you around, Countess?

- How kind of you.

- Have you been in
this country long?

- Oh, several days.
- Oh, uh...

- Just a minute, mister.
$5.00, please.

- $5.00?
- Yes, sir, that's all. $5.00.

- Oh, $5.00.

- Get them while they're hot.

Only $100 to kiss the world's
most beautiful debutante.

How about it, boys?
Step right up.

- How about, uh, three for $250?

- I'm sorry, but three smacks
will cost you 500 smackers.

- Here you are.
- Thank you, Senator.

- Clarence.
- Hello, my dear.

- That's all right, Senator.
I'll kiss them myself for you.

All right, boys,
who will it be next?

There's a gentleman.
Right here, have your choice.

[music playing]

- [laughing]

- Oh, by the way, Countess,

do you know Mitzi LaRue,
the dancer?

- Oh, Mitzi LaRue?

Oh, I know her very well. She is
a lovely and charming girl.

And a great artist.

- But those stories
about her in the papers...

- Lies.
All of them, a package of lies.

But why do you ask?

- Well, as a matter of fact,

my son was quite interested
in her at one time.

- Oh, so?

I do not blame him.

- No?
- No.

- Well, of course, if she
were a nice girl like you,

I could understand his
going overboard for her.

- Oh, Mitzi LaRue is
very much like me.

Mais, oui.
[laughs]

Now we go play, no?

- Yes, if you'd like.

- I wish I had some of
the money that's floating
around here today.

- Why worry about money?

You've got your height
and health and good eyesight.

- Yeah, that's right, but
I've got a certain ambition.

- As to what?

- As to getting married,
if you must know.

- Well, don't forget to let
me know when it happens.

- I'll give you a big write-up
in my society column.

- Well, you'd be the first
to find out, I hope.

- Oh, some people are coming.

- Aw, darn this traffic.

Let's get out of
this firetrap.

- Well, how did you like
the Countess, Dad?

- Sonny, if you had any sense,
you'd marry that girl.

- Well, maybe I will.

That, my fine feathered father,
is--

- Oh, I know. Mitzi LaRue.
Ha ha ha.

[door buzzing]

- Hello. Got my stuff?

- No, I'm sorry, Casey.
I had to leave the shop.

- Aw, gee.
And I'm in a big rush for it.

When will it be done?

- Why, not until tomorrow.

- Did it turn out all right?
- Well, I don't know yet.

I haven't developed it.

- Okay. So long.

- So long.

- What a cent.

Come on, let's get going.

- Wait a minute.

Here.

That's what you use
on Addison,

and this is the Casey's original
negatives and also the phonies.

I'll do my stuff while
you're in with Addison.

- Yes, yes, we had
a wonderful time.

A marvelous party.

At least 300 people.

What?

Excuse me, Charlie.

I'll call you back.

- Major Addison?
- Yes, what can I do for you?

- I've got a little picture
I'd like to sell you.

- I'm not interested.
- That's what you think.

- A perfectly innocent
picture of Mitzi LaRue,

my son's fiancée and
myself, made at my party,

and turn it into a thing
like this, I don't know!

What I do know,
this is the lowest,

vilest, most contemptible
attempt at extortion

I've ever heard of!

- When you get all through
raving, mister,

we'll talk business.

- Business?

My only business will be
with the district attorney.

- So my picture ain't worth
25 grand to you, huh?

- Get out of here!
Get out!

- Okay, mister.

I'll read about what happened
to you in the "Globe Press,"

but you won't.

[door closes]

- Kay, come in here.

Who was taking
pictures at my party?

- Why, no one.
- Are you sure?

- I'm positive.
Except--

- Except what, now? Go on.
- Well, Flash Casey was there.

- And who's Flash Casey?

- Well, he used to be
Tom Wade's assistant,

he's now Pop Lawrence's
cameraman.

- Oh, that one.
But how did he get in?

- Well, he came with me.

- Is Casey your boyfriend?

- Well, not exactly.
But I do like him a lot.

- Is Casey there?

Lawrence [on phone]:
No, sir.
I'm expecting him shortly.

- Oh. Well, come in here,
Lawrence, will you?

Right away, and bring
Blaine with you.

- Major Addison, won't you
please tell me what's wrong?

- This.

- What is it?
What does it mean?

- You'll find out.

- Well, it looks like
we're going to have

a little trouble with Addison.

- Yeah? Well, I could have
told you that.

Boys, the Major wants
to take a little ride.

You'd better escort
him to the car.

- Blaine.

Have you any reason to
think Flash Casey might be

mixed up in an extortion racket?

- I don't know, why?

- Casey took a picture
at my party.

A man was just in here trying
to blackmail me with this.

- But Flash wouldn't do
anything like that.

- When a fellow will
blackmail himself into a job,

he'll do anything.
- What do you mean?

- Casey brought in a
phony picture of your son

embracing that LaRue girl.

I had to hire him
to get the negative.

- Well, why didn't you tell me?
- I didn't want to worry you.

Then I fired him when
he double-crossed me

on the wedding picture
that Lawrence used on
his front cover.

- Major, I told Flash
to take that picture,

and I also told him
about the wedding.

We only wanted to help
Mr. Lawrence.

- I didn't know that, Kay.
You shouldn't have done it.

- Never mind that,
let's stick to the point.

- I'm convinced Casey
is behind all this.

I've suspected him
from the first.

- That's absurd.

Casey wouldn't get
mixed up in a thing

like that in a million years.

- Of course not.
Flash isn't that type of boy.

- Excuse me, Major.
I have an idea.
- So have I.

- Major, won't you please give
Flash a chance to explain?

- He'll do his explaining
to the police.

Get me the district attorney.

- Major Addison,
please don't do that.

- Look at this, Major.
I found them in his desk.

[phone ringing]

- Hello, D.A.
I'm okay, how are you?

I'm coming right
down to your office.

And you're going with me,
young lady.

That's all for you two
right now.

- Well, Lawrence, I think
this will finish "Snap News."

- All right, Major,
let's take a walk.

- Kay!

Kay!
- Flash!

- Look, I want to
tell you about--

- Why, you're the young
man I want to see!

[gunshot]

- Flash, wait!

- Hey, taxi!

Follow that car!

[police whistling]

[police whistling]

- Now, let's have the story,
brother, and make it funny.

- Lieutenant Logan?
Flash Casey, "Globe Press."

Remember me?
Yeah, Wade's flunky.

Hey, listen, a man's been shot
and a girl kidnapped.

They got away in a black sedan.

- Did you get the license
numbers or anything?

- Yeah, I got pictures
of the guy that did it!

We've got to find her,
Lieutenant, we got to!

- Hello, Flash?
Flash?

Hello, Flash?

- Where's Pop Lawrence?

- Him and his hat
went out someplace.

- You know where?

- No, I ain't no
information bureau.

Oh, yeah, I nearly forgot.

Blaine's been howling
his head off, he wants you.

- What does he want?

- Why don't you see him
and find out?

- Oh!

- They're just taking Addison
into the operating room.

- Is he going to be okay?
- They think so.

Well, I thought they'd
have you in jail by now.

- Mr. Blaine, Kay's been
kidnapped.

- Are you crazy?
- Just about!

- What did you hang up for?
I wasn't through talking to you.

- Gosh, Lieutenant,
have you found her yet?

- Son, I'm a cop,
not a magician.

Where are those pictures
you said you had?

- What is all this?
Now just what happened?

- Well, I got photos of those
guys shooting Major Addison.

Kay was standing near the car,
and the next thing I knew,

they pulled Kay into the car,
and I called a cab

and tried to follow them,
and I lost them.

- You mean you actually got
pictures of Addison being shot?

- Yeah, the whole business.
Three or four good shots.

- Hold the extra.
I'll call you right back.

Where are your pictures?

- Oh, gosh, I must have left
them in the phone booth.

- Where?
- Drugstore, Eighth and Main.

- [claps hands]
I know.

Central Drug Company,
angel puss, and make it fast.

- Wade, you know all the bad
boys in town.

Any idea who did this?

- Any one of about 1,000 guys.

[phone ringing]

- Central Drug Store.

Just a minute, I'll look.

Nope, no camera here.
Sorry.

- Gone.

- They should have shot
Casey instead of the Major.

- Lieutenant, isn't there
something I could do to help?

- Could you identify
them from pictures?

- Sure.
- Let's go.

- Hey, Doyle!

Kay Lanning's been kidnapped,
story coming right up.

- Well, hello.

This your new girlfriend, Gus?

- Keep out this, Flow.

- Oh, maybe she's
your girlfriend.

- Never mind whose girlfriend
she is, take her upstairs.

- That's easy.
- And keep her there.

- Come on.

- Swell mess you've got us in.
- All right, all right.

- Well, what are you
going to do with her?
She saw the whole works.

- We'll stop her mouth.

- Someone named Flash Casey
work here?

- Yes.

- Well, here's his camera.

I found it in the
telephone booth.

- Well, we appreciate
your returning it.

- Oh, that's all right.

Me and the wife,
we're traveling around
the country in a trailer.

We're making photos
ourselves as we go along.

Yeah, you know what--

- Oh, uh, have you seen Flash?
- No, sir.

- Now, Billy, you take that
to the darkroom.

Tell them if there's
any exposures in there,

develop them and send them
right back to me.

- Well, you're busy,
and I'm busy, too,

I've got to get home
and cook the supper.

- Have a good time, and thanks
again for returning the camera.

- That's all right.

- Any luck, son?

- I don't know, I'm so worried,
I wouldn't know them
if I saw them.

- Take it easy,
I know how you feel.

- If we only had my camera,
we'd know who grabbed her.

- We'll get them.
- I'm going back.

I've got to keep
doing something.

- We'll phone you.
If your camera shows up,

don't lose a second
getting those pictures here.

- Don't worry.

- No use kicking up a fuss,
sister,

nothing will happen to you.

Let me try this hat.

- To think that I got pictures
of the guys that did it

and then I lose my camera.

- Your camera was returned.

- What?
Where is it?

- I sent it to the darkroom
to have your stuff developed.

- What's that?

- That's for Mr. Lawrence

- Lawrence, huh?
I'll take care of that.

- But I--
- Get out!

Well, I'll be.

Jerry, kill the art stuff
in the second extra.

I'm sending down
some real stuff.

Send a boy up for it right away.

- Hank says Billy
got my pictures.

- Then we've got to find Billy.

- Mr. Blaine--
- Where's my stuff?

- Mr. Blaine took it
away from me.

He wouldn't give it back.
He says he's going to run it
in the extra.

- Oh, no, he won't.

- Say, what's all this
running around for anyway?

I've never seen any good
pictures taken in this
madhouse.

- Give me my stuff.

- Get out of here,
I'm using this.

- Aw, you double-crossing
polecat!

That's for Pop Lawrence!

- Hey, what goes on here?

Holy jumping jiminy!

Hey, wait a minute!

You ingrown idiot,
I don't want your pictures!

- Well, then, what do you want?

- Listen kid, believe it
or not, I'm your friend.

I know who grabbed Kay
and shot Addison!

- You do? Who?
- King Ricker!

That's his picture
you got there.

I know where he hangs out.
We'll find her.

- Well, then let's get
to the police!

- The police, my eye!
You and I can handle this!

We'll grab some pictures that'll
be heard around the world.

- Well, let's do it!
- You've got what it takes?

- Sure.
- Shake, pal.

Okay, let's go! Down!

- Hey, look.

- I told you we could handle
this. [snaps fingers] Come on!

- Engine's hot.
- What a break.

They're probably in the back
room playing honeymoon bridge.

Listen, Doctor, you drive,
I'll jump in the back
and dress for the part.

- Okay.

[sirens wailing]

- Can you beat it? Some guys
would steal a red-hot stove.

We'll get them.

Hey, Carl! Bob!

Follow that ambulance!

[sirens wailing]

[sirens wailing]

- Hey!
- What?

- I was just thinking,
if we crack up,

we got an ambulance handy!

- Yeah!

[sirens wailing]

- Here.

- What's that?
- My IOU.

- What for?

- 50-50 on that balloon stuff
you took, I got a bonus.

- I don't want it!
- Take it!

How can I be an angel
with 50 bucks on my conscience?

- Aw, keep it.
Buy liniment with it.

- Aw, come on.

[sirens wailing]

Here you go, Doc.

[sirens wailing]

[sirens wailing]

Make a left at the next corner.

- Okay, Doctor.

[sirens wailing]

- You know, I don't get
to go out very often.

Sometimes on Saturday night,
we go to the Pelemar.

[sirens]

- We may not get out of here,
kid.

- Yeah.

- I pushed you around plenty
when you were with me,

but I did it to make a
real cameraman out of you.

- Well, did you?
- I'll tell the world I did.

Now watch your step
and let's go.

- Rick!
Rick!

An ambulance stopped
out in front!

They're coming in here!

- Just what the doctor ordered
for a getaway. Let 'em in.

Come here, Danny.

- Did you call for
an ambulance, lady?

- Sure, why not.

- You're just in time, boys.

Keep it closed.

- Watch it, boss,
they're phonies!

- Phonies, huh?
I thought so.

- Wade, it looks like you and
I are going on a long trip.

Yeah, a long trip.

- Fine, I like trips.

- What are you two half-wits
talking about?

Drop that and put up your hands.

- Stay there and help them
fight, you yellow egg!

- Not me, I'm getting
out of here, sister!

Operator, on radio:
Calling Car 16. Car 16.

Stolen ambulance,
traveling at high speed.

Went through signals at Somerset
Drive and Avalon Street.

That is all.

[indistinct speech]

- Come back here!

- Get that gun!
- Oh, no, you don't!

- Flash!

- Calling Car 16, Car 16.
stolen ambulance,

reported parked on Madison
Avenue near Oak Street.

That is all.

- One for good luck.

- Take the next left turn.

- Whew.
I guess that's that.

- Yeah, sandman is here at last.

- Well, Doctor, what do you
suggest we do with the patient?

- Oh, let's give him
back to the Indians.

- An excellent idea, Doc.
An excellent idea.

- Oh, he's a large one,
isn't he, Doctor?

- Oh, must be the Jones's
for their evening of bridge.

Abra a porta pra eles,
querida.

Bem, boa noite.

Ah, É você, Wade.

Deveria saber disso.

De quem foi a idéia
de roubar uma ambulância?

Sabia que iríamos
precisar de uma, Sargento.

Tem outra surpresa para vocês
lá em cima.

Certo.
Cuidem dele, rapazes.

Com cuidado, pessoal,
ele está cheio de balas.

Um momento!

Essa é pra você, Casey,
exclusivo para o "Snap News".