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Heat. Heat.

I was dictating the Wrap-up on the

butcher benton package. I'm Lieutenant

Dick Chason.

This hadn't been a routine case, and to

find the answer, I've had to put a lot

of little pieces together. It began on

the day most cases can be called closed.

It was the day before the butcher was to

be executed. He was visited by his

attorney, Paul Low, in the death house.

It was at this first meeting the Butcher

Benton case took its first switch.

Well, that's it. What you The evidence

against you was so strong the governor

turned down your appeal.

>> You're a rotten liar, Lo. You started,

and now you're still trying to throw me

curves.

>> Look, I don't blame you for being edgy,

but get this straight. I didn't double

cross you. I never worked harder for a

client.

>> You mean you never worked harder for a

client to get him sentenced?

>> You're a fool, Butcher.

If you hadn't tried to double cross

Squeemy Ellis and Joe Marcella, they

wouldn't have turned state's evidence

against you. But you had to get greedy.

You wanted to keep the whole $600,000

for yourself. Well, the boys got sore.

And I don't blame him. It was all your

idea. You planned the whole job. You

hired us. When you found out I had

staged the money, you decided it was

time for me to die. You got those two

crumbs to turn state's evidence on me.

You stinking rotten mouthpiece. We both

know that isn't true, Butcher.

>> Now look, what's the sense in not giving

me the money? Not going to do you any

good.

>> Well, I'll have the satisfaction of

knowing that none of you three crumbs

are going to spend it.

>> What about Eva? Don't owe her something.

You tell me where the money is, I'll see

that she gets your share.

>> I've got a different idea. I'm going to

kill you and Squeamy and Joe. Then I'll

take care of Eva myself.

You sickheaded ape, you're going to die

tomorrow.

>> Remember what I said?

I'm going to get you. All three of you.

>> Even for you, Butcher. That would be

quite a trick.

So long, dead man.

Remember what I said.

I'm going to kill you. All three of you.

back in Los Angeles, two men sat in a

barroom listening to a newscaster tell

his headline story. He played up big the

butcher's threat to kill Paul Lo Squeemy

Ellis and Joe Marcelli for their having

turned states evidence against him.

Squeemy Ellis didn't seem happy over the

butcher's threat. Neither did Joe

Marcelli. But they had figured once a

dead man, always a dead man. But this

was one time everyone was in for a

surprise, including the entire police

department.

You seen the headlines, Captain?

>> Tell it just came in from San Francisco.

Butcher's execution is set for 5:00 this

afternoon.

And like the newspapers say, he still

refuses to talk about that stolen money.

>> Well, I still have hopes of coming up

with something.

>> That's what I dropped by for, Dick. With

Butcher's execution, the department's

marking it. Case closed. That means

you'll be reassigned.

>> I spent a whole year trying to break

this case. As far as I'm concerned,

Butcher's death is just the beginning.

Of course, I I can't prove it, but I

think that Paul Low was the top man. And

even though I have to keep working on it

while off duty, I'm going to get Low,

Squeamy Ellis, and Joe Marcelli.

>> Okay, Lieutenant. Officially, I've taken

you off of the case.

unofficially. I wish you luck.

>> Do me a favor. Keep me posted.

>> We'll do. Thanks, John.

>> I headed for Eva Martin. She worked in a

local burlesque house.

I'm a cop and my job is to ask questions

and get answers. So, I decided I might

as well start again with her.

Come in.

>> Oh,

what do you want?

>> I'd like to talk to you.

>> Talk? You're a cop, aren't you?

>> That's a good question. I can't even

find a three-tonon armored car, let

alone the $600,000. And I've been on the

case a year.

I've told you and I've told you and I've

told you. I don't know anything about

the money. I never did.

>> Benton's going to be dead in a little

while. I thought it might make a

difference.

>> I never knew anything about the money.

>> Call me dumb. I didn't even know Charles

was in the rackets until the trial.

>> Now, take it easy, kid.

>> You're on, Eva.

Heat. Heat.

Honey, here's your wrap. Okay.

A few moments ago, Butcher Benton,

without revealing the whereabouts of the

$600,000 stolen in the armored car

holder, paid for his crimes against

society in the gas chamber at San

Quentin. Now for a look at the

international scene today.

>> Come on, baby. Don't waste tears on

Benton.

>> Feel so badly about Charles.

If I'd known, maybe I could have done

something.

>> How about a drink? We could both use

him.

>> An artist can't drink while she's

working. Oh, you see?

>> What's that?

Well, now what's the matter?

It's a message from Charles.

He told me to open it if

he died.

>> Finale, Eva.

>> All right.

How about a steak after the show?

>> No thanks. Not tonight, Paul.

I didn't find out until much later, but

Paul Low, in opening the letter the

butcher had given Eva, found a map

outlining a section of the city sewer

system and clearly identified was the

spot where the butcher had hidden the

stolen payroll. He replaced it with a

$50 bill. I guess he figured $50 to gain

600,000 was not a bad day's work.

200 miles away in San Francisco, the

case took another switch, which turned

the next 72 hours into one long, hideous

nightmare. Dr. Bradshaw, a distinguished

biochemist, was making preparations for

a final experiment, which he hoped would

lead the way to a cure for cancer. He

had been successful with laboratory

animals. The last step called for a

human body, and Dr. Bradshaw's assistant

quickly made a deal with a local

mortuary and returned to the laboratory

with the dead body of Butcher Benton.

>> You made good time.

>> Well, I didn't waste any.

>> Any trouble?

>> No, I just handed the money over and

moved the body into your station wagon.

That was that.

>> Good. Uh, get a syringe.

He's in good shape.

>> Well, I hope so.

>> We'll get other blood samples later.

We'll run this one through fast.

>> Right

>> now, wheel him into the machine and then

raise him. Right.

Ready?

You mean you're going to give him

287,000 volts? Yes. Yes. I'll get the

floor scope set. We'll check with that

before we start dissecting.

Turn off the lights.

There you are, old boy.

If you respond properly, and my theory

is sound, you'll be more famous dead

than alive.

Throw the switch.

Oh,

heat Wait,

wait. I I thought I saw a pulsation of a

heart.

You

Dr. Bradshaw's beginning to breathe. You

You've brought this man back to life.

No, no, no, no, no. The heart muscle has

simply responded to a terrific

electrical shock. That's all.

Yes, but it does prove that the cells

still function.

>> Dr. Bradshaw,

he is alive. A shock reaction that can't

last. His cells are multiplying now if

your theory is right.

>> We could keep that reaction going

longer,

but it's worth a try.

Get the body out.

Get some adrenaline from the supply

room. Some Abel nitrite, too. Hurry,

hurry.

Heat.

Heat.

Hey, enough.

You mustn't move. Your heart can't stand

the strain.

Now you must lie still. Please, please,

easy, Albert. Easy. Easy. You must ride.

Easy, please.

Dr. Bradshaw's experiment had given life

back to the butcher. He tried to talk,

but the electrical voltage had burned

out his vocal cords. Yet, it hadn't

destroyed his brain. He knew who he was.

He knew who he hated. As he stumbled

about the room, I think he thought only

about one. Kill Low, Squeamy, and Joe

Marcelli.

The tremendous electrical voltage that

Dr. Bradshaw had given the butcher had

increased his cellular structure to the

point where he was no longer a man. Dr.

Bradshaw's experiment had created a

vicious, brutal animal with an almost

inconceivable amount of strength. Dr.

Bradshaw must have believed the

butcher's regained life would last for

only a few minutes. Therefore, instead

of calling for help, the doctor decided

to handle his creation alone. Not easy,

Ben. Just relax. I I'm a doctor. I want

to try to help you. Do you understand

me? You're in my laboratory.

The execution was carried out and you

were declared dead. I tried an

experiment on you and brought you back

to life, although I didn't intend that.

Now, you've had a great shot. Now, now

come and sit down. Now, be quiet. Now,

come and sit down. Take it easy. This

boy.

>> Careful. His reactions are violent.

>> How do you explain this?

>> Each cell must have multiplied a 100

times, perhaps thousands. His strength

is unbelievable. No, no, no. It's too

late for the animal nitrate.

I want to get some blood samples. Uh,

make some tests on him. Find out what's

happened. Get me a syringe.

Why won't the needle penetrate the skin?

The tissue must be nearly a solid mass

of cells. How are we going to get the

blood samples?

>> Surgically, perhaps.

Now, take it easy. You can't leave here

now. I'm responsible for your being

alive.

Oh,

heat, heat.

Heat. Heat.

Towards the end of this case, Captain

Lauder and I found out the doctor and

his assistant had been murdered. But I'm

getting ahead of my story. The butcher

didn't know how he had been brought back

from the dead, and he didn't care. All

he knew he was alive.

Then this monster made man started

thinking about Los Angeles.

On that very in Los Angeles, I decided

to stop playing detective for a little

while. I went to the burlesque house to

ask Eva to have dinner with me. After

all, the butcher was dead. And if I got

lucky, sooner or later, I figured Paul

Lo would lead me to the stolen payroll.

In a way, that possibility made me even

feel better.

>> It's not fair to watch the show from

backstage.

>> Next time, I'll pay admission.

>> I take it by that remark you like my

routine.

>> Yeah, you're pretty good.

What I can't figure out though is why

you stay in a place like this. It

shouldn't be hard for someone like you

to get a job in a class spot.

>> If you weren't a detective, I'd be

willing to bet with a line like that

your next remark would be, "How about

dinner?"

>> Well, not exactly dinner, but a

hamburger might be a good idea.

>> If you're asking in an official

capacity, I can't say no.

>> I'm off duty.

>> For the past 6 months, all I've ever

called you is Lieutenant Chason. Do you

have a first name?

>> Oh, Dick.

>> Give me 10 minutes for a quick change

because you've just made yourself a

date, Lieutenant. I mean, Dick,

>> know something, Dick. I haven't had

hamburger in the front seat of an

automobile with a guy in a lot of years.

>> Well, from now on, we'll do it more

often.

That's funny.

I always figured a policeman wasn't

really a human being. I mean, unless he

was arresting someone or trying to solve

a case, he was unhappy.

>> Shows you how wrong you are.

>> In fact, everyone on the force gets fed

up occasionally with the job they do.

Maybe we're more human than anyone else.

We see so much trouble we get to hate

the word.

But as long as the world's filled with

people, it'll have to be men who enforce

the laws.

>> What made you join the department?

>> Now, who's making with the questions?

>> No. Honest. I I'd like to know.

>> Well, it's really a very short story.

When I got out of the air, I knocked

around for a while. Well, I went to work

for an oil company.

One day, I went back to college on the

GI Bill. Just before graduation, I

noticed all about the police department

exams. Seemed a pretty good thing to do

with your life. So, I took the exams,

passed, then went on from there.

>> If I ask one more question, will you

give me a straight answer?

>> Try me.

>> Am I still part of the Charles Benton

investigation? I mean, right now,

>> I don't think so.

As far as the department's concerned,

when Benton was executed, the case was

marked closed.

But inside of me, that's not good

enough.

>> I I don't follow you.

>> Well, the $600,000 is still missing. And

a fast-talking underworld lawyer like

Paul Lo is walking around a free man.

Someday, no matter how long it takes,

I'll get him and the money. Until I do,

the Benton case for me is not closed.

>> I give you my word, Dick. Charles Benton

never told me anything about the money.

>> Oh, I've been sure of that for a long

time.

>> But how did you ever get mixed up with

anyone like the butcher?

>> Does trouble ever start? It just

happened. I had a roommate who used to

date Benton all the time. One day she

packed and left for Chicago. Benton

carried a torch for her and he used my

shoulder to cry on. First thing I knew,

we were having dinner together. And a

few weeks later, I was labeled by the

police as this number one suspect and

and Benton's girl. But it was never like

that. I made only one mistake. I felt

sorry for him.

>> You mean until he was arrested for the

robbery and the killing, you had no idea

how he earned a living.

>> I know this is going to sound crazy, but

I only went out with Benton a couple of

times. And all we ever talked about was

Nge, my old roommate. The last time I

saw him, he tried to get too friendly.

And that's when I told him he had the

wrong girl. But like I said, I'd already

made my mistake.

>> What about the Burlesque house? How do

you two fit together?

>> You sound like a lot of other people.

I left a small town a couple of years

ago because I won a beauty contest and

the first prize was a screen test,

>> after which nothing happened.

>> That's right.

only uh it was pretty rough. And then

one day I read an ad about girls wanted

for a burlesque show. I auditioned and I

got the job.

>> You know something? It's like any other

job. If you're looking for trouble, you

can find it even in a school room.

>> Well, when the screen test didn't work

out, though, why didn't you go on home?

>> Well, first you have to have a home to

go back to. My folks are dead, so Los

Angeles was as good as any place else.

>> I don't know about you, but I do eight

shows a day, and at this hour, I'm

bushed.

>> I know what you mean. Mind if I drive

you home?

>> No. And I'll tell you something else. I

haven't minded anything about tonight.

Not even the hamburger?

>> I kept playing tag with Lo. He made four

telephone calls. Three of them didn't

interest me, but one did. The one to Joe

Marcelli. I watched Joe head for his

meeting with Lo, and for some unknown

reason, I began to get the feeling that

this case was finally about to explode

in my favor.

>> You see what I mean?

>> Well, look at that, will you? I see him

stagger on two legs, but he's doing it

on four.

>> Shut up, you fleag. Well, look who's

calling names. At least I ate a

squealer. A stoolie.

>> I warned you before.

>> All right, Harry, that's enough. I'll

take care of him. I want to talk to him.

>> Okay, Mr. Low. Any future business you

got with this psycho, take care of it

upstairs in your office. He keeps

showing around here, sooner or later,

he's going to get slugged. or no

>> All right, shut up, Joe. Sit down.

I need a shot. Bad.

>> You'll get one after I've talked to you.

You sober enough to understand.

>> Yeah, I run out of dough.

>> No wonder. Look it. You used to be the

best torch man in town. Now I don't

think you could crack a safe if you knew

the combination.

>> No jobs. Nobody wants me since I turned

stakes on Benton. That's your doing. You

taught me.

>> All right, quit crying. I got a job for

you. If you can stay off that stuff long

enough.

>> You know what I can if I've got a job?

How much? What is it?

>> It's two grand isn't for you.

>> Where?

>> Right near where he pulled the job. You

interested?

>> Two grand ain't much out of 600,000.

>> There'll be other expenses. Besides,

that money is plenty enough. Now, you

want it or I get another boy?

>> I'll do it. How soon do you want me to

go to work?

>> Set it up for tomorrow night.

Call me before noon. I'm going to the

races.

one. That's all. The job's over.

The butcher was walking slowly toward

Los Angeles. He traveled through wooded

hills to prevent being seen by anyone.

Finally, he came to a quiet road. He

stopped to get his bearings

and then he saw her and he saw something

else. An automobile.

For the butcher, that rang a bell. With

a car, he knew by the next afternoon

he'd be in Los Angeles in plenty of time

to catch up with the three men who had

double crossed him.

Well, see, you're a real gentleman to be

helping strangers in distress. I hope

you don't mind me using the babe here as

bait. Quite a dish, isn't she? But

that's what she gets paid for. Bait,

that is. Yes, sir. She's a real shaker

artist in my outfit. Carnival man

himself. Just call me Connie. Yeah.

Well, friend, we're in a little bit of

difficulty here. Got a flat tire, brand

new car, no tools in the back. Why some

of these dealers make my carnival grips

look like babes in the woods?

Sound kill Julie. Say who you with.

Brent and let it down. Let it down.

No matter who you with, friend, believe

me, I can do better for both of us. I'll

make a fortune for the both of us.

An hour later, the San Francisco Police

Department sent out an APB.

Squads

were sent to various parts of the

countryside.

Roadblocks were thrown up to catch the

coldblooded killer the hysterical girl

had described.

Each squad kept reporting back to

central headquarters and each of their

stories was the same. So far, none of

them had spotted the car the killer was

driving. Orders were given to shoot to

kill because from the girls further

accounts, they realized they were

dealing with a maniac.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

I trust that this information will

answer all of your questions. If I can

be of any further service, let me know.

Sincerely, J. Louder. Captain Police LA.

Another all points from CHP. Captain,

>> these reports sound like they come from

a bunch of loonies. You

>> sure do. There it is,

>> Sergeant.

>> Yeah.

>> I want Lieutenant Chason to look these

over as soon as he comes in.

>> All right, Captain.

The next morning, I read the stories of

the brutal murder of the two police

officers.

I also read the witness's statement

about the bullets having no effect upon

the killer.

I felt sorry for the witness and I

thought about how easily a person's mind

can become confused when suddenly they

receive a brutal shock. I didn't believe

a man existed who could not be stopped

by a slug from a 45.

Good morning, Captain.

>> You and the rest of the force are going

on 24-hour duty.

>> Seeing the headlines this guy that's

running a mockup north.

>> Yeah. Latest report he's killed two

police officers. Made a getaway in a

green coupe heading south.

I've got a hunch this killer is going to

be our baby. He could be in town right

now.

>> Yeah.

>> You better get started, Lieutenant.

>> Okay.

Any new leads on that hold at me?

>> I think the girl can probably be counted

out. If any of the others are wise,

they're keeping mighty quiet.

>> Let it ride for now. The whole force is

going to be on the spot until we catch

this killer.

Newspapers will have a field day.

We were wrong about two things. The

killer was already in our city, and we

didn't know he was Butcher Benton. He

headed straight for Eva Martin. He went

to her dressing room to get back the map

he had left in the envelope with her. He

wanted first to check his money, then

catch up with Lo and the others.

It can't be.

But you

you do look like

different somehow.

It is you.

Why didn't somebody tell me?

What's happened, Sher?

Those are like bullet holes. Are they?

There's even a mark.

I I opened it like you told me and I

found the $50.

I

I didn't know why he left him.

Paul didn't know why he was here.

Don't don't think crazy.

>> The name of Paul triggered his hate. He

left her dressing room and started for

Squeemy Ellis and Joe Marcelli's place

because he knew with them out of the

way, Paul Lo couldn't open the strong

box where the money was hidden. He

thought of Squeamy and Joe first. He was

saving Paul Lo for last.

Heat. Heat.

Hey, Eva. Can I borrow your eyebrow

pencil?

Operator, get me police headquarters.

Lieutenant Jason, please.

When do you expect him?

>> What happened?

>> Tell him Charles Benton is alive and and

even bullets can't stop him.

I'm not crazy.

Just say you're a friend of Charles.

He'll know.

Eva telephoned Squeamy Ellis. She tried

to tell him the butcher was alive and on

his way over to kill him. Squeemy didn't

believe her and in a way you couldn't

blame him. who in their right mind would

believe a man had returned from the

dead. What Sweeney actually believed was

that the butcher, before his execution,

had hired a killer to carry out his

threat.

You sick?

What? You don't look so good to me.

10 minutes, Eva.

>> All right, SA. I could take over the

mata trick for you.

>> What? It's easy. Look, Eva, I can do it.

Oh, um,

Francine, I just thought of something.

>> Yeah.

>> Eva agreed to let Francine do the show.

She hoped she'd be able to interrupt the

butcher before he arrived at Squeey's

hotel. or failing that at least be able

to warn him to stay out of sight.

>> You want to meet, Captain?

>> Yeah. I just had a rundown on those

fingerprints. That stolen car up north.

We got nothing on the driver who was

killed or the woman with him.

Take a good look at these.

>> There's something funny about these.

>> Yeah. The boys in the lab can't figure

it out either.

>> Those are the killers. They were found

on the steering wheel. Look like they'd

been stamped in with a steel die.

>> They sure do.

>> These are Butcher Bentons.

>> What?

They look the same to me. How did the

lab boys explain that?

>> They don't. Their best guess is a twin

brother. An identical twin could have

the same pattern of horses with only

slight variations.

Ever hear of the butcher having a twin

brother?

>> No.

>> Even if he did, it wouldn't explain

these freak prints.

>> You didn't pick up your message,

Lieutenant. Some wacky dame calls you

and she says Charles Benton is alive and

bullets won't stop him.

>> If we buy the twin theory, who was she?

Where'd she seen?

>> Well, she wouldn't leave her name.

Sounded kind of hysterical to me. Said

she was a friend of the butchers.

Eva Martin,

>> get her with the follies and see what

that girl knows.

>> Yeah.

>> Some guys have all the luck. I never do

an assignment to the follies.

Meanwhile, the butcher headed for

Squeey's hotel. He didn't seem to be in

any particular hurry. actually seemed

like any normal person on his way to

work or on his way home.

He rode up Angel's Flight, arrived at

the top, scanned the hotel building, and

then noticed the only exit from

Squeamy's apartment. A fire escape.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat. Heat.

The butcher was figuring his next step.

And as he looked at the dead cop, he

thought about Paul Lo, the next man on

his list.

seen Joe Marchelli?

>> Not since last night when I told him I

didn't want him around here no more.

Give me a shot.

Look,

I need help. Just found out that

Benton's hired a killer to get me. You

have to joke too then.

>> Well, then drink up and get out. I don't

want no trouble around my place.

>> You're a real pal.

>> Drink up and get out. I said

Heat. Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Yeah.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Operator, get me the police. Police.

Yes.

What's happened?

>> Guy named Squeamy got thrown from the

fifth floor. He's dead on a mackerel.

Customer of mine.

>> You mean Squeamy, Ellis?

>> Yeah, that's it.

>> Just Squeamy. No, no one else was

killed.

>> Ain't one enough.

I tell you, the bullets never even

phased him. He must have been wearing a

bulletproof vest.

>> God, help us when the papers get a hold

of this. Keep an officer on duty here

till you hear from me. We get a steak

out on Joe Marelli.

>> I'd like to talk to Joe L. I'm going to

call San Quentin. Suppose Benton is

alive.

>> Every available man has been put on the

case now. Jesse. All right. All right.

Anything new?

>> Report on Dr. Bradshaw, owner of the

station wagon. The San Francisco police

located his laboratory in the basement

of an electrical power receiving

station.

>> Bradshaw. What's he know?

>> He's dead. And another man, too, his

assistant. The lab is a shambles. But

now we're getting some action from San

Francisco. Benton's body never arrived

at the mortuary where it was supposed to

go. An attendant there finally broke

down. admitted he picked up some quick

cash by handing the body over to a man

he was unable to identify. The man was

driving his station wagon.

>> Blast it, man. The chief's on my neck

and the commissioners are on his and the

mayor's on theirs. Now, am I supposed to

tell him that our killer is a dead man?

>> They found a notebook in Bradshaw's lab.

It ties his experiments in with a

professor Dwiggins at Caltech. I hope to

hear from Dwiggins soon.

>> Captain, report from the valley on a

hysterical woman reports the presence of

the killer. There's the location.

Let's go.

Well, you and your boyfriend had a

little fight and he got out of the car

to take a walk.

You noticed that he walked down toward

the sump area in the direction where

you'd seen those lights a short while

before.

>> What happened then, miss? Please try to

tell us.

>> Well, I just sat there a few minutes. I

guess it I was pretty mad.

Then there was a loud crash like like

heavy metal sort of from down here. I

got out of the car to get a better look.

I heard Jimmy cry out something. I

couldn't make out the words.

Then down here in the patch of light was

Jimmy. And and coming toward him was was

this man,

big man.

Lifted Jimmy up over his head like like

he didn't weigh a thing.

Jimmy screamed just once before he broke

Jimmy's back.

I heard it snap that far away.

Then I I started running till I found

his house. They let me use the phone.

>> Thank you, mate. We'll see that you get

home right now.

Ali, see that the young lady gets home.

All right.

>> Paul Low, while driving to his office,

heard a radio commentator report the

murder of Joe Marcelli. And what shocked

him most was when the broadcast

identified the killer as possibly being

the butcher. Lo headed straight for Eva

Martin at the burlesque theater.

Well,

>> you gave me a start, Mr. Low.

>> What are you doing here? Where's Eva?

>> Oh, I'm taking her place. I'm going to

wear her costumes. What's it to you?

>> I asked you. Where's Eva?

>> Hey, don't get physical. And watch your

tone of voice, Buster. I told you little

Eva isn't here.

>> I can see that for myself. Where is she?

>> She's at police headquarters. That's

where she is.

>> Yes, sir.

No, sir. Captain Lauder is still with

the mayor. The killer dropped out of

sight. He was last seen in the Hollywood

area.

Yes, sir. We We know he's dangerous.

Every angle's being covered.

>> Yes, sir. I I'll tell him.

>> Yeah. See how these fit.

Low heel.

>> I'm sorry. It's the best our wardrobe

department can afford.

>> Any idea how soon the captain will be

back?

>> Now look, I'm going to see the captain

if I have to wait here all night.

>> Oh.

>> Oh, Charles killed Squee and Joe.

>> Joe, too.

Benton?

>> He's alive. I saw him, but nobody will

believe me.

>> I'm checking it. My guess is whoever

killed them is on the trail of the money

load. Now, maybe you'd better start

talking if you know anything about it.

>> I don't know anything.

>> Did the butcher have a brother?

>> No. No, brother.

>> It was Charles. I saw the tattoo on his

arm.

>> Look, I demand police protection.

Where's the money, Lo?

>> You heard me. I demand protection. I

know my rights. We put stakeouts on your

office and home. Well, that's not

enough.

>> It's enough as far as we're concerned.

>> How you going to book me, Sergeant?

>> Then throw away the key.

>> Thank you.

>> Come up with anything yet, Dick?

>> Oh, we've checked every hotel, motel,

and rooming house in town. We've run a

cross check on every hangout butcher

ever used. Net results blank.

>> This is incredible. We not only discover

a dead man turned killer, but it's

beginning to look like he plays ghost,

too.

>> He's somewhere in this city, and if we

have to take it apart brick by brick,

we've got to get him.

>> I may be way off, but I think Paul Low

could tell us a lot.

>> Maybe. But it's a sense he's not going

to.

>> Suppose he had no alternative.

You better grab some coffee. Your mind's

beginning to play tricks on you.

>> No, now wait a minute. When Lo came to

us for police protection, it was because

he was scared stiff the butcher would

add him to the list of Squeemy Ellis and

Joe Marcelli.

>> Go on.

>> It figures, too. When he slugged the

sergeant, he knew we'd book him right

away. Oh, this Lowe's is a pretty cute

character, but we can play the same

game.

>> You mean we'll threaten to release him?

>> Well, not exactly. You tell him you

realize that he was excited, that

throwing the punch was accidental. Tell

him we're not going to make a charge,

that he's completely released.

>> Lieutenant, you know we can't do that. V

made his first mistake when he hit the

sergeant, and that'll get him a year. As

far as the department's concerned, at

least it's a small victory.

>> If my hunch is right, Low won't want to

be on the streets with the butcher

looking for him. And he may talk and

talk a lot. Enough maybe for us to get

rid of him permanently. Even lead us to

the butcher.

If he's frightened enough, that might

work.

But if it doesn't

No, Dick. I'm not going to release him.

I want him out of my way so bad I can

taste it, but not bad enough to be

responsible for getting him killed.

>> The good thing about that, Captain, is

the fact we know it. But Low doesn't.

>> Let's give it a try.

>> All right, Lo, come on out.

>> I think you'll find everything in there.

You're free to go, Mr. Lol.

>> Wait a minute. Who do you think you're

kidding? You arrested me for assaulting

an officer.

Court, I'll plead guilty. With luck, I

might get off with 6 months. For a

lawyer, you're forgetting a very

important point. If no charges made,

there's no trial.

It was a tough day for everyone. We

figured your nerves were on edge, and

when you threw the punch, you didn't

know what you were doing. I've squared

everything with the sergeant. It's all

over. All forgotten.

>> Yeah. Why'd you bring his stenographer?

>> Simply because I wanted a record of our

conversations at the time of your

release.

>> Okay, L. Let's go.

>> Oh, wait a minute. What's out on those

streets and I'm a dead man. You let me

go, you'll be responsible for murder.

>> Oh, come off it, L. You're imagining

things. You know the butcher threatened

to kill me. You set me free, he'll do

it.

>> Well, that's just a risk we'll have to

take. But the way I look at it, Mr. Lol,

you'll be okay.

>> Look, Captain, I'll make a deal with

you. You keep me here and I'll tell you

how to recover the money. Maybe even

catch the butcher.

>> No deals, L. You'd probably tell us

anything just to stall for time. Come

on, let's get out of here.

>> Now, wait a minute.

>> All right,

I'll tell you the truth.

Start taking this down.

I, Paulo,

hired Butcher Benton, Squeamy Ellis, and

Joe Melli to pull off the armored car

hold up.

>> And then Low continued with his

confession. He told us about finding the

map. He showed us the exact location of

where the butcher had hidden the stolen

payroll. and he gave us a most important

answer. The explanation as to how the

butcher was able to elude detection. His

means of escape was the sewer system

beneath our city.

The department went to work fast. Every

police squad in the city was detailed to

cover a specific area. Every entrance

and exit to the Los Angeles city sewer

system of 700 miles was covered. Captain

Lauder and I along with several other

squads headed for the entrance where,

according to the map, Butcher had hidden

the money. Our job was to stop him. And

that made me think of one specific

question. When we found him, could this

monster be stopped? I, for one, wasn't

sure.

Everything all set, Lieutenant?

>> City engineers mapped out each possible

exit. A squad of officers are spotted at

every point. If the butcher can be

caught, now is the time. Well, after I

talked to Caltech, I called on the fire

department for a little help. The

professors thought a flamethrower might

stop him.

>> Flamethrower?

>> I suppose their boys have had a chance

to join our squads by now. See if we

have one with us here. Have you thought

about what'll happen if this doesn't

work?

>> No. I've been praying too hard that it

will work.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat. Heat.

This is where we split up. I'll go

straight ahead.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

This map's right. We're off our course.

We'll have to backtrack.

Heat. Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Hold it.

>> I didn't have it.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Heat up here.

Heat up here.

Heat.

Heat.

And the tremendous shock of electricity

that brought the butcher back to life

destroyed him. The $600,000 stolen in

the armored truck robbery has been

recovered. Case closed.

I'll hear the scientist comments for

your records. I had to fill in a few

spots with my own guesses, but I guess

that's about the size of it.

>> Did you get any sleep?

>> Oh, some. Not much.

>> How's the girl today?

>> Well, I called the hospital about an

hour ago. She'd gone.

>> Gone? Where?

>> She told them she was a working girl and

that she'd been away from the job too

long already.

>> Quite a girl.

>> Yeah. Say, uh, how about that time off

I've got coming? 48 hours beginning

right now is restic.

>> You know something, Dick?

The past 72 hours seemed like a bad

dream.

That rest in the hospital today really

gave me a new lease on life.

Now that it's over, I I can't believe it

actually happened. The important thing

is to remember it is all over.

>> I suppose you'll be assigned to another

case now. I'll have to give up

hamburgers in the front seat of the car

for steaks in a restaurant.

>> No, I've thought about that. In fact, I

decided to do something about it. I

started by talking the captain into a

short holiday and uh just about an hour

ago, I got you fired.

What?

What did you do that for?

>> I figured that being my wife would take

up all of your time.

>> Even if I wanted to say no, I couldn't.

You're not supposed to say no to a

detective.

>> I figured that, too.