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Are you glad to come here tonight, Angel?
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And now the case of the Quiles and Quartet.
It's late evening in New York
and an ashamed apartment on Manhattan Westside.
A short, heavy set boy named Dixie Taylor watches
his companion, Georgie Reynolds,
attack an age-old problem.
How to dispose of an empty bottle.
But George is equal to the occasion
for spying the fireplace.
He comes up with a practical solution.
Well, I guess there's one way to get ready at your empty.
Anybody ask you to tell us?
No, all right, to shut your face.
Hazel!
Hazel!
You want me, George?
No, I was just rehearsing.
I'm going for hard calls.
Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie.
I was busy.
Well, I hope I wasn't interrupting anything important.
You want me?
Give me another bottle.
Well, come on, don't you think?
Didn't I tell you something?
All right, George.
It's one of my bedroom closets.
Well, what are you staring at, Dixie?
I was just wondering about Hazel.
Well, don't.
You're going to do any wondering thing about Martinez.
All oil will be here?
Yeah, when he was doing hour ago.
Well, maybe he had some trouble finding something.
Oh, that's just dirty.
What goes on with you guys?
Anyways, do I have to tell you?
That's probably Martinez and Sanders now.
Hazel!
Yes, George?
Did you hear that?
Well, I was trying to get it.
Tell him I need to identify something.
That's a second.
Hello, Hazel.
Hello, Mr. Martinez.
Your boyfriend here?
Yeah, we're in the kitchen.
Come on in, bring your friend with you.
Hi, George.
Hello, tell us.
Hello, Louis.
I just took you around sweet time getting in Martinez.
Well, I got a little bit trouble finding Mr. Sanders here.
Gentlemen, bring in a couple of chairs, Hazel.
Yes, dear.
All right, go out, go out, beat it.
But don't.
I've said beat it.
He's supposed to know I have some business to discuss.
Well, Martinez, did you tell Sanders what I lined up?
No, I think it was maybe better I leave that for you.
It's a snatch, Sanders.
Oh, what?
A snatch.
Well, so I thought you said.
Well, it's a nice knowing you, gentlemen.
No, thanks.
I'm not interested.
Because you're something to listen.
All right.
Have to hear a big joke, Gallagher.
Well, enough to know that if he's the party you got in mind,
you can include me out at the same goal.
There don't be a jacks on this.
Sure, Gallagher's a big racket, boy,
but that's just why we can get away with this.
You're crazy.
I look, Martinez.
Why didn't you tell us?
It's like you're just an age.
Dixie and I used to work for Gallagher.
We know it makes him tick.
A guy in his position would never yell copper.
Yes, but there's one thing you're overlooking.
From what I know of Mr. Gallagher,
he never goes anywhere without two or three of his boys.
How are you going to separate the sweep from the chaff?
I got it all figured out.
Gallagher's a lady's man, see?
Now, if I pay with the call him up and arrange a blind date,
it's dollars to donate the gold for it.
I doubt it.
Don't tell me.
I've seen its work a dozen times.
You got the girl?
Yeah.
Yeah, Hazel's the one who let you in.
I suppose she talks.
You wouldn't dare.
Besides, she doesn't have to know what's going on.
I'm not telling all things again.
Where do I come in?
Hazel will arrange to meet Gallagher at the 49 Club.
You and Martinez will pick him up.
What about you and Taylor?
How we can't take a chance?
You know what this is?
Mom, what do you say, son?
Do you think this will work, Martinez?
Why not?
George, you've got all the angles figured out.
So it would seem.
Okay, gentlemen.
Deal me in.
Yeah?
I'd like to speak to Mr. Gallagher, please.
I want him.
Well, he wouldn't know me.
But you can tell him I'm a friend of Gloria Will.
I never heard of her.
Are you, Mr. Gallagher?
That's right.
Gloria made me promise it'll get up when I got to New York.
I'm sorry, sister.
I don't know anybody by their handle.
She was a chorus girl at Charendella's.
Hey, wait a minute, baby.
What's your name?
Hazel.
Hey, you look anything like your sound, Hazel.
Oh, now, really, Mr. Gallagher.
You're kidding, because if you do, I'd like to see you.
I'm afraid that you're the question, Mr. Gallagher.
I'm flying to the coast tonight.
What time?
Quarter after one.
Well, that still gives us three hours to get acquainted.
What do you say, baby?
All right.
But you'll have to meet me here.
You see, I'm expecting Grant.
Oh, that's okay.
What are you?
It's a little place cold.
It's cold.
It's cold.
It's cold.
It's cold.
It's cold.
It's a little place cold, 49 cut, you know?
No, well, Almanage.
Uh, what color dress you wearing?
Blue.
Ha-ha, my favorite color.
Okay, Hazel.
I'll see you in 20 minutes.
Hey, buddy.
Who, me?
Yeah, you wouldn't have to know seen a blonde around, huh?
Uh, I see.
I see.
I see.
Hey, buddy.
Who, me?
Yeah, you wouldn't have to know seen a blonde around, huh?
Uh, blue dress?
Yeah, that's right.
I'm glad to know you, Miss Gadigas.
Huh?
Who are you?
Hazel, cousin.
Didn't you tell you we're having a little farewell party
in Harana?
Well, she said something about friends.
Or not.
I don't get frightened.
We'll be pushing off in a few minutes.
And that'll give you enough time to talk to Hazel along.
Ah, where is she?
She's in the back room with the rest of the family.
Let's go.
Uh, right down here.
And by the way, Sarah, I don't believe I caught your name.
Well, it's the same as Hazel.
Ha, ha.
Related on your father's name.
Yes, that's right.
Oh, uh, here we are.
I have father's name.
Hello, Louis.
This is Hazel's friend.
Why did you have to know you, Mr. Gadigas?
Where is Hazel?
Oh, she just stepped out for a minute.
Well, where's the rest of the crowd?
Ground.
Yeah, her cousin told me she had a flock of relatives down here.
Never really saw this.
She's a big joker.
Saw this.
I thought his name was Walter.
But go down here and wait.
Just keep those hands where they are, Mr. Gadigas.
Prisky Martinis.
Get your hands on me.
Don't get excited, Mr. Gadigas.
He's a bite of your blood pressure.
He's clean.
He's now good.
Would you be kind enough to accompany us, Mr. Gadigas?
No, no.
You're not getting me to walk out of here.
Well, as long as you feel.
Let's go.
You have to head to him, Martinis.
He said he wasn't walking out of here,
and he was right.
Right on with those guys, anyway.
Got the time to see you.
You asked me that just five minutes ago, Joe.
I don't get smart.
I can't think of going wrong.
Not at all.
I can tell Galka's what.
Just what you told me.
I said we had a husband,
and if she wanted them back,
she was the big upper hundred grand.
Maybe I should have comforted myself
instead of selling soldiers and Martinis.
What are you worried about, George?
Didn't they manage the snacks, all right?
Yeah, but how do I know that they were...
George, I'll get it.
Hello, George.
You got it, Toddis?
What is this bike look like?
All right, let me have it.
How to go on?
Oh, like clockwork.
As long as Mrs. Gadigas gives the money,
I give her the key and talk her way to Final Cut.
Oh, nice work, Lloyd.
Yes, I just, congratulations for an order all around.
One hundred thousand dollars.
Just think of it.
You'll think of it, Toddis.
Because that's as close as you'll get me to it.
What do you mean, George?
Well, I tell you, friends, it's like this.
The boys and I had little Todd.
And you decided why split four ways, huh?
Why, you catch, I said.
Didn't you think I'd have anything to say about that?
I put away that gun, Toddis.
Yeah, yeah.
Toddis was only clown.
Yes, all best.
You know, I'm a little surprised at you, Dick, see?
Look, if we were gonna double-cross you,
you think we'd send you for the dough?
Sure, that doesn't make sense.
But, but, but, but, no, don't move, Piracy.
You'll drop that gun.
Let's go on, Martinis.
Well, Mr. Smart Guy, what do you say?
You're not going to!
You're not going to!
Go ahead, Toddis.
All right.
Gentlemen, if this little get-together hasn't been pleasant,
it has been informative.
Well, I'll be very glad to show you what I learned.
Next time, will you?
Hello?
Uh, I'm looking for a Michael Wearing private detective
called a falcon.
Well, you picked the right place.
Oh, are you?
Come on in, Angel.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Sit down.
I suppose I should introduce myself.
It's customary.
Well, my name is Hazel Walls.
Hazel Walls?
Ah, that's right.
Who recommended me?
Well, I remembered hearing about the falcon years ago.
And to file the information away for this more convenient date, hm?
Yes.
Yes.
Are you available for a taste?
That's $50 a day, and expenses I am.
What's your problem?
Well, it's really not my problem, Mr. Wearing a-
A girl from the mines engaged with some man, and she believes that he's done something.
Crookin?
Of course not.
All right, let's call it unethical.
You go on.
Well, uh, if the man ever was caught, could they force my friend to be a witness against him?
They certainly couldn't.
Even though she found out about it by accident?
Doesn't make any difference, Ms. Walls?
Well, isn't there anything she can do?
Nope.
Only if she were married to him, could she refuse to testify?
Well, if we got married!
I mean, if they got married, I-
Let's use the first example, Hazel.
It'll be easier on us both.
Now, look here, Mr. Wearing a-
No, you're looking, Hazel.
You're obviously in some sort of a jam. Now, what is it?
I tell you you're wrong.
What does your boyfriend do?
Nothing, absolutely nothing.
All right.
I suppose you tell me his name.
It-
Hey, Preston.
Come on, Hazel. What's his name?
Well, you have no right to question me like this.
No, but the police have.
Look at-
You're not going to call him.
No?
Well, it's-
It's George Reynolds.
He's the same George Reynolds.
He used to run with the Gallagher mom.
No!
No, it's not that one at all.
Well, suppose you introduce us and let me see for myself.
I'm an easy man to convince.
Well, sounds as though Mike follows that good old theory
that seeing is believing.
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Now back to the adventures of the fog.
15 minutes of fast and hazel work and produce themselves to mic wearing.
And now the two are on their way to Georgie Reynolds department.
Strangely enough, Ms. Walsh doesn't seem too delighted by the trip.
I don't know why, if you're talking in this is the way.
Simple hazel.
You're the kind of girl who's taken such a licking,
you could be talking to anything.
That's a lie.
All right, then why did you bring me here?
Because I thought you could help George.
And what if it's the same George,
I think it is you'll have to get yourself another boy.
Whatever made you tie up with a guy like that.
I don't think that can change you.
That's the place.
Can I help?
No, thanks.
Where's the light switch?
A little over to your light.
Can you guys?
Yep.
Stop that.
I saw him there.
You see where you are.
Is he?
He's nothing else.
Someone gave it to him right for the temperate.
You are!
You are!
You're going to grip on yourself.
How can you talk to me like that?
What might be on say?
You've been murdered.
I can talk to you.
I thought because it's not just me on say.
What?
This is a boy named Dixie Taylor.
Now will you behave as a...
I'm going to get in the way.
You must be some mistake.
What's the matter, Hazel?
You disappointed it isn't George?
Of course not.
Did you know Taylor?
I was a friend of George's eyes.
So I'm around here one to twice.
Who else was a member of this fraternity?
That's the only Louis Martinez.
Well, let's have some select group.
I've heard of all of them.
Did they black ball anyone recently?
Hello, what do you mean?
Did your boyfriend and Martinez cross anyone lately?
I don't think so.
Hazel, you better stop lying.
You don't do it very well.
What was a mixed bondage?
Good looking boy.
I'm 35.
Yes.
What do they fight about?
I don't know.
You think so on as much a killed Dixie?
I suppose so.
How about George?
No!
Hazel, don't be a sucker.
You think you'll appreciate your loyalty?
Why don't you ask him where he is?
You are, kid.
All right, I will.
Isn't it nice of her not to suspect you, George?
Not to suspect her what?
Take a look under that blanket.
Oh.
Who did it?
That's just what I was asking.
You got any suggestions?
Larry Awards.
Say who invited you here anyway?
She didn't.
Oh, was that so?
I'm dying.
How is only thinking of you?
That's the truth, George.
Never have I seen a woman show so much concern.
All right.
Where is Rita?
I don't need you.
How about Hazel?
She don't need you either.
Go on, Hazel.
Tell him.
Oh, I made a statement to where I am sorry.
You mean that?
Yes.
Okay.
You'll be it.
Or when the police show up, tell him I have to leave.
It'll be a pleasure.
Listen, George, I know what you're going to say.
Do you?
Oh, darling.
I was only thinking of you.
I know what you did to my genius.
I think the sun is.
That's why I went to wear it.
Oh, that's the smart one.
But I was worried about the sun.
And I'm worried about you, Hazel.
You think you'll ever learn to keep your mouth shut?
Or do I have to please you?
I don't want to.
What's all your mind, Mike?
What's all your mind, Mike?
What's all your mind, Mike?
What's all your mind, Mike?
What's all your mind, Mike?
Listen, what kind of caper is George Erenno's full recently?
Well, there's some talk going around.
A big joke, Gallagher, with snatch players week.
Oh, it's crazy.
Sergeant, I saw him on 48th today.
I know.
That's the story we got, according to one of my pet's dolies
as Mrs. Laydowne and undergrounds to get him back.
I think George Erenno's behind us.
It wouldn't be at all surprised.
We can't do anything.
You tell me how, when we got no proof,
Mrs. Gallagher hasn't seen fit to make a complaint.
What's next on us, in on us?
Stephen, now, more about nighter.
What do you know about soldiers?
That's quite enough, Sergeant.
I'll let you know the minute I learn more.
Oh, by the way, there was a body over George Erenno's apartment.
Go over and pick it up like a good fellow, will you?
Yes?
Hello, the soldiers.
It's a never-meaning.
Oh, sure, sure.
You're the...
Forking, aren't you?
Mm-hmm.
Can I come in?
Why not?
Sorry, I can't offer you anything.
Well, you never know unless you try.
All right, we're wearing what's on your mind, yes.
All right.
All right.
All right.
All right.
All right.
All right.
All right.
All right.
All right.
All right.
All right.
All right.
All right.
All right.
I heard you went to George Erenno and had little trouble last night.
You must be thinking it two other guys.
What gets me is why you took it out on Taylor.
Taylor?
Yeah, haven't you heard?
He's dead.
Not my old pal, Dixie.
Well, well, well, what do you know?
I know you better have a pretty good alibi, honey.
Come on, Sergeant, let's get your coat.
We're going to headquarter.
Just...
Brief me on one thing, Mary.
You're a private detective, aren't you?
That's right.
Now, where did you get all pushing people around?
It's my hobby.
You're going to get your coat away to go like that.
Act your age.
Put away the gun, Tondor.
Put it away.
Wait a second.
I'll cut it out of one.
Drop it.
Go away.
Drop it.
All right.
Now, what do you say, friend?
Do we take that little ride I mentioned?
Okay, wearing.
But don't be surprised if someday I return the favor.
Is there a guy named Mike Wearing here?
That's me.
It's like a...
Come in here.
I'll talk to you.
Okay.
See you later, Sergeant.
Hey, fat.
Did I learn?
No, thanks.
Sergeant Carvot tells me you're the boy who brought in Saunders.
What?
With a play here.
Well, I'm glad you got a kick out of it.
Because I just talked to headquarters about you.
What for?
Do you see how they feel about attempted blackmail?
What are you talking about?
Didn't you try to shake down Saunders?
Is that what he claimed?
No, I can put two and two together myself.
And you ought to go back to school, Inspector.
There's something wrong with your arithmetic.
I doubt it.
When you start shoving a guy around just because you've got a record,
there's only one answer.
Oh, you're crazy.
I tell you Saunders killed Dixie Taylor.
How?
He shot him.
That's how?
From Philadelphia.
What are you talking about?
Going to the corner, Dixie Taylor.
How?
He shot him.
From Philadelphia.
What are you talking about?
Going to the corner, Dixie Taylor died at 8.30 p.m.
So what?
Well, at 8.25, Saunders were picked up by the Pennsylvania State Police
for carrying a rat without a license.
And he wasn't released until two hours later.
Now who doesn't know his arithmetic?
Oh, Mike.
Hey, Zool.
How'd you get in here?
You pretended to let me in.
I've got to talk to you.
Now, let's make this evening, Zool, because I want to talk to you.
Look, you've got to drop the tape.
Now, that raises a problem.
How can I drop something I've never been tasteful in the first place?
I don't understand.
I mean, if I'm going to work for free, I might as well do it for myself.
He can't do that.
Yeah, I'd like to see someone stop me.
What's your default number?
Why?
Because I want to talk to him.
What about?
The murder of Dixie Taylor.
He doesn't know anything about it.
Are you kidding me?
Now, what's the number?
Come on, Hazel, I'm not clowning.
It's Rally 499.
Sure, baby.
When I get to with Mr. Reynolds, you won't ever lay a hand on me again.
You don't hear me complaining.
Next, you'll be telling me you love the guy.
I do.
Hello.
Is that you Reynolds?
Uh, this is Louis Martinez for you.
Mike, let me talk to George.
I'm afraid that he's not a big question.
Listen, Martinez, if I have to come over there...
Everyone do you any good?
He's great.
He's what?
Someone's begging me not to strict me about an hour ago.
And somehow we didn't seem to agree with him.
Not too much.
I don't believe it.
But he has resigned.
I'm supposed to go over and check.
With George?
Come on, Hazel.
Get a grip on yourself.
You better off without him.
Oh, how can you talk that way?
Because it's the truth. He was no good.
That's a lie.
Don't give me that.
You knew he was the brain behind the big Joe Gallagher snatch.
No, you're wrong.
Are you kidding?
What's the incident?
What happened to the loot?
The loot?
The ransom money, Mrs. Gallagher paid all.
How would I know?
You would if anybody would.
You can't keep it, Angel.
I didn't intend to.
Then where is it?
Well, I didn't tell me that I watched them through the T-hole.
Where did they put it?
Under the middle cushion of the sofa, George is a policeman.
Okay, let's get it before someone else gets the same idea.
I wouldn't be surprised for a little late now.
You know what Mike said just now about getting there first?
Sounds like the race that usually goes on in my house
for the last piece of cold chicken in the refrigerator.
But a chicken sandwich sure makes a swell snack,
especially when you put lots of craft mayonnaise on the bread.
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Now back to the adventures of the flow.
A half hours past since Mike wearing learned
that with a recent death of Georgie Reynolds
and the earlier demise of Dixie Taylor,
the original quartet was now working as a duo
on $100,000 worth of loose note.
And now as we rejoin the team of Mark and Hazel,
they're making their entrance to Georgie Reynolds' apartment.
The Hazel seems to be suffering with a bad case of stage fright.
That's never-ending.
I'm having trouble.
Get some a little nervous.
I'll help me try.
Ah, come in.
Hello.
What do you expect?
Shut the door, wearing.
Look, my team.
I said shut the door.
All right, all right.
All right, you don't have to worry.
I don't believe in taking chances.
What's the matter? No sporting blood?
Yeah, I guess I'm yellow.
Too bad Georgie being having much sense.
Where is he?
Move the club chair.
What?
Yeah, gone.
He was behind it.
I don't bring him back.
Well, while we were on this subject,
where were you at 11th?
He was waiting for me in my apartment.
Nice.
Look, you better watch that mouth.
Then you better watch yours.
All right, Hazel, where is it?
Where is what?
The door we got from Gallagher.
I don't know.
Don't give me that.
I want it, honey, watch it.
Nothing's going to keep me from it on the side.
What?
No, no, no.
Don't bother turning around, Latina.
It's only me.
Listen, Saunders.
Don't mind if I do, Latina.
The tooth drops the gun.
That's a sweetheart.
You want me to pick it up?
No, no, no.
Don't trouble yourself, Larry.
I can manage.
Oh, what happened to Georgia?
The same thing that happened to Bixie Taylor and...
He was such a sweet guy, wasn't he?
Oh, by the way, when I walked in here,
Martinez was asking you a question.
I don't remember your answering it.
Would you like to now?
You'll never see a penny of that money.
Come on, come on, Hazel.
We're wasting time.
Where is it?
That's all I'm going to do.
I do and make no mistake about it.
It's under the middle cushion of this sofa.
What say where you are, Martinez?
I'll do my own checking.
Oh, no.
Isn't that pretty?
I'm afraid I haven't the time, Louis.
We have to find it.
What? Get down.
Hey, go.
Hey.
Get it out, brothers.
Get the hairs.
Oh, hello, Sergeant.
Hi, Mike.
Inspector, let me round to apologize.
Oh, what happened?
Twenty minutes ago, a call came through from Philly
that that's Saunders they picked up there
with this guy's cousin.
I thought there was something screwy playing.
Well, if you fellas don't mind.
Just a minute.
Where are you going, Martinez?
I like your figure.
He's no point of my hanging around you.
No.
You better get used to it, Louis.
You're going to do quite a bit of it from now on.
What are you talking about?
You killed Dixie Taylor and George Reynolds.
You're crazy.
Well, maybe you're right.
Here I've got you hanging.
When any kid knows it in New York, they burn you.
All right, Sergeant, prove it to him.
Mike.
Oh, I don't say anything.
But I'm just going to ask.
Ask me to explain things.
Who do you?
Well, I guess you're entitled to it.
You see, this was a modern version of Steve's falling out.
When Louis Martinez saw how George double-crossed Saunders
it didn't take him long to figure that he was next.
So he decided to beat your boyfriend to the punch.
First to kill Dixie, which made it look bad for Saunders.
And then to ensure his best he killed George.
Then why did he wait at the house first?
Well, he had to.
You were the only one who knew where the money was fetched.
And until he got it, he could let it to murder for nothing.
Well, it couldn't have Saunders have done that?
I knew Martinez was to kill along the four Saunders ever showed up.
How?
Well, Martinez told us he hadn't called the police.
So obviously there was no autopsy performed.
Yet he knew exactly what poison killed George in the time he got it.
And every time he was able to form the George,
he'd been fed a dose of poison and now before I called him.
And how would he know that unless he was right there feeding it to him?
So I tell you something.
How is your wound?
I lied to you about letting George to see.
Otherwise I'd have a good face in my chest.
No, I couldn't afford to handle.
Why not?
Well, you're much prettier than my team isn't Saunders.
Well, I don't understand.
But if you ask me to develop this case on midnight,
and if you were guilty, what would I do for a date?
