The Amazing Mr Malone - Never Judge A Book By Its Cover

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of these weekly adventures, the Amazing Mr. Malone.

Malone's the name John J Malone, attorney and costored law. Tonight in our study of the

cliché, let's examine the oldie, never judge a book by its cover. As exhibit A, I give you a

richy Holland. Mr. Holland is the good-looking boy behind the desk in 427 of the Wentworth building.

The watch and check is gun, you think he was auditioning for the part of a private detective in

some movie thriller. He certainly looks the type, which is surprising. That's exactly what he is.

Yeah. You're richy Holland? That's right. I get a friend who wants to see you sweet-eyed.

Well, who would you put away the popcorn first? You think that it's scary?

Yeah, his mother was once frightened by a wedding. That's very funny. I must remember that.

I'll write it down so you won't forget to do that. All right, Fred.

Everything okay, Sandy? Everything's okay.

Hey, Holland, this is Mr. Fontaine. Hello, Holland. Sit down. All right, Sandy, wait outside.

Hey, don't you think I've got to wait outside? Anything you say, sweetheart, if you want me, just yell.

I'll try to remember. Nice boy. Somebody ask you? No.

I suppose you keep him out, shot. How lucky. Maybe you'd better take a look first.

What are your rates? I get $40 a day plus expenses. I'll pay you a hundred with a thousand in advance.

You interested? No, I'm. I'm looking for a girl named Connie Burton. Why?

If I'm willing to shell out this kind of money, I must have a reason. Yeah, but you'd rather not tell it to me.

Obviously. What did you say her name was again? Connie Burton.

Connie Burton. I got a description. I can do better than that. Here's a picture. Wow.

This is business, Mr. Holland. Well, it could be pleasure, too. That going to be.

With all my heart, Connie, say, you know, that's very pretty sentiment.

Do you think you could find her for me? Do you wish she's here in Chicago? I'm positive.

She came here from Boston a year ago, and I'll find her. Well, can I reach you want to do?

There's no telling. We'd like to be on the move, but don't worry, Holland. I'll keep in touch.

That you can depend on.

Thank you, Richie. Yeah. Do you realize what time it is? I've been waiting with dinner for three hours.

I must be pretty cold by now. That's not funny. This is the fourth time this week.

Where have you been? Working. So that's the new name for it. Look, too, and I've had a tough day.

Would you mind very much if we dispense with the arguments for one night? But she never argues with you.

Who never argues with that girl? Look, June, there is no girl. I told you I'm working on a case.

Then why didn't you phone me? Or were the wires down? Where's the paper?

Richie, I'm talking to you. Well, fortunately, I can't hear you.

You'll hear plenty before I'm through. Is this the girl?

Where did you get that picture? I found it in one of your suits, and I love the inscription.

With all my heart, Connie. It's not what you think. It never is.

Well, you can tell her that's the next time I see her. I mean the next time.

I know where she lived. What? You thought you put one over on me, didn't you?

What do you mean you know where she lives? Let me go. Well?

I saw her in Marshall Field on Tuesday, and I followed her.

Oh, you two are real clever. What are you babbling about?

She must have thought that by bleaching her hair and going under the name of Lila Grace,

no, wouldn't be suspicious. You're crazy. I suppose she doesn't live at the Beverly.

You saw this girl? Yes, I did.

She's living at the Beverly? You're not fooling me with this act.

Richie, where are you going? Richie!

Hello?

Let you, Connie.

What? What did you call me?

Was it Miss Connie Burton?

No. No, you've got the wrong number. My name is Lila Grayson.

Well, I guess you wouldn't be interested in my message.

Sorry, if I-

Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute. Who are you?

What difference does it make?

Well, I just thought that I'd written as your voice.

My name is Richie Harvund.

Oh, well, assuming that I was Connie Burton, what's the message?

A couple of your friends looking for you.

Who?

Red Fontaine. Boy, name Sandy.

Why are you telling me this?

Well, darn, if I know.

But I once saw a picture of you and it did something to me.

Look, if this is a trap.

But I've fallen ahead in one year.

I'd like to be your friend.

I could show you his one.

Consider me a volunteer and I'd drop around.

How does 10 o'clock tonight suit you?

Since me fine.

I'll be seeing your girl.

Take care of yourself, Tillin.

I hate to heckle, Mr. Holland, but that was a red light you just passed.

Would you do me a favor?

What?

You call me Richie?

All right.

No, no, go on, say it.

Richie, how's that?

How's it just the way I thought it would?

I don't understand you.

I don't understand myself.

You mind if we park?

Not if you want to.

Well?

No, I liked your hair better the other way.

What?

The way it was in the picture before you bleached it.

I hope you realize you're not making sense.

Nobody knows that better than I do.

Listen, Connie, I'm a private detective.

I see.

A week ago, two boys came in the mile office.

Montana and Sandy.

They want to be the low-cage.

And you did.

No, that was a fluke.

See, June saw your picture, remembered running into your field.

She followed you to the Beverly.

Who's June?

It's my wife.

She must be a real help to you and your wife.

No, she was just jealous.

And she had reason to be.

What do you mean?

Well, what do you think I called you with unnotifying fountains?

Maybe you wanted to check first.

Look, you're going to think I'm crazy, but I fell for you.

You what?

First time I saw your picture.

It's pretty ridiculous, isn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah, things like that just don't happen in real life.

As I said before, you're not making sense.

I know that. I'm all mixed up.

Well, what do you intend to do?

Well, I...

I want to go on seeing you.

And what about fountains?

That doesn't work.

What a worry for me.

Or don't let it.

Just don't learn anything by the usual.

I'll reach you down.

Don't please.

Well?

Funny you saying you're all mixed up.

Why?

Because I think I'm going to be in the same boat.

We'll love a darling and make room.

Come on.

Oh, sweetie, all right?

Well, it's a surprise.

We meant it to be.

We?

Mr. Fontaine is there, too.

All right, Fred.

Hello, all right?

No, I am.

Sunday night with the neighborhoods.

So we thought we'd drop pies.

Very nice of you.

Well, what's the story?

The story?

The only assignment I gave you.

Oh, well, I've been running into bad luck, Fonsey.

And I haven't been able to find the girl.

It's been six weeks.

Time sure does fly.

Don't it?

Well, I'm sorry to let you boys down.

I don't think you did, Richie.

Tell me again.

You remember, Adele?

Certainly.

You were to get $100 a day plus expensive.

So outside of that original $1,000 I gave you,

you haven't asked for any more.

That's not in character.

Why not?

Well, I pride myself on being a good judge of human nature.

And I'd say you had a large streak of loss in your makeup.

Really?

Really.

And I can't figure out any reason why you've missed an opportunity

to clip me.

Unless, unless what?

You found Connie Burton.

And why wouldn't I tell you?

Because you're a real clever.

Richie, how long?

I have no idea.

What do you think, Sandy?

Well, if you want my humble opinion, I'd say you was lying.

That's my opinion, too.

You want me to try coaxing him?

Please, listen, you big lug.

You put a finger on me.

Oh, yeah, darling.

So sweetheart was reaching for his popcorn, huh?

That's not nice.

If you don't get out of here, I'll what?

You know good dirty bum.

Where does he listen?

What do you think I tell you now?

All right, Sandy.

Carry on.

Come on, sweetheart.

Talk.

I said, talk.

Well, what do you say?

Drop it.

OK, sweetheart.

I'm glad you don't give in too easy.

Because that's just how I get my kicks.

And tonight, I'm really going to lip.

That's a second.

Yes?

Hello, Connie.

Who are you?

That's a very good question.

But in the final analysis, who was anybody?

Are you crazy?

Get to literally mind it.

Me?

I'm a philosopher.

Did you ever eat meat, cheese, open up?

Listen, you.

Oh, it's not silly.

How are you going to find the time?

What's the idea of the gun?

I wish you wouldn't take this personally, Connie.

Believe me, I got nothing against it.

Who are you?

Well, if you've got to call me something, try Harry.

I don't know you.

Does anybody know anybody else?

It's hard enough to know yourself.

Has Spangler once wrote...

Put you up to this.

Oh, now you're not listening to me, Connie.

You're young like gold.

Who put you up to this?

See, see, you're obsessed with your own petty problems.

But if you analyze any problem, the solution is perfectly simple.

In your case, a mere tightening of the finger.

No!

Oh!

See how simple it was?

Now you can sleep, Connie.

Your problems are over.

It was just one of those things.

Just one of those crazy things.

One of those bells that now and then ring.

Just one of those things.

It was just one of those nuts.

That's funny.

It was just one of those things.

Just one of those crazy things.

It must be in the wrong office.

Uh-huh.

Hello?

That young alarm.

Was this Lieutenant Brooks?

Yeah.

I'm glad you called Lieutenant.

The darned things happened.

It was a second ago.

I walked in the office thinking just one of those things.

There was no one there.

Ain't it amazing?

You were 15 minutes late, Constance.

What do you mean?

Well, that's when we picked up a little lady who was waiting for you.

Who?

Her name is June Holland.

June Holland?

Yeah, yeah.

We're inclined to think she's responsible for the murder of one lilac grace

and alias Connie Burton.

And this June Holland wants me to represent her?

Yeah, so it's because she must be innocent.

Absolutely.

Well, maybe this is our week to amaze you.

Come on, Donald, we're waiting.

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That's where I got into the act.

Two hours and forty-seven minutes after the murder of Connie Burton,

I was down at headquarters.

As I walked over from my office, I made an interesting discovery.

The path from my door leading to the homicide bureau was an inch lower than the adjacent territory.

I was in the middle of the night,

well, as I live in breathe.

That's what amazes me, Lieutenant?

What?

Why you live in breathe?

Oh, that's a splendid one.

Where's my client?

Oh, wouldn't you care to pass a few pleasantries with me?

Where's June Holland?

Oh, I guess I don't have it for you anymore.

Susman, did someone mention my name?

I missed him along, would like to see his client.

His slightest wish is my command.

Have your boys ever considered radio as a career?

Well, we're working on an act, but we're stuck for a name.

Why'd you call it a body?

Oh, you heard that somewhere.

And shut off that teller type.

Well, as long as you ask so nicely.

Where is he?

All right here, Mrs. Holland.

Are you, Malone?

Don't answer that, Chancellor.

It might tend to incriminate and degrade you.

Don't mind him, Mrs. Holland.

His mother was frightened by the happiness boys.

Sit down.

Thank you.

What do you know about this, Connie Burton?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

I suppose you didn't know that your husband was running around with it.

That's a lie.

It was just business with Richie.

He was hired to find her.

What do you mean he was hired to find her?

He's a private detective.

Oh, what do you get to say to that, Lieutenant?

Oh, it was hardly business.

You see, her husband was seeing this, Connie, for over a month.

Right after they met, he made a move from the Beverly to the Martha.

That's not true.

And why were you around the Beverly checkin' on it?

Because I was just trying to help Richie.

Despite the fact that he moved out on you four weeks ago?

Well, I didn't kill her.

I never handled a gun in my life.

That's possible.

Well, you mean she hired a torpedo for the job?

Yeah.

You got a line on him?

Give us time.

Meanwhile, you expect my client to sit here.

It's you who have no objects.

I've got a hundred, but I don't think they'll do me any good.

Well, I'll sit tight, Mrs. Holland.

I'll get you dispossessed as soon as I can.

Yeah.

I'm looking for...

I'm looking for you.

I'm looking for you.

I'm looking for you.

I'm looking for you.

I'm looking for you.

I'm looking for you.

I'm looking for you.

I'm looking for you.

Yeah.

I'm looking for...

Hey, what happened to you?

I got to my own business.

Oh, maybe a mall on that for you.

I can't see where.

You're Richie Holland?

What if I am?

I'm glad to know you.

My name is John Jay Malone.

Well, I'm representing your wife.

What for?

Didn't you know the cops are holding her for murder?

What are you mumbling about?

A girl named Connie Burton was knocked off tonight.

What did you say?

Hey, easy fellow.

You're ruining the dress.

I asked you something Malone.

Obviously, the police haven't been here yet.

What did you say about Connie?

She was murdered.

And I must have told her.

You must have told who, what?

Any of your business.

Where is she?

Your wife?

No, Connie.

Well, just where you might expect.

I got to see her.

I wait a minute.

Holland, your wife is in a spot.

The police think she was behind the kill.

Crazy. I know who did it.

Who?

Never mind.

I have lost my own way.

I called your wife murder.

Is that what they call it?

The last I heard.

You shouldn't complain.

You may get another case out of this yet.

See what you can do for us on a family race.

Do you see the night's paper, Fontaine?

Oh, I haven't, Sunday.

There's a wonderful story on a front page.

I mean wonderful.

With the sword, it'll be okay.

And it certainly does to you.

Yeah, you betcha.

She's a little girl named Connie Burton

was shot and killed last night.

Let's see that.

Come on.

You haven't heard that name before?

I wouldn't know.

I'm probably confusing with two other girls.

Anyway, they're holding the wife of a private dick name

Richie Holland for the murder.

This make up is a shock to you, Sandy.

But I know how to read.

Well, I didn't want you to strain yourself.

Seems this June Holland was jeopardy.

Who's that?

Get behind the door.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

June Holland was jeopardy.

Who's that?

Get behind the door.

I guess you.

Just a moment.

Hello, Fontaine.

All I can say, Holland, is your recuperative powers

might be tremendous.

They are.

Sandy will be awfully disappointed in himself.

What can I do for you?

I just wanted to check something.

Did I tell you where to find Connie before I passed out?

What do you think?

I'm asking the questions now.

Put away that gun, Richie.

Might give people wrong ideas.

Yeah, who, for example?

For example me.

What?

No.

As your worst sweetheart.

Just drop the cannon.

Would you be kind enough to dispose of that, Mr. Fontaine?

Gladly.

Hey, you made a field goal.

I'll listen to you guys.

Take it easy, sweetheart.

We'll get back to you.

What do you suggest?

Well, he's pretty persistent.

Let's dream up something very special for the boy.

Something that will really discourage him.

Hey.

I got an idea.

Well, suppose you will astray, Mr. Holland.

He's all yours, Sandy.

Hello?

Hello, Lenny.

Let me talk to you, Jim.

You're molding, boy.

Speak up.

I want to talk to John, Jim, along.

Who is this?

It's Richie Holland.

You sound like you had another accident.

I'll listen along.

I'll tell you who killed Connie.

So?

A couple of boys.

And Fred, Fontaine.

Sandy, up and high.

You must be mistaken.

I tell you they killed her.

I had me to find her.

And when I wouldn't spell it,

she'd beat it out of me.

What do they want with her?

I don't know.

She came here from Boston here, going.

And then?

And then?

Hello, Holland.

Holland.

Amazing.

Simply amazing, the way that man recuperates.

I don't want to be losing my touch.

And I figured it'd be out for at least a couple of hours.

Is it all right with you, girls, if I hang up now?

Well, of course, Mr. Malone.

You followed instructions beautifully.

You thought you were responsible for Connie's murder.

The man's obviously a psychopath.

Now look, Malone, I've got a proposition for you.

Let's hear it.

I'll cut you in for 10%.

How much does that mean in dollars and cents?

Don't you know long division?

Never even heard of her.

You know, it's something Fred, I think, we're wasting that time.

I don't think he knows anything about Connie.

I'm inclined to agree with you, Sandy.

I'm sorry if we inconvenienced you, Mr. Malone.

Now wait a minute, boys.

You can't walk off like that.

He's right, Fred.

I forgot something.

Thanks for reminding me, sweetheart.

I'm much obliged.

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Well, that's what I get for using my head.

It never fails.

After Sandy threw me that kiss I took off for Cloud 16.

It's lovely up there this time of the year.

There are 20 beautiful maidens for every man

and I'm the only man alone.

And then someone went and yanked my cloud from under me.

All right, well, a long time to wake up.

Come on, come on.

Oh, I wish I had my camera here.

I'd love to have a picture of this.

What happened?

Well, you tell me you were here.

I'm not so sure.

Oh, my head.

Oh, it's real pretty.

Who does he make a shout out?

No, I mean it.

I mean it.

That speaker red running through your head

gives you a certain, uh, you're going to say,

quiet.

That's French, you know.

Stop showing off your education.

Actually, I never got out of kindergarten.

Well, I guess this ought to convince you.

Convince me or what?

The June Holland didn't kill Kami Burton.

Now, what's one thing got to do with another?

What do you think Fontaine and his boy went to work on me?

Uh, which Fontaine is that, Fred?

Yeah, you know him?

Not as well as I'd like to.

He's a Boston product.

What do you know about a Sandy Oppenheim?

Well, it's rumored that he's been associated

with Fontaine in several banking ventures.

Well, there was at least one other member in the firm.

Who?

Connie Burton.

You're crazy.

Listen, Lieutenant, they can't be Chicago expressly to find her.

And it's your contention they did.

Definitely.

Pick them up and pick up Reggie Holland.

Anything else you'd like?

Well, while you're at it, your might as well pick me up, too.

I'm not doing anybody any good on this floor.

Hey, sweetheart.

Me?

Yeah.

How long do you intend to keep us here?

I really don't know.

I will look sweetheart, please.

That's enough, Sandy.

You don't need Mr. Holland complaining.

I never do, Fontaine.

That's what I admire about you.

You always take your medicine like the little man you are.

And why don't you...

All right, hold it, Holland.

That'll do.

Open them up, Susman.

I beg your pardon.

I beg your pardon.

I beg your pardon.

I beg your pardon.

I beg your pardon.

I beg your pardon.

I beg your pardon.

I beg your pardon.

I beg your pardon.

I beg your pardon.

I beg your pardon.

I beg your pardon.

Hello, Councillor.

Hey, what's the idea of the towel on your head?

I'm doing a mind-reading act at the orphanage.

Everybody here?

Everybody but Mrs. Holland?

Well, suppose you'd get it.

I, I say.

I think your gentleman all knows Mr. Malone.

Sure.

Hello, boys.

My, it's awfully quiet.

All of a sudden.

It's about a Fontaine, don't you remember me?

I don't believe I've had a pleasure.

Sure you did.

You and your friend were up to see me this afternoon.

You remember that, Sandy?

You can't probe it by me.

Let's understandable.

I've changed a little since then.

Look, let's end it.

And I got a headache of my own.

Do I have to sit through this?

How about it, Countless?

All right.

Holland and Deference to you will make it short and sweet.

You all know why we're here.

I don't.

Okay, Fontaine.

We'll take it from the beginning.

We're here to find out who is responsible

for the murder of Connie Burton.

According to the paper I read, it was a lady named June Holland.

Yeah, it was just enemy propaganda.

And suppose you tell us the truth, sweetheart.

All right, Sandy.

Connie Burton came to this town a year ago from Boston.

That's the place that's noted for its beans, isn't it?

It has a more recent claim to fame.

About 14 months ago, seven men entered a bank messenger company.

They're in Wallstoff with a close to a million and a half and cash.

Hey, remember that friend?

They, Glee.

Seems to me they never caught the culprits.

You ought to know.

Why?

Because I got to hunt you with a brain behind that operation.

Thanks for the compliment.

All right, it's all you're going to get out of it.

What do you mean?

You had a girlfriend named Connie Burton.

You slipped to the loot and she was supposed to meet you later

so the mob could divvy up.

Instead, she took off for Chicago.

That's very interesting.

It gets better as it goes along.

Because that's where Richie comes in.

What kind of a crack is that?

They hired you to find Connie, didn't they?

Oh.

So you held out on him.

Why?

Well, not that it's any of your business, but I went for the girl.

Tell me something, Holland.

What did she have that got you?

I mean, besides all of money.

How's that?

Well, the money is why you had her kill, wasn't it?

Look, Malone.

I don't like those kind of things.

Either do I, Richie.

Somehow, I can't see anything funny and murder,

but then I've got no sense of humor.

Okay, Lieutenant.

He's all yours.

All right, Malone.

You've played with that coffee long enough, let's have it.

You mean we have to go through this same routine again?

Why should this night be different from all other nights?

Well, it's perfectly simple, Lieutenant.

Richie Holland killed Connie.

He was the one who hired that torpedo.

How do you know?

We told you we were to find the void, didn't we?

Yeah, yeah.

It was a guy named Harold Sherman, a philosopher type fella.

But tell me something, Malone.

Why did Holland go back to look up Fonte?

Well, that was just an act.

He thought that way he'd remove suspicion from himself, and he did.

Huh?

Cause for a little proof.

Well, who else knew where to find Connie?

How about your client, Mrs. Holland?

No.

Remember Richie moved Connie from the Beverly right after he met her?

Well, what about Fonte and Sandy?

Holland never told them.

He pretended to pass up.

Soon as they left, he called his friend Harold and gave him his orders.

Fonte never would have killed her.

Oh, why not?

You claimed she'd double crossed them with that loot.

Sure.

That's why they had to keep her alive if they wanted to recover it.

Now, what makes you think they didn't?

They came to me later with an offer of a split.

They thought you had all that though?

Uh-huh.

But you're sure Holland got it.

Well, does he admit it now?

No.

You mean you haven't recovered that million and a half?

And it looks like we never will.

What's the matter with that Holland?

Doesn't he know you can't take it with you?

You know, I told him that.

You know what he said?

Why?

If he can't take it with him, he ain't going.

Let me talk to him, Lieutenant.

Oh, no.

Cause you're just amazing enough to figure out how he could manage it.

Good night, Carl.

Never hear the story of the Dixieland band.

The boy on trumpet was especially good.

He got hot at a party one night and blasted himself clear out of this world.

Yeah.

He was dynamite.

I'll tell you all about him next week.

So why not pick me up at my office at the same time?

I'll be waiting for it.

Good night.

George Petry was starred as John J. Malone with Larry Haynes as Lieutenant Brooks.

Our program is written by Eugene Wang and directed by Richard Lewis.

The amazing Mr. Malone is based on a famous character created by Craig Rice and produced by Bernard L. Schubert.

The events and characters in the story were entirely fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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