All language subtitles for A Tragedy at Midnight 1942

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You're listening to the Roasty Toasty

program, the cereal that can't be beaten,

but can be eaten.

Featuring Greg Sherman, radio detective,

and the real life thriller, Crimes the

Police Couldn't Solve.

The case of the red-haired heiress, front

page news for weeks,

has so far baffled the

commissioner and his police.

Greg Sherman will

return to the microphone.

That radio jerk is making me

the laughing stock of this city.

That's right, Sherman speaking.

If the red-haired heiress had been shot

in close struggle with a mythical masked

bandit, there would

have been powder burns.

I say she was taken unaware, shot from a

distance, an inside job.

Now she had a chauffeur.

They took out a Mary's license three days

before she discharged him.

Now it isn't the hunting season, so why

should Henry Connery buy a gun the next

day from a certain pawn shop on Z Street?

My dumb.

I had my watch say only last week.

So, commissioner, if you and

the boys want your murderer,

check a hotel at Fifth and Oak.

You'd better hurry.

I imagine he's packing.

Henry, remember, it's people like you and

Roasty Toasty's that keep me on the air.

So please, on your way out of town, stop

at every grocery and

ask for a package of Roasty Toasty's.

Don't forget to save the box tops.

We give guns away at Christmas.

Next week, I'll bring you another crime

the police couldn't solve.

That's the firecracker that's gonna shoot

us right out of our jobs.

Yeah, maybe we ought to

boycott his sponsor's product.

That would teach him a lesson.

That would be peachy.

I can see the headlines now.

Police Sulk won't eat

their Roasty Toasty's.

Uh, I got it.

We'll pin something on Sherman, spinning

on the sidewalk, anything, everything.

We can keep heckling him.

We get in his hair so

often, he'll stay out of mind.

But first, we've got to hold him so he

misses his next broadcast.

Cassidy.

Oh, no, no, no, not me, Chief.

Please, Bushmee, put me back in the

sticks, anything, but

don't make me tell Sherman.

You've got it coming.

The way you bong of that Wickersham case.

You reported the scars on the old man's

hand came from snake bites.

But Sherman proved the

Victrola needle was poison.

And I played the Victrola with that

needle for an hour

waiting for the corner.

I ain't been well since.

That's why I'm leaving

on my vacation tomorrow.

No, that's why you're

going to start working tonight.

I don't care what you get

on him, but bring him in.

Gilbert and Sullivan was right when they

wrote a policeman's law

that's not a happy one.

Mommy, why do you have

to go to the hospital?

Your sister's having a baby.

You know how jittery Helen is.

Don't like to go off without you.

I do not.

I know you don't, you lamb.

Can't we drop you at the hospital?

Other end of town.

I'll take a cab.

Uh-oh.

Better wipe my silly smile off your face.

Thanks, Mommy.

I run along and don't

have too good a time.

All right.

Come on, gang.

Will you call me an uncomfortable cab?

I'm worried about a dark horse and I

don't want to relax.

(SIREN WAILING)

(SIGHS)

(SIREN WAILING)

Mommy, wake up.

My head feels like it's full of rocks.

Mommy, I'm lonesome.

Hello, Mommy.

Hey, wake up.

Wake up, dear here.

You got me in a fine fit. (SIREN WAILING)

Good morning, Mr. Glick and Missy Beth.

Not Missy Beth.

Who is she?

Never saw her before in my life.

She's dead.

She's been stabbed.

Ah, just like a lady or program.

Episode number seven.

Strange lady killed in

gentlemen's apartment.

Who done it?

He's untrue, Grandmother Warren.

Well, that's the most welcome catastrophe

that ever descended on us.

I warned you against eloping

with that microphone microbe,

you so-called moderns.

You marry so quickly, you don't know your

married name until you

look at your divorce.

Divorce?

That's what I'll do.

Cassidy, you're going to be

a witness in a divorce case.

I catch.

Unknown blonde with somebody's husband.

Known brunette with my husband.

Mrs. Sherman, don't let's

even wait for the elevator.

Murder, very inconsiderate.

Not leave clue or identification.

Oh, those are stripped clean, too.

Oh, to bet killed beautiful lady when so

many ugly ones in world.

We got to move fast.

That certain lady is no good luck charm.

You like to be called police?

Not till I call my lawyer.

Our lawyer make good suspect.

Never know what talking about.

Cassidy.

Here.

Well, hello, chum.

What brings you here

this early in the morning?

I did.

Yeah, she'd heard I'd taken up interior

decorating and thought I

should see the bedroom.

Now, wait a minute, Cassidy.

You don't want to go in there.

The beds aren't made.

It's hard to make

beds with people in them.

I'll take care of this

coast-to-coast chiseller.

Don't go in there, mummy. I'm in trouble.

You're telling me.

And don't call me mummy.

Now, wait a minute.

Who is she?

I don't know who she is or how she got in

my wife's bed or when.

You're a slippery one, all right.

You don't think I killed her.

Well, you certainly don't, do you?

Don't say nothing, Mrs. Sherman.

I'm holding you as a material witness.

I got to call the

commissioner, so don't move.

I couldn't if I wanted to.

Looks like that radio dick halo you've

been wearing has

dropped six inches to a noose.

Hey, now, wait a minute. You can't do this to me. I got a broad-eyed man. I'm going to be a man. I'm going to be a man. I'm going to be a man. Hey, now, wait a minute.

You can't do this to me.

I got a broadcast Wednesday.

Ah, you had a broadcast.

Where's the phone?

A living room.

Oh, you nice detective.

Are you kidding me?

No one kid cops but my master.

Ah.

Ah.

So we really got him.

Gee, I'm glad you're happy.

I thought you were mad at me

this morning and I was so blue.

Mad?

Nah, I'd do anything for you.

Planning that corpse was a great idea.

Sensational, pal.

And the paper knife made it look real.

How'd you ever think of that?

Huh?

After I bring him in,

I'll return the corpse.

Which morgue?

You ought to know who the

morgue you got her from.

Look, quick, quick, quick, kidding, pal.

You-- you planted that girl, didn't you?

Didn't you?

No, you lame brain.

That's no gag.

It's murder.

Murder?

Why hurry up the kitchen?

Too late.

So you'd even bump up a

woman for a radio program.

Lieutenant, there are some times when we

must do things we don't like to do.

Oh.

Afu, take over.

Wait a minute.

What-- what's the idea of playing games?

Always practice

jiu-jitsu before breakfast.

Not hungry yet.

[door opens]

I'll never complain

about an upper birth again.

Fine business resisting an officer.

I brought him in, so I

just had to get you out.

Catch me on probably your 30 days.

I warned you.

Oh, Greg, it's all so simple.

Just like my chicken salad murder.

Which dash will him at possibly being a

vegetarian didn't like?

The chef poisoned my hero because he

complained about the food.

See?

The motive was revenge.

Mommy, you don't look for a motive till

you find out who is it.

That's simple too.

The corpse was a friend of the Wilton's.

Can't get in touch with Alta.

She's away.

Who called Dr. Hillary?

I have the number of his mountain lodge

someplace in my bag.

You know, you're really lucky I'm letting

you work with me on this.

She's ringing.

Maybe the doctor isn't at home.

Maybe he's the murderer.

Uh-uh. He looks too much like one.

It's always the fellow

you least suspect of.

Oh, is Dr. Hillary Wilton at home?

You can reach the

doctor here at lunchtime.

You look tired, doctor.

Matty, if only I could find the virus.

I thought after all that research I'd...

But I'll get it. I've got to.

Where did you get that hat?

It not only doesn't fit you, but you never wear that
shoe. You're not a real person. You're a real person. It's a hat.

It not only doesn't fit you, but you

never wear that shoe to blue.

Heavens, no.

No more than you'd wear a red tie.

It can't be Alta. She hates large hats.

Must be the corpses.

Does Pierre mean anything to you?

Does it?

Sac speaks only to Pierre,

and Pierre speaks only to...

St. Peter.

I'll settle for Pierre.

Well, that hat was bought by...

Miss Kendall.

We never give information

regarding our customers.

If you were not new

here, you'd know that.

Yes, sir.

Will that be all?

Uh, no. My wife would like to buy a hat.

But she insists that you wait on her.

Oh, yes, of course.

After all, there is only one Pierre.

Right this way, please. No, get the Santa Claus gag.

Her card's in the D's.

Now, this dream just matches your eyes,

and you do have the loveliest eyes. My dear madam, you have

my creation on backward.

How's this?

Perfect if you're looking for a gas mask.

Is this better?

Oh, dear.

I have the most terrible

time without my three maids.

Would you mind trying it on for me?

Certainly. Anything to do just a step. I'm not going to do anything. Would you mind trying it on for me?

Certainly. Anything to

do justice to my creation.

Oh, that's lovely, Pierre.

Isn't it?

Oh, let me see if I

can get the same effect.

Of course you can.

No. No, it's not the same effect.

Have your scissors.

Yes, of course.

Feathers are so unfashionable this year.

And ribs.

My Pierre.

Oh, now that's better.

I think just a little bit more off here.

You don't mind?

Oh, certainly not. It's your habit.

I don't think I'll take it.

I'll find something much

nicer in Macy's basement.

Miss Kendall! Everybody! Anybody!

Water, champagne! I'm painting!

Oh, Pierre!

Who is she?

Miss Evelyn Dennis, suite

402, the Abbey Gart Hotel.

Did anybody see us come in?

Nobody ever sees you in mystery stories.

As a writer, you should know that.

The door's locked.

It always is. You should know that, too.

Fast thinking.

Praise from the master, et cetera.

Hmm. Neat little nest?

The landlord doesn't know it yet, but it's for rent. (footsteps)

Miss Evelyn Dennis was pretty cagey.

No diary, not even an

incriminating letter for a clue.

Mmm, nice.

Mmm, look! Emeralds!

Real!

How do you like me now?

Only I love you all the time.

But being so near to you,

and with that perfume on,

why do I get stars in my eyes?

Oh, Greg.

Mommy, I'm knee deep in murder.

And if I don't solve it

before Wednesday, what...

Hey, put the emeralds back.

Oh, but Greg, she

won't need them anymore.

Put them back.

And go in the living room and

play the radio or something.

I gotta think.

Well, I can't think what the radio is on.

Well, it's my turn now.

If this is a clue, it's on me.

(footsteps)

(indistinct chatter)

And that's the latest news from Europe.

Stay tuned to this station for further...

I think your father's on there, Mommy.

I think you.

Flash, by means of dental work,

the body of the beautiful brunette,

murdered by a paper

knife in the Lafayette Arms,

has been positively

identified as Joan Adams,

a former actress living at the Children's

Hotel on 34th Street.

Joan Adams. That's a pretty name.

Yeah, but we're in

Evelyn Dennis's apartment.

Let's get out of here before

you arrest her, how brachy.

Police are searching for Greg Sherman,

famous radio detective,

who disappeared after

the body was found by...

Cassidy.

Come on, Mommy, let's move it fast.

(knocking)

What is it?

Oh, pardon me, Mr. Miller.

I didn't know anyone was in.

Here's that package you ordered.

Thanks.

Oh, thank you.

Why, Mr. Miller.

And my favorite, champagne, too.

No time for cracks.

Come on.

Just a minute.

Evelyn Dennis, huh?

Miss Dennis, I hereby

present you with this summons

to appear in Judge Oliver Bay's court in

the morning of Friday next to 10 a.m.

or be saddened for contempt of court.

I thought for a minute

you was going to deny it.

Me seeing you come out

of your apartment, too.

Say, I'm so clever, I'm going after that

Sherman guy's job on the radio.

Well, good day to the both of you.

It's a good thing I don't

broadcast on television.

The only picture I ever had taken was

that wedding picture

your grandmother has.

What do we do with this?

Just so our erstwhile

hostess knows who's suing who.

A beautiful hat clue all shot.

Well, what now, Gee, is...

That Galapia at arms.

The housekeeper said the police had

called Dr. Wilton about the murder

and that he was

returning to his apartment.

We've got to get to him before they do.

That's really the scene of the crime.

Where the murderer always returns.

Well, go to our own

apartment. We can watch from there.

Solving murders isn't as easy as it

sounds on the radio.

Not by a kilowatt.

I'm so hungry I could even eat roasty

toasties and enjoy indigestion.

I wish I'd taken a

mountain climbing as a child.

Those back stairs were terrific.

Half as bad as they paint fumes.

Be it ever so jumbled,

there's no place like home.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(screaming)

- Ah, who?

- Oh, angel's voice sound like master's.

Is master.

- Oh, cut it out.

- Ah, just like the lady who

programmed episode number one,

"Case of Hidden Hand."

Smart lady, your dick not suspect.

- I suspect you

better make yourself useful

and go and see if Dr.

Wilton comes into his apartment

while I drink my lunch.

- How long does one live

after your heart stops beating?

- Mrs. Wilton, come down the hall.

- Arthur.

- Hello, Greg.

Where's Ben?

Oh, there you are, darling.

I'm terribly sorry to be

home ahead of schedule,

but you know I had

the most atrocious time.

This way to lose your friends has been

cooped up with them,

and then the captain was so seasick,

he made the yacht do a rumor,

and it was time for all

ashore and could get ashore.

Hang over, dear?

Oh, well, it must be the

fumes of this ghastly paint.

Well, my bags are still down in the hall,

so I'll just run out to a teller

till your place is finished.

Well, what are you two

both looking so solemn about?

- Arthur, do you know Joan Adams?

- Ever since we were in high school, why?

- Dr. Wilton just come from apartment.

- Hillary, how am I?

- I'm sorry I can't be of

more help to you, lieutenant.

If you need me again,

you'll find me at my laboratory.

- Okay, the commissioner

wants me to stick here,

but Sherman ain't got

much chance of getting back

with the buildings surrounded.

- Dr. Wilton.

- Hello, Sherman.

- I want to talk to you inside.

- Please set, you're living in Arifond.

- Hillary, please come in.

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry. - I'm sorry, I'm sorry. - I'm sorry. - I'm sorry. - I'm sorry. - Hillary, did you say police?

- Unfortunately, yes.

- Don't you know?

- No, what?

- Joan Adams was murdered

last night, and in your bed.

- Smelling's hot.

- Water, gallanteep,

bling-tooth, double quick.

- Though that won't help now.

Her heart's bad.

The shock of losing her best friend.

I'll give her a heart stimulant.

She'll be all right

after a day or two in bed.

- Well, you can't take

her back to that bed.

- No, no, regaining consciousness there--

- She better take her to a hospital.

- That's an excellent idea.

I'll call the hospital now.

- What's the

three-letter word for policeman?

- Search me.

Or is that smart, or wouldn't be a cop?

- Cop, that's it.

Yes, sir?

That call came from

the Sherman apartment.

(knocking on door)

- Master, write about phone call.

Almost see whites of eyes.

Can shoot?

- Sure, I'm not in enough trouble.

Come on, fire escape.

- Oh, with every leash

you'd go a parachute.

(door opens)

- Come on.

(screams)

Cassidy, no, you are in building.

Come down this hall now.

Suggest very quick scram.

This way.

- It's dark in here.

- How about the love light in my eyes?

(suspenseful music)

(gasps)

Shh!

(suspenseful music)

- I think I'll go try again.

- Yeah, tell Cassidy I'm here.

- Oh, I get your pain in episode two.

- You know, Greg, I

am worried about Alta.

But if you think I'm not

serious enough about you,

it's because I know you

didn't kill that girl.

- Everybody else thinks I did.

I'll have a fine time

proving different and locked up.

Uh-oh.

- We're cut off.

- At every exit.

(men speaking in foreign language)

- Hey, hey, hey.

(men speaking in foreign language)

- If that hasn't anything to do with

getting us out of here,

I'm in favor of it.

How many of you do you

suppose killed Joan Adams?

- Oh, here's our laundry.

- Why was she killed?

- The stuff we have in

the Wilton apartment.

Our fool must have--

- Oh, Beth, I don't care

at all about our laundry.

- I do.

What does J.A. mean?

- Joan Adams,

she probably dropped it in the apartment.

So what?

- So here's another exactly like it.

Initials E.D., catch on.

- Evelyn Dennis?

- The same perfume's on both.

Remember at the avigard?

You liked it.

- Joan Adams is probably her stage name.

- Right, genius.

And you laughed at my ability for years.

- Good give.

- Good give.

- Now why should she have two apartments,

each under a different name?

- Well, maybe Joan Adams or

Evelyn Dennis had two admirers

and didn't want one to

know about the other.

- Right, Sherlock.

One of them got wise,

she hid in the Wilton

apartment and he followed.

- And proved the

paper and eyes can be used

for more than cutting paper.

- Mr. Miller. - Mr. Miller.

- The man with the champagne.

- The man in the photograph.

- Mr. Charles Miller.

I take photograph out of

pocket when not looking.

Suggest we find certain, Mr. Miller,

before truck run out of gas and smart

down the boy out of ideas.

- I can't tell you where I am.

I just want to know one thing.

Are Evelyn Dennis and

Joan Adams the same person?

- My girl just checked

in an old stage who's who.

Adams was a professional name.

- Look, Greg, Lantlk's giving us till

Wednesday afternoon.

He's mad enough to cut his time in half.

And Book Midget's.

Maybe you will solve it,

but I, I gotta see you.

What do you mean you can't take chances?

I, hello, hello.

Hello.

- Ms. Bruns.

- Pack a lunch of sea breeze and clouds.

I'm going on a picnic

with the Invisible Man.

- Five pages of Millers,

and three are Charles Millers.

- That man had pretty

good taste in apartments.

- Oh, I'm way ahead of you.

You can't have a Miller from

the wrong side of the tracks.

- Right.

- You go your half, and I'll get my man.

- Now remember, Mommy,

the Charles Miller may be the murderer.

If you find him, you--

- He'll stop when he sees

the red light in my eyes.

But keep checking

with me or grandmother's.

- I'd rather face the killer.

(suspenseful music)

- Mr. Miller's in the bar.

This way, please.

That's him, sir.

Well, goodnight.

- Goodbye, Mr. Miller.

- I'll take care of that for you.

- Thanks, Mr. Miller.

- Mr. Miller?

- Yes?

- I'd like to talk to

you about a certain lady.

- You're covering a lot

of territory, aren't you?

- Evelyn Dennis.

- Ms. Dennis?

- Yes, yes, of course.

- Charming girl. - She's a very good girl. - Charming girl, how about a drink?

- Thanks.

- Bourbon and soda.

- Make mine a dry martini.

- Ms. Dennis is quite

attractive, don't you think?

- How is she?

I haven't seen her lately.

A matter of fact, I

just know her slightly.

- Slightly?

That champagne you wanted at the Abbey

Garth was delivered okay.

By the way, you have the

same excellent taste and wine

as you have in Brunettes.

- Unfortunately, she was too careful.

She left no incriminating letters.

- Henry, I said dry

martini, not all the moose.

Just what is it you want?

- I want to know where you were between

1.30 and 2 o'clock this morning.

- You'd excuse me if I seem rude, but I

don't see why my whereabouts

should concern you.

- Because between 1.30 and 2 o'clock,

Evelyn Dennis was murdered.

- Stabbed in the back.

- Why?

Why, I can't believe it.

- Well, it's been on the

radio and in the papers all day.

- Well, I wouldn't know.

I've only just returned from out of town.

- Of course you knew

Evelyn Dennis used the name

Joan Adams once she was on the stage.

- No, I didn't even know

she'd been on the stage.

I've only just met her recently, and you

were only Miss Dennis.

- But you knew she

had a second apartment.

- Another apartment?

Why would she do that?

- Possibly because of the other man.

If you both happened to drop into the

Abigaille at the same time,

she might have found the

meeting a bit embarrassing.

- Are you the police?

- No.

But I'm a lot more

interested right now, professionally.

Well, I'm afraid I can't be of much help.

You'll excuse me. I'll go to my room.

- Boy, take my bags to

my car, will you please?

- Just pick up my transportation at the

desk before the 8 o'clock plane.

- Right.

- Officer.

- Follow that car.

- Reese.

- Nobody's missing

with that pommel dress.

- Listen, I'm going in there. - Yes, sir.

- I said pommel dress.

- I thought they acted kind of peculiar.

They want to hurt the

radio a little while ago.

- But you didn't see them after you drove

them back to the Lafayette Arms.

- No, sir. I was out front in an hour.

They was good fare.

- All right, son.

- That's all.

- You haven't even brought in this much.

The city's finest.

The city's dumbest.

- Now, how can we find Sherman when we

don't know what he looks like?

There ain't no pictures.

And besides, Cassidy is the only--

- Don't mention that lame brain to me.

Ah, a social caller.

You're too late for dinner

and too early for breakfast.

Get out.

- Okay, Commissioner, but here's a

picture of Sherman I got from Mr.

Sherman's grandmother.

- What's torn off?

- The girl. You was

only interested in Sherman.

- She's with him.

Didn't you ever hear "Shashay La Femme"?

- No. Where's the plane?

- Ah, skip it.

Have copies made

immediately for all the force.

Now, he can't go home.

He can't get to his car.

So give his

description to all taxi drivers.

We'll double the reward.

I'll get that Sherman or...

start selling brushes

from house to house.

- My wife will take one.

- Thanks.

- Oh, Grandma Warren.

You've spoiled our

beautiful wedding picture.

- I consider it my duty and pleasure to

contribute anything

detrimental to that killer-wort killer.

He's completely insane.

The last time he called up, he said he'd

just ordered three new cars,

a country estate, a yacht, and

four life insurance policies.

- The millers must have

talked faster than he did.

When the police find him,

you can use that insurance.

- Oh, Grandma.

- Greg.

If he comes here, I lock up the silver.

- Yes?

- You found him.

- I don't know where you'll get him,

but tell our food or bring me some

evening clothes right away to Maxime's.

- Oh, what clothes?

- Maxime's?

- I knew he was mad.

Murders a woman and wants

to dress up and go dancing.

- Where are they?

- Here, genius.

- You shouldn't have come, Bobby.

- I left you alone last

night, and look what happened.

- Howdy, Grandpa Warren.

- Howdy, Grandma.

- She sure hated to give up that suit.

It's all she has left

to remember Grandpa by.

- This guy's really good.

Even a fool's so much I know, boy.

- I'm sorry, Grandpa.

- I'm sorry. - I'm sorry. - I'm sorry. - I'm sorry. - I'm sorry. - You know, if we make any more quick

changes, we can go on to Vodeville.

- Oh, really?

- They sure look young for their age.

- I've got the thrill that

lies within a little kiss.

Even more than this, joys I never knew.

I've learned them all from you.

- I'm sorry, Grandpa.

- I'm sorry, Grandpa. - I'm sorry. - I'm sorry. - I'm sorry. - I'm sorry. - I'm sorry. - I'm sorry. - I'm sorry. - I'm sorry. - I'm sorry. - I'm sorry. - From you.

I've learned the happiness

that love alone can bring.

Every little thing that I say...

- When you get to a handkerchief, a dime

and a key, that's all

there is, slight fingers.

- Mr. Sherman, I ain't seen you since I

stole for you on the Wickersham case.

Oh, excuse me, ma'am.

Fingers kind of keep

getting the old itch.

Lovely friends we have, darling.

Maybe he could filch me a mink coat.

- You know a guy named Reesee?

- Reesee?

Well, sure, I worked for him since him

and me turned honest.

He owns a joint.

You want to take you to him?

His office is right down that hallway.

- No, no, we'll find him ourselves.

- Table for two.

- No, thanks.

We'd like to see Rita and Renaldo first,

old friends of ours.

- The corridor to the right, sir.

Dressing room three.

- Thank you.

- Say, did you call that fella Sherman?

- Yeah, and he's a swell guy.

- Get me the police.

- Maybe there's a secret

panel and we'll drop into a pit.

- I like to meet people after they knock.

- I see you already met Miller.

- All that, Skybo.

- Moblingo for gun.

- Come in.

- I know all the tricks.

Oh, you poor man, did he shoot you?

- No, lady, I got this shaving.

- You'll be okay, Reesee.

The next time, you as a safety raiser.

- Thanks, Doc.

Buy yourself a drink.

- A C note?

You sure must be thirsty.

- In the corner, John.

- John?

I thought all gangsters

were named Trigger or Spider.

- What do you know about Miller?

- That's what I was going to ask you.

- I never saw the bird before,

until he took a pot

shot at me and beat it.

- He was a good friend of Joan Adams.

- For your information,

Joanie didn't have any

good friends except me.

- Oh, yes, she did.

She had another

apartment at the Abbey Garth

as Evelyn Dennis, where Mr. Miller was a frequent visitor.

- Is that right?

A dirty little two-timer.

I'm glad she was bumped off.

Played me for a chump, huh?

Say, who are you?

And why the trick get up?

- Greg Sherman.

- Oh, the radio detective, huh?

Did you do it?

- No, I wouldn't be

walking in here if I had.

I thought it was Miller,

and he evidently thought it was you.

- Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you,

but I didn't kill Joanie.

Maybe I should have,

but I was right here in this house. - What is it?

- Cassidy, just come

in with some buttons,

and from the start of their conversation,

they ain't looking for no table.

- All right, through here.

- See?

Yeah, it's a secret panel.

Now the pit.

- Thanks, Gracie.

- I'm sorry, but I'm not going to do it.

- I'm sorry, but I'm not going to do it. - Well, I'm sorry. - Well, I'm sorry. - Well, I'm sorry. - Well, I'm sorry. - Well, I'm sorry. - Well, I'm sorry. - Well, I'm sorry. (footsteps)

(somber music)

- Someone's coming down the hall.

- If it's the bellboy

with more champagne,

here's where we came in.

- It could be Cassidy.

- Shh.

(somber music)

- What are you thinking?

- Shh.

(somber music)

(somber music)

(gunshots)

- Oh.

- What's the matter, you shot?

- I'm either dead or somebody's holding

my feet to the floor.

- It's Miller.

- Who was the other person?

- We'll find out if we go in there.

- Huh?

- You want to play detective?

- I thought I heard it lock.

We'll have to break it down.

What are you knocking for?

Expect him to open the door?

Here, give me that.

Hold this.

You all right, Sherlock?

- Oh, fine.

(gunshots)

That was me, finger twitched.

(gunshots) - I'm sorry. (gunshots)

(somber music)

(gasps)

(sighs)

(gasps)

- You sound as though you

were under an oxygen tent.

- I wish I were.

- It's only the wind.

There's nobody on the forest,

Gabriel, in the alley below.

There's our answer.

A wise girl at a side entrance.

- You mean the way the murderer went?

(crowd chattering)

- Maybe we can catch up

with him, or her, if we hurry.

- You hurry.

I'll slow down.

(sighs)

When I get my breath, is it

polite to ask where we're going,

or is that just yours and Afu's secret?

- Maxine's.

- You don't think Recy killed Miller?

- I do.

- That lovely

gangster that let us escape?

- Yeah, after we played saps until America was gone,

he played saps and told him

everything he wanted to know.

He figured Miller would

go back to the Abbey Garth

and destroy all the evidence against him.

- Just goes to prove that when a man

makes another man jealous,

he gets a bad tip.

- Not to mention a .38.

- Extra! Recy arrested!

Recy held by DA Piper! Extra!

- Hey, Aunt Phu, get me an extra.

- See, my China boy

always anticipate masters once.

- What does it say?

- It's too dark.

He can't read

anything with the headlines.

- The cops must have caught Recy coming

out of the Abbey Garth.

- If those dopes and blue

are working that fast now,

there'll be no radio program.

- Stop by light.

Can't leave now.

Me really interested.

- Discovered two hours ago with a fresh

bullet wound in his arm,

for which he refused to give explanation,

Recy was arrested and held for further

questioning by the district attorney.

- Arrested two hours ago?

And he couldn't have killed Miller.

- Well, who was in that bedroom?

- Great Colonels of

Wheat. Sherman's done it again.

Why does he have to run

around killing strangers?

- Oh, I'd gladly sacrifice my life.

If he broadcast first

tonight. Oh, am I unhappy.

- Radio station called Mr. Lanek by

canceling your time,

if you don't tell him what

you're going to do tonight.

- What am I going to do?

- The office is still filled with those

acts that gave auditions.

Only five o'clock

break will come through.

- Quiet, peasant.

What am I going to do?

I'm going to put them all on the radio station. - You?

- I'm going to put them all

on, including the animal acts.

Only I won't be there

to see the massacre.

- Your sister will never forgive me for

neglecting her so long.

- Almost at St. Albans Hospital.

- Darling, hell is it?

The physician's hospital.

- Yes, but we're going to St. Albans.

- But I've told you it's quite

impossible to see Mrs. Wilton.

She's in a serious condition and Dr.

Wilton has forbidden all visitors.

- Well, as Dr. Wilton

here, I'd like to speak to him.

- Yes.

- How did you know Al was here?

- I remembered the phone

call from the apartment.

- Genius, you're terrific.

I am glad you're working with me.

I'm trying to locate

an intern, Mr. Wilburn.

- Detective Lieutenant

Cassidy to see Dr. Wilton.

Official business.

- Lieutenant Cassidy, doctor.

- I thought you said a

man and woman to see.

- I ran into something important, doctor.

Oh, doctor.

The watchman found this emerald necklace

in the switch box of

your apartment building.

- Our apartment? Those

emeralds were at the Abbey guard.

- What's that to do with me?

- Well, I figured the Adam's girl was

killed by a burglar who got scared,

hid it, picked it up later.

Nobody in the Lafayette Arms

reported any missing jewels.

- But that's not my wife's.

- You see, it belongs to

the Adam's girl. What was?

Now, just identify it, will you?

Then all I gotta do is buy some new art

supporters and find the burglar.

- I couldn't do that.

You see, I only knew Miss Adam slightly.

- How about the missus? They

was bosom friends, you said.

- Oh, Mrs. Wilton's far

too ill to be disturbed.

In fact, if you'll excuse me, Lieutenant,

I must be getting back to her.

- Yeah, but, doctor, I

gotta find out about it.

- Yes, but my wife's health is far more

important than an emerald necklace.

- You'll understand.

Good night, Lieutenant.

- No, I don't

understand, but good night, doctor.

- Now's your chance, Sherlock.

Delay Doctor Wilton as long as you can.

- Oh, Doctor Hillary.

- Mrs. Sherman, what are you doing here?

- I'm ill, dying. Look.

- Well, that's perfect, my dear. There's

nothing wrong with you.

- A doctor? Doctor.

Doctor, I have a fever.

Doctor.

Oh, you must be the new intern.

Doctor McEwen wants you to go to patient

202 and remove the stitches.

- But, but I, uh...

- Don't be nervous, Doctor.

Poor Mr. Welburn's been

operated on so many times.

This is all the fun he has.

- Well, why don't you give him a big time

and put in a zipper?

- Well, could you suggest

someone would be able to...

Oh, I've really got them. - Well, I'm not sure. - Well, I'm not sure. - Well, I'm not sure. - Oh, I've really got them.

- She's gone.

- Soap my hiccups.

- Hello, Doctor.

I just dropped in to

have a chat with your wife.

- She's not here.

What are you doing in that cook's jacket

when we have nothing here to cook?

- I can't understand it.

She was here just now

when I was cold downstairs.

- You sure about that?

- Why don't you stop covering up for your

wife and tell us the truth?

- What do you mean?

- Craig, that's rude.

- I was dumb.

Not realizing that phony faint Alta

Beaulieu was merely a smart

way of avoiding questions.

- Are you suggesting my

wife killed her best friend?

- Alta killed Joan Adams.

Why, I don't know.

She also killed Charles Miller last night

at the Abbey Garth when she went there to

steal that necklace.

- That's ridiculous.

Alta in the same room

with me and not saying hello.

- That's why you refused to see visitors.

Why you stayed so close to the room so no

one would know she was gone.

- Oh, there's no use pretending.

Alta did disappear from here last night.

But she's been

mentally ill for a long time.

One of her delusions was that Miss Adams

was in love with me.

She grew so insanely jealous that she

even doubted my fidelity,

telling us both she was

going on this yachting trip.

She watched the Abbey

Garth to see if I went there.

Well, of course I didn't, but you can't convince a torturer. When Alta saw Miss

Adams come to our apartment,

she thought it was to

keep her rendezvous with me.

Well, the rest you know.

She confessed during her rational spell

when I first brought her here.

- Must have hit you pretty hard.

- Well, yes, it did.

But I loved Alta, and

I tried to protect her,

even though murder was involved.

But now, well, now she's gone.

- Oh, dear. - I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - I'm sorry. - I'm sorry. - I'm sorry. - But now she's gone.

- Oh, don't you worry.

You can come and live with us.

I'll take care of you.

- My compliments, Doctor.

Even Berenmore couldn't

have put on a better act.

Alta hasn't gone.

- Alta, you've come

right in all that night air.

- Oh, I forgot she's a murderous.

- She's no murderous.

And she can't come in because I carried

her there five minutes ago,

unconscious.

You fell into my trap because you thought

Alta had come out of her coma

and escaped.

You didn't bring Alta here to protect

her, but to protect you.

You kept her doped with

narcotics so she couldn't talk.

That's why you gave her that

hypodermic when she fainted.

She knew you killed Joan Adams.

- Why would he kill Joan Adams?

- Because he thought that

woman in bed was his wife.

- I did intend to kill Alta.

- And I asked him to

come and live with us.

- My wife was untrue.

I put detectives on a trail.

And when they gave me a report of this

supposed yachting trip,

I'm evil by greatest

discovery in medicine.

I love my wife.

But she was torturing

me, ruining my work,

destroying my contribution to mankind.

Soon, my antitoxin will do great things.

It'll destroy jobs in

the human body instantly.

But unfortunately, in its

present form, it's deadly poison.

- Well, can't you do something?

- We don't know how to treat her until

the chemist finds out

what type of poison it is.

- Well, tell him to hurry, please.

- It's too late.

- Oh, Mommy.

Mommy, please don't die.

I'll get you that mink coat.

I'll get you three mink coats.

- I'm getting none.

I can't see you.

Greg, where are you?

- Doctor, I'm not a doctor.

- And this is not poison.

It distilled water.

- Huh?

- Wilton did it to escape.

- Your voice is getting fainter.

Goodbye, darling.

- Mommy, you're all right.

It was nothing but water.

- Oh.

- What?

- Why doesn't somebody

tell me these things?

- Well, we got 15 minutes to get to the

broadcasting station.

- You'll find an odd woman on the porch.

She won't talk back when spoken to.

- Well, I know Greg will show from

somewhere you've got to wait.

- The air never waits.

Mr. Landeck has the program all set.

What a program.

The only thing we're

missing is Mrs. O'Leary's cow.

- Well, Greg can't do this to me. I got 10% of a year's contract. - Lucky you, I only got 40 seconds. - I've asked you a million times.

How did you know it was Wilton?

- Roasty Toasty's is

going to pay me to tell that.

- Please tell us a lot.

- Oh, hello, Mr. Sherman.

Come in, please.

- Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

You're listening to station XOM.

- The Roasty Toasty's program,

the cereal that can't be

eaten but can be beaten.

Uh, vice versa.

Greg Sherman speaking.

You surprised?

- Get me out of here.

- The murder not only knocked on my door,

it moved in with me

and followed me around.

Evelyn Dennis, also known as Joan Adams,

was killed by accident.

- So now he's trying to pull an alibi.

Let's go get him.

- The innocent victim of a murder so clever

that only one small

detail kept it from being

the perfect crime.

The killer stole an emerald necklace from

Joan Adams' apartment

and hid it in a switch box in a hotel

where her body was found to make the

motive look like robbery.

- Even Cassidy knew that much.

- What?

Emeralds are green, and

Joan Adams wore a blue hat

the night she was murdered.

No woman would combine those two colors.

Now, a man might not think of that.

A woman should have.

Our confessed killer is a man.

His name is--

[gunshots]

[screaming]

[gunshots]

The killer is Dr. Hillary Wilton.

[chatter]

[thunder]

[thunder]

[thunder]

[sigh]

- Get out of the way.

[chatter]

[thunder]

[chatter]

[chatter]

- The cold China boy, the cold.

- Chinese almonds to you.

- As usual, the

police arrived in the scene

after the killer had been captured.

- I hope.

We'll accept that extra bonus.

- Okay.

- Mr. Greg Sherman?

- Yes.

- $4,500 for three mink coats.

C-O-D.

- Well, darling, it was your idea.

- Oh.

- Next Monday night at the same time,

you'll hear from Beth and Greg Sherman,

radio detectives and crimes

the police couldn't solve.

And if no one commits one by that time,

we really will.

Good night, everybody.

[dramatic music]