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You want to answer the door, Mary? I don't want a blackie, but I will. It's probably John Blake. He phoned just before you got here, but he was coming right up.

Well, anyhow, I arrived in town to open the door anyhow.

This is Boston Blackie's apartment.

Oh, yes, yes it is. You're John Blake.

Yes, I am.

Well, come in. Oh, I'm sorry, I'm Mary Wretley.

How do you do?

Well, I was Blake. You must have had something all be important, I mean, you didn't waste much time getting here.

I do have something important on my mind. You're Boston Blackie? I'm Boston Blackie.

Now that we all know each other, suppose we all sit down. Thank you.

Well, maybe you'd like to talk to Blackie alone, Mr. Blake.

No, Mrs. Wresley. In fact, I'm glad you're here. I would like a witness to what I have to say.

A witness, eh? Sounds like you have serious business, Mr. Blake.

I have, Blackie. Suppose we get right down to it.

I'm ready.

Perhaps I'd better begin by asking you a question. I'm a student of crime.

A question mark?

No, of course not. It would explain the reason for my question.

I want to know this, Blackie. Why is a murderer always caught?

Well, that's not a very hard question. That's not very hard to answer at least.

A killer is caught because he makes a mistake.

Isn't there such a thing as a killer who doesn't make a mistake?

I doubt it. Sooner or later, something happens that links him to the crime and sends him to the chair.

I would like to argue at that point.

And that would mean that just isn't any argument that you could offer that would make any sense?

Well, let me put it this way then.

I won't tell you when. I won't tell you where.

But I'm going to murder a man named Thomas Evans.

I defy you to prove that I did it.

And now back to Dick Palmer as Boston Blackie.

Enemy to those who make him an enemy, friend to those who have no friend.

What number are you calling?

Edgeworth 96451 operator, Mr. Thomas Evans.

One moment please.

Okay.

You seem to have got the wrong number, sir. I'll try it for you.

Thank you.

Hello?

Hello, Tom?

Yeah, who's it?

This is Bill.

Oh, hello Bill, how are you?

Fine. Say, how about lunch today?

Good, what time?

Well, you name it.

I'll be busy about 1. How about 1.30?

Good. Meet me at my office, huh?

Good. I'll say Bill, what time is it now?

My watch is stopped.

Let's see.

It's exactly 8.30.

Thank you.

Well, I'll see you about 1.30.

Huh? Huh? Huh? What's the matter?

Blackie, when you get out of my office or when I have to throw you on,

and you, Thomas Wesley, get out of here.

You've got to listen to us, Inspector.

In fact, you should have done something about it when I called you last night.

Why did you wait till now?

Before I do anything about that silly thing, I'll wait 20 years.

Look, let me tell you once more, and maybe you'll understand.

I already understand.

You've told me so many times. I can tell it to you.

Last night, a man named John Blake came to your apartment,

and said he was going to kill someone.

All right. At least you've got that straight.

Okay. So now you get straight.

Out of here.

Oh, really, Inspector, I think Mr. Blake was serious.

I'm sure he was, Faraday.

When you grow up, can't you see that...

Look, Faraday.

At first, I took it the same way you're taking it now.

But the more I thought of it, the more I believe this guy Blake meant what he said.

Well, stop thinking about it.

Anybody with sense at all should know a guy isn't going to telegraph a murder.

He hasn't committed yet.

But he had a reason for doing it, Faraday.

It was sort of a, well, you know, sort of a challenge to me.

He said he could kill this man, and I had never been able to.

Or I'd never be able to prove it.

Oh, Blacky, your stories get worse every day.

I suppose now you're going to tell me this fellow, Blake,

even give you the name of the man he's going to kill.

Yes, he did.

He said he was going to kill Thomas Evans.

That's all.

Now, get out of here, will you?

And you too, Ms. Wesley.

But Inspector Faraday, I think you...

I said get out of here.

And I meant get out.

Thomas Evans is probably as healthy as you are healthier.

Oh, wait a minute.

Yeah?

A virus just came in on a teletype instructor.

A man's been shot to death.

His brother identified the body.

The dead man's name was Thomas Evans.

The body's still right where you found it, Rollins?

Yes, Inspector.

Everything just as it was when we found,

except we put the telephone receiver back on the hook.

He was shot while he was talking to someone on the phone.

Yes, Blacky.

That's how we got the first report of the murder.

The fellow he was talking to called the Central Police Station.

A bit, I know something.

What, Mary?

The man on the phone had something to do with it.

Yes, Inspector.

Everything just as it was when we found,

except we put the telephone receiver back on the hook.

He was shot while he was talking to someone on the phone.

Yes, Blacky.

The man on the phone had something to do with killing Mr. Evans.

I don't think so, Mr. Wesley.

The man on the phone was Bill Johnson, member of the City Council.

Oh, yes.

Anyhow, it was nice try, Mary.

Well, while you two are making nice tries,

I'm going to look around for a few nice clues.

I've got men searching the house and grounds now, Inspector.

Good.

We already know this much.

The shop that killed Evers was fired through that window.

There's a footprint in the mud just below it.

Yeah?

Let's have a look on it.

Yes, it's a good idea, Party.

But I have a better one, Blacky.

You and Miss Wesley stay in the house.

Thanks, Party.

Come on, Mary.

The Inspector invited us to look at that footprint.

Oh, thank you very much, Inspector.

Ah, what's the use?

Come on.

Rollins, did you find out what time Bill Johnson was talking to Evers?

Yes, we know the exact time the shop was fired.

8.30 this morning.

No.

It's going to be interesting to hear what kind of a phony alibi John Blake is going to have.

It was whereabouts at 8.30 this morning.

You still think that crackpot Blake killed Evers?

He said he would fire a day and Evers is dead.

Just to coincidence, that's all.

What a fatal one, for Evers.

Sergeant Rollins, where's the footprint you found?

The right here, Miss Wesley.

It's behind these bushes here.

Hmm.

Hey.

It's a funny clear one.

Yeah.

The nod mark on the heel, too.

Look, the metal cap made that funny looking indentation, I'd say.

Have a plastic cast made of that footprint, Rollins.

Right.

Blacky, look what I found over here.

What is it?

What are you staring at, Miss Wesley?

Have you ever seen a pile of leaves before?

Yes, I haven't seen it, but there's a gun in this piece of a pile.

A gun, Mary?

Yes, yes, yes.

It is a gun.

Don't touch it, anybody.

Maybe the murder gun.

Rollins.

Yes, sir.

We'll take this gun down a headquarters and test it for fingerprints.

Sure.

I can't find a handle it.

Now, we run that down a headquarters and send a man out here to make a plaster impression on that footprint.

I think I'll go see Evers' brothers for a day.

I'd like to have a talk with him.

He's got trouble enough now without you.

Come on, Rollins.

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John Blake said he would kill Tom Evers.

I said he couldn't get away with it.

He kept his word.

Now I've got to keep mine.

Coming.

Yes?

No.

Somebody told me and asked me to come up here.

My name is John Blake.

Oh, Blake, huh?

Well, I'm Tom Evers' brother.

Oh.

Get in here.

Come here.

Look at me.

I'll let go of you when I'm sure with you.

Good.

Cut it out here.

After I've cut you up, I'll cut it out.

I haven't got any.

You killed my brother and I'm going to have to kill you.

No, no, no, no.

Maybe the couple let you get away with it, but I won't.

No.

Please.

Please.

Come on.

Get up.

I'm not true with you yet.

Come on.

Get up.

Who's there?

It was a blackie.

What do you want?

I want to talk to Tom Evers' brother.

I'm Tom Evers' brother.

Come in.

Thanks.

Oh, man.

Not alone, are we?

Well, almost.

I just want to kill him, I guess.

I want to.

He killed my brother.

That's why I used a pretext to get him up here.

Blake was my brother's only enemy.

Why would he hate your brother?

Blake was mixed up in a swindle once.

Tom produced the evidence.

It sent Blake to jail.

Well, as Evan and Santa police headquarters

has kind of sent Blake to jail again.

Only this time, he's going to fit his sentence out

in the electric chair.

Yeah?

Inspector Verdi, there's a fella.

I don't care what there is, Rollins.

I don't want to be disturbed for another half hour.

Yeah, man.

All right, now.

Where were we, blackie?

You were just about to show up, John Blake.

He had killed Tom at it.

That's what the evidence proves.

It better be awfully sure, Inspector.

I'm waiting to hear your evidence, Inspector.

It will be Blake.

Well, let's have it, Johnny.

All right, Blakey.

Now, I'm sure how we do things at police headquarters

when we don't have any interfering help from you.

It's a great boss and blackie.

Poop.

Come on, Faraday.

Let's have a less poop and more poop.

All right, Blake.

Listen to this.

You'll listen to Blake.

In case you want to know why you're going to be behind bars

in a few minutes.

Here's item one that proves you killed Tom ever.

We have your fingerprints on file.

And the time you went to jail on that swindler app.

What are you going to jail for more than a swindler app this time?

He certainly is, blackie.

We found his fingerprints on the gun Mr. Wesley discovered

in that pile of leaves.

Did with the murder gun, Inspector?

Yes, it was the murder gun, all right.

But that is not all.

It's Blake's gun.

My gun.

How do you know?

It's registered in your name.

I follow everything right, true, Blake.

Faraday, you're wonderful.

Now follow through with enough evidence to convict this guy.

Let's go home.

Yes, you need to kill more proof, I think.

I don't need any more proof.

But I have it.

The footprint we found outside the window.

Blake, your foot matches perfectly.

The plaster impression we made of it.

Well, are you just going to sit there?

Or do you want to say something before I make a formal charge against you?

Yes, I'll say something in picture.

You can't arrest me.

Oh, yes, I can.

Look at the evidence I have.

Sorry to disappoint you, but you can't arrest me.

Your evidence is no good.

No, good.

You denied that you're all this gun?

No, it's mine, all right.

You denied that we found your fingerprints on it?

No, the prints are mine.

And you denied that it is your footprint we found outside the window?

No, it's my footprint, all right.

Then what do you say I can't arrest you?

That's what time this morning was top 10.

But 8.30, don't be too disheartened, Inspector Faraday.

At 8.30 this morning, I was at a police station 25 miles from Tom's house in Dyson.

What?

Oh, she's clear to something, my dear.

You're lying, Blake.

I am not lying.

I was precinct 89.

On the death of Sergeant Fair, he'll tell you I was talking to him before 8.30 this morning.

And I was still talking to him when the flash about Tom's murder came in.

Oh, don't worry, I'll check.

And I'll bet my check will prove you're lying.

I'll check that, that, Faraday.

Huh?

Hey, look, Blakey, who side do you want?

I have proof this guy murdered Evers.

Maybe you do, Faraday.

I'm afraid Blake's not going to lie.

We'll throw out your evidence.

But, Frankie, how could he be in police headquarters 25 miles from the scene of the crime?

And still till Evers?

As he promised he would.

I don't know, Faraday.

Maybe Blake never had everything he wanted in life.

But right now, he's getting away with murder.

And now back to Boston, Blacky.

John Blake has committed what even Blacky has to admit looks like the perfect crime.

Evidence shows that Blake was at the scene of Evers murder.

Yet, Blake has been able to prove he was 25 miles away whenever he was killed.

What bothers Blacky most of all, however, is that Blake told him beforehand that he was going to kill Evers

and get away with it.

And Blacky has just admitted that Blake is doing just that.

As we return to our story, Blacky and his friend Mary Wesley are in her apartment, laying in the dark.

I'll be a dark champion if I keep this up.

That was good, wasn't it, 800?

And another bull's eye.

Blacky, for a total of 1,300, just try to be fat.

Not now, Mary.

You're the champ for the time being.

What's the matter?

Don't you know?

Yes, I suppose I do, but you can't solve every case.

Some time or other, they have to do one that's too much for you.

It isn't the case itself this part of me, Mary.

It's the fact that Blake warned me beforehand that he was going to kill Evers and get away with it.

Now he's done it.

He was in that police station at the time Evers was shot.

Blacky, you're sure the police have the time of the murder, right?

Positive.

Mr. Evers was shot at exactly 8.30 and Mr. Blake was in that police station 25 miles away at exactly 8.30.

Exactly, both times.

Well, then let's just forget the whole thing and play dark.

Mary, I just can't get this case off my mind.

Why bother about it, Doc?

Because I can't help it.

Do you know what the only two possible solutions of this thing are?

What?

Either Blake did not kill Evers, which I doubt, or he's committed the perfect crime which I won't admit.

I look, Blacky.

Need to get out of my office or tell me how to break Blake's animal bank.

Faraday, he really was at precinct 89 at the exact time of Evers killing, wasn't he?

He sure was.

Well, that's definitely.

Well, Faraday, it looks as if we'll have to turn to Mary Wesley to show how this was done.

Mary Wesley!

Mind if I use your phone.

Well, thanks.

What do you mean Miss Wesley will show us how it was done?

Listen Inspector and learn.

Hello.

Hello, Mary, how are you?

Oh, fine, that's me.

Want to talk to an old friend of yours?

Sure.

Just a minute.

Hey Faraday, you talk to him.

What for?

Never mind what for.

Just talk to her.

I don't want her.

Don't be shy, Faraday.

Maybe Mary is a girl, but you'll just be talking to her over the phone.

Give me that receipt.

That's better.

Hello Miss Wesley.

Hello, Inspector.

Well, what's this all about?

Oh, nothing.

Nothing.

I just have had a chance to talk to you over the phone.

Miss Wesley.

Miss Wesley, what's the matter?

Miss Wesley.

What's wrong, Faraday?

Miss Wesley's been shot.

All right, flaggy.

Life your head off if you want to.

You too, Miss Wesley.

But you scared the daylight, son of me.

I don't see anything funny about it.

Well, Inspector Faraday, I'm glad you felt so bad about my being dead.

So that's very complimentary.

And now, Faraday, don't ever deny you have a soft place in your heart for Mary.

Well, you must have a soft place in your brain pulling a stump like this on me.

What pulling a stump for Faraday was the weak place in Blake's plan to commit a perfect crime.

Yeah.

Well, start explaining.

How do you explain Blake's footprint in the mud under the window of the murder room?

The same way I'm going to explain this footprint, Faraday.

What footprint?

I'll show you.

I'm covered with wooden box on the floor, Mary.

All right.

Hey, what's that, a box full of mud?

And look, what's in the mud, Faraday, a footprint?

My footprint.

Made not by me, but by Mary, wearing one of my shoes.

And there was a lot of room in it, too.

And room for improvement, Blake's murder plan, too.

I get it.

The real killer was wearing Blake's shoes.

That proves how Blake could be at 3.39, 25 miles from medicine,

and still make it look as if he killed others.

But why would he want it to look as if he killed others?

Because he could prove he was 25 miles away.

And our evidence against him would be no good.

Well, what about the murder gun?

I'll show you.

Where's the gun you fired, Mary?

Why did you on the table?

Thanks.

All right, Faraday.

Where was I at the time you heard the shot you thought killed Mary?

In my office.

All right.

Look closely at this pistol.

Yeah.

Who's is it?

What?

Yours, isn't it?

It's mine.

And a lab test will show it.

It has my fingerprints on it.

Not Mary's.

How come?

I put my fingerprints on it, but I gave it to Mary.

And she fired it with gloves on and carefully, too.

So she wouldn't smear my prints.

Blake did that, too.

Of course, I know what I've done.

I've shown how Blake could be 25 miles from the scene of evidence

still load you with evidence that he committed the crime.

You've done more than that, Blakey.

You've proved somebody else killed others.

I don't have a single bit of evidence to lead me to the real killer.

No, Faraday, don't.

All you have is Blake.

What good is he now?

He didn't kill Evers.

No, he didn't.

But he knows who killed Evers.

And he knew when Evers was going to be killed.

So what?

So Blake is the tie-up to the real killer.

Now what we have to do is to find something to use for rope.

Hi, Mr. Blake.

Let the net tie.

That's allowed, Mike.

Pretend you're looking at ties, too.

Let's play, go.

I want to look at it as a rest of the dough that's coming to me for the job.

I did this small.

I have it with me, don't worry.

Will you follow it into the store?

Uh, I wasn't either.

Keep looking at these ties.

Got your hand below the counter, and I'll give you the money.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Gives.

Here.

Oh.

Feel like a big one, all right?

It is.

I kept my promise, my you keep yours.

Jumpy, this was perfect.

Now get out of my life and stay out.

Come in.

Hi, Inspector Faraday.

Oh, come in, Jerry.

Sure, I don't care how I waste my time.

Hey, where are the guys from the other newspapers?

My editor says you got a hot announcement to make.

I do, Jerry.

But I only asked you down.

I thought I'd give you a scoop.

Now what kind of a scoop can you give me Faraday?

You on the trail of ever-skiller?

Better than not, Jerry.

Yeah, I know.

Police are making progress in the mysterious murder of Tom Evers.

Expect the rest shortly.

Better than not, too, Jerry.

Well, let's see.

In that case, please get tip from Underworld.

I'm really going to give you something this time.

Hold on to your hat, kid.

Now don't you want me too hard, Inspector?

I like this hat.

My hands are busy with this pencil and paper.

Well, uh, see how you can handle this.

It's page one stuff, and that's exactly where I want it.

On the front page.

Yeah, what are you doing?

Inspector, resigning from the forest?

Are you better resigned and fast?

If you don't get this, do your paper fast.

There's been a break in the Tom Evers murder case.

The police are looking for a professional gunman

as the killer of Tom Evers.

And we're going to nab him within three hours,

because we know his name.

Holy micro-inspector, you on the level?

I'm on the level.

And so is that announcement.

Now scram out of here and see that it gets on paper.

You better inspect your tanks a lot.

Why won't you go?

How's going, Friday?

I'm glad you liked it, Blanky.

Well, that ought to bring the real killer out in the open, huh?

And if that smug look doesn't come off your face,

the fact that this was my idea

will come out into the open tool.

Blanky, we don't get out of this basement hole pretty soon.

I'm going to feel like a gopher.

Save your right if you can't stand it down here, Friday.

Next time, try to get in on the ground floor of a murder.

This won't happen to you.

Oh, look.

It's bad enough down here without your bad jokes.

I'm sorry, Friday.

The telephone lines are long still open.

And better be.

I'll see.

Hello, Romans.

I'm still here, inspector.

The call to Blake hasn't come through yet.

No.

Well, maybe it never will.

I'm just at a horrible thought, Friday.

Maybe something's wrong with our equipment.

We haven't really tapped Blake's telephone line.

At the equipment's all right.

I think it's your idea that's not so good.

Or Blake, the compass is smaller than you figured, is it?

Uh-oh.

Here's the home of Blake's line.

You're listening, Blake.

I'm listening.

Rollins.

Rollins, you're all set.

All set, inspector.

As soon as the call comes in, the phone comes.

He'll trace it for us and we'll hop right down.

Good, good.

The call's complete, Friday.

Hello.

Hello, Blake.

Why are you calling here?

Good for nothing, double-crosser.

You know why?

I have to fool that.

Notice that the paper was a fake.

It was nothing fake.

I bought it.

You spilled it.

It's you like I got ever.

Only I'm not going to kill for you this time.

I'm going to kill for myself.

No way to get my gang up before the police trace this call.

That's the difference.

They know who I am.

You're right on me.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Oh, I get it.

It's all over, Friday.

Blake, I'm up.

Did the call last long enough to be traced?

Rollins, the phone company traced it, OK?

You bet, inspector.

Came from a building at 111 at the road.

Good.

Radio to squad cars, 81.39.

Close in fast and get our men.

They're closing too fast.

They'll run over him.

I just need a couple of blocks away.

Well, I'll be right there.

I'll get going.

Right.

It's finished, Blanky.

We'll have the guy who killed Elvis.

Good work, Friday.

I'm of course there.

Grab Blake and tell him the phone he knew

was on the paper was bad news for him.

You're, Blanky.

You can go in and see Blake if you want to.

He's in cell six.

Thanks, Ron.

I won't be any longer.

Right through this door.

I know.

I've been through it many times myself.

And it's the truth.

Hello, Blake.

Oh, Blake.

Hello.

Well, you seem to be pretty good spirits for a man

who's going to the electric jam.

Maybe to get, you know,

for all I couldn't actually kill Elvis.

But you engineered the plan to murder him.

Not jealous, are you?

It was a good plan, just to think.

A great plan, Blake.

Except for one thing.

It didn't work.

The question will that poor Mike thought I'd double-crossed him.

Yes.

You know what that proves, don't you?

What?

The point I made when you wanted to argue with me

that I'd kill us and commit a crime

without making a mistake.

What mistake did I make?

You forgot the human element, Blake.

When Mike thought you'd double-crossed him,

he spilled the whole thing to the police to get even.

Yeah.

I suppose I did lose our little argument.

You're going to lose more than an argument, Blake.

You're going to lose your life.

You're going to lose your life.

We enjoyed it all, Blake.