The Falcon - The Case of Everybody's Gun

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Hello. Yes, this is the Falcon speaking. Oh, Laura.

I think so the call angel, but tonight is out, unless you're settled for hot dogs and pop.

I had a client, but he got killed before he paid me. You know, a thing like that's not only murder,

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It's Wednesday night in New York and tall, sleepy-eyed Spencer Hollister has just admitted Jack

Landis to his expensive penthouse apartment. Landis is stocky, good-looking young fellow sits on

the arm of a chair, lighting a cigarette while Hollister walks to his desk, opens it and reaches in.

He has just promised Landis a $5,000 check. When he pulls his hand from a draw, instead of a check

book, he has a gun in it. All right, Landis, don't move. I'm not moving. You don't seem surprised.

I've learned to expect anything. Well, will it surprise you to learn the line all about you?

Not terribly. You don't believe me. Well, I happen to know your credentials are forged. I happen to

know you've converted almost all the checks to cash already. You expect to cash, though,

you collected this weekend first thing in the morning and clear out. All right, you go to the

head of the class. Now what? You have over a hundred thousand dollars cash that you've

swindled people out of by trading on the generosity. Rather nasty business, wouldn't you say? There's

really nothing lower than a charity fake. I'll go sit in a corner. People will be furious to

hear about it. If? You laid your plans carefully, but there are a few things you've overlooked.

For instance, you have me on your soccer list, is someone with a lot of cash and no brains,

right? Next time I'll give my perspective donors an IQ test. Under estimating my intelligence,

wasn't your biggest mistake over estimating my bank account was. Don't tell me you're a proper

holster. Worse, a debtor. Don't let this penthouse fool you, or the name Hollister, either,

the family fortune is the thing of the past. I mean, Hawk, you're breaking my heart. Don't feel

too bad about it. You can help me out. Can I? You're giving me $75,000 in cash tonight. I didn't

know I was so generous. I'm not fooling. Otherwise, I'll call the police. I thought you disapproved

of the way I made the money. That's why I want to relieve you, Abbot. Well, what do you know?

Brother Red. Well, since we so thoroughly disapproved each other, and don't you think we

ought to cut this conversation short? I think. Good. Then let's go get the cash. I've been told

money talks and that's a conversation that much rather listen to.

I'm a side squad, Sergeant Corbett speaking. Good morning, dimple. Oh, no, don't tell me. Let me guess.

Anything you little hot desires? Animal, vegetable or mineral? Vegetable. Is it a private detective?

How did you know? They call him the falcon. On the nose. His name is Mike Wearing. Bullseye.

I give up, who is it? Two other guys. All right, Wearing, what's up? I just lost a client.

I know that you were such a good detective. Yeah, so did my client. That's why he hired me.

What changed his mind for him? Bullseye? You mean I got to go to work? Well, let's up to you.

I'm just reporting the murder like a good little citizen. What had happened?

Sometime last night. A name of the stiff. Spencer Hollister. Two elves. Where'll I find him?

Get away apartment spent house. You there now? Yep. We'll stay there. I'll be right over.

All right, but as long as you're taking down the vital statistics, wouldn't you like to know the name of the murder in?

You got it? You got a pretty good idea. Yeah, I'm listening, Wearing.

Hollister hired me to check up on a character named Jack Landis. Landis was soliciting funds on a charity deal.

Big funds. Hollister suspected he was a phony. He hired me to check up.

Well, I found out Hollister was right. Landis was a phony. Yesterday, I gave Hollister the dope.

Today, I dropped ground to pick up the check. He promised me and found him with a bulletin is inside.

And your figure, Landis, put it there. What do you think? Well, I think it's worse checking on.

I'll have him picked up. Good boy. Landis probably killed Hollister because he knew too much.

And since I'm the guy who told Hollister what he knew, Landis might decide to do the same for me.

Well, we're in low landis. You heard the radio. You've got the net out for you.

Yeah, for me. So what are you worrying about, Whitey? But I'm with you. If it bothers you, you can drop me a film as hell.

But you're not going up there. Why not? It's the first place the cops will look.

In that case, they should be true, but the time I get there.

So take me there and you can run over to your place in Jersey.

Okay, Landis, but believe me, you're asking for trouble. Well, I don't always get what I ask for, Whitey.

So stop worrying.

Jack. Is it such a shock? No, but the papers say the police are looking for you.

Yeah, so I'd better get out of the hall, close the door. All right.

I thought you'd try to get out of town and leave you. This is pretty risky.

I don't think so. The police will think the same as you. They won't be looking for me in New York.

They might. I don't think you're very happy to see me.

I'm worried for you. Say why you forgot to give me your kiss?

I'm sorry here. Hey, baby, it's cold inside. I guess I'm worried.

Did you really kill that man? Oh, so that's what's bothering you. Did you?

I never pretended I was an angel, sweetheart. But to kill a man. You're doing all right, baby, aren't you?

Yes, but I just remember this. Never look a gift mink in the mouth.

I can't help worry. Forget it. We've got work to do.

Work? You're going to help me die, my hair. Oh, does that mean you'll be staying around

a while? You don't sound pleased. I just don't think it's safe.

I'm beginning to think it wouldn't be safe for me to leave.

What do you mean by that? Well, this way I can keep an eye on you.

What's on your mind? You've been hinting at something ever since I got frostbitten.

You won't believe it. It's just that I'm worried about you. Sure, I will.

Only I can't help wondering whether what's worrying you is that I'll get caught.

Are you well?

Who's there? Me. Ellie. Oh, dear. Just a minute.

Come in quick.

Yeah. I told you on the phone to stay away from here, Ellie.

Jack's been hanging around. He also told me when I was going to see why he

had cost her today. But he'll be back. At least he'll give us a chance to talk.

I've got to decide what to do. There's nothing we can. We can turn landers into the police.

What wouldn't they kill me? From jail? I have no guarantee they'd hold him.

Well, he wouldn't have to know. The police are after him already.

Yeah, that's right. We just have to be sure that there's no way

if it's finding out you had anything to do with a tip off. He'd be sure to suspect.

He doesn't know about me. Maybe I could do something.

He suspects there's somebody else though.

He can't be very suspicious. He wouldn't have left you alone.

Well, we all make mistakes, fella. Jack.

Oh, he's always so happy to see me.

Whitey got kind of boring. I thought things would be more interesting around here.

That's why I'm back so soon. Seems I was right.

Please, Jack, don't do anything.

Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?

That looks like I'll have to do it myself. I'm Jack Landis.

You're a...

Ali?

Craig.

Please to know you, Mr. Craig.

Oh, by the way, thumb, I want to apologize to this sudden appearance.

I have to make it the back way because anyone as popular as I am with the law can't

very well be seen riding an elevator.

What are you going to do?

That worries you, doesn't it?

Or is it this gun that's right in you?

Or the fact that you plan to double-cross me?

Or maybe the combination?

Oh, why doesn't somebody say something? I don't like to hog the conversation.

Ali, you'd do something. I know the look on his face.

What?

Yes, indeed. What can you do?

He's going to kill us.

Oh, not sweetheart.

You know that I...

What's the matter?

I don't know. I'm dizzy.

Ali, you're quick.

Yeah, all right. Mr. Arthur, I'll take that gun.

Just let me sit down.

Sure, I should. Right there, but I've got that gun.

Yeah, so I see.

Aw, Thalma, you disappoint me.

Do you really think I was going to kill you?

You had a gun.

What were killing you accomplished?

Revenge?

No, that's true, but it's petty.

You should know, sweetheart, that I'm never petty.

You want to talk as we are, David?

Don't let him, Thalma.

Call the police while I keep an eye on him.

You'll need more than an eye.

I also have a gun, which doesn't happen to be loaded.

Whereas this one does.

Ali, don't reach for that.

I told you, it wasn't loaded.

That's why I brought along this other one.

I don't understand.

I'll explain it to you in a minute,

but first put that gun down on the desk.

Go ahead and you want me to prove that this one's loaded.

All right, I'll put it in the gun.

There. That's better.

I hate to disappoint you, but you won't be getting this one from me.

I don't make a habit of the disease.

And I look so worried.

I told you I wasn't going to kill you.

What are you going to do?

I also told you'd be nothing petty.

It's a little narcotic scheme.

I have a mind that ought to net a quarter of a million.

But there's a certain amount of risk involved.

And it occurred to me that young Mr. Crane here

is just the man to take that risk.

You want me to help get it past customs?

Oh, hi, I couldn't.

Well, that's up to you.

If you don't, film is going to be found with a bullet in her head.

And the bullet is going to come from that gun you had,

which has got your fingerprints on it.

No, please.

You got your choice.

Take orders and face a murder, rap.

Oh, what can I say?

Yes or no?

But I hope it'll be yes.

Because I promised some of that I wouldn't kill her.

And I hate to be a liar.

But under the circumstances,

I don't think I'll have to be.

Do you?

Hello, where I thought I'd find you dead flunching that?

Ah, Carbett, sit down.

Want to pick a rib with me or I'll pick my brain?

I'm looking for a lead.

Well, but the lead you want, Sergeant, I'll give you one.

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Naturally, because there's nothing like Miracle Whip

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Ah, look, Ed, I know that your salads are good.

I know that Miracle Whip makes them the best dog on salads.

I ever ate, but, uh, well, right now,

I've got something else on my mind.

Something else?

Good grief, Carbett, don't scare them.

So it doesn't know that there isn't room

for more than one thing in your mind.

Oh, no, Sergeant, that wasn't what I meant.

It's not at all.

I meant there couldn't be something else like Miracle Whipnoda.

Honestly, there's nothing like Miracle Whipnoda.

It's the only one of its kind.

Ah, now Ed, don't get excited.

I just love to have something to eat.

And on a day like this,

I'd love nothing more than a good, cool salad,

made of, well, lots of fresh vegetables

and plenty of Miracle Whipnoda.

But, uh, I couldn't eat it here.

Couldn't eat it here.

Why not?

Because when wearings here, it takes my appetite.

Well, then why don't you take your appetite

right over to that table in the corner and start eating?

You know, if I didn't know you fell as so well,

I think you really meant those things

you say to each other.

Okay, Ed.

Now bring me a cheese sandwich

and one of those salads made

with that salad dressing of yours.

Oh, well, now it's not my salad dressing, Sergeant.

Miracle Whip is made by craft

and by golly, they make it so good

that I understand it's America's favorite salad dressing.

Say, tell me something, Ed,

if you made America's favorite salad

and forgot to put Miracle Whip on it,

what would you have?

Oh, that's easy.

America's favorite salad.

Undressed, my mind.

Well, wrap them up, Ed.

All right, it's you, Ed.

I don't know what you're doing.

Now you're wearing,

what can you tell me about Jack Landers?

Nothing more than I have.

Well, then what about Whitey Acosta?

Never heard of them.

I can see you're not going to be so much help.

Well, I'd like to leave a few odds

and ends for you.

It's good for you, morale.

Who is this Whitey Acosta anyway?

Well, according to our information,

his Landers' partner must have been a silent partner.

How about Landers work the job alone?

Well, maybe the girl can tell me something.

What girl?

Elma Patterson.

Landers used to go with her.

Have you talked to her yet?

No, didn't want to tip her off.

We have a man stacked out in front of her building

in case Landers comes by,

but he hasn't shown,

so I guess we'll have to try the girl.

Now, what does she look like?

Hmm, cute.

They tell me.

Well, Corbett, seeing as how you're over your head again,

perhaps I can be persuaded to lend a assistant?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll question the girl.

Oh, thanks just the same wearing,

but when are my men can handle it?

Well, how will he handle it?

Now, me?

He wouldn't think of troubling it.

That's no trouble.

It's a matter of routine.

If you're amazed how interesting routine can be sometimes.

And I have a free evening.

So, uh, Corbett, where does she live?

Hello?

Hello, Corbett.

Oh, wearing that the girl succumbed to your charms?

I haven't seen her yet.

Well, then why does Corbett?

When I got to her apartment,

I also was a crowd in the alley.

Been another shooting.

Huh?

Yeah, the night squad is there now.

But I thought you'd like to run over even though you're through.

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The day, this looks like part of your case.

Oh.

You're looking for landers.

Is he there?

Yep.

Well, what happened? Did he shoot the girl?

Not exactly, Corbett.

Somebody shot him.

Elliot, I've got to talk to you.

What is it?

Jack's been murdered.

What?

Where? When?

Right down stairs. Just after you left.

Are the police there?

Not up here, but there's a big crowd down below.

I can see them from the back window.

Well, well, just a tight.

Put the gun with the fingerprints. He had it.

Well, that's right. We've got to do something.

Did somebody at my door?

Police?

Maybe.

Don't tell them a thing.

We'll have to tell them.

Not now. I'll try to get word to you.

All right. Goodbye.

I'm coming.

Yes?

Thalma Patterson.

That's right.

I'm Sergeant Corbett of New York Police Department.

Police? Why? What's wrong?

You used to go with Jack Landis, didn't you?

Yes, but I...

One of the last time you saw him.

Not for weeks.

You're sure?

Sure you didn't see him today.

Of course not. Why?

Would it surprise you if I were to tell you Landis

was killed today?

No. Not any day.

Well, you don't seem very upset.

I told you, Jack and I have been finished for weeks.

Well, we're going to have to ask you some questions, uh,

do we come in?

But I don't know anything.

Well, who cares? We'd still like to come in.

Who is this, Sergeant?

Mike Wearing.

Falcon?

Yeah, you are right, Corbett.

Real cute.

What?

I was hoping we could get acquainted.

Now, see him, Mr. Weir.

Well, you don't have to worry.

Corbett's here, a shaperone.

Oh, don't mind me.

Are you kidding?

Well, Thalma, do we come in?

All right.

But I don't know what I can tell you.

Well, we'll worry about that when we ask.

Come in, Corbett.

Yeah, yeah.

Thalma Patterson, what can you tell us

about Dwighty Acosta?

I don't know any such person.

Well, he used to go with Landis.

Yes.

Dwighty was a friend of Landis.

I wouldn't know.

He must have met him sometime, a hold at Corbett.

Don't mind the Sergeant, Thalma.

He has to bring in a suspect, so he's a little irritable.

He better humor him, or he might decide the suspect is you.

But I don't know.

Well, do you know anyone who would know?

I don't think it.

Well, wait a minute.

Hey, what is it?

You might try Happy's Bar.

Jack used to hang around there.

Perhaps he met this Weiti there.

Perhaps someone there may know.

Thanks, Angel.

I'll try it.

So long.

Hey, where are you going, Wearing?

Happy's Bar.

And Corbett, did you learn anything about routine?

What's yours, mister?

Well, I'm not drinking today.

How come you hang it over, bar?

I'm looking for someone.

I expect to find them in the bottles.

Good day.

Are you happy?

I'm dancing with joy, can't you see?

The guy they call Happy, owner of this fire trap.

Hey, what's up?

I'm here.

I'm here.

I'm here.

I'm here.

I'm here.

I'm here.

I'm here.

I'm here.

Hey, call me Happy.

What's it call you, Mike?

When you go formal, Mike Wearing.

Mike Wearing.

I heard about Falcon, by that name once.

Well, now that we know each other, do I get some help?

What are you looking for?

Why do you cost him?

Why do you?

By the way, did you drop this 20?

Yeah, 20.

Thanks, Wearing.

Maybe you'd better come with me.

Delighted.

Right through back this way.

You friend of mine, eh?

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This door right here.

I'll turn down the light.

There's nobody in here.

Now, hey.

I'd like you, Wearing.

I'm the blushing guy.

By the way, do you like beer?

Yeah.

Fine.

You just sit there like good little boy

and keep your mouth shut or you'll get a bottle

right between the eyes.

Hello, Wearing.

I see guns are being worn on the hand these days.

Just a precaution, like locking you in here.

Would you be quite of your customs, possible?

What do you want with him, rectify an error?

Hmm?

Somebody hired me to check on Jack Landers.

I did, but I stopped short of you.

You know what?

Wearing.

Wearing.

Wearing.

Wearing.

I did, but I stopped short of you.

Assuming you are.

Whitey.

What have I got to do with Landers?

You worked with him.

If you're whitey.

What would you hear that?

That famous character.

Very reliable source.

Source must have a name.

I wouldn't be surprised.

Was it the girl?

What girl?

Tell him about Patterson.

I warned Landers about her.

And you admit knowing Landers.

That's a people knew him.

But you work, Warren.

I didn't say that.

He was a studious type, like the travel on Wits and Charms.

Shooting someone down like Hollis

does seem a little out of character.

Not much, but a little.

You could have been his muscles.

You're trying to tell the Hollis to jump to me.

It's worth thinking about.

It'll take more than thinking.

Then there's the Landers job.

You could have done that.

What Landers job?

Haven't you heard?

He's been killed too.

What?

What kind of a gag is that?

Oh, believe me.

When I try for laughs, I do better than that.

It's her.

Who?

Tell him about Patterson.

Landers told me he was going to put her here on grain in her.

When he told you this, is he?

When you saw him today.

Try some that they make something out of it.

It was early.

And he was going to turn on the heat.

Yeah.

They must have had enough heat already.

So it works backward.

Then they sick you want the measles.

I can take the wrap.

Yeah.

Yeah.

He dads up.

Pretty good at figures, why didn't he?

But that's not get ahead of ourselves.

Well, I got to get ahead of his death girl.

Maybe I can help you.

If you will help me.

What can you do?

If you're telling the truth?

Plenty.

So how's it putting away that heater and letting me add it?

Huh?

Homicide, Sergeant Corbin speaking.

Oh, Corbin, I found Whitey Acosta.

Good.

Now you can lose him.

What?

The case is all wrapped up without Whitey.

Well, bully for you.

What happened?

Well, we found the gun and it has fingerprints on it.

Who's are they?

Who's your think?

Well, off hand, I guess the girl.

Well, what do you know?

He wins a gold-plated uppers.

Yeah, you're right, wearing.

The murder gun shows a nice clear set of Thelma Patterson's prints.

This is Ed Hurley here again, friends.

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Now, back to the adventures of the falcon.

A few hours have passed since Corvette told Mike the case was as clear as Thelma's fingerprints on the murder gun.

However, Thelma insists on her innocence.

And now it hit quarters, she's trying to prove it to the falcon and Corvette.

But Sergeant, I cooperated with you before, didn't I? Why won't you believe me now?

Well, I'd like to, but I believe fingerprints even more.

I can explain about them.

Well, go ahead.

Jack came and threatened me if I wouldn't hide him up.

I pulled the gun to protect myself and chased him out of the apartment.

And then somebody must have stolen the gun and killed him.

Well, that makes real sense.

That's Mike Corvette at that.

Yeah, wearing, well, who'd know about the gun?

Who'd have opportunity to steal it?

I can think of one person.

Now who?

Her boyfriend.

I don't have a boyfriend.

How since Jack?

Well, Corvette looks like we're ready for Whitey.

Yeah.

Lavigne.

Yes, Sergeant?

Bring us Whitey Acosta.

Yes.

You found Whitey?

But he doesn't know.

I will see what he knows.

You want me, Sergeant?

Yeah, Whitey.

Worrying tells me you saw land is today.

That's right.

Did he say anything to you about the girl?

Yeah.

He suspects she found herself a new playmate.

Said he was going to find out if she had.

He was going to make things hard for them.

So that's your evidence, Jack, suspected?

A lot that proves.

Don't be impatient, sweetheart.

We have more.

Yeah.

Lavigne.

Yes, Sergeant?

Let's have Crane.

Yes, Sergeant?

Crane.

Elliot Crane.

You know, he's going to be disappointed about you telling us you got no boyfriend.

He had an idea.

He was it.

So much.

You all right?

Elliot, how much?

What have you told her?

Everything is the whole truth.

I had to.

Well, that's more than we can say for your girlfriend.

I wanted to keep Elliot out of this.

But as long as you found out about him anywhere, I might as well tell the truth now.

Well, that'll be nice for a change.

Well, Elliot and I were together.

And Jack came in with a gun.

Yeah, I told him about me getting the gun, so that's why my prince would be young.

Let her tell it, Elliot.

But it was like Elliot says.

All right, that explains his prince.

Except the murder gun had yours, not his.

I know.

What's that?

He didn't tell me about it.

Jack ordered us to obey him.

And then he left with the gun that had Elliot's fingerprints on it.

He picked it up with a handkerchief in his hand,

so the fingerprints wouldn't be destroyed.

And then Elliot and I talked for a little while, and then he left.

What did he decide?

I was going to do what Landis wanted,

because I didn't want anything to happen to Thelma.

I said let her tell it.

Sorry.

That's the way it was.

Anyway, a little later I went out, and I went through the Elliot.

It's a shortcut to the next street.

And there was Jack dead, and the gun nearby.

The one with Crane's prints?

I was afraid it was the same gun, so I picked it up and wiped off the prints.

And then I heard someone coming, so I ducked into a doorway.

And I held the gun in case I'd have to use it to get away.

That's how I got my prints.

Oh, you admit you were going to use the gun to get away.

Well, I couldn't be found there with the gun.

I knew how it would look.

Wouldn't look any worse than it does now.

I was frightened.

I wasn't thinking too clearly.

Anyway, whoever came hurried away, I get to call the police.

I was in such a panic by that time I just dropped the gun and ran.

And you expect us to believe that?

Oh, I not call it.

People do screw you things when they're scared.

I'll tell me you'll believe her wearing.

Well, since she didn't kill landers, I don't see why not.

Who says she didn't kill landers?

Whitey says so, because he did it.

What?

Whitey.

That's right, Corvitz.

Whitey's the murderer.

So go ahead and make your arrest.

All right, wearing.

Whitey killed landers because they had the hundred grand from the charity swindle stashed away

and Whitey decided to keep the whole pile for himself.

That's right, Corvitz.

And he felt sure we'd been the killing on Elliot Crane or the girl Thelma.

That's why he was willing to cooperate with us.

But where'd he slip up?

Well, he said when landers visited him, that landers suspected Thelma had another boyfriend.

But landers didn't confirm it later.

Yeah, so?

When I first saw Whitey, he specifically named Crane.

That's how I was able to locate Crane.

Oh, yeah.

So that meant Whitey had seen landers again after the visit to the girl,

which puts him at the murder scene.

Landers took Whitey along for protection and left him waiting outside

to be ready if anything went wrong, just like he did at Hollister's.

And Whitey killed him.

Some protection.

Well, he shouldn't have been surprised.

The man puts his life in the hands of a gunman.

He's playing with gunfire.

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