All language subtitles for International Crime (1938)

Heat. Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Oh,

heat, heat.

Ladies and gentlemen, again this

evening, The Daily Classic has the

pleasure of presenting to you the

world's most eminent criminologist and

crime commentator, The Shadow.

Okay, you're on the air.

>> The Shadow Speaks, bringing to you the

latest news in the world of crime

prevention and detection. This

afternoon, a crime was committed which

brought only tragedy to the

perpetrators. Three young desperatives

held up a bank and escaped in their car.

The police quickly picked up their

trail. There was a running gunfight

between banditis and police, which

finally resulted in the three misguided

young men plunging to their death. Once

again, proved the truth of that old

adage, crime does not pay. Well,

friends, we have a distinguished visitor

in our midst, but the news won't make

the society page. Honest John is back in

town.

Honest John is one of the last of our

oldtime safe crackers. So, if your

strong box blows up with a loud bang,

don't think it's the 4th of July. It may

be old John celebrating his release from

what he probably calls the big house or

stir. Let us hope that the police

commissioner Weston whom we hear never

misses one of our broadcasts will keep

an eye on honest John.

Hi there commissioner.

>> Memorandum to detective bureau. Check on

honest John.

>> Yes commissioner.

>> Ladies, here's a little incident which

proves that silence is really golden.

Last night bandits entered George Ward's

furniture store. Mrs. Ward was alone in

the place. The good lady was so

frightened she couldn't talk. At least

that's what the bandit.

>> It's too bad something don't scare him

so bad that he can't talk. There ought

to be a law against guys like him

shooting their mouth off within the city

limits. But still, Mrs. Ward refused to

say a word. At the point of a gun, they

took from the cash register, a dollar

bill, and one thin dime. The moment

they'd gone, Mrs. Ward calmly removed a

$100 bill from her mouth. Witnesses took

the license number of the car. 3y-41-37.

I'll repeat that. 3y-41-37.

Did you make a note of that?

>> Yes, sir, I did.

>> Last night, young Michael Nolan took his

pretty fiance, Dorothy Walsh, for a

drive along the scenic highway

overlooking the city. With a bright

lover's moon overhead, they stopped to

enjoy the view and to romance. Today,

police discovered their bodies in

Nolan's car and are holding a tranchet

named Miller for the murder.

>> Well, you can't go in now, miss. The

shadows on the air.

>> Oh, but I'm Phoebe Lane.

>> Sorry you couldn't get in there if you

was Calamity Jane.

>> But I'm working for the shadow. Well,

I'm the shadow shadow.

>> Well, then just fade away, will you

please, lady?

>> But I've got important news that must go

on here right away. I've got it all

written down here. Look it. See,

Mr.

>> Last night in John Morgan's warehouse,

not a creature was stirring. Not even

>> doing this is my job. As robbers as

robbers silently jimmyed a window, they

were uh greeted by cries of get out, get

out, they did. An hour later, when

police stopped to investigate the

window, the parrot was still screaming,

"Get out! Get out!" Ladies and

gentlemen, there seems to be a slight

disturbance in the studio.

Ladies and gentlemen, a news flash has

just been handed to me. I can't

guarantee its authenticity, but here it

is. A big theater robbery is planned to

take place downtown in half an hour. In

fact, 9:00. Read the Daily Classic for

particulars. And now the shadow bids you

good night until tomorrow.

>> You didn't give the name of the police

won't know where to go.

>> No. And neither will 10,000 other thrill

hunting sightseers.

>> But hadn't you better phone the police?

>> I don't think you have to worry about

that.

>> Good night.

>> Good night.

>> Hello.

Oh, hello, Commissioner. It's the

police. Yes, I have that, too. The

Metropolitan Theater.

>> The Metropolitan Theater.

See here, Cranson. If this turns out to

be a phony tip, I have a good mind to

sue you if I can find the proper

grounds.

>> Why not breach a promise, Commissioner?

>> Listen,

>> radio broadcasting,

>> hook me up for an emergency order to all

cars.

>> General order 62. All radio cars,

concentrate in sector 8. General Order

62. All radio cars concentrate in sector

8 at all.

>> That's us again. Guess you'll have to

get along without us, Frank. Well, I

guess I can hold this down a long

>> Oh, by the way, Miss Lane, where did you

get this tip?

>> From a man.

>> From a man. Well, who was it? Don't you

know his name?

>> No, but he had not his face.

Would

you mind giving me some little hint

about how you met this honest face?

>> Well, there was an automobile accident

and suddenly I remembered I was a

reporter for you. So, I stopped and

asked the people their names and

addresses and things and one man said,

"I can't give you my name and address,

but I can give you a big story." And he

did.

>> That's what I'm afraid of.

>> He said, "The Metropolitan Fitter will

be robbed."

>> What time?

>> Goodness, I forgot to ask him that.

>> And you had me put that choice morsel on

the air. Well, he he was so sincere and

he had such

>> such an honest face.

>> You better spend more time awake. How

did she get in?

>> Well, I tried to stop her, but she

scratched it.

>> Well, sir, did you hear that pipe dream

I just had in the air?

>> Yeah. Where did you get it?

>> A man told her.

>> Told who?

>> Phoebe Lane. The girl you wished on me.

The honor student of college journalism.

Say, will you get her out of my hair and

put her back on the household page where

she belongs?

>> Not a chance, Cranston. She says she's

all fed up with recipes and household

hints. She wants to be a real reporter.

>> Oh, I see. Romance and adventure stuff.

Huh. Well, Mr. Heath, is she running

this newspaper or are you, Sir Cranston?

As long as she happens to be the owner's

niece, I'm afraid she can pick any seat

she wants for a ride.

>> Oh, it's one of those, is it? Well,

there's no law against our making the

joy ride a little, shall we say, bumpy

for her, is there?

Not that I know of.

>> Thank you, sir.

>> Ladies and gentlemen, this is Phoebe

Lane, the real brains of the shadow who

thinks he knows all about crime. But the

real crime of the age is the way he

makes you think he's so smart when it's

really me that does the work all the

time.

>> Hello. I didn't see you.

>> That's quite evident.

I didn't mean what I said, Mr. Cranston,

I hope you can forgive me.

>> I wish I could forget you.

>> Oh, if you think you're going to have a

problem IN A ROBBERY WITHOUT ME, YOU'RE

CRAZY. THAT IS MY STORY. Wait a baby.

>> Come on, Mr. Castston.

>> Now, listen, Mo, you're a fine driver

and all that, but you're not working for

me.

>> You mean I'm fired?

>> No, but you will be if you insist upon

calling me by name. Now, remember,

you're no good to me unless you don't

know me.

>> Okay, stranger. Where too?

>> A Metropolitan Theater.

>> This is going to be thrilling, isn't it,

Mr. Cranston?

>> Yes. And dangerous, too. Particularly

for you.

>> For me? Why?

>> Well, when the crooks start shooting, it

seems they pick off the girl first.

>> I never knew that.

>> No. A strange quirk in the criminal

mind. Nobody seems to understand it.

>> Oh, but I understand it. It's because

they realize that the girl is really the

smart one. They have to get her first.

Miss Lane, why didn't you stick to the

baby and biscuit end of the newspaper

business instead of hurling yourself

into the jaws of death?

>> Cuz I'm tired of babies and biscuits. I

want thrills, adventure, romance.

>> Ah, but the household hint page is the

place to find it. The home is the very

symbol of romance.

>> Oh, no, it isn't. The nearest I ever

came to it was when a crosseyed washing

machine salesman tried to kiss me in a

model kitchen.

>> Young lady, you're impossible.

>> Not if the right man comes along.

Hang around a while, Mo.

>> Okay, stranger.

>> Where are the police?

>> Oh, don't worry about that. They'll be

around.

>> Oh, we've got to warn the theater right

away.

>> Now, wait a minute. Let's do some

Windsor shopping first.

>> Well,

>> the boss of them all. Police

Commissioner Weston in the flesh. And if

this turns out to be a false alarm,

he'll love me even less than he does

now.

>> Oh, but I'm sure it isn't because he had

such

>> such an honest face.

>> Graham.

>> Hello, Commissioner.

>> Say, what kind of a song and dance is

this? I hope you realize my whole

department has been shifted just to take

care of this tip off. Maybe you'd rather

have the theater robbed than let them

chalk up another black mark against your

records.

>> Now see here, we got crime down to the

lowest level it's been in years. But the

way you advertise it, people who think a

crime wave is on.

>> You might have twice as much to deal

with if I didn't advertise the crime

doesn't pay. I'm helping you.

>> What? I'd like to try running the

department without your help. Just as an

experiment.

>> It's 9:00.

>> Well, well, well. How time flies.

What do you got there?

>> It's my violin.

>> What are you taking in there for?

>> What? To play it. Of course. I am a

violinist.

>> Yeah. Let me see it.

>> Please be careful. Well, it is very

valuable.

>> Shut up.

>> See, I know lie.

>> I'm sorry. I owe you an apology.

Take those off.

>> I ought to send you to jail for life for

bringing me out on such a wild goose

chase.

>> I didn't invite you. You crashed the

party.

>> Mr. Cranston, I consider you public

nuisance number one.

>> Good. I like to be first in everything,

Mr. Weston. And I got to phone the

paper.

Hello, Heath Cranston speaking. That

robbery tip was just a gag to get the

radio cars off their regular runs. Yes,

I got a hunch something big is going to

break elsewhere. Better hold page one in

my column for remake. Oh, and have Burke

stand by. Yeah. So long.

Give me the captain.

McCabe reporting, sir. Explosion at 93

Madiraa Drive. Yes, sir.

First, you told me to get all my cars

down here to stop a robbery. Then you

get me to rush them all back before

there is a robbery. What kind of Americ

robbery is this anyway?

>> I know, but then there's

>> Calling all cars from District 9.

Calling all cars from District 9.

Explosion reported at 93 Madera Drive.

Explosion reported at 93 Madera Drive.

That is all.

>> Oh, Mr. CRASH.

WAIT FOR ME. Go back.

Mr. Cranston, kindly keep your

fingerprints to yourself.

>> Riley, take the door.

>> Have you searched the house?

>> Yes, there's no one else here.

>> What? No servants?

>> Servants have a day off every week. Or

haven't you heard?

>> Well, in a house of this size, there's

always someone on duty.

>> Well, I want any information from you.

I'll ask for it.

>> That's fine. I've got to phone the paper

anyway. Frank, is there a phone still

working

>> in there? Thanks.

>> Thanks for the ride, mister. Don't

forget to look for your name in the

paper.

>> No one. Stand back, lady.

>> Oh, but I'm a reporter. I'll show you my

press cards.

>> No reporters.

>> Oh, but officer, I've got to make good

on the story. I've got a sick mother.

>> Yeah, well, your mother's going to have

a sick daughter if you don't scram out

of here.

>> How many of them were there?

>> I I I really can't say, sir.

>> Oh, come on. You must have some idea.

Think back.

>> I I think there was only one, sir. I I I

was grabbed from behind.

Oh, I'm I'm so shaky. I think I better

go to bed.

>> All right. Thank you.

Stay with him, Tom.

We're wasting time here. Get your men

out and bring in the man who did this

job. An oldtime safe blower who just got

into town. His name is uh

>> Honest John.

>> Honest John. Bring him in and we'll

charge him with robbery and homicide.

>> The motive of the crime wasn't robbery.

>> How can you look at that safe and say

the motive wasn't robbery? Don't you

know that man's watching while it had

gone? If it wasn't robbery, what was it?

>> Murder.

If it was robbery, they'd have taken the

bonds, wouldn't they?

>> Marvelous powers of observation.

Why do you use the word they, Mr.

Cranston? Because one man couldn't have

done all this between the departure of

the radio car and the time of the

explosion.

>> As I recall, you gave the impression

Honest John was a very fast workman.

>> Right. And much too efficient to be

guilty of a botched up job like that.

That blast wasn't set to blow a safe. It

was calculated to kill whoever opened

it.

>> I say you're wrong.

>> That's great. I'll see that your opinion

is given its proper unimportance in my

column tomorrow.

>> There won't be any shadow column

tomorrow.

>> Oh, no.

>> No. and for a long time to come.

Inspector, kindly file this gentleman in

one of our steel cabinets somewhere out

in the stick.

>> On what charge, Commissioner?

>> Material witness. Thanks for being the

first man on the scene of the crime. You

certainly use your brain, Mr. Cranston.

>> I wish I could say the same for you,

sir. Oh, never mind those things. I

don't go in for flashy jewelry.

Hello.

Give me the desk, sweetheart. Burke

speaking.

New lead off for shadow column.

He says Weston all wet with robbery

theory on Morton case.

Says it's murder using robbery as a

cover up.

Honest John. Nah, he's just as innocent

as a new laid cornerstone.

Oh, yeah. I say Cranson's been pinched.

Yeah, held his material witness. On the

way now to some hicktown husk.

Oh, sure. Right on my toes. Well, so

long, pumpkin puss.

Take it easy, boys. I only want one of

you for traffic court. You

>> say officer, I'm sure the judge wants to

see me first.

>> Ah, go on back and sit down. I know who

to let out and who not to.

>> But I've got to get a message to my

folks now. If you help me out, I'll take

care of you.

>> Take care of me. I'm taking care of you.

Come on, get out of here.

Hello, Heath. Well, I suppose you want

to know what happened to your man

Cranston. After what you let him print

yesterday, this is a fine time to call

me up and ask for anything.

>> But Commissioner, you've got to let him

out for the broadcast tonight.

>> Why thousands of people are waiting

>> to hear what else he has to say about

the stupidness of the police department.

Hh. Well, let him wait. And furthermore,

unless he changes his tune and lines up

on our side, I'm going to cut off all

police news from your paper.

>> But the news is public property. You

can't

>> keep your men away from the records. Of

course not. They can have the same

access as other citizens. And I'd like

to see you get out a newspaper on that.

>> All right, commissioner. Anything you

say. But you've got to let the shadow

out in time for his broadcast tonight.

We can't disappoint the public.

>> Can't disappoint the public, eh? Well,

we can't mislead them either. Goodbye.

>> But

we must have got cut off.

>> See, what are you in for? Nothing.

>> You mean you've done nothing?

>> Absolutely nothing. They're holding me

without charge.

>> Oh, well now that son scrums. That's the

great I never heard such a thing in my

life. They can't do that to you.

Hey, Jada.

Pardon me. Hey, Jada.

>> Keep your shirt on. I'm taking you out

right now.

>> Me? I don't want to go out. I've got a

right to stay here. This is a man that

wants to go out.

>> Listen, tell that to the judge and he'll

take care of your friend and you, too.

>> Don't you worry. Everything's coming

out. Now, wait a minute. Don't handle me

so rough. Don't worry. Everything's

coming out. All right. Goodbye, old boy.

I'll see you soon. I'll see you some

more.

>> Good luck.

>> Have a good time. Just a moment. Wait.

>> Everybody gets out but me.

When you get out, make a phone call for

me, will you?

>> Sure, fella.

>> I'll give you the number of the paper

I'm working on. You call the number.

>> Come on. You.

>> Yes, sir. I don't mean you. I mean you.

>> Me?

>> Yes, you. Yeah, your girlfriend's here

with the hapless corpus and that lets

you out.

Good luck, pal.

>> Nice little Phoebe to call for you.

>> Yes. Thanks a lot.

>> Don't thank me. Thank Mo.

>> How much was it this time? Mo,

>> is this a place to tug business? Don't

worry, it'll be on your bill. There,

too. The office

>> or casher

>> cranston? Well, he must be here. When he

GOES ON THE AIR IN A FEW MINUTES, WELL,

where is he?

>> You're looking for me, sir?

>> With millions of people about to tune in

on your broadcast in a few minutes, I

should worry where you are.

>> You don't think I'd miss an opportunity

to pay my respects to Commissioner

Weston, do you?

>> Now, look here, Hson. You've got to lay

off Weston.

>> I see. He's been sticking a knife in me

with one hand and patting himself in the

back with the other, and you fell for

it.

>> You're smart enough to report crime

without deliberately antagonizing the

entire police department.

>> Well, I try to take care of myself.

Good evening, friend. Yes, it's your old

shadow man. And after languishing in one

of Commissioner Weston's small town

jugs, the shadow is just a shadow of his

former self. Now, we'll get down to the

Gerald Morton case and the reported

difference of opinion between the shadow

and his other shadow, police

commissioner Weston. Friends, I am now

of the opinion that our efficient police

department under the able guidance of

the commissioner.

Ladies and gentlemen, an emergency has

arisen in the studio and we must pause

briefly for station identification.

>> Listening to station EM of the Daily

Classic. Our program will continue in

just a moment. Well, John, what can I do

for you?

>> So, you're the guy that reminded the

cops I was in town.

>> But I spoke of you in a very

complimentary way. I said you were tops

in your profession. No man can ask for

more than that, can he?

>> Yeah, but you sounded off that I'd done

that amateur-ish Morton job. That's my

beef. Now, listen. When I was cracking

sapes, which I ain't no more, I was so

good I could lift the door off, lay it

on a blanket, as gentle as a mother's

kiss.

>> I know that, my friend. I ain't no

friend of yours. Now you've turned the

heat on me and you're going to turn it

off. See?

Go ahead. Start talking. Tell them who

really done the job. Go on. Right into

that microscope.

>> But I don't know.

>> If you can't think of anybody else, tell

them you done it.

My friends, now that I have the

situation in the studio absolutely under

control,

we can resume our discussion of the

Morton murder mystery. Why was Gerald

Morton murdered? He is said to have been

a good man, a charitable and benevolent

man, a man without enemies. But although

Mr. Morton's character seemed almost too

good to be true, other men, supposedly

paragans of virtue, have met violent

ends, and investigation has developed

some extremely unsavory facts. If my own

investigation should develop a hidden

side of Mr. for Morton's life. I shall

tell you all about it tomorrow.

>> Well, what about me?

>> I can now inform the police commissioner

that Honest John is absolutely innocent

of the explosion which caused the death

of Gerald Morton.

As a matter of fact, John, that job

wasn't up to your usual professional

standards, was it?

>> No, I'd done better than that when I was

still wearing short pants.

>> Surely.

>> Now, I ain't squawking about the cops

pinning a murder on me, but when they

tries to hang an amateur's job like that

Martin blow up on me, I resent it. See,

naturally, naturally,

>> I'll get it. Take a general order

effective immediately.

>> There you are, ladies and gentlemen.

You've just had the pleasure of hearing

honest John in person.

>> You mean I was on air?

>> You were, John. And thank you.

>> You You dumb, WHY DON'T YOU LOOK WHERE

YOU'RE GOING?

>> Ladies and gentlemen, for the past 24

hours, the entire police force of this

city have been trying to locate honest

John. Yet the shadow has had no

difficulty in bringing him to you on

this program this evening. For further

details, please read the classic. This

is the shadow saying goodbye until the

same time tomorrow.

>> Here's everything ever published on

Gerald Morton. Now, let's get busy.

>> Well, let's not.

>> Well, uh well uh what are you going to

do?

>> I don't know.

>> You mean you don't know?

>> That's right. The shadow doesn't know.

Have one.

>> Uh, I tried it once and it made me

dizzy.

>> Oh, so that's what caused it.

>> Good night.

>> Good night.

>> This case is getting to be a boore. Why

don't you hurry and make something

happen?

>> Miss Lane, when lightning is about to

strike, one doesn't try to hurry it.

>> Well, nice going, Cranston.

You fixed things up just dandy. Now,

Western has shut down on all police

news, all fire news, and all hospital

news. From now on, it's no news for us.

>> Splendid. No news is good news, they

say.

>> And that honest John gag. What did the

idea of staging that stunt with a dumb

stoge?

>> Mr. Heath, that was no stoogge. That was

honest John himself with a gun at my

head.

>> You mean the man that just went out?

>> Miss Lane wants excitement, but doesn't

know it when she bumps into it.

I don't care. This does make me dizzy.

>> Oh, hello, Matt. How are you?

>> Well, where is he?

>> You mean honest John? I suppose.

>> Yeah.

>> I do believe, as he'd say himself, that

he's taken it on the lamb.

>> Why didn't you hold him?

>> Well, why should I? I'm not the police

commissioner.

>> Then quit acting like a chump.

You know, I think he's got something

there.

>> BB, thank you. You're a gentleman and a

lady.

>> Now, here, stop this clowning. How are

we going to get the paper off the spot

you two have got it on?

>> We're not clowning, Mr. Heathen. Please

don't blame Miss Lane. It was my fault.

I thought I was

>> Wait a minute. I think you hit an angle

in your broadcast where you hinted that

Morton's character wasn't all it should

be.

>> I don't know. The

>> my work this thing out.

>> All right. Glly, I believe you have

something.

>> Yes, there's the Mr. Cranston.

>> I'm Mr. Cranston. What can I do for you,

sir?

>> I am Roger Morton, brother of the Gerald

Morton, whose name you tried to bismerch

in your broadcast. I came over to see

just what sort of man could be guilty of

such an attack.

>> Well, I'd like to explain that.

>> I don't know what you meant by your hint

about a hidden side in my brother's

life. But in the presence of my

attorney,

>> I beg your pardon. Our firm has great

commitments abroad, young man, and your

paper will pay the penalty if you do or

say anything to jeopardize our

international dealings. And we deal in

millions. That's all. Good night.

>> Good night.

>> Now, what are you going to do?

>> I'll tell you what he's going to do.

He's going to handle the story Morton's

way or he'll sue us for millions.

>> Nice thing. Honest John says I handle it

his way or he'll shoot me. Weston says I

handle it his way or I go to jail. I

think you started all this, sweetheart.

Have you got any suggestions?

>> Don't ask me. You're the great big

detective.

>> And there you are. You see, she craves

action. And when she runs into it, she

starts passing the buck. I wish you'd go

home and roll your hoop so we can roll

up our sleeves and get to work.

>> I'll admit you have performed miracles

like that Allen murder. But there you

had a bend pin to start with a clue.

This time you have nothing.

>> You're right. Nothing.

>> Don't forget you've still got Phoebe.

>> Well, we don't want you shot. You're no

good to us in jail, and we can't afford

to offend Morton.

>> There it is, son. Get us out of it.

>> Just like nothing happened.

Well, Miss Lane.

>> Miss Lane went home to roll her hoop.

>> Phoebe,

I wonder if Miss Lane would recognize

the man that gave her the tip that

started all this.

>> Miss Lane would know him anywhere. She

never forgets a face.

>> Well, um, what did he look like?

>> Oh, he was thin. Well, not too thin.

>> No.

>> And, uh,

>> blonde.

>> He was between a blonde and brunette and

rather medium size for a man. And he was

thin and and Oh, but I said that, didn't

I?

>> Yes. Yes. Yes, you did. My my, what a

memory.

>> Anyway, he wasn't badl looking. Well, go

on. Anything else?

>> Anyhow, I know how he spoke.

>> How?

>> With a foreign accent.

>> A foreign accent.

>> Listen, that's important.

>> Uh, was it uh Moscow Russian? I will

give you a tip about a theater. No, it

wasn't that. I see.

>> Uh, Italian perhaps, more liquid. Uh,

sor we know about the theater. No, it

wasn't that French. Of course, it

wouldn't be French. There is a theater

that will be robbed tonight.

>> No, that's not right. A German perhaps I

can give you a tip about a theater

around the corner that's going

perhaps a little finer. How vianese?

>> Um I can give you a tip about a theater

around the corner that you you've got

it. That's exactly the way he spoke.

>> Fine.

>> And I'm sure I'd recognize him now if I

saw him.

>> Good. Thank you, Miss Lane. Now you can

go home.

Oh, wait a minute. Let me finish before

you go away mad.

Uh, go home, put on your nicest dinner

dress, and I shall call for you between

9:30 and 10:00.

>> You mean I'm going to be whined and

dying for remembering his accent?

>> No, sweetheart. The idea is to find the

man.

>> I don't get it.

>> When you want to find an American, you

go where he works. When you want to find

a foreigner, you go where he dines.

>> My But you're clever.

>> Let me see now. Should I wear black or

blue or

>> You'll wear black and blue if you don't

hurry. Scram, sister.

Heat. Heat.

Yeah.

Amen.

You want to cover them?

>> Oh, no. No. If I eat any more of that

bookshot, I'll pass out.

>> And don't you dare pass out until we

find that man?

>> Bookshot?

>> Oh, 130. I've looked at so many men that

they all look so tired.

>> I thought you wanted to be a reporter.

Now listen, you stick around until we

find the man. Then you can go home. Go

home the very minute the fun begins.

>> Me? I'm not going to do all the hunting

and then miss the shooting.

>> Oh, now be reasonable, will you, Phoebe?

You're the boss niece. I can't let

anything happen to you.

>> Why did I have to be born a relative?

Why couldn't I have been born an orphan

or something?

>> There he is.

I thought you said he was good-looking.

>> Are you sure that's the man?

>> I'm positive.

>> I'm sorry, sweetheart. You'll have to

scram.

Oh, hello. Hello. I

>> Oh, I am sorry. I have made a mistake.

You are not my old friend, Captain

Litzman, as I thought.

My mistake was a natural one. You know,

I have not seen Litzman since we flew

together in the war.

Uh, I see you are an ace also. May I

know the name? Mine is Stoolski. Baron

Stoski. I'm called Floto and this is my

friend Starkov.

>> How'd you do? I was told when I arrived

in America recently that I could meet

and make friends with many people of my

own class.

I am glad that is so.

>> Beta. Uh gentlemen, what will we drink?

Lassaw 26 and make sure it is 26,

please.

>> Ready? I miss you.

>> Hello, darling.

>> Well, aren't you going to introduce me,

Precious? After all, I am your wife, you

know. Or do you?

>> Oh, yes. Forgive me. Baron Nesttoski,

may I present Mr. Floto, Mr. Starkhoff,

my new friend? How

>> you do? How you do? Thank you very much.

for a recent arrival in America. As I

say over here, you must be a fast worker

to have married so charming a girl so

soon.

>> Well, it it was a whirlwind courtship.

We met on Wednesday. I proposed on

Thursday and uh we were married on the

Statue of Liberty.

You met her through her newspaper work

>> newspaper work?

>> Yes. You're a reporter for the Daily

Classic, are you not?

>> Why? Why? No. There there must be some

mistake. Why? I'm just not clever enough

to be a reporter. Am I, darling?

>> No, darling.

Pardon my mistake. America is a land of

women so beautiful. They all look alike.

>> Sorry, Missy. Cannot save you. The bar

is closed. It's after closing out.

>> Oh, that's too bad. I had counted on

talking over old times with you, but my

apartment is never closed.

Come, we'll go and have a drink and chat

before we break up.

>> I'm afraid we cannot join you. You know,

the Baroness never keeps late hours. Oh,

but one evening won't matter, darling.

We'd be delighted to go. Come on, dear.

>> Taxi, taxi.

>> Midtown Apartments.

>> Oh, no. You see, it is a raining night.

I'm sorry. And it's so late. I must take

my wife home, I'm sure.

>> But the Midtown Apartments are not far

from here.

>> Yes, darling. And I'd love to have

another drink.

>> OH, DANGER.

YOU SEE, my wife gets these attacks, you

know, when it's late and raining. I I

must take her home, but we will see you

tomorrow for lunchon

>> at the Hog Brow at 1.

>> Lunchon 1:00 punctuate.

>> Good.

>> Yes.

>> At 12 Dutton Street.

>> Okay,

>> good night, gentlemen.

>> Good night.

>> Good night.

>> You ought to let this coffee write your

column.

>> It's strong enough. A good strong coffee

for a strong silent man. How's this? The

shadow says that his statements over the

air yesterday regarding the character of

Mr. Gerald Morton were unjustified and

those statements are hereby withdrawn

with due apologies to Mr. Morton's

family.

>> Yeah, but you have to apologize to

Commissioner Weston.

>> Let's not go overboard in our enthusiasm

for whitewashing ourselves. But you've

got to square the paper with Weston.

Tell how it happened. Describe the

scene. you with the mic and honest John

with the gun.

>> I was afraid you'd be expecting that, so

I wrote it last night. But I don't like

it.

My apologies to Commissioner Weston.

Perhaps he's right in his belief that

honest John is the my statement on the

air that the man was innocent was made

while John himself was holding a gun at

my head. And I hope that the

commissioner, with his usual

fairmindedness,

will restore the classic favor.

>> Great. Now Martin can't sue us and the

commissioner will have to restore our

news.

>> Oh, I spend years building up a

reputation as a crime expert, then have

to expose myself as a stuffed shirt that

gets kicked around by the police

department.

>> Well, look here, son. If you were so

keen about that reputation of yours,

>> why don't you solve this case?

Well, did you check? Who is he?

>> The shadow, the chemologist.

He is not to be taken lightly.

Neither were the best detectives of

Paris, London, New York. Yet, here we

are.

an amateur.

Now,

>> Mr. Canson, how are you feeling this

morning?

>> Now, listen, Mo, for the last time, if

you ever call me by name again or

recognize me or even speak to me before

you're spoken to,

>> I'm fired.

>> That's right.

>> Okay, Stanger.

I wonder where our friend Mr. Cranston

is.

>> There's something wrong, Stalker.

There's something wrong with your

nerves, my friend.

We are not going to leave here with our

work finished.

>> Yes. Yes, I know how much there's at

stake. That's why I'm so uneasy.

That's right. Tell everybody we're here.

Suppose Flo or Starkov would have been

behind this door instead of me.

>> Oh, but they couldn't be. They're both

at the restaurant, and I thought you'd

be there having lunch with them, too.

>> Oh, and this would be a good time to do

a little detecting.

>> Uh-huh. Well, for once you had a good

idea.

>> Well, come on. Let's get busy and look

for the clue.

>> So, you've got a clue, have you?

>> Why, yes. The watch and the wallet that

were missing from the man's body.

>> H. And where do you suggest we look for

them?

>> Well, my mother always used to hide

things under the mattress. And Oh, if we

could only find a teapot, I'm sure it

would be in there.

>> Well, then all we have to do is find a

teapot.

>> Uh-huh. Come on, let's get started.

>> Telephone, Mr. Froto.

Hello.

>> We have waited long enough, Rudolph.

>> Has our men come home from downtown?

>> Not yet, sir. I understand he won't be

home before late.

He's to meet our countrymen here for a

final conference tonight.

>> We must know his plans. Keep in touch

with us at the apartment. Be there in a

few.

Wait up.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Check.

>> I think we should definitely stay here

and find that watch and wallet. Now, my

>> intuition.

Hello.

This is Floto.

The master has just gotten home. Early

in the afternoon will occur an

opportunity when he is gone.

Sh. No more. Someone is coming. I called

you back.

>> What's happened?

>> Uh, just a minute.

>> Operator, uh, can you trace that last

call to this number, please? But it's

important.

>> Oh, I see. Uh, thank you.

>> Are they going to trace the call?

>> Oh, they can't trace a call on a dial

phone.

>> What are we going to do now?

>> Well, wait till he calls back.

>> Till who calls back?

>> The fellow I just talked with.

Oh, hello. Hello. We were afraid we had

missed you. We've been waiting and

waiting, haven't we, dear?

>> What are you doing here?

>> Well, we came for the lunchon.

>> But the appointment was to have lunchon

at the restaurant.

>> Oh, how stupid of me. You know, I'm

afraid last night when we made the

appointment, my mind wasn't on it. You

know, my wife had that attack.

>> I trust she's better now.

>> No, I'm afraid she's even worse. Aren't

you, dear?

>> Make her comfortable. We soon have

lunch.

>> Oh.

Oh, poor darling. No, you see, she's

getting another attack. I must take her

for the air right away.

>> Just a minute, Mr. Clansson.

your hand, Mr. Shadow. What do you

suspect us of all? And why? Well, now

you'll have to listen to the broadcast

to hear that. You see, our business is

to get interviews, not to give them,

isn't it, sweetheart?

>> Yes, sir.

>> And may we go now? No. Now that we have

you here, you're going to stay.

>> Take your time, mister.

>> Taxi stranger.

>> Scram. Phoebe.

Thanks for your hospitality, boys.

>> Nice work, Mo.

>> Mo, I THOUGHT WE WERE STRANGERS. Have a

seat of that, PAL.

>> The police.

>> What makes you think so? Because he

prefers to wake alone.

>> Hello. What's that?

That wasn't I. We were not at home then.

That was Cranson. Repeat what you told

him.

It's Rudolph. He told Cranson his master

would be at home this afternoon. That an

opportunity might occur to strike.

That's indefinite but incriminating. You

must act at once today. Tomorrow may be

too late.

>> Naturally, my woman's intuition told me

that we should get out of there, but I

was afraid to tell you because I thought

you'd laugh at me.

>> Well, thank goodness it's all over.

There's nothing to worry about now. You

take your woman's intuition and go to

lunchon.

>> Oh, trying to get rid of me? Well, I'm

not going to go. I'm not going to miss

any more fun.

>> Well, I've got some work to do now. You

run along, please.

>> All right.

>> It's a good girl.

>> Bert. B.

Berg.

Bird. Come on. Get up and get going.

>> Or two. Go to the Midtown Apartments.

Stake out. Watch for two foreigners in a

closed car. Phone me as soon as they

leave.

>> Okay.

>> And hurry for a change.

>> Okay, chief.

>> Hello. Oh, yes, Mr. Heath. No, still as

much in the dark as ever. Well, those

fellas are rather clever. As a matter of

fact, they're planning another deal

right now.

Well, if I knew that, I wouldn't be

hanging around here. Pardon me. Come in.

Oh, hello Barrow. Sit down. I'll be

right with you. Yes, Heath. No thanks. I

don't need you. What I need is a

clairvoyant. Right. So long.

>> I have that Morton information for you.

>> Good. I understand that Gerald Morton's

firm was interested in some very big

international deals. Was that right?

>> Yes, they still are. I made these

notations for you. Their recent

underwritings include 10 million

Argentine fors, 28 million Danish

refunding two and a halfs, and I

understand they'll soon issue several

new European debentures.

>> Well, what about them? That might be a

good investment for me.

>> Certainly. However, these new bonds that

Morton and Morton are about to offer

seem to me to be highly speculative. But

if the 50 million is spent to build up

the army as intended, the exiled

aristocrats will never succeed with

their threatened revolution.

>> Good. That's what I wanted to find out.

Oh, pardon me. Uh, Miss Lane, do you

know Mr. Barrows, our financial editor.

>> How do you do?

>> How do you do?

>> What's this all about? At a time like

this, you're talking about investments.

>> I'll be with you in a minute.

>> Editorial.

>> Editorial. Cranston speaking. Whole

shadow column for remake.

>> Right.

>> I brought you some lunch. I was in such

a hurry. I got your bottle of beer. We

can share mine. A good assistant would

never let her boss go hungry.

>> Oh, thank you, Miss Lane. And now, will

you phone the commissioner and tell him

I'll call him back later.

>> What's his number?

>> Uh, you'll find it in the book.

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There you are, Commissioner. First

edition on the streets now with a full

explanation. Apology by the shadow.

>> The apology could have been stronger.

>> I I hope this paves the way for renewing

friendly relations.

>> I'm no enemy of the shadow. I always

give him credit for being somewhat

clever, but he should remember he's only

an amateur. After all, we're

professionals.

>> That's right, Commissioner. And I hope

that uh you'll restore the Daily Classic

to good standing with the department

right away. Of course I will take a

general order.

>> Cigar commissioner.

>> No thanks.

>> Will you get a load of this Phoebe? The

Martin case will break wide open tonight

and it'll be a big surprise to the

police. Pardon me. Under the misguidance

of Commissioner Weston, the department

has wasted 24 hours searching for the

wrong man with the right men under their

noses all the time.

>> But won't that make the commissioner

furious?

>> Pardon me. You would get hard-boiled

eggs. And although the murders have

completely baffled the police by their

shrewdness and daring, pardon me. The

shadow knows who they are and why they

killed Gerald Morton.

>> But how do you know that? We didn't find

a single clue and just a motive.

>> Ah, yes, we did. And you'll know when it

happens. You're intelligent. You

sparkle. I don't know what I'd have done

without you on this case. But we've got

to keep going here. Rush this down for

the night edition.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Pardon me.

I told you not to fight, Weston. You've

ruined the paper with your

grandstanding. Even if you have added

100,000 new readers to our circulation.

>> Maybe you're right. Maybe I did pull a

boner. I did it to keep the confidence

of our readers, to prove that we've

tried to expose stupidity wherever it

exists. For years, we've been trying to

educate them and their children to obey

the law. Now, maybe you're willing to

undo all the good we've done, but I'm

not, Mr. Heath.

>> Well, neither am I. But I've got the

paper to think of. Suppose you're wrong

in this case. Why they'll laugh you out

of town. What if you don't solve this

murder this afternoon?

>> Then I'm through. Washed up. No more

shadow column and no shadow. But if I'm

right and Weston's wrong, he's the one

that has to change his tune. He'll have

to work hand in hand with me. And

between the two of us, there will be so

little crime in this city, it'll be a

crime.

>> There's this spirit. Now you're talking.

>> Yes, sir.

I make four straight passes right in the

road.

Then I pick up them dice again,

breeze on them, and I said, "Come on,

baby. Papa needs the door.

And right there is where the cop comes

along. Oh yeah.

I have that boss.

A boss.

Shine him again, will you, boy?

>> Again? I done shine him three times.

Look out there, boss. You better put

that away and kill somebody.

>> A boss machine was shy money.

>> We'll have the usual introduction and uh

then naturally work out the theme that

crime doesn't pay.

Answer that, would you please, Miss L?

>> Hello. Yes, this is Mr. Cranston's

office. Who should I say we should speak

to him?

I can't hear you.

>> Oh, I'm so sorry. It sounded just like

you were yawning.

>> Oh, I know who that is. I'll take it.

Thanks. Hello, Burke. Yes. What's up?

Bag and baggage, huh? Which way do they

go? Wes. Never mind how I knew. Yeah. So

long.

I've got to run now. If you want to help

me, you'll stay here and finish those

notes.

>> Uh, well, you're just trying to get rid

of me.

>> No, not at all. Really, whether or not I

go on the air tonight as advertised

depends absolutely upon you. Now, you

wouldn't let me down, would you, pal?

>> You bet I won't, pal.

>> All right.

Hello, Thunder.

>> Hello. Uh 896 Clover Road and hurry.

>> Okay, Mr. Clansson.

>> Mo, you're fired. I've warned you a

dozen times.

>> Yeah, and I warned you once. Get in.

You two and the first break you make,

you're driving a dead passenger.

>> I know I did you wrong, John, but I'll

square it later. I'm in a hurry now.

Let's talk it over some other time.

There ain't going to be any other time

for you, buddy.

You can't laugh this off. My apologies

to Commissioner Weston. I'm now

convinced that he's right in his belief

that Honest John is the killer.

>> Oh, that's only the first edition. I had

to red apple the commissioner. Wait till

you read the final edition.

>> This is the final edition for you,

buddy. Just a minute. Another move like

that and I'm going to let you have it

right here.

>> I was only reaching for a cigarette. You

got a cigarette, driver?

I got you covered now, pal.

But suppose you left the pen and you

want to go straight. You come to town

looking for an honest John. What do you

get? A bum murder rap hung on you.

>> Do you really want to go straight, John?

>> Oh, my word of honor.

>> Have a cigarette.

>> What? Now go ahead and plug me. Anybody

dumb enough to fall for that one's got

it coming.

Am I on the air?

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is Miss

Phoebe Lane, the shadow shadow. If

police commissioner Weston is missing

in, I should like him to know that the

shadow and I think he's the world's

prized sap and we intend to leave no

stone unturned.

>> The shadow knows who killed Gerald

Morton and why. Will be on the air at

8:00 p.m. this evening as usual.

I will see about that. Matthews, what's

the law covering withholding of evidence

from the police?

>> Section 164, revive criminal code, sir.

>> Get out a warrant for Cranson and pick

him up at once. Yes, sir.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, I'll give

you my own story of how I helped the

shadow to solve the Gerald Morton murder

mystery. In the first place,

Commissioner Weston and his very dumb

stoogge detective Inspector Matthews,

we're off of false scent as usual. And

>> keep right on, sister. You were going

great.

>> Oh, I'm so sorry. You frightened me so I

didn't know what I was saying. And I

never know what I'm saying when I'm

frightened. Do you want to see Mr.

Cranston?

>> Yeah, just to say hello.

>> You're not going to arrest him again?

Oh, no. Cranon and I are old personal

friends.

>> Oh, then I can tell you where he is.

He's out in the Morton case.

>> Morton,

>> thank you. Be sure to thank Mr. Cranston

for that.

>> Well, thank you, Mr. Matthews. I

certainly will.

>> I'm sure he'll thank you. Goodbye.

>> Bye.

Remember

your instructions, Stephan.

Sorry if I uh kept you waiting,

gentlemen. Our appointment wasn't until

later.

>> We are not the men you are expecting,

but we are here regarding the same

matter.

>> Won't you sit down?

>> I uh really there's no need of that. The

business is out of the confidential

stage and the deal is about to be

concluded. The deal will never be

concluded.

You will kindly take out all negotiable

bonds and securities in any large amount

of money.

This is uh all I have of value here.

Mrs. Morton's jewels and the bulk of my

holdings are in the bank vault downtown.

And if you want to

>> This is not a robbery, Mr. Morton. This

is a matter of international diplomacy.

>> These bonds represent much money, do

they not?

>> $100,000 or more.

>> I don't see what ends you can gain by

killing me. Let us review the history of

the loan you were about to make tonight.

Three years ago, French banker was about

to lend that money. He died in an auto

accident.

The loan was next negotiated with an

English financier who was very much

devoted to his wife, Mr. Martin.

He committed suicide.

>> So you see, we have many ways of taking

care of those who oppose us.

>> But say you did kill me. There are other

banking houses. You can't prevent them

all from dealing with your country. We

intend that the death of both parts and

Martha shall throw this band issue into

such litigation as we'll hold it in the

courts indefinitely.

Unfortunately, you were not with your

brother at the time of the accident we

planned for both of you. So now you will

do as I suggest.

Or if you're stubborn, we'll wait for

Mrs. Moore.

What do you want me to write?

>> The death of your brother will make

necessary that you account to his estate

for your interest in the firm. Will it

not?

>> Of course.

>> Good.

We take these.

Your accounts are 100,000 short. You are

faced with exposure as a fateless

partner, as a thief of your brother's

money. You understand?

>> Now you know what to write, Mr. Morton.

answering an unspoken question. There's

only one bullet, but there are two of

us.

Good shot, John.

Are you surprised to see me? You won't

need this now, Mr. Morton. Off. I

thought you were clever. Even a small

town constable could spot that concealed

weapon. Uh, you better let me take care

of that, Mr. Morton.

Watch him, John.

Oh, hello Matt.

>> Hello.

>> How did you get here?

>> Won sent me out to pick you up. You're

under arrest.

>> What? Again? What's the charge this

time?

>> Withholding evidence in the Morton case.

>> As usual, the commissioner is late.

>> Hey, you.

If it's my last act on earth, I'll put

you in jail for life.

Okay, you're on the air.

>> The shadow speaks, announcing that the

Morton case has at last been solved and

the murderers are now in the custody of

our able police. This has been one of

the most baffling cases in the shadows

experience. A case without a clue.

Murderers too clever to be caught by

ordinary methods. And had it not been

for the able cooperation of the police

department, the case would still be

unsolved. I have already handed

Commissioner Weston a bouquet today.

But now I wish to do so publicly and to

compliment him for his shrewdness in

causing the killer to think he and his

men were following a false clue. As a

result, the murderer and his

accompllices were later taken in the act

of attempting the life of Mr. Roger

Morton. For the complete story, read the

Daily Classic.

And now, my friends, I'm going to ask

Miss Lane, the lovely young lady who

assisted in the solution of this crime,

to tell her own story. Ladies and

gentlemen, I give you Miss Phoebe Lane.

Uh, ladies and gentlemen, there seems to

be a great deal of static interference

this evening. And anyway, we thank Miss

Lane for her very vivid description.

>> The shadow speaks. Ladies and gentlemen,

>> crime does not pay.

>> The shadow bids you good night till our

next broadcast.