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Hello?
Yes, this is the fault I'm speaking.
Oh, Linda.
I'm glad you called.
You'll have to cancel me out tonight, Angel.
I've got to take a toy away from a baby.
Someone just bought this baby a gun.
Unless I stop her, she figures to get quite a bang out of it.
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Now join him on the air when the Falcon solves the case
of the Missing Missed.
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And now, the case of the Missing Missed.
It is late Saturday afternoon.
In a short, heavy-set boy in a dirty trench coat
makes his way to the 12th floor suite of Senator Arthur Blake.
When he comes to the door, he feels
at his left shoulder where the outline of a holster can be seen.
Then, obviously, a mere shorty, yes,
and forgotten the tools of his trade,
he knocks on the center of his door.
Does the second?
Yes.
It's Senator Blake-in.
Well, I'm afraid he's busy at the moment.
Can I help you on Mary and Crane Secretary?
Now, nice.
Where is he on that?
Just a moment, Mr. Darling.
I don't remember making the point with you.
Don't let it worry you, Miss Crane.
I make my own.
Mary, would you be good enough to...
I'm sorry, my dear.
I didn't realize we had a visitor.
Hello, Senator.
How do you do, sir?
I hate to break in on you like this, but it can't be helped.
My name is Darling.
Darling, are you?
No, I'm not one of your constituents.
I'm with the FBI.
FBI?
That's right, honey.
Well, what can I do for you, Mr. Darling?
You can get your things and come along with me.
I'm afraid I don't understand, sir.
You don't, Senator?
Give me here an asset called premium oil.
Premium oil?
No, I don't believe I have.
How about a party named John Colbert?
No.
It's very strange, Senator, because our investigation shows
you help Colbert sell over $8 million
with a petroleum product to the Navy during the war.
Where, my good man is selling oil to the Navy?
A violation of the law?
It is when Colbert and his phony company
never delivered even a jar of gasoline for all that don't.
Well, there must be some mistake, could be.
I suppose you take that up with my chief.
I'll be glad to, Mr. Darling.
If you'll excuse me for a moment, wait a minute, Senator.
What are you going?
Just to get my briefcase, I left it in the bedroom.
I assure you I have no intention of escaping.
OK.
Mr. Darling.
Yeah?
Are you from the Washington Bureau or the local office?
What difference does it?
Do you hear something, then?
Yes, came from the bedroom.
There's a fire escape in there.
No.
Get away from that window, Blakey.
Where are you, Mr. Darling?
If you take one more step, I'll listen, Blakequit,
bluffing and climb down off that window ledge.
So you think I'm bluffing?
Go, Daddy, go!
All right, hello, Lindsay.
You know you're not supposed to come to my apartment
unless I have something for you.
Well, I got something for you, Lindsay.
Senator Blake just committed suicide.
What are you talking about?
Have you seen the afternoon papers?
No.
We'll take a look.
Senator Arthur Blake commits suicide.
Head of contract negotiation committee dies in 12-storey leap.
So what?
What don't you get it, Lindsay?
This is all tied up with premium oil.
Is that what it says?
Oh, but that's the way it figures.
Senator Blake was my contact.
Senator Blair.
I relayed all the instructions they got from you to him.
Why, you're out of your mind, Herr L?
There's nothing wrong with premium oil.
Oh, sure, there he is.
I've been convinced of that for a year.
Well, then why didn't you talk up before?
I don't know.
Maybe the money was too good.
Well, maybe I was afraid.
Oh, you're wrong, Herr L?
I don't be a chump.
If premium oil was on the up and out,
why would they go for all this hoax-pocus?
What hoax-pocus?
Well, nobody on this side knows anyone else,
but the party gets its instructions from.
Well, I guess that just prevents leaks.
You don't believe that anymore than I do.
Listen, Lindsey, we've got to compare notes.
Who's the guy you get your instructions from?
I can't tell you.
I don't be a sap friend we're playing with dynamite.
Who's your contact?
John Colbert.
You've got to get in touch with him.
I can't.
You got to.
What you done understand, Herr L?
I've never seen this Colbert.
Whenever he's got any message for me, he writes.
Well, then he must be the headman in this racket.
Now, don't call it that.
Why, you got a better name?
We got a face at, Lindsey.
They've just been using us for tools.
I mean, nothing we can do about it.
Yes, yes, too.
I'm going to get a private detective.
Now, I think you're making a mistake, Herr L.
No, I should have done it a long time ago.
You with me?
No, I'm going to sit quiet for a while.
You better change your mind, Lindsey.
There's plenty of time for that when you're dead.
No.
No.
Yeah?
I'd like to talk to Michael Weren, please.
You are now.
Oh, Mr. Weren, my name is Edward Hurrell.
Hurrell?
Yeah.
I hate to bother you on Sunday, but I need help fast.
I'd like to suggest you try someone else.
Someone else?
Sure.
In a city as big as New York, there must be at least two private
detectives.
I don't understand where it is.
Did you read about Senator Blake Suicide?
What about it?
I'm the boy who paid him off.
What are you yapping about?
Another fellow named Kenneth Lindsay and myself
were employed by premium oil, you see.
But we didn't know what kind of a racket it was.
As a matter of fact, Lindsay's still isn't convinced.
How come you are?
Well, I've been doing a little check on my own.
I don't know if you've got any information her earlier
should turn it over to the proper authorities.
What do you live?
I'm at the Kimberley.
It's 4 a.
You there now?
Yeah.
Well, don't do any more talking on the phone.
You'll wire me to be tapped.
I'll be there in half an hour.
That you were?
Yeah.
Okay.
Come in.
Thanks.
I didn't expect you up another 20 minutes.
Let me take it.
What's the matter around?
You're not wearing?
Ain't I?
No.
I've seen pictures of him.
He's at least six inches tall and you are.
Maybe it just seems like that.
Yeah?
How do you account for his hair being black while yours is blonde?
Don't you think it goes better with my complexion?
Listen, Mr. What?
What's your game?
You don't have to worry around.
I'm from the FBI.
Yeah?
You don't seem convinced.
I'm not.
What's your name?
Darling.
Did Warren send you here?
Yep.
Which Warren?
I want you to suspicious one.
You're done right, I am.
Especially since I've been listening to the radio.
What do you mean?
Well, according to what I just heard,
before Senator Blake committed suicide,
an FBI agent dropped around to see him.
So?
So after Blake jumped,
this character told Blake Secretary
to stay where she was,
and he go get the police.
Yes, he never come back.
My cops think he was a phony.
And you think that was me?
I mean, meet your description.
Have you said, boy, I'm a cacket trench cook.
Well, I guess there's only one way I can prove it to you.
You want to see my credentials?
That might be a good idea.
Okay, well, what does this look like?
Hey.
What's the idea of the gun?
You asked to see it.
Then I was right.
Yeah.
But I don't think it'll do you much good.
You killed Senator Blake.
No, he was obliging enough to save me the trouble.
You see, my department, you're...
Your department?
Yeah.
The Department of Dead End.
I'm what you might call the cleanup man
for premium oil.
You're not full of me.
You're Jean-Cobère.
Who?
Jean-Cobère.
I don't seem to recall that name.
How about Kenneth Lindsay?
Glad you reminded me.
I got to see him next.
Suppose we get this over with him.
Listen, darling.
Can't we talk this over?
I don't think so.
Well, but, Pete, say, what can you do?
You wouldn't be trying to storm me.
Would you hurry?
Why should I?
It seems to me you mentioned something
about a phony name wearing being due here.
Oh, well, I was wrong.
You said it or you were wrong.
Dead wrong.
Now, now, now, now, now, now, now look, I'll give you shout.
You...
You...
Give me what?
Too bad.
Guess I'll never know.
Yes?
Mr. Kenneth Lindsay.
That's right.
Edward Harrell gave me your name.
Oh, well, come in.
I guess there is such a thing as luck.
What, they give up on?
There are eight Kenneth Lindsay's in the phone book.
The first time out, I get the right one.
No, look, Mr. Harrell.
Oh, yes, I'm sorry, my name is Mike Wearing.
I'm working for Harrell.
Then he did hire a detective, yeah?
Sit down.
Thanks.
Drink?
Yes, I could stand one after seeing Harrell.
Why didn't you bring him along?
Cop's thought he'd be much more comfortable at the morgue.
Thank you, drop something, one thing.
Is this your idea of a joke wearing?
About Harrell, hardly.
He was murdered an hour ago.
Who did it?
Don't you know?
If Horrell told you I knew anything about John Colbert.
John Colbert, who's he?
Didn't Horrell mention him?
No, he only gave me your name.
That's why I said I was lucky to find you.
Suppose I said no, you've got the wrong one.
Well, it'd be a little late now.
I spotted you for the right one the second I looked into this room.
How?
You've got five afternoon papers here,
and they're all turned to the account of Senator Blake's death.
You're pretty smart, aren't you?
No, not nearly enough.
That's why I need your help.
Well, I can't tell you a thing.
And even if I could, I wouldn't pick you for a confidant.
No, don't be a fool and sing.
I told Horrell to keep his mouth shut.
That didn't make any difference.
Use your head.
Blake is dead and so is Harrell.
How long do you think you've got?
Maybe something in what you say.
Of course there is.
Harrell got his order from you, didn't he?
Yes.
And you got them from this John Colbert.
That's right.
Who is he?
I don't know.
I never saw the man.
I only heard from him through the mail.
Have you got any of his letters here?
Well, yes, but I don't think they'll do you any good.
They're all typewritten.
Now have them.
Yeah, sure.
Well, I now want to get one thing straight.
After you gave Horrell his instructions,
he forwarded them to Senator Blake, right?
That's what Horrell told me.
None of us knew any link in the chain except the one next to him.
Well, Senator must have kept some sort of records.
Well, I wouldn't know.
But didn't the paper say something about us having a secretary?
Yes, her name is Mary and Crane,
but you don't think she couldn't shed any light on the subject?
I can never can tell, Lindsay.
Or we know she may be the original lady with the lamp.
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Now, back to the adventures of the Polka.
And our espacince Lindsay gave Mike wearing the lead
to Marion Crane Center to Blake's Secretary.
And now, as we find that little lady,
she's obviously got her hands full.
Twenty three left.
Eight two right.
What do you know?
Works.
That's not nice, Angel.
Who are you?
Name is wearing, Miss Crane.
Don't you believe in knocking?
Well, I didn't want to disturb you.
I thought you might be busy.
Looks like I showed good judgment there, doesn't it?
What do you mean?
Well, I'll leave it to you, Angel.
Now, what secretary would want to be heckled
while she's opening her bosses safe?
I was just getting some of my things.
And it's all too nice of the senator
to let you keep all those bonds in there.
Look, Mr. Wearing, what business is this of yours?
I'm a private detective, Miss Crane.
I'm working for the late Edward Harrell.
The late?
You mean Harrell's dead?
Then you didn't know him, huh?
Well, of course, he was a personal friend of the senator.
And perhaps you wouldn't mind answering one of my questions.
Such as?
Who is John Colbert?
What do you know about Colbert?
I thought I was going to ask the question.
What do you know about Colbert?
Not a thing.
If I did, I wouldn't have to ask you who he was.
And why do you want to find him?
Because I've got evidence he's responsible
for Harrell's death.
Look, Wearing, I'm going to give you a piece of advice.
I don't know why I'm being so nice to you.
Well, maybe it's because I appeal to your maternal instinct.
Yes, maybe.
But I wouldn't mess in things that don't concern me.
Well, that's very good coming from you.
Especially if I find you messing in senator Blake's safe.
Get out.
Okay, Miss Crane.
Don't think it hasn't been nice.
I don't know, because it hasn't.
Oh, that's where you're wrong, Angel.
Back I was so delighted that I'm going to tell all my friends about you.
Especially those in the police department.
Yeah, you do that.
Three, two, four, three, four, four, five.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Hello. Is that you, Wolfie?
Who's this?
Marion Crane.
What's up, Marion?
You better get a wire out to number one.
Private detective named Mike Wearing just looked in on me.
The Falcon?
That sounds interesting.
He said he had evidence against John Colbert.
Yeah, I think he's asking for trouble.
Okay, Marion.
If that's what Mr. Wearing wants, it should be easy enough to oblige him.
I'll be glad to do my part.
Are you happy?
Huh?
Oh, I'm glad to see you made yourself at home.
I didn't think you'd mind wearing it.
Shut the door.
Now listen, mister.
Not it.
And your mouth too while you're at it.
I'd be a good boy and sit right down on that sofa where I can watch you.
Right there.
That's close enough.
Is that the gun that killed her?
How would you like to find out first hand?
No, don't bother.
Watch your name, friend.
I've got several Wearing.
You can call me anything you like.
You know, you're leaving yourself wide open.
Look who's talking.
Listen, Wearing is...
Who's that?
There's no idea.
Get rid of him.
Okay.
Remember, if you crack out a turn, I'm right behind you.
Hello, why didn't I come in?
Well, I'm awfully busy.
I just wanted to hear how you made August play secretary.
I'll call you in the morning, Lindsay.
Wait a minute.
Your name, Lindsay?
What? Yes.
Come on in.
Just put Wearing instead.
The Wearing just changed his mind.
Hey, he's got a gun.
That's what changed it.
I've been meeting to look in on you, friend.
I'm glad you spared me the trip.
Say what's going on here?
Don't you get it, Lindsay?
See, don't know. He never will.
Why, you know.
No, look out, let's see.
Lindsay, let him lay Wearing.
I want to finish that little talk we started.
What do you want?
You've been asking an awful lot of questions
about a party named John Colbert.
So?
No, I don't like it.
Well, that's tough.
Give me 24 hours and I'll know who he is.
Maybe you've got some sort of evidence.
Maybe? Letters?
Perhaps I want him Wearing.
Yeah, I can't blame you for that.
Look, do you turn him over like a nice boy,
or do you have to be coached?
Oh.
What about those letters Wearing?
I haven't got them.
And I hope you got plenty of endurance
because brother, you're going to need it.
Oh.
Oh.
He's going to lay there all night, Mike.
He's going to tell me what happened.
Oh, look, I told you all like food, Sergeant.
Next thing I knew you in Harris, a pouring scot stomach.
Hey, where is Harris?
I sent him on an errand.
Is Lindsay all right?
Yeah, the doc had to take a couple of stitches
in the scalp, but after that, he was able to leave.
Any idea who tough boy was?
No, I don't think he's local.
You might be surprised.
Was he short, stocky, about five, seven blonde hair
and very white skinned?
Yeah, that's the boy.
I thought so.
You know, I'm covered fairly well.
His name is Joe Darling.
Darling.
Alias Joe Denton, Alias Jerry Davis.
Shall I continue?
No, never mind.
I get the idea.
What gets me is why Darling didn't stick around
to finish the job?
My job.
I got the impression he was going to kill Lindsay.
Oh, then Mr. Lindsay can thank me for saving his life.
I was on my way up to see you
and I had him bring you from downstairs.
When Darling heard me coming,
he must have beat it out the back way.
Now, let's get back to those letters from Colbert.
Darling got him, huh?
Well, everyone might pocket all along.
I was a sucker not to give him to him when he first asked.
Why?
There was nothing in those letters
that was the least bit incriminating.
Didn't tell us a thing about John Colbert.
You must be wrong, Mike.
Darling didn't do that job on you for nothing.
Say, wait a minute, Sergeant, I'm going to hunt you.
That may be for me.
Hello.
Yes, this is Sergeant Colbert.
When, Harris?
You sure?
Okay, you know what to do.
Now, what are you saying, Mike?
I think I know who John Colbert is.
Oh, Darling.
You're nuts.
Listen, Sergeant, it makes sense.
I tell you this.
Joe Darling and John Colbert are one of the same.
There's only one thing wrong with that theory, Mike.
You have to show it to me.
You don't care, come down to the morgue.
What for?
That was Harris who just phoned in.
He found Darling's body 20 minutes ago.
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Now back to the adventures of the falcon.
Ten minutes of pass since Mike advanced his theory
that Joe Darling and John Colbert were one of the same
and had it promptly explode in his face.
And so great is the falcon's disappointment
that even hard-hearted sergeant Corbett is touched.
Come on, snap out of it, Mike.
We all make mistakes.
You just appeal as the privilege.
I really don't suppose there's any doubt
that the body Harris found is really Darling, huh?
None whatsoever.
Darling was just taking orders from Colbert
like Lindsay, Harrell, and Blake.
Did they find Corbett's letters on Darling's body?
No.
Then I was wrong, Corbett.
Nice of you to admit it.
No, I mean when I said that the letters were unimportant.
Corbett had to have them back now.
Why?
I don't ask me.
I never saw them.
They certainly looked innocent enough to me.
How about sacred riding?
There was no need for that.
If you knew what Corbett was getting at, the meaning was obvious.
There were three of them.
They were all identical.
All they said was...
Dale Lindsay enclosed place by $25,000 for Harrell's account.
Will you see that he gets it?
And they were signed...
John Colbert...
Wait a minute.
Hold everything.
I don't tell me you've got another brain storm.
Yeah, look.
Suppose I told you that John Colbert was a woman.
You'd better lay down, Mike.
Now listen to me, Sergeant.
Nobody's ever seen Colbert.
The only trace we have is those letters.
So, that's why Colbert had to have them back.
Because sooner or later somebody was bound to realize the fallacy.
Now, look.
How do you spell the French name, John?
J-E-A-N.
And how do you pronounce that in English?
Jean.
Hey, why do you see what I mean?
It can be a girl's name, too.
But where is there a woman in this case?
How about some of the Blake Secretary?
Marion Crane?
Yes.
Though I've never been known to pass the pretty gal,
this one you can take.
Now, let me understand, gentlemen.
You think that I am John Colbert?
No, not John Colbert, Miss Crane.
Jean Colbert.
No, that's very funny, Mr. Wayne.
I'm glad you find her a muse.
Oh, I do, Sergeant.
You're basing your entire case on that?
No, no, no. There were several other things that gave you away.
Such as?
I'm finding you at the center of the safe.
You?
I once I realized that Jean was a woman's name and all added up.
You went to work for the center of the Blake just to keep tabs on him.
Why did I hire Lindsay and her well?
Because you didn't want an H. frail leading back to you.
And then when you heard there was an investigation of what to look into premium oil,
you thought a time to dissolve your organization.
So I hired darling and then when he did his job, I got rid of it.
That's exactly.
You know, Mr. Wayne, this only goes to prove that there is something in woman's intuition.
I had a feeling you were going to be an awful nuisance.
Well, I'm glad to say you were right.
Okay, Marion, whenever you're ready.
Ready?
Everything Sergeant Corbin is willing to call us tonight.
So it's worth we start the headquarters.
Oh, no, no, I'm saying right here.
That's the five bucks to say you're wrong.
Well, put it up and we'll leave it to the sergeant.
Watch it.
Corbin, don't let it get to that first.
I only want to get my wallet and show him this.
Only cow.
Well, what is it?
You're on your theories.
Give her the fiber.
What are you talking about?
Have you ever seen a card like this before?
No, what?
Well, I have and it says that the bearer Miss Marion Crane is an agent of the Department of Justice.
Oh, this doesn't make sense.
Wearing, you say Senator Blake Secretary was a federal agent?
Yes, she was a plant, Lindsey.
Well, couldn't she have forged those credentials?
No, Sergeant Corbin has already checked Washington.
Even with him since 45.
Well, where did we go from here?
Well, Sergeant and I have been talking over and we've come to one conclusion.
What?
We're never going to find Colbert.
Well, you can't give up now.
Well, what else can we do?
Colbert will never be found for one simple reason.
Why?
He doesn't exist.
What are you talking about?
He's a little man who wasn't there.
I don't follow you, Mike.
He's just a figment of the imagination.
Who's yours, Lindsey?
What?
Yes, you were the boy who dreamed him up.
You gave him life, breath and dimension.
What a pity you can't arrange to have him take those 10,000 votes instead of you.
I'm sorry if I was rough on you, Mike.
Oh, that's all right, Mary.
But, uh, must we talk about that now?
Yes, yes, we must.
You know, all of us was working on this case for months.
And you could have ruined everything.
Well, you don't have to rub it in.
How did you realize, Lindsey, with our boy?
Well, when I found out you were a government agent,
suddenly it occurred to me what a beautiful swindle Lindsey was in a position...
...that's what I was trying to do.
Oh, that's right, Mary.
But, uh, must we talk about that now?
Yes.
Yes, we must.
You know, all of us was working on this case for months.
The swindle Lindsey was in a position to work.
Or we had with his word and several letters that...
...there was actually such a person as Colbert.
Lindsey pretended to be just another cog in the wheel.
Sure, by pretending to follow orders like the rest,
he could mask as an innocent tool, like a rail.
You didn't darling know who he was?
Yes, he was the only one.
That's why Lindsey had to kill him.
Why did darling slug him in your apartment?
Well, it was a cheap enough price for Lindsey to pay to convince me he was on the up and up.
But, uh, you'd be surprised we'll put me on the right track.
Right.
I mentioned to you that I had evidence pointing to Colbert.
Huh?
Well, if you didn't send darling around to pick it up,
the only other party who could have done it was Lindsey.
He was the only other one who knew about the letters.
Then, actually, they were valuables.
Oh, sure.
Lindsey wrote them just to cover themselves.
Well, guess that takes care of everything.
Well, not quite.
That's still one thing about this case that bothers me.
Right.
You.
Do I really bother you that much, Mike?
Oh, you have no idea, Angel.
What's there about me to preserve yourself?
Well, there's your face, figure, most of all.
Yes.
That five bucks you want from me on that bet that I'll never get over.
Folks, here's a suggestion for all of you who like and want good candy.
Keep craft caramos on hand wherever you are,
at home for all the family to enjoy,
at work to pass around among friends,
and even in the pocket of your car to enjoy a delightful candy bite-wild driving.
Follow this suggestion,
and whenever you get a yen for good candy,
pop a yummy chewy soft craft caramel into your mouth.
Or whenever you feel tired, eat a craft caramel.
This fine candy gives you real energy and a honey.
There's plenty of nourishing milk in craft dairy fresh caramos
besides the other fine pure ingredients.
So they're good for you.
Ask for craft caramos in the big 50-bag at your grocery store,
and get the six-piece bar for a nickel at your candy counter.
Either way, you can't miss a real taste treat.
Craft caramos.
The case of the big talker.
That's the type of next week's adventure of the Balkans.
When Mike Wearing Learned,
that to protect yourself from a loud mouth,
sometimes you have to use a silencer.
So be sure to listen at the same time next week
to another exciting adventure of the Balkans,
brought to you by the craft foods company.
The adventures of the Balkans based on the famous character
created by Drexel Drake,
produced by Bernard L. Schubert,
written today by Eugene Wang,
and directed by Richard Lewis.
Music was by Arlo.
Last day when we started the Falcon
with Ken Lynch, a Sergeant Corp.
Be sure to hear the great guilt of Steve
next Wednesday evening of the most of these stations.
The next Wednesday's broadcast
guilty comes face to face with an hilarious problem
and solves it in a way that will keep you laughing for days.
Remember the show, the time and the place.
The great guilt of Steve next Wednesday evening
of the most of these stations.
Check your local newspaper for time abroad can.
Fred Allen and Judy Holliday visit the big show today on NBC.
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