The Saint: Greed Causes Murder (EP4941)

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Well, now, from August 14th, 1949, here is Great Causes Murder.

The adventures of the saint, starring Vincent Price.

The saint, based on characters created by Leslie Charterbitts,

are known to millions from books, magazines, and motion pictures.

The Robin Hood of Modern Crime is now transcribed for radio,

starring Hollywood's brilliant and talented actor Vincent Price as

the saint.

Hey, what's going on here?

Hey, cut it out.

What's the idea?

Now let that man along.

Oh, you keep out of this buddy, I'll...

They're ain't the same.

It's funny, but slightly ungrammatical, Mack.

Now, what's the disturbance?

They drew a long side of my car.

Him and the other fellow, they said, get out.

They were taking your car.

Why, Mack wouldn't do a thing like that, now, would you, Mack?

Now, of course not.

Oh, man, nuts.

What Mack would do if he coveted his neighbor's geloppy,

slugging with a piece of lead pipe and drive off.

Oh, so the night I get this...

Now, wait, Mack.

You could satisfy my curiosity a little.

Why should you want to steal this gentleman's old automobile,

when you've got nicer newer ones to choose from?

Yes, you're asking, Mr. Ashkin.

Yeah, ask me, St. Go ahead,

and I'm going to satisfy a little curiosity in my own.

I didn't think you had any, Mack, and what shape does it take?

I always wondered how you would look dead.

Good night, all.

Good night, Mack.

Be seeing you.

You, you let him go.

Yes, he convinced me that I should, for now.

There's nothing like a 32 in the pocket of a known thug

for winning an argument.

Did you say there was another fellow in him?

Yes, run off when he heard you coming.

It was the same fellow tried to buy my car yesterday.

Someone tried to buy this car.

Oh, sure.

It was the fellow tried to buy it.

And there was a woman made of offer, too.

Do you mean you actually refuse?

I ain't shelling until I find out why they want to buy it,

so bad this fellow who tried to buy the car.

Do you know his name?

No, he looked like a gentleman until...

Did you found him consulting with felonies in tent

with our just-aparded friend, eh?

Tell me was he well dressed

in the annoying little moustache place

just over the sneer he wears for a mouth?

Well, well, yes.

Say, how did you...?

That's easy.

Our friend Mac does piecework for him.

Fancy Dan Turner is his current alieff,

and that I see you don't keep up with such things.

You're going to tell the police?

Later, perhaps, when there's something to tell them.

Right now, I've got a great first

that needs crunching first for knowledge.

Huh?

Yeah, what's your name and where do you live?

The College.

Three or two East Eighth Street.

Mm-hmm.

Now put your car in cold storage all the time

and take care of yourself.

Something tells me this is rats night out.

["Rats Night Out"]

Hello, Smitty.

Back making book, I see.

You've got the wrong joint, Saint.

Take a look around, I run a poor room.

You interested in a horse?

No.

No, a man.

Well, like I said, Saint, you've got the wrong joint.

His name's Mack, he hangs out here.

Where is he in the back room?

I'm the three monkeys, Saint.

Deep, dumb, and blind.

The only Mack I know is a truck.

Oh, then if you don't mind, I'd like to look in your back room

and see if he's parked there.

I mind.

But you won't even know, Smitty.

You're a deep, dumb, and blind.

Oh, have a heart, Saint.

I ain't got no back room.

Besides, last time you dropped in my place,

a lot of my customers started patronizing elsewhere.

Including you, Smitty, remember?

I've only been back from the great place a week,

and I ain't forgetting it.

Oh, come on, Saint.

Be a good guy, beat it, huh?

No, no, Smitty.

Let him stay, oh well.

Hello, Mack.

I was hoping you was smart enough to go home and get some sleep.

How could I sleep with you out roaming the streets, Mack?

You know how I worry.

Yeah, yeah, too much.

What does he want, Smitty?

You.

Why, Saint?

I want to talk with fancy Dan Tanner.

What about now, let's not be coy, Mack.

It doesn't become you.

I want to ask Tanner why he's trying

to steal a jolate from an old man.

Well, well, you know, I get a surprise for you, Saint.

I'll take it to him.

Oh.

The boys say you're looking for me, Saint.

The boys are right.

So you found me, so?

I understand you're interested in a certain old car.

So what?

Probably the smile and Irishman is, too.

I've broken down 1929 for Dan

seems a little slow for a fast man like you, fancy Dan.

Well maybe I like to go slow enough to read the billboards when I drive.

What's it do you, Sank?

It depends on what it is to you, Turner, what's on the farm.

You are.

There's a handle with care sign on this deal, and I don't want just anybody

cutting in.

You're a fouler-upper.

You've been stepping high and fancy-free too long, Turner, you're beginning

dearer, taking me.

The feeling's likewise, Sank.

Only I got more than fingers in my fist and you haven't.

It's a nice gun, you're so bravely wearing, Turner.

It must be a pretty big part to change a small-time car-artist like you into a fire-breathing

gunman.

Take potatoes, huh?

Yeah, plenty big, Sank.

So big I wouldn't hesitate to shoot at the slightest move.

Am I clear?

You couldn't be clear if you were a day-ordered by the Chamber of Commerce.

Good.

Now I need a palace saint, it's just a backroom of a pool-caller, but please stay and be

my guest.

Well, for a little while anyway, where are the boys?

Out, wasting their time.

Collins won't sell his old wreck, some old menace stubborn.

Collins seems like a hard man to intimidate.

Oh, that all depends on who's doing the intimidate and saint.

Now max your chowderhead and smitties even worse, put the two boys together and you'll

get a java work done, then I've adopted old man Collins as a friend.

Oh, how big are you?

Yeah.

Oh, I feel about people who push other people around, and especially when the guy getting

the shoving is a friend.

You know, if I had a glass of beer, I'd cry into it.

Sit back and relax, Sank.

And boys will be back with what they want after soon enough, and maybe then I'll let you

go home.

You mean they're coming back with a car?

Well, maybe not the whole car.

Sit back and relax.

Hey, relax.

Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?

Sitting back with my chair to the wall, Turner, you want me to relax, don't you?

Yeah.

Let go of that cue stick.

There's my old grandmother used to say, Turner, there's nothing as relaxing as a game of

pool, particularly with a hoodlums head as the cue ball.

Collins, Collins, open up.

You wouldn't be from the police now, would you?

No.

No, I'm no more a policeman than you are old man Collins.

Come in and be welcome, Dad.

This is Collins.

The old man?

He's here.

Where?

Behind the sofa.

With your upper mind to look at him, Nick is a quick look.

Then?

Very.

How?

Every way.

Beaten, stabbed and tortured.

Maybe even shopped for all I know.

Yes, and for all I know, maybe you've got a gun with an empty chamber for all I know.

Bless me know, me business doesn't allow it.

This is what sort of business are you in Irish?

The name's O'Brien.

When the job is pulled and the police go after the boys who pull us, they make an in-run

and go after the swag, or at least pack of it.

Oh, I see.

Oh, what's the swag here, Collins Wallet?

Not unless there's 400 grand in it.

400?

Oh, no, I'm afraid you'll find the old man a few cents short.

Who killed him?

Not I.

How do I know?

You don't.

You're right.

I brought you here.

Why?

I'm here about the old car, of course.

You want to buy it?

Certainly, don't you?

Say, maybe you're not being cute.

Maybe you really don't know about the...

About what?

No.

I'm greatly relieved.

When I first saw you come through that door, I said to myself,

Oh, Brian, here comes a more competition.

They say you're not.

I'm relieved, laddie.

Greatly relieved.

Turner is competition enough, eh?

Yes, but Turner and his ugly ducklings are nothing compared to it.

Who?

In time.

I got here just a minute before you, laddie.

The old man was dead when I arrived.

Beyond that, I know nothing.

Get down.

BANG!

BANG!

Oh, Brian!

Oh, Brian!

Competition.

Getting worse.

All the time.

I'll call the doctor.

No, no, no.

Thanks, laddie.

Lay off this frallic and get you next.

You're gonna do it, mister.

You're gonna...

Brian, the old man's car, what?

I guess I'll have to try another angle.

This one's pretty dead.

I awaken, Mr. Richie, as you requested, Mr. Templin.

You'll be right down.

Oh, thank you.

I hope the fire isn't too serious.

It's serious enough to awaken, Mr. Richie.

Oh, here he is, now sir.

Well, well.

Which plant is the fire in?

Who's responsible?

How big is the damage?

Oh, the fire isn't in any plant, Mr. Richie.

Oh, that's an...

Well, that's an...

Well, that's an...

Well, that's an...

Well, that's an...

Well, that's an...

Well, that's an...

Well, that's an...

Well, inside of me, I'm burning up, and I need your help.

How dare you sneak your way in here three o'clock in the morning, by telling me there's a fire?

Okay, who are you?

Simon Templin.

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

It's the same.

I've heard of you.

If you have business with me, Mr. Templin, I'd suggest you form my secretary for an appointment.

Meanwhile, there's no subject on earth, and keep me from going back to bed.

Not even the subject of $400,000, Mr. Richie.

What do you know about it?

Nothing other than that we were stolen from you, Mr. Richie.

That happened seven years ago.

The criminal, John Qualey, was caught, tried, and convicted.

No, if you were pardoned.

But Qualey worked for you, I believe.

He was my head accountant.

And the money was never found.

No.

Qualey drew twenty years in the penitentiary.

He never reviewed for the money with hidden.

Until the day he died.

Die?

Yes.

Two weeks ago in prison.

And now, Mr. Templin, if you don't mind, I need my record.

I won't detain you much longer, Mr. Richie.

Just one or two more questions.

Well, did Qualey have a wife?

Yes, he did.

If he knew he was dying in prison, it's quite possible he made an attempt to get word to her to tell her where the money was hidden.

He may have made the attempt, but he couldn't possibly have succeeded.

He was too closely watched.

Ah.

After all, $400,000 is a lot of money.

A lot of money.

Yes, you could almost buy a second hand car with it.

If I hadn't been fully covered by insurance, my firm would have gone under in the face of a lost lad large.

And now, Mr. Templin, if I might ask a question.

Why this sudden urgency?

This three o'clock in the morning business.

An old man was tortured to death.

Then a fellow named O'Brien, who came calling on the old man, was shot to death.

But before he was killed, O'Brien told me he was tracking down $400,000 that had been stolen.

I see.

The arms and checking back over how many people have ever had that amount stolen from him.

Let you to me.

I wonder what I've led you to, Mr. Templin.

I wonder, Mr. Richie.

I wonder.

...

Yes, what is it?

Mrs. Quailin?

What do you want?

Several things, Mrs. Quailin?

Likewise.

A murder.

You've got the wrong apartment, Mr.

An old automobile?

No sale.

Anything else?

Maybe you'll buy this, Mrs. Quailin.

Collin's was murdered a little while ago.

Collin?

Oh, the old man, why?

Someone wanted this car.

Someone who evidently couldn't wait any longer

for the newer mild.

So?

So I saw Collins car in your garage, Mrs. Grayman.

Maybe you better come in after, Honest.

Come in, careful.

Careful enough.

Keep those hands high.

I don't like you, Mr. Neney, together

afraid I'm in the trying to put my picture into it.

Collins sold me that car.

When?

Tonight.

I could have bought a Cadillac for cheaper, Mr.

but I wasn't in any position to haggle.

If I know.

What do you know?

What I want to find out?

I know that Collins cars, cars worth about $20,

but it's something else.

It's worth in the neighborhood of $400,000.

You know that's an awfully nice neighborhood.

Nice and exclusive.

Chisels aren't invited to move in.

I've been gathering that impression all evening.

Well, what if we're here?

You name it.

From a settlement torch, welders mask,

a few chisels, a hammer, steel wire.

Either you've gone to work for Henry Kaiser,

the hand that customarily rocks the cradle,

is going in for rocking a safe.

I had to go into a hardware store to make a phone call

and I just couldn't leave without buying a few things.

Now, fortunate you didn't make your call

and an establishment that sells steam rollers.

All right, so you have a set of license plates.

You see too much.

From Collins, Chalapé, aren't they?

These license plates.

So that's how Qualey smuggled out his mess.

You're getting awfully close to a bullet in your head, Mr.

Give me those plates.

Shit, there's someone at the door.

There we are.

I'll deal with it.

Better not hit the license plates with you.

Yes?

No!

This is Qualey.

This is...

The devil.

The devil.

He got the plates.

Yes, yes, he got them.

Don't let him.

Oh, catch him there.

Where?

Where?

When the honey worked, you have to stop.

What's this?

Mrs. Qualey.

Collins, O'Brien, and now I have three reasons

for wanting to meet a certain party.

Taxi!

Taxi!

Taxi!

Hey, uh, don't stop sometimes when it's early in the morning, St.

is around the way back to the garage.

What brings you out there early, Mack?

Looking for a drunk to row?

Just looking for you, St.

See what I got in my hand?

Oh, there goes that coy streak in you again, Mack.

All right, so it's the gun.

Well, what do you want me to do?

Come, go, turn hand-fings, quote-shelling, play the basins.

You have to speak for it, Mack.

Very funny.

Look out, it shouldn't speak for itself, St.

I am the gun one you should get in that dear car.

You have a most persuasive way of offering a fellow a lift, Mack.

Yeah.

Yeah, a lift.

Right now, it's a lift.

Later on, it may grow into a ride.

Come on.

Where are we going, Mack?

Back to our little grey home in the rear of the pool room, St.

Fancy Dan Turner once he should thank you for showing him a new trick.

Oh, it really is necessary.

He feels like it is, St.

He feels like it is.

He's got a couple of tricks he wants to show you.

Sounds like fun.

All right, there's the car, Jim.

Turner's waiting.

He's got very little patience.

Nice to have you back with us, St.

I missed you.

From the looks of that bandage on your skull turner, I'll bet you wish I'd missed you.

Not now, I don't, St.

It's a nice feeling having you here and knowing that I owe you something.

I pay my debt, St.

I pay off as I know.

O'Brien was paid off, so was Mrs. Qualey.

Fade off with lead checks.

They did?

Oh, and I'll say that innocent expression for the jury turner.

You need everything you've got.

Well, when were they killed, St.

Okay, I'll stage for you.

They were killed an hour or two after I saw abruptly left you before.

Oh, well, I'll have to find another pigeon, St.

My Alibi's fat.

How fat, Turner?

City hospital?

Having remembered the St.

Embroidered were acoustic hit me.

In Smidian Mack were there too to see me through it.

Hospitals have record st.

We're clean, we're clean.

Then you've got a competitor you don't know about, Turner.

Yeah, looks that way.

For a job that was supposed to be as simple as this one,

I got too many competitors.

I wonder how come?

Who figured the job for you, Turner?

Who told you Qualey got word out to his wife about where the money was?

I got nothing for you, St.

Smitty wasn't it?

Smitty just finished his stretch up the creek.

My guess is he ran into Qualey,

maybe he shared a cell with him now.

Within the jail hospital, they met.

Smitty worked there.

Qualey was dying off his nut.

Smitty made him talk.

Yeah.

And Smitty not being mentally suited for solo works

build the pitch to you, Turner, for the price of course, for money on the line.

Yeah.

Ten G's to buy in on a 400,000 job.

But what are you driving at?

What do you pick and Smitty's bones for?

I was just wondering, Turner, how much of Brian paid Smitty for his life

exclusive information and how much your other competitor has shelled out.

The one who happily goes around killing people.

What do you mean?

Just me, Turner.

Your pal Smitty is the sort of rap that even rats on rats.

These are all Qualey's secrets three times that we know of.

Thanks for a handy cabinet for me, St.

If you're really grateful, Turner, you can return the favor by telling me what time it is.

Five, fifteen in the morning, St.

But you ain't going nowhere.

I have a date to keep before six, Turner, with your competitor.

Yeah, St. that's what you think.

Maybe not, Danny.

What do you say we play a little pool while we're waiting for the boys?

Get away from that pool table.

I ain't playing any games with you, St.

Maybe pool was the wrong game.

How about a game of pitch and catch?

What?

Yeah, I pitch like this.

Oh!

Can you catch it like that?

Hey, to leave you all by yourself there in the side pocket.

But like I said, I have a date to keep.

Well, Mr. Richie, get enough sleep to fight my interruption.

I wasn't really asleep when you called on me, Mr. Templin.

I know, Mr. Richie.

Your hair was a little too carefully combed for a man who's been suddenly awakened and told he's having a fire.

You're a very clever, Mr. Templin.

But not clever enough to catch you before you committed three murders.

Well, you're a Smithies silent partner, huh?

See what low company's gotten you into, Richie?

Yes, I see.

$400,000.

Very dinner-siding at this elevator shaft.

And with the help of this, a settle-in torch, it'll be all mine.

A very ingenious fellow, Qualey,

and to think the money never left this building.

Hmm.

The place where Johnny works.

Yes, he was ingenious.

It was very smart of him to use his prison jaw-making automobile license plate

as a means of smuggling out the information to his wife.

How did he do it, Richie?

Very simple, Templin.

There's an extra piece of thin metal in this particular plate, forming a sort of pocket.

And inside the pocket, a note on cigarette paper telling poor Mrs. Qualey how to get the money.

Of course, once he managed to tell her the number of the license plate, well, the rest was easy, wasn't it?

Yes.

All poor Mrs. Qualey had to do was ask the motor vehicle bureau to whom the plate was assigned.

Mr. Collins, in this instance.

Oh, oh, hello.

Mr. Templin?

Would you mind joining me here in the shop, please?

Yes.

Right on top of the elevator.

I'd like to keep an eye on you while I finish burning out this metal partition.

You see, I've only until six o'clock when this elevator is switched on downstairs.

Oh, well, I have.

Come, come in the shop, please.

Well, really, I have a gun, Mr. Templin.

Oh, well, that makes it official, Ben.

There we are.

Careful, Mr. Templin.

I wouldn't want anything to happen to you.

Anything accidental, that is.

You know, it's funny.

I've known you such a short time, and I have exactly the same sentiments towards you.

I've never been astride the top of an elevator before, Richie.

And we're right near the top of the shaft.

Yes.

I don't mean to worry you, Templin.

But when this elevator power turns on in a few minutes, it will rise to the top before it is ends.

How is your treasure hunt coming, Richie?

Almost finished.

One last strip of metal to cut away, and the partition will come off.

Then we'll decide your fate, Mr. Templin.

Your future.

Here goes.

A last blow.

It's there.

It's there, I see it.

$400,000 in currency, Templin.

Think of it.

Think of it.

You think of it, Richie, and also think of how much blood was filled on it.

Preaching, Templin?

You, I never thought.

What's that?

The elevator, Richie.

Maybe it came to work a little early today.

My money.

I'm money.

Come on, Richie.

Come on, get off.

No rules are still so money left here.

I want it.

I want it all.

Oh!

Come on.

We've got to get off.

Jump, Richie. Jump.

No, no, my money.

I must save the money.

You fool.

All right.

I got it.

Oh, yes, Richie.

You saved your money, and you saved the states in money, too.

I'm sure you didn't plan on saving the cost of your execution.

You have been listening to another adventure of the saint, the robinhood of modern crime.

And now here was our star of instant price.

These immortal words of father translated from the Latin express quite well indeed

the justice of our Mr. Richie's fate.

Nor is there any just a law that the contrivers of death should perish by their own contrivances.

This is Vincent Price inviting you to join us again next week at the same time

for another exciting adventure of the saint.

Good night.

Tonight's script of the saint was written by Michael Cremoy.

Our cast included Lorraine Tuttle, Barney Phillips, Sonny Barrett, Fred Howard, and Dan O'Hurley.

The music was composed and conducted by Harry Zimmerman.

The saint is a James L. Sapphire production and was transcribed and directed by Thomas A. Maccabody.

All you saint fans will be glad to know that the saint's comic books are unsaid at all you stand.

Your announcer, Meryl Ross.

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Welcome back a solid story and a good outing for the saint.

You got a nice mixture in this episode with a lot of the saint's humor and his playful handling of the criminals in some cases.

But also a little bit of that sense of righteous indignation which I think is a part of that character.

It is overall valuing of justice.

There were a couple points to call out.

One is the imbalosibility of not one but two people being murdered in the same room as him and him not seeing the killer.

And of course the other thing is that in terms of fair play the fact that the killer was standing there with his hair combed too well to have been lying in bed and awakened for a fire.

That was something we had no way of seeing so it doesn't really feel like a fair play.

But beyond that I think a really fun episode.

Now the saint comic books are worth discussing. They were published by Avon Comics.

And those comics are actually in the public domain because the copyright was never renewed.

There were a total of 12 issues of the saint comics published over a course of five years between 1947 and 1952.

A variety of writers worked on them including some stories that were written by Leslie Chartres.

And because they are in the public domain you can actually find them over at digitalcomicmuseum.com.

Now listen our comments and feedback and we start over on Spotify where mechanic 66 comments regarding the episode Mr. Important.

The saint with Roger Moore is on Amazon and I've watched a few episodes so far. This is a serious crime show.

This not so much. It's about as serious and believable as Adam West Arab Batman.

I've heard others with Vincent Price and I recall being better. The deal with the professional hallucinating insects was way too over the top for me.

And they let me reach this chandelier with cartoonish. Maybe that was exactly what they were going for though.

First of all, I don't want to go ahead and say saint with Roger Moore is a fantastic series.

I enjoy it quite a bit and I hardly recommend it. Now as to the saint radial version, I would say this was one episode.

It is the only surviving episode from the CBS run of the series.

And I think with the NBC run it does become a bit more developed as we go further along.

I think that what they are trying to tap into here is the ideal of the saint as he was portrayed in the early novels.

Minus the theory. He's like Robin Hood but doesn't steal from anybody.

And so the ideas that come through are him having a sense of humor, him being a trickster,

and also having a sense of justice that is at the core of what he does.

And it's reflecting what people loved about the early take on the saint.

As well as the top of thing that people would want to listen to, I mean with all the depressing stuff we have in the news today.

And all the worries and fears, there is something refreshing about having the saint

merrily set the ungodly to rights in 25 minutes.

I think the 60 series reflects a different sensibility.

It also reflects the fact that the saint had become a more serious character.

I think the turning point for him as a character was after the book The Saint Place with Fire

where he encountered an enemy in organized fascism that was coming to Great Britain prior to the start of World War II.

And after that he became a bit more serious, a bit more conning,

and also just stopped messing around with law enforcement, became a whole lot less anti-establishment,

although he was never someone who would just follow orders without question.

And by the time the saint tv series premiered, that sort of evolution of the character that Charter has wrote had been being published for 20 years

plus it fit the mood of the times.

And of course the big difference is that the tv series adapted actual novels and short stories written by Leslie Charter

and even some of those early stories were changed substantially to fit the more modern take on the saint.

Myself, I love them both, but in different ways and for different reasons.

And a comment from YouTube from James regarding the Miracle Tea Party,

Leslie Charter is 23 years old in 1940, the recording is remarkably good for being that old.

Well thanks so much, appreciate the comment.

Now it's time to thank our Patreon supporter of the day.

I want to go ahead and thank Chris, Patreon supporter since February 2019,

currently supporting the podcast at the shaman's level of $4 or more per month.

Thanks so much for your support Chris.

That will do it for today, if you're enjoying the podcast, please follow us using your favorite podcast software

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We'll be back next Monday with another episode of the saint, but join us back here tomorrow for the big story where...

Say boss.

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Here's that story I haven't been working on.

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Well for one thing, I name the murderer in the lead.

You name the what?

The murderer.

You haven't got a cook.

You haven't got an apparent crime.

You don't even know there's been a murderer.

And you name the murderer.

Not in my paper, Valor.

Not in my paper.

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