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THE MISSING JURY

There's not much left of him, Joe.

Yes, I tried to stop, but I had no chance.

The car was just in the middle of the tracks.

Did you see how many were inside?

Just that guy over there, from what I could see.

He was in the seat car front,

...as if there were fainted or something.

I see you keep digging your grave with knife and fork, Willard.

It must be pretty deep already.

Enjoy a good breakfast, and thus do a better job,

...is digging my grave with knife and fork

As you have very well observed, Mr. Keats.

Let me recommend something like that.

Maybe one of those breakfasts with Wally's steak...

...could make you a better journalist.

What do you think, Mr. Keats? It would only take me a minute.

Ya, I know, Wally, and 30 seconds eat it

No, thanks, give me a black coffee.

Just someone with the body of a man,

...the soul of a rat and the brain of a dinosaur,

...would think about filling his belly at this time of the morning.

But of course, don't get me wrong, I like all editors, especially the fat ones.

Now that I don't work for him anymore.

That's it, Wally.

Mr. Keats has retired of the ordinary staff,

...now he has his own office and reports directly to the editor.

Ah, success!

What this ingrate gargantuates Try to say, Wally,

...is that the former reporter of events from the Record Herald,

...that is, myself, it is now a dedicated writer.

I set the schedule, I choose the topics,

...not to mention that I choose to my own boss.

More coffee.

Your exclusives are great about the Wharton case.

More news was coming about him in the morning papers.

One member says here, Jason...

Jason Sloan, well-known manufacturer of leather goods, who died last night...

...when his car was hit by a train at the Chesterville crossing.

Mr. Sloan was a member of the famous jury in the Wharton trial,

...and he is the second of that group...

...who suffers an accidental death in the past month.

Hey! That's exactly what it says here!

That's how it has to be, Wally. I wrote it myself.

And what's more, I just came of the Morgue.

I love the Morgue.

Joe, I'm trying to eat breakfast. Stop talking about the Morgue.

And I was about to offer you an exclusive,

...one of the best stories never written.

It has horror, suspense, the dangerous sudden death...

...mysteriously emerging of the night

on his unsuspecting victims.

Foolishness!

See, Wally? It just so happens that I know that Jason Sloan is not the second...

...of the members of the jury who have died recently. He is the fourth.

That?

The possibilities of these types of stories should be obvious to an editor.

-Joe! - Don't you see the headlines?

Revenge beyond the grave.

The members of the jury invaded by fear.

Cut the acting already!

What is that four dead jurors?

- And the fifth is missing. - Come on! We'll talk about it in my office.

Put what I owe you on my account, Wally.

And that includes my coffee.

I see it all as a series of articles:

The jury with the curse of the dead

Four have died, who will be next?

Come on, let's make it happen.

And here we have the jury from Wharton.

The first to fall was Baxter, then Wenstead,

after Lewis, Now Sloan,

...with this Channing gone. Headline: Who will be next?

That's a good approach.

The Wharton case is in more newspapers

than any other judgment in the last 10 years.

What if someone is trying to liquidate to the entire Wharton jury?

No, wait a minute.

The fact that four jury members

who wrongly condemned to Wharton...

...of murder have died so accidental in these six months,

...it is of human interest, we will sell a lot of newspapers,

...but don't make a fool of yourself by insinuating that you have a particular conviction...

...of what is going to happen tomorrow. - Okay, it was just an idea.

you already know me and my hunches.

Give me the material as soon as have it ready.

By the way, could I have a dictaphone?

What's wrong with dictating to a secretary?

No. Mr. Apple. He already knows what he's dictating

to a beautiful secretary my mind starts thinking.

And a beautiful secretary who take dictation...

I know. Her mind scatters.

Well if she wants to stop Now that there is a rush...

No...

Once again, the tragic story by Harry J. Wharton...

...makes its way through the pages of this newspaper.

Harry Wharton, a rich young man of our city,

...was tried for the murder by Marie Chapelle.

Convicted by a jury of his equal and sentenced to be hanged...

...for a crime he did not commit.

Marie Chapelle was a beautiful flower without job or benefit.

She was from a different stratum. social than Harry Wharton,

...but somehow, there was captivated the young man.

Then one night...

Marie.

Wake up!

Who is there? Who is there?

But Harry Wharton was convicted for a crime he had not committed.

HARRY WHARTON CHARGED WITH MURDER

Mr. George Szabo.

The Prosecutor uses George Szabo as a surprise witness...

...to place you in the scene of crime.

Do you know anything about him?

I don't think he's seen him before.

Mr. Szabo, am I to understand that he heard the fatal shots?

Yes sir. He was outside the apartment when I heard the shots.

Miss Marie Chapelle, the deceased, She hired me to hit Mr. Wharton,

...to follow him. That's what I dedicate myself to, I am a private detective.

Mr. Szabo, why did Ms. Chapelle to follow Mr. Wharton?

Marie, Miss Chapelle She feared that she would abandon him,

...that she didn't keep her promise of marriage.

I protest!

HARRY WHARTON TESTIFIES TODAY

THE ACCUSED TAKES THE STAND IN THEIR DEFENSE of him.

Mr. Wharton, did he or he did not fire the shots

that ended with the life of Marie Chapelle?

I didn't do them.

Was there any reason why Would you like the death of the young woman?

None at all.

Now, tell us in his words, Mr. Wharton,

...exactly what happened and where the night the crime was committed.

I was having dinner at Athletic Club and...

- What time was that? - I would say it would be 8:15 or 8:45

THE HARRY WHARTON JURY KEEP DELIBERING

Know? I would like that poor man Guys give him a break.

And I mean it. - He doesn't even have a chance.

He has enough against Wharton to hang up on him twice.

Yes, maybe so.

But there is something too easy in this case.

Here they come.

Stand up, please.

Sit down.

Order in the room.

Let the accused stand up and stand in front of the jury.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, Have they reached a verdict?

Yes, Your Honor.

The usher will read the verdict.

We, the jury, find the accused guilty of the charges.

Attention, we want to ask to the entire jury, his Honor.

The usher will ask everyone.

- Jerome K. Bentley, is this your verdict? - Yeah.

-Peter Jackson, is this his verdict? - Yeah.

But if I...!

I am innocent!

- Emily Staggler, is this your verdict? - Yeah.

- Charles Wenstead, is this your verdict? - Yeah.

- Abby Nordick, is this your verdict? - Yeah.

- Alice Hill, is this your verdict? - Yeah.

Guilty, guilty, guilty.

Those words seemed to be recorded on fire in Wharton's mind.

- Hello. - Hello, little cherry blossom.

Just in time for first delivery.

Take these like a good girl, and tell Falstaff that I go on.

He takes a long time to hang a man in this great State of ours.

The sovereign people are careful. He doesn't want to make mistakes.

Friends of Wharton They trusted his word.

Appeals and interviews with the Governor they were useless.

Harry Wharton had been found guilty by a jury of equals.

Twelve righteous men and women and honest they had judged him.

The Law must take its course.

Dominus noster Jesus Christi absolvat, et ego auctoritate...

...ipsius I absolve you ab Omni link excommunicationis,

...et interdicti, in quantum possum, et tu indiges.

Deinde ego te absolve a peccatis tuis,

...in nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen.

Why don't they hang up on me?

What are you waiting for?

Hang me! Hang me!

I guess he was the only one who followed believing in Wharton's innocence.

With nothing more solid than a personal hunch,

...continued to stay up to date and even fighting.

So the night before Harry Wharton out hanged,

...went to Wally's Grotte.

Hello, Mr. Keats.

Hello, Mr. Szabo.

Give me my coffee.

I've been looking for him.

I thought I could do it an interview.

He already knows, something about feelings of a man whose testimony...

...he put the rope around from someone's neck,

the night before that guy be hanged.

I don't give interviews.

I don't know what his game is, Keats, but let me give you a little advice:

Sticking his nose where he shouldn't, he will get a hole in the head.

Here you go, Wally. He seems a little tense.

He seems very touchy.

WHARTON WILL BE HANGED TOMORROW.

THE CONDEMNED PLAYBOY HE WILL PAY WITH HIS LIFE for him.

Now they have given me,

...I am mortally wounded.

-Who was it, Szabo? Who shot him? - The very dirty traitor.

This is the way he pays me.

I know too much, see? But the bullets are cheaper than...

How bad am I? - I don't know, George. How does he feel?

- I don't feel anything, I'm numb. - Then I think it's very bad, George.

Is there anything you want to remove? of the chest?

- Yeah. - About Wharton?

Yeah.

They set a trap for him.

Framed by a guy called Gordon Cook.

Framed by Gordon Cook. Marie Chapelle was his girl.

Rat! It was supposed to give me the rest of my pasta tonight.

Hey, I need someone to be witness to this confession.

Then it was a race against the clock.

Only a few hours passed between Harry Wharton and eternity.

There were lawyers to see, deposits to make,

...a last resort appeal hour to the Governor.

The wheels of justice They were going to turn around.

Then, as the gray cold came in in the morning in Harry Wharton's cell,

...the Warden brought him the news of his forgiveness.

Don't you understand, Harry? You are a free man.

Here Mr. Keats has discovered new evidence in his case...

...and the Governor has acted immediately.

Aren't they going to hang me?

They're not going to hang me.

But they have already hung up on me a hundred times.

I am a dead man, one of those living dead.

Every time someone came down those stairs, I went down with him.

I've hung up on so many people already on that scaffold,

...that rope no longer chokes me.

It's funny, isn't it?

- Let's go to my office, Harry. - Wait a moment, Warden.

Did you know that in these cells Is everything done in dozens?

There are twelve bars from the ceiling to the ground.

There are exactly twelve steps to turn the cell around.

The guard goes down twelve steps...

...from above to here.

Everything, everywhere, dozens!

Like a jury! Twelve!

Twelve! Twelve!

The Harry Wharton Story, Dear reader, he deserved a happy ending.

But that wasn't going to be like that.

That man's mind crumbled after those months on death row.

When they released him, he went directly to a hospital for treatment.

For a time, his health seemed to improve.

He received visitors, some from members of the jury that had convicted him,

...eager to amend everything suffering they had caused him.

You have a visitor, Mr. Wharton. Do you want to see him?

- Of course. - I'll tell him to come up.

Oh, now I finish my service.

If you need anything, call the floor nurse.

Thank you, nurse.

I have everything I need.

A few hours later, The nurse heard some strange noises...

...coming from the room from Wharton.

Come on, hurry!

The hospital guards gave hurry and burst into the room,

...but it was of no use.

Exhausted from living in that twilight mental that was his existence,

...Harry Wharton had taken twelve feet of laundry cloths,

...set fire to his room and she had hanged herself.

When the flames were extinguished,

...it was discovered that the burned body by Harry Wharton was unrecognizable.

Harry Wharton had died last.

This time by own decision and by his own hand.

- Good morning, Willard. - Good morning.

Like the first installment, It looks good.

Good looking. Your problem, Mr. Apple It can be summed up in one word:

Worms. - Worms?

Yes, worms. It's full of holes, hurt by jealousy.

No, Joe. I don't want you to give me your impression of the Wharton case.

I want the reader's interest.

The ghost of Harry Wharton haunting to the twelve men who condemned him.

Hey, whose idea is that?

I will personally interview each of those jury members.

I have statements, photos and vital stories.

And from time to time, I will give a good scare to people.

That's the idea! Now you're talking...

Like your journalist Favorite, I know.

And before finishing, I hope you have sued for violation of privacy.

Hey, how about that approach? for advertising?

Let me take care of the exploitation, You just deal with the stories.

Do you want my coffee?

ALICE HILL. ANTIQUES.

I don't want to seem unpleasant, but...

...their attempts to convert a series of coincidences...

...in sensational lies, It's cheap and disgusting.

Just tell me what your reaction was when he read in the Record Herald...

...than five members of the jury They had died accidentally.

Mr. Keats, if he wants I'll repeat it to you, but I didn't read in the Record Herald...

...that five members of my jury had died.

I don't read the Record Herald.

I told him last night, I told him the night before that.

Very well, Miss Hill, what if there is something behind these coincidental deaths?

Trash!

Now he says no, but and whether tomorrow or the day after tomorrow...

...another member dies strange and sudden,

...what would he say then?

I would say, good afternoon, Mr. Keats.

Now, if you don't mind, I have an appointment.

By the way, do you have any recent photo of you?

Those who took him during The judgment is horrible.

I warn you. I will not take part in none of his publicity stunts.

No photos, no interview, no stories.

He makes her life very difficult to a journalist, Miss Hill.

I'm sorry.

A photo of him would have been very nice, to give elegance to the cover.

Can't you spare a photo, though? Is it small, like this size?

Bye bye.

Bye bye.

Don't take it into account. has been in a very bad mood about this whole thing.

Tell him to forget it. She is beautiful. She will get wrinkles if she doesn't do it.

I tell him that all the time, but it's so serious...

It would be said that his conscience There is not a minute of peace...

...since the poor Mr. Wharton hanged himself.

- You'll have to relax. - Oh, Mr. Keats,

...here is something for your personal matters of his.

Hey, thanks!

Oh, Tex, did you call about the ship inside the bottle?

- Well yes, Alice. - Well, goodbye again.

Bye bye.

Bye bye.

Wow, bye!

There is nothing more shameless than a shameless journalist.

Well, I have a tea date.

- With who? - Jerome K. Bentley.

- Who? - He was the president of the Wharton jury.

He wants us to talk about furnishing a old house he bought in New Buckminster.

He called this morning. I have not spoken nor heard from him since the trial.

Well, see you later, Tex. - See you, honey.

I remembered, thanks to an acquaintance of the jury, that he was an antiques dealer.

When I bought my old house, I immediately thought of you.

Very kind of you, Mr. Bentley. We're sure we have things you like.

I can't wait to see his house. - You'll see, Miss Hill.

I promise you. Coming soon.

- Shall we go? - Yeah.

One moment, Lord. He forgets his gloves.

Thank you.

Don't read over my shoulder. He makes me nervous.

Sorry, I resisted to look you in the face.

- What's happening? Hangover? - I haven't drunk for four days.

You must be in love.

Think, maybe we should end with those articles about the Wharton case.

You're crazy? It's the best that we have since the trial.

Yes, cheap sensationalism. Who are we trying to fool?

I've been with those people of the jury.

They are good people, they care of their things, they do their job.

Who has been talking to you?

Forget it, Joe, it's business of journalism

Isn't it? punishing him, suspecting him.

You've been watching too much to that member of the jury.

Look, stop joking about Alice. I'm serious.

Okay, but do me a favor, want?

Go to Wally's. you need a good breakfast. Cheer up!

Why don't you concentrate on your affairs and leave mine alone?

- Hello, Marcy. - Hello.

It's not very focused.

Oh, the things that one woman can do to a man.

The Mayor has been calling you, Mr. Apple, I promised you I would call you.

Oh yes, yes...

A WOMAN FROM THE WHARTON JURY DIES. NO WITNESS TO THE ACCIDENT.

THE CAR LOST CONTROL. SHE WAS DEAD WHEN SHE WAS RESCUED.

Wally, you are an authority in women, tell me something.

I don't know anything about them. She didn't even let them enter the premises.

My friend, you have shown me that you are an authority.

I would ask you for advice hypothetical case.

A friend of mine. This friend, he is interested in a girl.

She never intended it.

She was doing her job, and it happened.

Sorry.

Hello. Oh, hello, Mr. Apple...

Yes, yes, she is here. Your boss, Joe.

Tell him I'm gone to Cochinchina.

Thank you, it seems to have come out a moment ago, Mr. Apple.

Yes, okay, I'll tell you, don't worry.

Joe, he's very upset. He said that another Juror Wharton has died.

This time, a woman. - A woman?

- Was it Alice Hill? -She No she said it.

She just said go to the Morgue as soon as you could.

To the Morgue!

- Hello, Joe. - Hello, inspector.

Very good, Mike.

Name of the deceased: Mrs. Emily Staggler.

Occupation: she is a housewife.

Cause of death: Strangulation.

- Where did they find it, inspector? - On Highway 9.

Someone strangled her there in her own car,

...then he ran over the car and tried to set it on fire.

It didn't burn much since the tank Gasoline was almost empty.

And you and your colleagues are writing those articles about that Harry Wharton...

...who is taking revenge beyond the grave.

- That is. -How does all this make you feel?

Do you mean if I feel like I saw it in a crystal ball,

...predicting the future and all those things?

No. I mean how it feels being responsible for a crime.

Everything was going smoothly, without any surprises,

...and you decided to revive the Wharton case.

So a normal crime case He becomes a homicidal maniac,

...since he suddenly thinks he must avenge a miscarriage of justice.

Calm down, inspector. Don't try to kill me.

There were several members of the sworn what they died...

...before it even started to write the articles. Remember?

Well, those were just coincidences. They died accidentally.

But those red marks on your neck of women, they are not to wear necklaces.

Those are burns of a rope

This woman was hanged before she was run off the road.

Okay, Mike, put it in.

It is ridiculous to think that the stories from a newspaper could inspire...

...someone to go out and start killing to the entire jury for no reason.

What's so ridiculous about it? This is a big city and there are a lot of crimes.

Suggest something like this to a crazy person It's no joke,

...he has become an avenger.

Do you mean that there is no another motive for this crime?

Mrs. Staggler had no not a single enemy.

Excuse me, buddy, I have to make a call.

Read it all! Read it all! Buy the afternoon edition.

The murderer evades the police. Get the afternoon edition here.

The murderer eludes the police. Here he is, Lord, thank you.

The murderer evades the police. Get the afternoon edition here.

Thank you, Lord. Thank you.

Newspaper, gentleman? Thank you, Lord.

Get the edition here p.m.

Read it all, read it all! Get the afternoon edition here!

The killer evades the police! - One moment, please.

Are you Jerome K. Bentley? - Yeah.

I'm Garrett from Homicide.

Inspector Davis said that he had you keep your eyes wide open,

...the Wharton affair has the city quite altered.

I hope you don't mind. - Not at all, agent.

In fact it is very calming.

Boy am I tired!

What's wrong with Mr. Jerome K. Bentley when he suddenly decides...

...that he wants all this shipped tomorrow?

He wants to move to the country as soon as his new house is ready.

You should be happy, Texas, he's the biggest star we've had in months.

Well, I'll be happy when have slept twelve hours.

Now, I'm too tired.

Very good, honey.

There's one thing about Mr. Bentley that It still misses me, and that's why...

...keeps asking me all the things by the dozen.

I wonder why you want twelve things of everything.

- A quarter past twelve. - Don't worry. He's making me nervous.

I'm making him nervous.

How do you think I feel Seeing him standing there...

...chewing his gum while a homicidal maniac surely strangles my girl?

- His girl? -She doesn't know it yet, but she is.

Can't she do something?

-So that it is her girl? - No, to find her.

They told me to watch the house and that's what I'm doing.

He's been watching her for four hours. She's not here.

Nobody knows where she is. - I can guess it easily.

- Yeah? Where? - Crossing the street.

Girls, don't do this to him to Uncle Joe. I worry.

Wow, look who we have waiting at the door, our favorite journalist.

We were working until midnight, Then we decided to come walking.

-Who decided it? - Haven't you heard what happened?

No, we didn't even leave the store to eat.

that policeman at your door house is there because...

...that murderer is trying to kill to all members of the Wharton jury.

Maybe he chose you as his next victim.

Oh, I thought you had already left to dedicate yourself to scaring people.

Here is our fugitive, Regan.

I'm Sergeant Regan, ma'am, we have instructions to monitor his house...

...until the killer is caught. - The murderer?

Mrs. Staggler, who was in the sworn to you, she has been murdered.

Staggler!

Hey, all the way home I had the feeling that we were being followed.

Come on, don't talk nonsense, Tex. Let's go in and make coffee.

Will you have a cup, Sergeant? - You bet you do!

Tex, I must have lost my key. Do you have yours?

Of course, I have it in me impeccable hand, heaven.

Step aside.

Have I been too daring allowed me in?

- Do you know this man? - Yes, it's Mr. Bentley.

He is a client of mine.

I'm sorry, Miss Hill. I saw him enter to the building, but I thought...

It's okay, agent. I know the Mr. Bentley for some time now.

I found the key to the Miss Hill in my pocket,

...and I let myself fall to return it.

I must have taken it by mistake from her table this morning.

Thank you so much. I'm glad to hear it have her back.

I'm always losing it.

She also brought these,

...in case my unexpected visit It would have made her uncomfortable.

Oh, not at all. Thank you.

She already knows Miss Tuttle, and these They are Mr. Keats and Agent Regan.

You will remember Mr. Bentley. He was the president of the jury.

Mr. Bentley, I've been trying get in touch with you.

What a coincidence,

...because I had planned to wear in touch with you, Mr. Keats.

It's destiny, that's what it is. Alice, You've reunited Joe and Mr. Bentley.

Now I'll get some coffee and water, Let's see what comes of all that.

Do you want to help me, Sergeant? - Of course.

Tex, do you want to put this in water please?

Sit down, will you?

It was Joe who got the evidence who saved Harry Wharton.

Yes I know.

I have been reading the recent articles of Mr. Keats with great interest.

In fact, I've been wondering why the police...

...has not provided any type of protection towards him.

- So that? - It just occurred to me that...

...the mysterious killer could decide to make him responsible...

...that his task was more difficult.

No, that's where he's wrong.

This man is evidently a maniac with a fixed idea.

He wants to destroy the jury because They wrongly condemned the wrong man.

He's bound to know it was me who saved Wharton from hanging.

Yeah.

He was thus able to hang himself in a mental sanatorium shortly after.

I must go, Miss Hill.

Oh, don't forget to board my things tomorrow, okay?

Oh, they're already packed. Will you stay for coffee with us?

No, thanks. Would you like to say goodbye of others in my name?

Of course, I regret that be in such a hurry.

- Good night. - Good night.

Don't forget the conversation that we must maintain.

I'm looking forward to it, Mr. Keats.

I'm looking forward to it.

If you ask me, I will answer you The guy seems shameless to me,

...entering your house like this and getting comfortable as if nothing had happened.

Oh, I don't care. It's nice and a very good client.

Besides, he was doing me a favor. - Already.

And he seemed little afraid to walk alone on the street at night.

He was president of the jury, you already know.

Yes I know.

- Quite quiet but very nice. - Oh...

Okay, stop that.

This coffee is so strong that he would be the one who should take me and not the other way around.

Curse! What happened to our little prowler?

Oh, he asked you to excuse him.

Do you want to know a secret?

I think Mr. Bentley is very sweet with a certain young lady.

Oh, Tex, you're talking nonsense.

Well, the truth is that he took off pretty quickly when he saw the other two men.

That confirms my good taste with women.

The ones I've met have feelings. I propose a toast to Mr. Bentley.

Because the murderer never finds out that he likes to take night walks,

...and give bouquets from flowers to beautiful girls.

Good evening, Regan. Watch the chicken coop for me.

I will do it, Joe. that girl from texas It makes very good coffee.

Let's see if she keeps you awake.

Good night. - Good night.

Hello, black magic.

Hey, are you following me?

Look, Negrito, why don't you go go home and stop making me nervous?

- Hello again, Mr. Keats. - Oh, hello, Mr. Bentley.

Can I go with you? I think that We are going in the same direction.

Of course, but I thought that By now I would be in bed.

I have a confession What to do to you, Mr. Keats.

I was waiting for you.

It's funny, back there, I started to feel as if they were following me.

And he says he's been waiting for me all this time.

I guess that makes me in psychic

Everyone is clairvoyant in greater or lesser degree, Mr. Keats.

Well I don't go around with a ball glass, but I have hunches.

When you are always looking for news, you develop a kind of sixth sense.

Maybe I have too developed a sixth sense,

...because I have a hunch, as you call them,

...that the identity of the murderer unknown will be revealed today.

What makes you think that?

- Because I know who the murderer is. - Are you sure?

Reasonably.

If he has any information, he shouldn't hide it from the police, you know.

That makes him an accomplice.

To be a journalist, You are quite naive.

I said I had a hunch.

If you want to join me and see if my hunch is correct,

...I think I would know one unusual story.

At the very least, I can assure you that It will be an interesting experience.

I don't see how I could waste such an opportunity.

Where are we going? When do we start?

We start now.

Taxi!

To Police Headquarters.

Police Headquarters?

POLICE STATION

I come every night at this time.

I like to observe the identification wheels.

Do you hope to find here to our common friend?

Keep the change.

If one attends enough identification wheels,

...one is capable of being anyone.

Do you know what is most I'm interested, Mr. Keats?

No, Mr. Bentley.

This is starting to sound like a Minstrel-style vaudeville.

What interests you most? - While I look at the guys in the wheel,

...I wonder how many evil ones They are released,

...and how many innocent people are found guilty.

That would be enough for one I was awake all night.

Albert Leonard, alias Albert Lichter, alias Albert Link.

Age: 37. Height, five feet seven, Weight: 68 kilos.

Previous arrests: 12. Sentences: 2.

Grand theft, fraud and theft.

William Black, aka... - Night after night...

The endless search continues.

Searching for the proverbial needle in the haystack.

Separating every human straw to find the culprit.

What made you start these night wanderings, Mr. Bentley?

Oh, I don't have a family,

...or businesses that require my attention during the day.

Have you always had these nocturnal habits...

...or acquired them after Was Harry Wharton convicted?

After.

The truth is that I haven't slept since that Mr. Wharton was convicted.

I spend my nights exploring the jungle of this big city.

I find her fascinating. The battle of good against evil.

I could take you places,

...show you things that would surprise you even someone like you.

Maybe later. Don't forget our appointment to meet the murderer.

I don't, dear friend. We have several hours ahead of us.

Let me do one first phone call.

A phone call?

Yes, I always keep reported to the newspaper.

They like to know if I'm working.

It will only be a minute.

Put me through reception.

Who is it? Mac, listen.

Yes, yes, I have heard what you have said.

Jerome K. Bentley he is sick in the head,

...he is going to introduce you to the murderer at the break of day.

I don't know who is crazier, if he for telling you that or you for believing it.

Don't be funny.

I have a hunch that Jerome K. Bentley may be the murderer.

Oh, good luck.

Ya, I thought he would make you sad If he didn't tell you.

This is what I want what you do

Go ahead if you think you can get the story,

...but don't stick your neck into anything tighter than a gallows.

Call every hour so Let us know that you are well.

And he looks, if something were to happen to you, we would bury you with honors,

...on sacred ground.

CULLIES'S STEAM BATHS. OPEN ALL NIGHT.

I never saw a man who looked with eyes so eager...

...that little blue awning that The prisoners call heaven,

...and every cloud that passed with its silver sails.

- Where did you learn that, Cullie? - Mr. Bentley; he taught it to me.

He wants me to recite it to him while I massage his neck.

It's "Ballad of Reading Gaol", by Oscar Wilde.

Go on, Cullie.

"Some kill their love when they are young,

...and others when they are old."

I don't remember that verse, Mr. Bentley.

I like:

"Not every man dies of infamous death...

...on a day of black shame, They don't even put a rope around his neck,

...not a shroud on his face,

...nor does he fall through the ground, feet first, in the void."

It's a nice way to end a night of partying.

Has He brought Me here to tell Me that He comes here every night to get a massage?

That is.

An hour with Cullie, fixes it all for another 24 hours.

- How are you now, Mr. Bentley? - Your hands work miracles, Cullie.

These hands fix stiffness, my mother gave them to me, they sweep away the pain.

It's not the normal class of pain, Mr. Keats.

Starts like a little prick on the back of the neck,

...sometimes after midnight.

After an hour, the pain is so intense that becomes unbearable.

So I come to Cullie. He erases all my pain.

-He hasn't seen any doctor? - That's enough, Cullie.

Thank you.

Why should I see to a doctor?

There is nothing a doctor can do. I know what caused it.

It is known in the medical profession as affinity, or pains of affinity.

I have these attacks nightly

since the night they went to hang Wharton.

They become more and more violent.

- Steam bath, gentlemen? - Thanks, Cullie.

- Can you add extra heat? - Clear!

Hey, this is very good for cook if you're in a hurry.

Just tell me if you find the heat Too overwhelming, Mr. Keats.

If I start to fall the skin, I'll scream.

Ah, I was thinking about the case.

Bentley!

Bentley! Bentley!

Relief!

Bentley!

Bentley!

It was too hot For me, Cullie.

How about you go to the store the corner and bring us a coffee?

- Sure, it's dawn, coffee time. - Thanks, Cullie.

- It'll just be a moment, Mr. Bentley. - Take your time, Cullie.

It smells like there is a steam escape.

Don't stop.

I'll turn off the steam.

You better call to an ambulance.

He is alive.

The steam increased. He was lying on the floor next to the door.

Surely this way he could breathe a little air.

He will be fine.

Let's take him to a doctor so that I can see him.

Sure, Cullie, I'll call hospital emergencies.

Operator. Put me with the emergencies from the hospital, please.

I want to report an accident.

- How are you feeling, doctor? - I'll tell you, doctor.

It doesn't matter. If he can speak, is that it's fine.

I came as soon as The news reached me.

I didn't need to stop breakfast with ham.

Well my little clam steamed,

what is this all about? what did you propose?

You must believe I have a story if you have stopped eating to come.

- Excuse me. - Are you leaving, doctor?

I'll be back a little later.

Well, I want you to get some rest, Joe, take it easy for a few days.

Don't feel bad about losing all the story you were preparing.

If this accident had not happened, you would have had a great exclusive.

Wait a minute, maybe you know What are you talking about, but I'm not.

What happened last night It wasn't an accident.

I was deliberately locked in the sauna by the same man who...

...is trying to kill to the entire Wharton jury.

Joe, Joe... Mac told me about your hunch with Bentley.

Evidently Mr. Bentley I knew what he was talking about...

...when he said that you would present the murderer.

Look, I've been sipping liquid like a bar cloth,

...but I'm starting to believe that you You are wetter than me.

I'm trying to tell you that Jerome K. Bentley is the killer.

You will have problems being able to maintain the charges.

- I caught him red-handed. - No, you haven't.

- What do you mean? - The real murderer has confessed.

That?!

The murderer showed up at the police station this morning and he turned himself in.

The police are now interrogating

- And it's not Bentley? - No.

This guy seems to know all about crimes.

Things that cannot be found out from the newspapers.

It's him, Joe.

It's not Bentley...

Look, Willard, you know that I I have hunches.

I don't know anything about that guy he has confessed, but...

...there is something that smells bad to me.

But, Joe, he knows everything, every detail.

He has to be the murderer.

No one other than the murderer could have the information he has.

Don't swallow that confession. I have to get out of here.

You have to take care of yourself.

What you don't understand is that so soon like those jury members...

...they find out that the murderer has confessed, they will come out of their hiding places,

...they will no longer have protection.

Behave. Do you want me Will they tie you to the bed?

- Someone has to warn them. - No, that's how I like you.

You are my journalist again favorite.

Already.

I guess I got very upset.

Will you fall asleep if I leave you just for a while?

Sure.

I'm already half asleep. - That's how you talk.

A little rest and you'll be back in shape.

I'll see you later.

Close the door, please.

Excuse me, Sergeant. I'm Joe Keats, from the Record Herald.

I want to see Inspector Davis. It's important.

Sorry, Inspector You're busy, Mr. Keats.

What is it about?

I have information about the case Wharton, important information.

Hi Jimmy, let me talk to Inspector Davis, please.

Inspector? Sergeant Lutton.

Joe Keats is here, it looks like he has information on the Wharton case.

Okay, tell him I'm leaving now.

Make me repeat the list of jurors that he has killed.

I'll be right back.

Tell us one more time, Mr. Pierson,

...exactly, in what order did he kill to the seven members of the jury

This guy Pierson doesn't talk as if he were a crazy person.

He is giving us hints and signs of each of the crimes.

I know it sounds like he's crazy, Inspector, I have another hunch.

There is something incongruous in all this matter.

I can't ignore a man who claims to be the murderer and then proves it.

The guys are trying to make him fall apart, but his story is solid.

Meanwhile, the innocent people think you're safe again,

...so they go back to their business.

I would like to take a look to this confessed murderer.

Come and enter.

The last time you talked about Mr. Sloan, you called him Joseph.

His real name turns out Which is Jason.

What difference does that make? Joseph or Jason?

He is just as dead whatever his name is he is called. I tell you again.

I killed them, all seven of them,

...and he was going to kill the rest.

Let me ask you a question, Inspector.

He has named the seven that he killed, Mr. Pierson, and the order in which he did it.

Now tell me the name of the five other members of the jury...

...and the order in which he had planned to kill them.

The other... five?

That's irrelevant! He intended to kill them.

That's what's important.

Who is this?

- It's Mr. Keats. - A lawyer, I don't want any lawyer.

I will defend myself.

He is not a lawyer, he is a journalist. Joe Keats.

Joe Keats!

It's almost like he knows you, Mr. Keats!

I think I've read everything he's ever written. written about the Wharton case.

It was all very interesting too.

Sometimes your assumptions They were true, other times not.

But of course, I'm the only one who He knows everything about the murders.

- Did you read what other journalists wrote? - Oh yes, everything written,

...but his articles were the ones I liked the most.

They were much more vivid.

I see.

I know why he's here.

You want an article, don't you?

And you will have it!

You will have it just before of being hanged!

I'll give you the scoop, Mr. Keats.

I'm more interested in innocence of people who are guilty.

You don't think I killed them, do you?

What more proof do you want?

Very good,

...leave me free.

Let's see what happens to the rest.

Very good, check it.

Okay, Mr. Pierson, let's start again.

Inspector, that guy is crazier than a goat.

Did he see how he stood paralyzed when I asked the name of the other five?

He is a fake, a crazy person. - You may be right, Joe.

I admit that he didn't know how to say the names, and that he didn't recognize you either,

...but I can't take the risk to set him free.

If he's a nutcase, the kids will get him down sooner or later.

Meanwhile, the real killer can take his time choosing another victim

Joe, be reasonable. It could cost me the position if he let her go.

He knows a lot of details, so there is 50% of possibilities that he is the murderer.

And don't forget that the other murderer, assuming there is another murderer,

...he's as crazy as this guy. - What does that prove?

That proves that I can't leave Let that man go...

...when he claims that he is the murderer just because he's crazy, right?

No, I guess not.

Do me a favor, Inspector.

Don't tell the story yet that he has a confession.

If the press finds out, the rest members of the jury will think...

...that there is no longer any danger. - I'll do what I can.

But as a journalist, You had to know how difficult it is...

...keep all this out of it of the general press.

They manage to get out to light the real facts.

I see you now.

WHARTON JURY KILLER CONFESSES TOM PIERSON ADMITS TO SEVEN CRIMES

Peter Jackson.

Jury No. 8.

I would like to talk to him Mr. Peter Jackson, please.

I'm Mrs. Jackson. Mr. Jackson is not here.

Who said he was him? - Joe Keats of the Record Herald.

I don't want to alarm you, Mrs. Jackson,

...but there is a possibility that the man who confessed to his crimes...

...he's a nutcase. The real murderer he may still be free.

Is there any place where Can you make me with your husband?

All I know, Mr. Keats is that she's gone to a country house in Buckminster.

Thank you, Mrs. Jackson.

Mr. Apple's secretary.

Joe Keats, where are you? Mr. Apple has been trying to locate you.

Don't worry about that. Where is the Boss?

Well, you have to find him, Marcy. This is the most important thing.

Yes, that's it, good girl. Call me here.

I'm at Buckminster 2-8.

It's jail. No, I'm not arrested. I'll explain it to you later.

You journalists have given us told a whole story...

...about who it is that die in the streets, right?

Yes that's how it is.

Didn't you want to tell him about that he found the body?

Well, it was the secretary from my boss.

I want to tell you the story directly to my boss.

- Did you guys find it? - No.

Didn't you find the body by Peter Jackson?

No. We did not find the body of Jackson or anyone hanging there.

But I saw him, hanging from a beam.

Well, maybe he got off the hook after you left,

...close all the doors and outside while taking a bath in the river.

We don't have very good taste in jokes here in Buckminster, Mr. Journalist.

Look, I have not dreamed of seeing a hanging body

I came because I was afraid that something might pass to Peter Jackson.

He was one of the members of the Wharton jury.

Hello.

Yes he is here - Is it for me?

What did you say his name was?

Come on, let me talk to him.

I do the talking for now.

Yes, he came about half an hour ago.

He said he found a body hanging in an old house on the outskirts.

We went to investigate but there was no no trace of any body.

I see.

I see, of course, of course.

I will do that.

Until you come. OK.

Lock him up, Ben.

Lock me up? Wait a minute, you can't lock me up Under what charges?

Get in there.

I recommend that you speak with my editor.

I forgot to tell you.

It was his editor he was talking to.

Funny name, Apple.

The name is funny: Apple.

I bet it's a peach!

This came to the store for you.

She was sure it wasn't about work, so I brought it.

Very well thought out, Tex,

...it may be... It's from Joe.

I know my hunches are working at full speed.

What do you have What to say that boy?

He wants to meet me in Glenlock, and let her go alone.

Is that all?

That's all except he says which is very important.

Glenlock? But if that is the halt of halts.

What are you doing? - I'm going to Glenlock.

But it will be very dark for when you arrive.

Better that I accompany you.

I'll be fine. She says go alone must have some reason.

You cross your fingers and don't tell him no one where have I gone.

They are crossed; they will continue like this until you come back.

Hello.

Yes, Mr. Apple.

Alright, I found Joe. He is in a town called Buckminster.

They have him in jail.

Hey, say it again. Buckminster?

That's not what he said his telegram.

Glenlock?

Oh, there must be some mistake.

Hey, I don't like the look of this.

I'll go there right now.

Hello. When speaking.

If you are my editor, I demand to speak with him.

Don't worry, Mr. journalist, he is not his editor.

Forward.

One moment.

Where do you say this was?

Don't hang up.

What has happened?

Clam, Ben Folston, come here, quickly.

Which one did he say he was the name of that guy?

That guy who said he saw hanging at Lacey's house.

Peter Jackson, why?

- We'll go there right away. - Why so much excitement?

Some children have found the body of a man in the river.

The name of that man It's Peter Jackson.

I had cards that said He was dedicated to real estate business.

There might have been someone hanging in that house just as he said.

This is a job for the sheriff!

Well I'm glad you finally sanity has come to you.

And now what if will you let me get out of here?

Hello. Put me with the sheriff, want?

Hurry up with the phone, want?

I have an important call to do.

Hello.

Yes, Joe.

He's on his way there.

He went to pick up Tex. They drive to meet you.

Hand me your typist.

Fingerprinter? Joe Keats, take note:

"Today, another member of the jury Wharton is dead.

While the metropolitan police It centered on a nutcase...

...who claimed to be the murderer, the real one struck again."

This is an informative preview about the Wharton jury case;

Police have issued a wanted notice for Jerome K. Bentley,

...president of the jury condemned Harry Wharton.

Police believe it continues around New York.

Bentley is believed to be the responsible for...

- Is anyone coming to pick you up, Madam? - Yes, thank you, waiter.

Thank you, Madam.

Joe, I was starting to get scared.

I'm so glad to see you.

Joe?

Joe, where are you?

Harry Wharton! - Don't be so surprised, Miss Hill.

I'm really Harry Wharton. I'm not a ghost.

Or do you prefer me like Jerome K. Bentley?

-So Joe was right. - Joe can tell I'm dead.

Legally. I hanged myself on the sanatorium, remember?

It is Jerome K. Bentley whom look for the police.

Had she forgotten her? I promised to show him my new house.

She will especially interest you the living room.

It has a roof with transoms.

She already knows,

...you can hang things of the crossbars.

They don't answer in Glenlock. He is a little away from everything.

The station is only open at certain hours.

There will be no one until tomorrow in the morning.

If something happens to that girl...

Long distance. I want to put a call to Buckminster,

...I don't know the number, but it's about from the local jail.

Yeah.

Oh, it's you.

Marcy told me about Jackson.

Yes, history will be in the street in a few minutes.

I know I am.

Yes, yes, whatever you want to call me.

But I'm calling you regarding Alice.

She received a cable to meet you in a place called Glenlock.

Didn't you send the telegram?

Well, we'll go there, as soon as as possible.

Come on.

Now she knows why she asked all things by the dozen.

Call it whatever you want:

Obsession, madness, criminal complex.

Do you think that destroying others can it bring peace to your mind?

I must try. I can't continue with this death in life.

I must find myself.

On the bodies of their innocent victims?

Innocent?

Was it innocent to send me to death row?

Do you have the slightest idea what Is it being between those humid walls?

Waiting, waiting forever.

To fall asleep...

...and waking up night after night with that choking feeling in your throat.

You and the others, They only die once.

I have died a hundred times, a thousand times.

I must find myself.

Can it be found through the murder, cruelty?

- I remember that at the trial they said... - That I was the gentlest of men?

I am.

But only when the twelve have been hanged

and I return to the world of the living,

...to all things beautiful that I loved.

Stand up, Alice.

There's no use shouting.

Nobody will hear her.

That's good aim.

Any of the three bullets I would have killed him.

She is fine.

Her luck arrived on time. Where is Bentley?

It's not Bentley, Willard.

If he turns it over, he will see that It's about Harry Wharton.

Wharton! No, wait a minute.

Is this another one of your hunches?

A careful study in the sanatorium showed that Jerome K. Bentley...

...visited Harry Wharton on the day in which he supposedly committed suicide.

It was Bentley's body that was found hanging in the room, not Wharton's.

What do you think of that? It's a miracle, Wally, an absolute miracle.

One more second, and it would have been too late.

Do you know that you are the first woman to the one that Wally allows him in here?

Am I? I feel flattered.

Yes I used to have than dancing alone.

Are you hungry? - I couldn't even take a bite.

Anyway, three is a crowd.

Well, Mr. Apple, do you think Joe Will he stay at the Record Herald?

No, no, I imagine so.

Unless he is going to dedicate himself to antique business, eh, Joe?

Come on, you two.

Your dinner is getting cold.

They are not there, they have disappeared.

I think he took the other job.

Ah, love is something ephemeral,

...but the food, the food is always there.

And give me a little more of that sauce for the meat, do you want?

And more mustard and more sauce horseradish, and pickles.