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Boston Blackie - The Derailed Gold Train
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Far from normal.
That's you, son.
Yeah, Bob.
We have time.
Sure.
We just high-ball through Danville.
Oh, we're coming to that bad curve, huh?
Yeah.
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Yeah, Bob.
Yeah.
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That's the curve that's bad, son.
It's the great crossing just around it, I don't like.
Hope they make an underpass out of it pretty soon.
Where you been?
Back in the baggage car.
Well, I've never seen so many armed guys in my life.
What are we carrying?
Gold, plenty of it.
I gave it to us to carry because we go non-stop from the capital all the way to the city.
Gold, huh?
Yep.
Well, I guess if this was in the days of Jesse James, we'd be worrying about being stopped, eh?
Hey, Bob.
I'm covering that curve.
Yeah.
And then that crossing.
Better whistle for it.
Okay.
I ain't allowed to go, man.
That's right.
Boy, it must be some load.
All the guys they got guided.
Wish I had something.
Hey, Bob, look.
Yeah.
It's a car, it's all a great cross.
I know, I see it.
Well, the whistle.
Quick, quick.
Ah.
Can we stop in time?
No.
We can't see it.
Can we run to that curve?
We're going to hit that curve.
We're going to hit it hard.
Pull that curve.
Pull that curve.
Pull that curve.
And now on to Dick Palmer as Boston Blackie.
Enemy to those who make him an enemy.
Friend.
To those who have no friends.
Woo!
Well, Harry.
There she goes.
That's right, Peter.
And here he comes walking towards us just as if he knew we were hiding him.
Then again, why shouldn't he know?
He had his instructions same as we had us.
He knew we'd be in his bushes.
Yeah, I know.
This is going to give a hundred people a heavy.
Wait a little time and find out what this is all about.
I got news for you.
Yeah.
I don't know either.
You don't have to know.
Or you've got to know if you're going to get paid.
You can't figure this out.
Nobody's going to figure this out.
But somebody is going to be very happy.
Believe me.
Somebody's going to be very happy.
Hello?
Hello, Mary.
This is Blackie.
Hello, Blackie.
Are you back in town?
No, Mary, I'm not.
I'm still down here in Danville.
Oh.
And what a metropolis.
It's nothing more than a crossroads with a railroad station.
You must love it down there, then.
When are you coming back?
Well, that's why I called you, Mary.
I've just finished my business here.
There's not another train out of here for six hours.
Oh.
So I won't see you until late tonight.
What did you say just now, Blackie?
I said, come in.
There's someone just knocking the door.
I'll see you tonight, then.
Late, Mary.
Bye.
Bye.
Boston, Blackie.
Mm-hmm.
Well, hello, beautiful.
Are you Miss Danville or Mrs. Danville?
I'm Margaret Perkins, Blackie.
I've heard about you, and I need your help.
That's what I like.
The subtle approach.
But I'm sorry.
I'm a little out of my territory in this town of yours.
You got to help me, Blackie.
I'm afraid my brother isn't so good.
I'm sorry.
You got to help me, Blackie.
I'm afraid my brother isn't some kind of trouble.
Sounds to me like he's the one who needs the help then.
Sorry, Miss Perkins.
Blackie.
Please.
Oh.
That's the kind of logic I like.
You think your brother isn't trouble?
This note he left me when he disappeared yesterday morning.
What does it say?
Please read it.
Okay.
Mm.
Says, uh.
Goodbye, Margaret.
I'm leaving this town for good.
And with enough money to keep me going for a long time.
Don't try to find me.
You never will.
Signed Harry.
Well, you noticed what this note was written on, I suppose.
Yes, yes, the back of a railroad timetable.
Mm-hmm.
There's a ring drawn around a special train in the metropolitan flyer.
Yes, I noticed that.
Well, it's obvious, Miss Perkins.
Your brother is going to the city.
There's no point in looking for him around here.
Well, that's what I thought.
Danville's too small for him to be here without my knowing about it.
I'll tell you what I'll do, Miss Perkins.
I can't get a train out of here for another six hours.
But I'm going down to the railroad station to pick up my ticket.
Maybe that's a good place to pick up something on your brother, too.
One way to take it to the city, please.
Yeah, to the city young fellow.
In the train out of Danville today again for another five and a half hours.
Yes, I know that.
But I'll get my ticket now.
That is, if you don't mind.
The only thing I mind is my roomatism.
One way, you say.
And there'll be a dollar and fifty cents.
One fifty.
Okay.
Here you are.
Thank you.
And here's your ticket, young fellow.
Thank you.
Say, by the way, you didn't see the young lady's brother in here yesterday, did you?
Hello, Mr. Washburn.
Howdy there, Margaret.
Didn't see you.
Looking for Harry, are you?
Yes.
Nope, I ain't seen him.
We think he took the Metropolitan Flyer out of here yesterday.
Flyer.
You mean the nonstop from the capitals?
Yes, I have an idea.
And the ID is bad, sunny.
Flyer don't stop here.
Never has in fifty years.
Yes, there ever came was yesterday when it hit an order up at the crossing,
mile and a quarter past year.
Oh, how terrible.
Was anyone in the car hurt?
Anybody hurt?
Nope.
And you know that was the funny thing about it.
There weren't nobody in the car.
There weren't nobody around, even.
And this order was just setting on the tracks all by itself.
And no one ever claimed the wreck?
Nope.
Guess you ever owned a thing just walked off and left it.
Might've funny placed a lever though, and the main line tracks with the Metropolitan Flyer coming through.
Apparently it stopped the flyer though, didn't it?
Oh, sure did.
Flyer was standing out there in the middle of nowhere for twenty minutes.
But that don't have nothing to do with your brother, Margaret.
And I ain't seen him, not in a couple of days.
Well, thanks, Mr. Washburn.
Thanks a lot.
Yes, thanks, old time.
It's all right, Jim Phillips.
And same as Perkins, is there a place in town where we can borrow a car?
Well, yes, we can use my uncles.
Good.
Let's get your uncles car and go have a look at that wreck that stopped the flyer yesterday.
Well, if you want to, but I don't see it.
This Perkins' your brother put a ring around the Metropolitan Flyer on the timetable for a reason.
I'd like to take a flyer at looking at that wreck for a reason, too.
Yes, the wreck's right here in the ditch beside the track.
And what a wreck, too, Mr. Perkins.
Good thing there was no one in it.
Well, let's get out and have a look at that car.
I don't know what it has to do with finding my brother, but if you say so...
I don't say so.
I just have a hunch, that's all.
It's something very strange about an empty car being left on a great crossing.
If it were out of gas, could have been pushed off before it was abandoned.
Look at this mess.
It's hard to believe it was once an automobile, isn't it?
I don't think that it's been classed as much of an automobile for a long time.
It must be ten or twelve years old.
Say, here's a doorframe with a body number on it.
Does that mean anything?
It means I might be able to find out who won this car.
I think I'll write it down.
Seven, three, two...
Good heavens, what's this terrible mess?
That Miss Perkins was the engine.
Hmm.
The motor number is still visible.
I think I'll write that down too.
Why I thought license plates were the best means of a car identification?
They're fairly good, and I'm a shop in this case.
This car doesn't have plates.
Oh, so it doesn't.
That convinces me more than ever that...
Say, look at this.
Look at what?
See this round hole in the motor block here?
Yes.
Well, that's where the carburetor belongs.
And this engine had no carburetor.
Is that bad?
Well, it isn't good.
You expect to do any driving?
An engine can't run without one.
Oh.
Well, maybe it was knocked off in the accident.
Oh no, this motor hasn't had a carburetor for years.
The place it should be attached to is all rusted over here.
This car was pushed to towed here and purposely left on the tracks.
Well, that means someone wanted it to be hit by the train.
But why?
Why?
To stop the train, of course.
But why did someone want to stop that flyer?
Well, I'm sure I don't know.
Well, I don't either.
This might have nothing to do with your brother, but it has me puzzled.
The first thing I want to find out is who owned this car.
There's an automobile dealer in Danville, isn't it?
Yes, Mr. Boswell.
Oh, Mr. Boswell knows a lot about cars.
I'm sure.
Let's go see how much he knows about people who buy them.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh, Mr. Boswell.
And the magicians flyer comes through Danville at 10.
You're right, Mark.
That means the car was bought just 1 hour before the flyer hit it and wrecked it.
It's getting more interesting every minute.
Well, that means the car was bought to stop the train, doesn't it?
It wasn't bought for any cross country tour.
Wasn't even a running condition.
Was it Mr. Boswell?
No, not Boswell.
Like any two men who bought it, that's a total away.
Two men bought the car, huh?
Did you know them?
No, one of them.
It was your brother Harry, Miss Briggins.
My brother.
Yes, he came in with a fella I've seen before, but don't know my name.
Thank you, brother.
Called him a skeet, though, or a peat or something like that.
Well, so Harry and his friend bought that car to stop the Metropolitan Flyer.
Okay, here's where I start finding out why that train was stopped.
Give me a keys, Miss Perkins. I'll unlock the door for you.
People in small towns never lock doors, Blackie. You'll come in a while?
Yes, it's still several hours before my train leaves, and there's nothing I can do about your brother till I get to the city.
You think that's obviously where he's gone.
I think that more than ever now. I think he used the car to stop the Metropolitan Flyer and got on it.
Let's go in and talk this over.
Yes, of course.
Oh, Harry.
Oh, he's been shot several times.
Harry, what happened? Who did this to you?
Tell me, darling, who did this?
Harry, Harry, what is it?
I got to tell...
Tell why we stopped the train.
I got to...
Oh, Harry!
It's no use, Miss Perkins. I'm awfully sorry, but he's dead.
Yes, I know what you're Black here.
Go ahead. Cry if you want to. It'll do you good.
What's this new shirt pocket here?
Looks like a newspaper clipping.
This is what Harry was trying to do.
This newspaper clipping says the Metropolitan Flyer was carrying gold.
A million dollars in gold.
I thought it was something like that.
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Operator, get me Inspector Faraday at police headquarters in the city right away.
Faraday speaking.
Hello, Faraday. This is Blackie.
I have a case you're working on. Soil for you already.
Oh, you have, Harry.
All right, make sure you've solved it.
And how did you even know I was working on a case?
Oh, I didn't say you were working, pal. I don't expect miracles.
I just said you've got a case that probably has you stopped.
Well, for once you know what you're talking about.
It's the toughest biggest case I've had in years.
And if I don't crack it soon, the commission is going to make a traffic cop out of me.
Oh, who did it, Blackie?
Harry Perkins and a fellow named Skeet or Pete?
Perkins. A fellow named Skeet. Who are they?
The two men who robbed that chip in a gold.
Gold, what gold?
The gold that was supposed to come in from the capital on the Metropolitan Flyer yesterday morning.
You must be crazier than I thought, Blackie.
That gold arrived on schedule yesterday.
And it's safe and sound to be in the national bank.
No.
Yes.
I'm not looking for any gold.
Big Barber stolen.
I'm looking for the guy who killed Roger Lane.
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Roger Lane, who's he?
He's the guy who's murder you want letting me find.
Because you're bothering me, that's who.
No cold is missing.
If you had any in your teeth, it would be missing because I'd knock it out.
Now hang up and no bottoming blanky.
I got something on my mind.
On it, but not in it.
Okay, party.
Maybe you do have a problem.
Believe me, trying to figure out when a train was stopped has me stop too.
Harry Perkins and the man not yet properly identified bought an old automobile and placed it on a great crossing.
Where it was hit and demolished by a nonstop railroad train carrying a shipment of gold.
But though the train was stopped, it was not robbed.
Later, Harry is shot to death by an unknown assailant.
Boston Blacky, working on the case for the dead man's sister and searching for a reason why the train was stopped, comes to the city in search of clues.
With him, as he knocks on Mary Wesley's door, is the dead man's sister.
Hello, Mary.
Oh, no.
Oh, no.
Oh, no.
Oh.
Oh, it's an average of thinking, Mary.
Miss Perkins, Miss Wesley?
Well, I don't have to say it the other way too, do I?
Oh, of course you don't.
How do you do with that?
How do you do?
Miss Perkins is the girl I told you about on the phone just before I left Anvil Mary.
Oh, oh, I see.
Almost Perkins, I'm awfully sorry about your brother.
And I know that Blacky will find out who killed it.
I hope so.
Won't you come in both of you.
We will.
And Mary, I'm going to ask you a favor.
Of course, Blacky.
I want you to keep Miss Perkins here with you for a day or two until I find out who killed a brother.
I'm sure his death had something to do with the stopping of that metropolitan flyer.
Harry and Miss Killer stopped that train together for a reason I can't understand.
Yet.
Well, maybe the train was wrong.
Well, that's what we both thought, Miss Wesley.
Until Blacky found out the gold it was carrying wasn't stolen.
Yes, I wanted about that.
Maybe it was stolen, and Faraday just won't admit it.
Well, make Miss Perkins comfortable, will you, Mary?
I'm going to make Inspector Faraday uncomfortable.
So you think the shipping of gold was stolen off that train, do you, Blacky?
Yes, Faraday.
And I think it's such a big case the authorities decided to leave you out of it.
Oh, is that so?
Well, let me tell you something wise, Guy.
This afternoon, I talked to the bank that was supposed to receive that, though.
And they got it.
You hear? They got it.
Now beat it, Blacky.
I got problems.
You always have problems.
Now listen to me.
I don't want to listen to you.
I don't want to listen to you.
I don't want to listen to you.
I don't want to listen to you.
I don't want to listen to you.
I don't want to listen to you.
I don't want to listen to you.
You always have problems.
Now listen to me.
I don't want to listen to you.
I don't want to listen to you.
I've got a murder to worry about.
Roger Lane was killed this morning at about seven o'clock.
And I know who killed it.
Well, that's fine.
Rest the killer.
And then let's try to figure out the thing that's got me stuck.
I forget it, will you?
I've got a killer.
And I know his name.
Sam Baldwin.
I know he killed Roger Lane.
Yeah, I can't break his alibi.
Maybe that's because he isn't your killer.
Oh, look, Faraday.
There was the Metropolitan Flyer standing out there in the country with a couple of million dollars in gold in the baggage car.
It was stopped on purpose, but it wasn't for the gold.
What was it stopped for?
I don't know and I don't care.
Maybe it was on the wrong track.
All I know is that if you think that flyer was stopped for the gold, you're on the wrong track too.
Look, Baldwin.
Sit there and smirk till your face freezes in a grain if you want to.
But I know you killed your partner.
You know it, Inspector Faraday.
Then why don't you arrest me?
Because I don't make arrests until I have proof.
Until I can slap a charge on a man and make that charge stick.
Then why do you bother me?
Can you prove I killed Roger?
No, but I can prove you had a motive.
No, can you?
Yes.
Lane embezzled from the company.
He stole plenty from you.
So he did.
I can also prove it was your gun that killed him, can I?
Yes, yes, you can, Inspector.
I admit it was my gun that killed him.
But does that mean that I was the one who fired that gun?
I say it does.
Oh, but how can that be, Inspector?
You forget I was in the capital.
Or I was on my way back from the capital when Roger was shot, wasn't it?
Yeah, you were.
That's why you aren't under arrest.
Yet.
And why I'll never be under arrest?
Do you think a jury would believe that I shot and killed Roger Lane this morning at seven o'clock?
When I boarded the flyer in the capital at midnight last night and arrived here at eleven.
Well, man, I was four hours outside the city when Roger was killed.
You've checked with a conductor.
He told you when I got on and off.
Yes, yes, he remembers you're getting off.
That's why.
Say Boston Blanky said something about a train that gives me an idea.
You think you have a foolproof alibi, do you, Baldwin?
Well, it does prove I couldn't possibly have murdered my friend, Roger.
Oh, it does, does it.
Well, I'm going to find Blanky and when I do...
I think maybe I'll find a hole in that alibi, yours.
I'll see you later, Baldwin.
You will, huh?
Hello?
Jeated Johnson, please.
Speaking.
Oh, Jade.
Inspector Faraday was here again.
So what, Baldwin?
What are you worried about?
Plenty.
But why?
I took care of the only guy who could rat on us.
Harry Perkins is dead.
Yes, yes, I know.
You took care of him, all right?
And that was good work.
But, Jade, you're going to have to take care of somebody else the same way.
Oh.
Boston Blanky.
Boston Blanky.
I don't want to mess with that guy.
Look, you want to go to the chair for killing Harry Perkins?
No, but what does Blanky know about who killed Harry?
Nothing yet, but he will pretty soon.
Because he seems to know something about why you and Harry stop that train
at Danville this morning.
What?
He knows why we stop it?
I think he does.
And if he gets to the police with it, they'll be able to prove that I killed my partner.
Uh-oh.
And, Jade, if I go to the chair for killing Lane, you'll go there too for killing Harry.
I'll say to it.
So, don't you think you ought to take care of Blacky?
Huh?
I'll get it, Margaret.
It's probably Blacky.
All right.
You don't think he has any news, do you, Mary?
He might.
Blacky solves very difficult cases awful fast sometimes.
Yes, I know.
Hello, Blacky.
Oh, hello.
Hiya.
You're a Boston Blanky's girl.
Is he here?
No, no.
He's not, but he's expected any minutes.
I got a tip if he wasn't home.
He'd be here at your apartment.
I'll wait for him.
Well, I...
All right.
Come in.
Thanks.
Hey, nice place you got here.
Why, geezer.
Cheater, Johnson.
What are you doing here?
Well, Margaret.
What are you doing out at Danville?
I thought you weren't ever going to leave the place.
I'm...
I'm here because of Harry.
It was murdered this morning, Jesus.
Murdered.
Oh, sorry.
I know how you feel, Cheater.
You were one of his best friends.
Oh, excuse me, Miss Wesley.
It's Mr. Johnson.
How do you do, Mr. Johnson?
Hi.
Cheater and I are old friends.
He lives in Thomasville just three miles from Danville.
Oh, I see.
And you're an old friend of Blacky's, too.
Yeah.
Well, this is all very chummy.
You don't mind if I wait for him, huh?
No, not at all, Mr. Johnson.
But do you have to wait for him?
With a gun?
A gun.
The outline of a gun is pretty evident in your coat pocket.
Okay.
So what if I am packing a gun?
Just stand right where you are both here.
Cheater.
I'm waiting for Blacky.
And what do you want with him?
I just want to find out what he knows.
My boss thinks it might be too much.
That's why I'm waiting for him with...
Like you say, Miss Wesley, a gun in my pocket.
Now, if he doesn't know anything, the gun stays there.
Simple, isn't it?
Well, what is it that Blacky is supposed to know about?
Why the Metropolitan Flyer was stopped?
Oh, I'm sure he doesn't know a thing about that.
Now, believe me, he does.
Sure, I'll believe you right away.
Oh, oh, oh.
But there's Blacky now.
He'll tell you this week.
Look, Miss Wesley, I'm getting behind that door in the other room.
Let Blacky in, but don't say I'm here.
I'll let all three of you have it.
Don't forget.
Don't worry, I wish I could.
Okay.
Let Blacky in.
Yes, but in for what?
Margaret, cross your fingers that Blacky doesn't know anything.
They're crossed.
Wood.
Hello, Mary.
Oh, come in, Blacky.
My goodness, you don't know.
Mary, Mary, I've got it.
I've got it.
I've got the answer to the whole case.
Oh, for goodness sake, you mean the Afghanistan case.
Don't you? That's wonderful.
But I am talking about...
I've got to say what he's talking about.
I've got to say what he's talking about.
Afghanistan, Blacky, you know.
I do not, but I do know why that train was stopped just north of Danville.
Oh, that.
Who cares about Dan?
Who cares about it?
I do. And Farley is going to care about it too.
Look at this clipping I found in the afternoon paper.
It says Thomas Baldwin of the capital,
brother of Sam Baldwin of this city, bought a small building today.
Blacky, that doesn't mean anything.
It really doesn't.
Does it?
Mary, stop.
Making those silly faces.
I'm serious about this.
It's a clue to the whole thing.
I know why that train was stopped this morning.
To let Thomas Baldwin get off and go back to the capital
and let Sam Baldwin get on in his place.
But Blacky, that doesn't make any kind of sense.
Don't you see that?
I certainly do see Miss Perkins.
Sam Baldwin phoned his brother in the capital
to take the Metropolitan Flyer to the city at midnight last night.
Oh.
At seven this morning, he killed Roger Lane.
Blacky, you don't know what you're saying.
Don't I, though?
Listen, by 839, he was near Danville 50 miles from here
where Harry Perkins and his friends stopped the Metropolitan Flyer
with that old gelapid.
Oh, Blacky, I don't think my brother had anything to do with that.
Let me finish.
Well, you know, the whole thing works out perfectly.
When the train was stopped and the passengers got out
to look at the wreck, Thomas Baldwin got off
and went back to the capital by bus or car.
And his brother Sam Baldwin got on the train in his place.
That's right, Blacky.
Who's that?
Blacky, I tried to stop you.
Oh, man with a gun.
Yeah, a man with a gun.
And you're a man with no future.
You're the man who killed Harry Perkins, aren't you?
That's right.
I bought the gelapid where they only the dealer knew him,
so I had to knock off Harry.
The name's Johnson.
Gee, that's Johnson.
Blacky, I tried to warn you that he was here
and tell you not to let on you know one thing about that train.
Well, that was the Afghanistan gang.
You're gonna wish you were an Afghanistan in a minute, Blacky.
Come on out the door.
You girls, too.
We're all going by, bye.
Oh, they're not there.
Oh, but you are, Jason.
What goes here?
Not that gun, you.
Oh, no, copper.
That would not go up in you face.
Why, you have your boke Miss Barry,
but I've got you there.
You have it, Blacky.
Blacky, look out and get away.
Oh, no, he isn't.
Oh.
Oh, Blacky, what a suck.
Mary, please, such a language.
Woo!
Well, Harry is Friday, all yours.
And Sam Baldwin is gonna be yours, too.
You know that?
Yeah.
I came looking for you, Blacky,
to get more information about that train.
I heard it all while I waited outside that door.
And you know how Baldwin could have murdered his partner
at seven this morning and still come in
on the metropolitan flyer at 11 o'clock?
Sure.
But don't forget, you thought the flyer was stopped
because it was carrying goals.
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