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Easter Bell in the 3rd,
hasn't won in two years.

That ought to be due.

Sports desk.

Dugan, what have you got lose
out there?

Sherlock Jones and do me a favor,

put him on something
and take him out of my hair.

Even he can cover this.
Send him in.

Right.

Old man wants to see you.

Oh, all right.

What's this I hear about you
not liking to cover sports?

Oh, it's not that.
I just think

I'd make a good crime reporter.

Well, here's something
a little different.

Make a story out of it.

- What kind?
- Human interest.

Pick the prettiest girl
in the line.

Why did she leave home?
How is she gonna get back?

A man!

Maybe there is no man.

Invent one.
A plumber, a carpenter!

Maybe there's a criminal angle
back of this ad.

Something like that.

Then I'd send a reporter.

This is something
even a sports writer can do.

Beat it.

That guy is just dumb enough
and stubborn enough

to make a swell
newshawk someday.

Say, look, I, uh-

You seem to be doing
the looking.

But whatever it is, no.

Now, don't get me wrong.

I don't want
to get you at all.

Try further down the line.

I'm not being fresh.

Then what are you,
a strike picket?

No, a newspaperman.

I should have guessed that.

You don't look intelligent.

Oh, why be that way?

Listen, all I want is a story
about you for the paper.

Why me?

Well, in spite
of your disposition,

you look interesting.

What kind of a story?

For instance
why are you in this line?

Simple.
I need a job.

What brought you
to Hollywood?

Also simple.
A train.

Now be serious, will you?

I am about going to work.

If I get this,
I'll give you a story.

But goodbye now.

Well, how about lunch?

And lose my spot here?

Not Casey.

You won't get the job anyhow.
Come on.

Didn't you hear me
say goodbye?

Oh, lady, how would you like
to make two bucks?

Huh?

I'm glad you said lady. How?

What I mean is hold her place
in line for about an hour

while we have lunch. One now,
and one when we come back.

Okay. It's a deal.

See? It's all fixed.

Your place in line is safe

and the drugstore
is just around the corner.

All right, but you're
being gypped. I'm hungry.

The family said no,
friends said the same.

Fiance threatened to marry
the banker's daughter,

but I came out anyhow.

What for?
To get in pictures?

- Sure
- Just another one out of--

I know, there's thousands
of them ahead of me.

They're waiting on tables,
selling cosmetics,

and some of them
are in that line out there.

Can't you go home?

Sure, but I won't.

Why?

How would you like to be
a hardware merchant's wife

in Cedar Rapids?

I'm afraid I couldn't
take that without aspirin.

How would you like
to be pointed out

as the greatest girl athlete
of the Corn Belt?

I couldn't go that
even with aspirin.

Take a look at this.

I wanna be a woman,
not a female Dizzy Dean.

"Led by the mighty Casey
who scored 27 points,

Cedar Rapids girls team
decisively beat Des Moines

for the state championship."

Why don't you cash in
on this stuff out here?

Well, I already told you.

I want to be a girl
and wear silk stockings

and high-heeled shoes
without spikes.

I have to work but at least

it can be of something feminine.

Well, I don't blame you.

Thanks for a swell story.

Thanks for the lunch.

Say, that hour's up.

- We haven't had dessert yet.
- We'll skip it.

Oh, waitress, a check
and two ice cream cones.

Right away.

- Hiya, Peanuts.
- Hiya, Jimmy?

When are you going to put
my picture in the paper?

The first time
you knock a home run.

Miss Casey, Peanuts.

Murphy's the last name,
Casey. Glad to meet you.

Hello.

Say I didn't know Notre Dame
had a girls' team.

Don't be silly.
That stands for New Deal.

Foy Harris the owner here

figures we can make
his drugstore famous.

He's sponsoring your team?

We'd have a real club

- if we could find a hot pitcher.
- I know two or three girls

- that haven't signed up yet.
- Yeah, so do I

but they're not good-looking.
And Harris here

wants a team
of nine Miss Americas.

The pitcher's got to throw
curves and have them, too.

I'm still trying to figure out
how I made the grade.

Well, glad to have met you,
Casey.

Don't forget to put my picture
in the paper.

Mine, too.
So long, Casey.

As soon
as you knock home runs.

We still got dessert.

Sorry girls, but the position's
been filled.

- Oh.
- I told you,

you were wasting your time.

I wonder what happened
to my stand-in.

- Oh, here she is.
- Never mind the other dollar.

- I got the job.
- Oh, I want a story.

What's your name
and where do you live?

Jane Harmon.

1220 Fountain Avenue,

Granite 3621.

- Goodbye.
- Thanks.

Friend of yours?

No, but don't you see the angle?

Pinch hitter gets job.

Hundreds turned away.

I just see one angle.

She got my job thanks to you.

Oh, I'm sorry Casey.

Look, here's my card.

Call me at the office
and I'll see

what I can find down there.

When I call you, you'll be
stepping on your beard.

Well, I've got
to beat it now.

- I'm sorry you missed out.
- I can see that.

Better change your mind
and call me at the post,

Jimmy Jones.

Oh, Mr. Jones.

Put that in your story, too.

Did you want to see me,
Mr. Brophy?

Yes, and I want to talk to you.

I want to ask you
one simple question.

Did you write that?

Sure.
What's wrong with it?

Foy Harris is getting up a team
of nine Miss Americas.

Did you have to add that he was
a former gambling baron

- of the Middle West?
- Well, facts are facts.

He's the only big shot racketeer
I ever heard of.

He wasn't sharp before he could
learn to play golf.

He now owns one of the best
drugstores in this town.

That's a legitimate business.

Well, how do you know
he's legitimate?

I don't and I don't care.

That's a police worry.

But he buys advertising space
in this paper

and he won't if we knock him.
That's my worry.

Oh, I see. If they advertise,
don't write about them,

- is that it?
- No. If you can prove

that he's in a crooked racket
now, that's today's news.

Your stuff about him
is two years old.

Maybe I can.

He's got Danny Mashio
to manage his team.

Who's he?
Public enemy number seven?

No. A big league ballplayer

who saw more dough in rackets
than in baseball.

I'll see what I can dig up
for you.

You better take
that flat-headed

photographer of yours.
Go out to Sunset Fields

and square this thing
with Harris.

Now stop playing G-man
and get out of here.

- How do they look to you, Foy?
- Not a bad-looking bunch.

The funny part of it is
that most of them can play ball.

That pitcher is a pretty
good-looking prospect.

Dotty.

Give it here.

Nice going, kid.

You had plenty
on that last one.

Hello, sugar.
What do you think of them?

Better than the old bunch
we had on the Blues.

They'll do a lot of winning

unless we have to play
the Yankees.

Put another pitcher in and give
that Casey kid a turn at bat.

I want Foy to see her hit.

Okay.

- How is she acting?
- Same as usual.

You know what Sue knows
could give us an awful headache.

It could but it won't.

You mean buy her off?

Did you ever hear of me
buying anybody off?

You don't need
any batting practice, Casey.

Throw 'em to the rest of us.

Patty!

Come on, Pete.

Hello, Jimmy,
glad to see you.

How are you, Mashio?
What's your team look like?

Help yourself to an eyeful.

I think they look great.

Don't know how they play

but Foy wanted them picked
like a chorus.

Foy Harris, this is Jimmy Jones,

one of the ace reporters
on the Post.

- Glad to know you, Jimmy.
- How do you do, Mr. Harris.

Nice of you to cover this
for us.

I remember your name in the
headlines as a football player.

Seems to me the papers know
how to spell your name, too.

Well, I've been trying
to make them forget me.

I think you've arranged
that now.

I'm giving a little feed over
at the store

for the girls after practice.
Glad to have you join us.

Thanks. In the meantime
I'll look the team over

and see if I can pick up
a story.

Well that girl catching
over there is Sue Collins.

Used to be captain
of my old team, the Blues.

She can give you the dope
on the others.

Thanks.
I'll see you later.

- Come on, Pete.
- I'm coming. I'm coming.

I thought you said he was dumb.

Then why ask him
to stick around?

A little soft soap washes out
a lot of trouble.

Say, uh, I'm Jimmy Jones
of the Post.

Harris said you'd give me
a little dope on the team.

Well, first,
who are your pitchers?

Well, um...

Oh, I'm sorry. I thought
you signaled for the ball.

Oh, that's Ann Casey.

She's one of our pitchers.

Yeah, I felt that she must be.

I'll talk to her first.

Hello, Sharpshooter.
Still growing strikes?

If the plate's big enough
I get 'em over.

Pete, get a picture.
Mark it,

"Ann Casey all-around girl
athlete of Cedar Rapids,

now pitching for the New Deal
Drug Company."

Hey, Casey!

Take it in action
just as she throws.

Well how about
just letting her hold it?

I saw her bean you.

Got it.

Now get some of the other kids.

Mind if I stand behind you
and umpire?

Help yourself.

I can't think of a job
you'd fit better.

Next time, don't start
to cross the street

until the signal changes.

Doggone, I wish I knew
the telephone number

of that truck that hit me.

Better call it.

That's all today, kids!

Change your clothes
and meet at the store!

I'll wait and drive you over.

You cost me one job.

- This time I can help you.
- How?

- Publicity.
- Can't use it.

Oh, wait a minute, Casey.
Be a good sport

and give me a chance
to square myself, will you?

All right,
I'll tell you how you can.

- How?
- Stay away from me.

You're a jinx.

Bad news?

It might be.

Keep a rod in your pocket.

Friend of ours broke jail.

Oh, Jimmy,
I busted my camera, twice.

Harris just tore up a telegram.

I want every piece
he dropped, understand?

- Every piece.
- Well, why?

Listen, I just got
a bawling out from Brophy

that burned my ears,
so I looked Harris up.

He didn't come to California
just for the rainy season.

Now as soon as everybody leaves,
you get busy.

Aw, Jimmy I'll miss that feed.

Sure you will but
it won't hurt you.

You're getting too fat, anyhow.

I'd help you but I got business
at the drugstore.

Well, how are you kids
getting along?

Swell.

I'd like to talk to you
for a few minutes.

Now naturally,
I'd like a winning team.

The thing I want most
is the best-looking bunch

in the league
and I think you kids

qualify on that score.

Some people put their ads
on the back cover of a magazine.

I'm putting mine
on a baseball diamond.

Danny Mashio here
is your manager.

Sue Collins is your captain.

I think they'll treat you right.

If they don't, come to me.

That's all and thanks.

What are you looking for,
four-leaf clovers?

Uh, well,
something was dropped.

Yeah, I can see that.

On their head.

Yeah.

Excuse us, Jimmy.
Danny and I

wanna talk to Foy
about the uniforms.

Sure.

Better rub something
on your arm.

I will.

What do you think
of this reporter?

He seems nice.

Get better acquainted.
He has ideas.

No chance.
Ann Casey is the one.

Casey, huh?

Yeah, they had some kind
of a battle

and he's trying
to square himself.

I see and you're figuring
on making a pal out of her.

Sure. Any objections?

No, I think it's a swell idea.

She seems like a good kid

and she might help us
keep a string on Jones.

You know, he bothers me.
He's nosy.

He's all right.

You think
he might cause trouble, Foy?

No, but my old partner might.

- He's in jail.
- He was in jail.

I just got a wire.

Keep your eyes open.

I wanna take a look
at some of this new liquor.

Okay.

- Goodbye.
- It's, uh,

gonna be kind of hard
to massage your own arm.

Now I'm a graduate masseur.

Yes, I imagine you do know
all the holds.

Now Casey, I told you before,
don't get me wrong.

And I've told you before,
I don't wanna get you at all.

I'll call you up.

Dial N-O till you're exhausted.

Did you find them all?

Sure, but I'm still hungry.

Pete, I've got a hunch
about this setup.

Yeah, the last hunch you had
almost got us both fired.

I'll dare you
to tell them apart.

I think we'll blow now.
Thanks for the feed.

Thanks in advance for whatever
story appears in your paper.

Take a look
at our liquor department,

the most complete stock
in the city.

Sure a lot of fun up there
and plenty of headaches, too.

Come on in the office a minute.
I wanna have a talk with you.

Pete, wait in the car.
I'll be right out.

- Cigarette?
- Thanks.

Jimmy, you're a smart boy.

I'm gonna lay it on the line.

The less you say about me
in your paper,

the better I'll like it.

But I do want publicity
for the ball club

because I know it'll bring
dollars into the store.

So whatever you forget about me
and print about the girls

will be appreciated
and remembered.

Harris,
I'm in the sports department.

You're looking
for the advertising manager

of the paper.
He sells space.

No hard feelings.
I just didn't want you to think

I was cheap.
I'm used to paying off.

I'll give your club all the
breaks it deserves and more,

but there's no payoff.

It's a pleasure to meet a fellow
who keeps his hands

in his own pockets.
- Thanks.

I'll be running along.

You can go out that way.

Harris, this is one
wrap you won't get out of.

Stand up and take it.

Well, he got away fast.

Thanks.
That was a close one.

- Who was he?
- Had this face covered.

I couldn't see.

Some old friend, maybe?

I don't think so.

I suppose this means
a front-page story.

Yes, I guess it might be.

Jimmy I spent all the money
I had trying to develop

a legitimate business.

A story like this
would wash me up.

What do you want me to do?

Forget it ever happened,
give me a break?

Well, I do think
you ought to call the police

for your own protection.

I've been taking care
of myself for a long time now.

Well I'll just keep this
as a souvenir

and I won't break the story
without talking to your first.

Thanks.

When you need a favor,
name it.

I'll remember that.

Cisto. Danny.

Joe Radek had the right dope
in that telegram.

- Phil Boulder is in town.
- How do you know?

How do I know?
He was just here.

That nosy reporter
kept him from burning me down.

Here, Cisto.
You better try and find him.

Okay, Foy.

Boulder's a jailbreaker.
Police may pick him up.

And he'd figure the only way
to get even would be to talk.

That would fix us great.

Yeah, for about 25 years apiece.

- Maybe we ought to blow?
- Not a chance.

I've got this deal
right where I want it.

I've cut prices until
every liquor dealer in town

is yelling murder.

Well the stuff
didn't cost as much.

No. And the stamps
didn't cost us anything.

We made 'em.

We took a chance
as long as a bridge.

Now the Sunray Company
wants to buy us out

and take over the whole
warehouse full of liquor.

They're ready to write out
a check.

Nobody's gonna block
this deal, not anybody.

Too bad Boulder made a break.

He doesn't worry me.

Do you think the cops
are getting ideas?

Cops never did bother me.

It's that reporter you said
was dumb.

- Well, I heard he was.
- And I hope you're right,

because he took Phil's gun.

Said he wanted to keep it
as a souvenir.

Maybe that's all he wants
with it.

And maybe it isn't.

Lieutenant Flannagan?

Yeah, come in.

I'm Jimmy Jones of the Post.

- What's on your mind?
- Lieutenant,

I've got clues on something
I think is worth cracking.

Well, why'd you come to me?

Well, my boss once said
you were the luckiest detective

in this town, also the dumbest.

But that I was even dumber.

So, between us
maybe we're thickheaded enough

to put this over.

All right, son, shoot.

There are two sets
of fingerprints on this gun,

mine, and the others
belong to a man

who tried to commit a murder.

I saw it happen but didn't get
a look at his face.

Who did he try to kill?

This stays under the hat?

- Sure.
- Foy Harris.

I figured the case
was bigger than the story

of an attempted shooting.

- Anything else?
- Yes.

Harris got a wire
that worried him.

He tore it up and threw it away.

I pieced it together
but it's in code.

I haven't broken it down yet
but when I do

I'll let you know what's in it.

Well, If this bird's prints
are registered anywhere

in the United States,
we'll peg him.

Then I'll let you know
who he is.

Fine.
Can I work along with you?

- You bet.
- Thanks.

And have Milligan
take your prints on the way out

so we can tell
which ones are his.

And Jimmy, keep on being dumb.

I'm supposed to be stupid,
but I'm still

the youngest lieutenant
on this force.

I'll do that.

This is certainly
one tough code.

It isn't the Bacon alphabet
and it isn't the Null type.

I've tried every known system
to solve it

and it just won't break down.

Well, maybe it ain't in English.

No, of course it's in English.

Not as good as Phil
used to make for you.

No, but we're doing all right
with them.

Foy, why don't you
get out now?

You could cash in for a roll.

Why, that stuff's
just plain dynamite.

It's counterfeit.

Don't start that again.

I want another year
before I sell out.

Burn those bad ones.

I'll get it.

Hello.
Branford Apartments.

Miss Collins? I call.

Sue, come here.

- What is it?
- It's Phil Boulder.

I recognized his voice.

I'm not here.
You talk to him.

- He's in jail.
- Not now. Here, take it.

This is Miss Collins.
Who's calling?

This is Phil Boulder, Sue.
I got to see you tonight.

10:00 tonight,
Glendale station.

All right, Phil.

The platform
of the Glendale station.

10:00 tonight.

Don't let anybody know
you're coming.

Not even Foy.

I don't wanna meet him.

You aren't going to.
I am.

But, Foy, you shouldn't. He's...

Sore, I know.

He thinks he's been gypped.

I can straighten him out.

Anyway, I do owe him
a little something.

- Don't take a chance, Foy.
- I've got to.

But I don't want you
here alone, though.

He might cross us
and come to this place.

Who could you drop in on
for the evening?

Casey. We've got tomorrow's game
to talk about.

Do that.

All right, I'll change.

- Be careful.
-Don't worry about me.

I'll meet you at the store
about ll:00.

All right.

How are you, Casey?

Well, how did you find out
where I live?

Oh, newspapermen
know everything.

Some of them think they do.

Well, aren't you
gonna invite me in?

No. My apartment wasn't designed
to entertain company.

Then we'll go out.
Like chop suey?

- Hate it.
- All right. Spaghetti, then?

I have a game tomorrow.

That's what I came
to talk about.

What about it?

I have here the Amazons' lineup.

I watched those girls play
all last season.

I know what they can hit
and what they can't hit.

I thought that information
might be useful.

Well, all right.

Come on, get your hat on.
I'll have you back in an hour.

I won't be a minute.

Hello, Sue.

Oh, I didn't know
you were going out.

I just dropped by
to talk over tomorrow's game.

That's just what we're going
to do.

- Why don't you come along?
- Oh, I don't wanna butt in.

Then you and I will stay here.
Good night, Jimmy.

Did you hear that?
Now will you go?

All right.

Baby Ruth, center field,

- batted 508 last year.
- Wow.

- I've heard about her.
- I don't doubt it.

She's the best girl batter
I ever saw.

But she has one weakness,
a knee-high curve.

Keep it there, she'll knock
the cover off the ball.

That's swell of you, Jimmy.

It'll help a lot.

It looks terrible,
but it probably tastes good.

Your fortune?
Will read your palm

or you may draw a card
for 25 cents.

- Yes, I'd like one.
- We'll all take one.

- That's all right.
- Thank you.

"You seldom let your real
feeling show."

Maybe she likes me, then.

"Your talents
are not appreciated."

That's exactly
what I told my boss.

- Did he agree?
- Sure.

He said, "What talents?"
Read yours.

I don't like mine.

Well, let's have it
anyhow.

You are in grave danger.

Perhaps you can avoid it.

- Nice going, Casey.
- Thanks.

The kid's got a lot on the ball.

Any way you look at it.

Tore my mitt on the wire when
I went after that high foul.

I'll get you a new one.

- Foy.
- Yeah?

I couldn't find
my gray tweed coat

and my blue slacks this morning.

You mislaid them.

No. They were there last night.

Maybe the woman who cleans up
copped them.

She hadn't been in the place.

Foy, there's an article
in the paper today.

The way it read
I thought maybe--

Sometimes it's better
if you just don't think.

Out.

You're up, Sue.

Go out there
and get a safe one.

B-b-ball one.

Strike one.

You seem to have what it takes
to play this game.

- I've played a lot of it.
- I can see that.

Since you're going to be
the drawing card with this team

I wanna make it
worth your while.

There's a part-time cashier's
job open at the store.

You work from 10:00 to 1:00
and 6:00 to 11:00.

You start tomorrow.

Naturally it means more dough.

Oh, thanks.

I'm also going to appoint you
captain of the team

for publicity reasons.

But Sue's captain.

- I don't want to--
- Sue's quitting.

Her health's bad
and she won't admit it.

I want her to go away
on a trip,

so don't you worry about that.

- B-b-b-b-b--
- She swung at it like a gate,

- you dope.
- B-b-b-b-batter out.

You're out.

Come on, next ba-b-batter.

Never mind, kid.

I didn't have my eye
on the ball.

I was watching you and Foy.

He told me you were quitting.
Said your health's bad.

I'm awfully sorry.

Did he say that?

Yes, and that you ought
to take a trip.

Maybe I should.

B-b-b--uh,
strike one!

Out!

Come on, Sue, Murder's row
is up this inning.

Baby Ruth bats third.

You know, Danny, I think
you were right about Sue.

- Yes?
- Yeah.

She could give us
an awful headache.

S-s-s-strike two.

Save.

Sue's fumble beat Casey
out of her 10th strikeout.

Hey, Jimmy, don't you think
you ought to at least

call up the office?

Oh, the ball one.

Here's your chance
to break up the ball game, Baby.

Well, if she keeps throwing
them to me knee-high,

I'll do it.

All right...

What's wrong, Sue?

Just rattled, I guess.

Well, forget it.

We'll take care
of the next three.

All right, kid, bare down.

I'll hold anything you throw.

That's the stuff.

Two on base and Baby Ruth up.

There goes your ball game.

Don't worry about Baby Ruth.

I told them
how to pitch to her.

She's a sucker
for a knee-high curve.

One b-ball.

She can't be, I stopped her
halfway to third base.

She's out.

Never mind, kid.
We'll get those two back

when we come up.

Hmm, maybe you forgot
to tell Baby Ruth

she wasn't supposed to hit
a knee-high ball.

Oh, shut up.

This ball game isn't over yet.

Out.

We haven't lost
this ball game yet.

- What happened?
- Nothing much.

I got identification
on our friend from the boxcar.

Yeah? Who was it?

Phil Boulder
from the Middle West.

He was suspected
of counterfeiting

and burned his place down

to hide the evidence
when they raided it.

So, they sent him up for arson.

Was he hooked up with Harris?

Boys back there
think they were partners.

Well, then you can grab him.

On what charge?

Well, did you hear
from the coroner?

No. Did you get a line
on that wire yet?

Not yet.

Fine, no hurry.

You and I are both dumb,
so we work slow.

- B-b-b-b--
- Batter up

Batter up

Try whistling, Sluggy.

It'll come out easier.

- K-k-k-k-k--
- Keep quiet, I know.

Okay.
Louise

S-strike one.

Come on, Louise

Save.

Come on, Casey. Bring her in.

Come on, Casey.

Hey, you may not be interested,

but Casey's up
with Peanuts on first.

Watch Casey hit.
She's terrific.

Looks pretty good.

Can't say I blame you.

There goes your ball game,
four to three.

Hey, I wish you'd hurry up

and solve this case,
whatever it is.

- Why?
- Well, on account

of I think we'll both be fired

if you don't.

Thanks for the ball game, Casey.

Nice game, both of you.
How about dinner, Casey?

Sue, you're invited, too,
if you're free.

Thanks, but I have a date.

I'll meet you at the front gate.

I haven't said I'd go.

You haven't said you wouldn't.

Come on, step on it.

Hello.

Had your dinner?

No.

I wanna talk to you.

I hear I'm going on a trip.

Oh, Casey told you, eh?

I didn't get a chance
at the game.

Listen, kid,
I've trusted you

with my neck
for the last two years.

You're about the only person
I can trust.

Then why get rid of me?

I'm not getting rid of you.

There's something
I want picked up back home

that I don't dare
let anyone else carry.

I can't go myself,
so it's up to you.

I started that story
about your health

just to avoid suspicion.

I'm sorry, Foy.

Oh, that's all right.

I'll make arrangements for you

to leave in a couple of days.

I thought you were trying
to ditch me.

I couldn't stand that.

I'd do anything.

Skip it.

You go on back to the apartment.

I'll be along
in about a half an hour

and we'll go someplace.

I'm gonna keep a string
on that house and ask you again.

I can't prevent that.

Jimmy, Jimmy, what do you think?

I got it. I got it.

You got it? Got what?

Get your breath.
What hatched under you?

Harris' telegram.
It's all worked out.

It can't mean much,
but it reads.

"Partner out, careful,
coming your way,

will take care of girl
when she arrives.

- Signed, J.R."
- Who solved it?

Anna, the maid
who cleans up our room.

She can't even speak English.

She's Polish.

So was the telegram.

Say, get in here.
We got to find Flannagan.

If you don't mind,
I'll get out first.

I'm sorry, Casey,
I didn't think.

This is something hot.

Hmm, she's a little hot, too.

Hello, Jimmy.

It's all right.
This is Bill O'Malley.

You can talk in front of him.
What'd the telegram say?

Well, uh,
it wasn't in code after all.

It was in Polish.

Look at that.

Doesn't mean an awful lot yet.

Well, it says
"Partner coming your way."

That hooks them up.
Can't you grab Harris now?

That'd only tip him off
that we're getting close

and give him a chance
to cover up.

Well, do you have to see
a man murdered

before you can make an arrest?

No, but you got to make
the charges stick

after you take him.
We've got a lot of pieces, son,

but the edges don't quite fit.

Now, if you wanna locate
something important,

find that woman
with the gray tweed coat.

I'll get a report
from the coroner in the morning

and telephone you at the paper.

Assignments. All passed.

Don't sit down, Jimmy,
till you talk to Brophy.

I warned you.

He'll be all right
when I tell him

about the story we're getting.

- Come on.
- Uh-uh. I'm gonna sit right here

and I'm gonna keep my hat on.

You're gonna lose one of your
sports reporters, Mr. Dugan.

I knew that yesterday
and you're not kidding.

Oh. Hello, Alice.

Good morning, Mr. Brophy.

Not for you, it isn't.

Of course,
it's nice of you to visit us

for a change.
Where have you been?

I'm on a story that's so big,
I don't dare let go.

It's about a murder
or something.

- Yes, it is.
- You were supposed to be

a sports reporter.
I've had the society editor

covering fights,
the house and garden man

in a hockey match,
while you've been peeking

through keyholes
looking for a murder.

Yeah? Who?

Yeah. It's for you,

the coroner's office.

Hello?

Yes, this is Jimmy Jones.

I've got the report.

Yeah, murdered.

Poisoned.
And by a drug that's very rare.

Our chemist had a lot of trouble
locating it.

That means you can move now.

Not yet, and I don't want
even this much

of a story to break
until I say the word.

All right. I'll see
that it doesn't break.

What doesn't break?

Just as I told you.
A murder.

Who? When? Where?
Let me have it.

I'll write it myself.

Can't give it out yet.

You're drawing a salary here.

Whatever you find out
belongs to this paper.

I'll decide
whether to hold it back or not.

Not this time.

Get your check.

With pleasure.

Jones, when you crack the story,
phone it in.

If it's good,
I'll give you a bonus.

Don't let another paper
beat us to the street.

They won't.

I think you'll find,
Mr. Raymond,

Sunray Drug Company
has a bargain.

We're satisfied. And we feel

that we're giving you
a fair price

for your holdings here.

Then everybody's happy.

I hope so.

Since you're not taking
possession until next week,

I'd prefer not to make
a public announcement

of the sale before Monday.

That's perfectly agreeable
with me,

if it meets with the approval
of our council here.

That's quite all right.

- Thank you.
- Thank you, sir.

Goodbye.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Where's Foy?

In his office, I guess.

Wait for me
and we'll eat together.

All right.

Hello?

I have a check here for $90,000

drawn on your bank
by the Sunray Drug Company.

Yes, I'll be over
in a few minutes.

I'd like to have
that money in cash.

Yes, I know it's quite a lot,
but the check's certified.

Well, thank you.

I'll appreciate that very much.

Oh, hello.

Well, it's all arranged.

You leave Sunday.

I'd rather wait
till about Wednesday.

It's got to be Sunday.

It'll only take you
a couple of weeks.

I don't think I'm going at all.

Why not?

Because I've got a job here

playing ball.

Don't talk like a sap.

This is for a new outfit,

the Sunray Drug Company.

Who told you that?

- The check's right on your desk.
- Well?

I'm not going, Foy.
I'm staying right here.

I'll tell you, we'll both go
Tuesday or Wednesday.

Let it ride that way, Foy,
but I wouldn't advise you

to leave town suddenly, alone.

Come on, we're going to lunch.

- Well--
- And not here.

Our talk has to be private.

Listen, I got you over here
for a good solid talk about Foy.

I'm not interested in him.

I know that,
but he's interested in you.

I've scarcely
even talked to him.

This is just a friendly warning.

I like you and I know him.

Casey, he's not much good.

Are you in love with him?

I was.

Maybe I still am,

but when I found out
he was shipping me off

to Kansas City
so he could sell out here

and get away alone,
I could have killed him.

I wonder if that isn't
what the wire meant.

What wire?

A wire I heard about.

What did it say?

Something about being careful

that his partner
was headed this way.

Was that all?

No.

The last line was,
"Will take care of girl

when she arrives."

And the signature I think was...

J.R.

That would be Joe Radek.

And he would only have
one reason for meeting me.

Sue, tell me
what this is all about.

Oh, you wouldn't wanna know,

but tonight I'm...

I'm getting acquainted
with the police.

Eat your lunch.

Sue wants you to drive her
to the police station

just as soon as the game's over.

- What's it all about?
- I don't know.

That's all she told me.
Wait at the gate.

She's not even going to change.
The game's starting.

- I'll see you later.
- Hey, Pete, find Flannagan

and get him out here right away.

Flannagan.

Hey, hey,
cu-cu-cu-cu--cut it out.

Strike one.

S-s-strike two.

B-b-b-b-b-b-b--

Are you blind?
That one hit the middle.

B-batter out.

Out.

That's the old speed, Casey!

They can't even see 'em.

Did you send for me, Foy?

Yes. Take this over to the field

and give it to Danny right away.

All right.

Come on, Casey.

S-strike one.

Save.

- She's hurt.
- She's hurt.

Are you all right?

Sure.

Geez.
What's going on now?

She's getting up.

It just knocked the wind
out of me, that's all.

She's no midget.

You want somebody
to run for you?

Oh, come on, Casey,
hit it right out of the park.

All right?

What's up?
Your boyfriend pulled Bill

and me away
from a good horseshoe game.

Harris' girlfriend
wants to talk to the police

right after the game.
That's all I know,

- but it sounds promising.
- Right.

Now maybe we'll get somewhere.

S-save.

Don't she never hit nothing
but home runs?

She does all right.

Nice hit, kiddo.
Only next time don't slide.

Pitchers have to be careful.

I know how to slide.

Foy sent over a new glove.

It's about time.
This old one's falling apart.

Strike two.

Out.

Keep right on burning them in.

Maybe you can break
the strikeout record.

The one catching
is the Collins girl, isn't she?

That's right.

She doesn't seem to be
worrying about anything.

All right. B-b-b-b-batter up.

Down the alley, Casey.

She couldn't hit it
with a broom.

Hey, hey, hey, cu-cu--stop.

One b-ball.

B-b-ball two.

S-strike one.

Strike two.

Uh, honey,
right in the groove.

That's laying them in.

Now for the big ones.

B-b-b-ball three.

Come on, Bill.

Just a minute.
Stand back, girls.

Call a doctor.

I-if there's a doctor
in the audience,

will you please
come on the field?

Call Capt. Curtis
and the coroner.

Well, can't you do something?

Let's get her out of here
at least.

Not yet.

I'm a physician.

I'll take charge of those.
I'm the team manager.

Lt. Flannagan,
L.A. Detective Bureau.

I'll have to hold her equipment

until we find out
how bad this is.

Do you think
it's something serious?

Yes, it's very serious.

She's dead.

Dead?

Bill, move the body over
to the clubhouse

and stay there with it
till the coroner comes.

Can I be of any help?

Thanks.

I want you girls
to stand by for a while.

Wait outside of the clubhouse.

I've got to phone this in.

How much can I spill?

Tell them everything you saw.

Nothing that you think.

I'd say it was heart
failure due to overexertion.

I think the autopsy
will verify that.

I was afraid of her health,
but she wouldn't quit playing.

- I know exactly how you feel.
- Is an autopsy necessary?

- I'm afraid so.
- I'd like to send her

back to Missouri as soon
as possible. That's her home.

Well, we can clear things up
rapidly for you, I think.

Thank you.

Dave, are you sure
this couldn't be something else?

Could be a lot of things.

Now, the girl had a weak heart.

But she persisted
in violent exercise.

You can't make a mystery
out of this, Flannagan.

Come on, boys.

- Dave.
- Yes?

Make a test for the same poison

you found in the boxcar case.

Certainly, Ed, if you say so.

But I don't see
how it could be administered

in the middle
of a baseball game

before thousands
of witnesses.

Figuring that out's my job.

I'll let you know tonight.

I'll be right
in your office waiting.

Bill, take that stuff down
to the coroner's office

and stick right with it
until I get there.

You've gotta pick up Harris now.

We haven't got a thing on him,

unless we can prove that
that girl was killed

and how it was done.

Come on.

Hey, you want us anymore?

Oh, no. You kids
can all go home now.

All right.
Come on, kids.

Have you told anyone else
about Sue

- wanting to talk to the police?
- No.

Well, don't.
I'll phone you at the store.

- Jimmy, what's happening?
- Can't explain now. Later.

You're right.
Same poison.

- It's murder.
- I knew it.

How?

It's here.

- Where?
- In the glove.

- A pin or something.
- Let me see.

Come in here, quick.

Take off your coat.

Roll up your sleeve.

There, that'll fix it.

He'll be all right.

Didn't get much
and had the antidote

within 30 seconds.

- You're pretty lucky, son.
- I'll say he is.

Look at this.
In the glove.

A ball hitting against it
did the work.

We can pick up Harris now.

You bet, if we can find him.

I'll phone the store.
Casey may know.

Hello.

Oh, hello, Jimmy.

Listen, is Harris there?

No, he went out
just a couple of minutes ago.

He said
he was just gonna drive around.

He's gone out,
didn't say where.

We'll hit the apartment.

Listen, Casey, you stay
right where you are.

We've got to find Harris.
If you hear where he is,

phone into Flannagan's Office.

What? Well, I'll pick you up
as soon as I can.

No, no, don't do that.

This is dangerous,
Sue was murdered.

- Let's go.
- Dave,

call my office and tell O'Malley
to cover that store.

- Sure.
- Thanks.

Mae?

Yes.

Take cash for me
for a few minutes.

- I'll be right back.
- Sure.

Did you get those gloves
switched?

Didn't have a chance.
There's been a cop

sitting on that stuff every
minute. And that isn't all.

That reporter and a dick
have been parked

in the coroner's office
for the last two hours.

Foy, things may get hot.
We'd better blow.

- I think you're right.
- How about our cut?

It's waiting for you
in the office. Come on.

Keep it kind of quiet, fellows.

I was afraid
of something like this,

so I passed the word
in the store

that I was leaving
for the night.

We'll get your dough.

Well, it was a swell racket
while it lasted

and we didn't do so bad.

- We ain't out of it yet.
- Sure we are.

The equipment's all
at the bottom of the harbor,

there isn't a stamp left
except on bottles.

And the only people
who could talk,

well, they had weak hearts.

Is that fair?

- Sure.
- Yeah, that's swell.

Everybody pick
their own hideout.

We meet in six months.

You know where.

- Good luck.
- So long, kid.

- Good luck, Danny.
- So long, boy.

Hey you.

What do you want us for?

They'll tell you down town.

- Where's Harris?
- Harris?

Why, he left half an hour ago.

All right. Get in.

Come out of there and quick.

Doing a little first class
snooping, eh?

- I didn't mean to. I--
- When people see

and hear too much,
things happen to them.

You wouldn't.

Sure I would.

If you don't think so,
just start to yell.

That the easiest way
to solve this.

There's cops outside.

They'd stop a man
and they might stop one girl,

but they won't so two,
particularly if one of them

- was you.
- What do you mean?

You walk along with me naturally
and when I get

where I'm going,
you can yell your head off.

- All right.
- And lady,

if you pull anything,
I'll give it to you first,

if it's the last thing
I ever do.

Put on that raincoat.

Nobody you want
came out this way.

Bill's covering the back.

I'll see
if Casey knows anything.

I'll be with Bill.
You stay here.

All right.

Carry that bag.

Remember, if we're picked up,

they may think
you're working with me.

Go ahead.

I don't know. I thought she went
to the dressing room,

but she isn't there.

She's been gone quite awhile.

Watch your step and come on.

Steady.

So far okay.

We'll pick up a taxi
around the corner.

- Got two of 'em.
- Harris?

No. One of these guys says
he's gone.

- Anything on him?
- Ten grand.

Bill picked up Mashio and Cisto.

- No sign of Harris.
- Casey's disappeared.

The office is locked.
I think we'd better break in.

Anybody else pass this way
that might have

- come out of that office?
- Well, two girls

just now. I thought
they were cutting

through the park.
You said the only--

I know, I know.
But what'd they look like?

One of them
had on a gray coat and--

- Which way'd they go?
- Up the street.

Come on.

Head them off.
I'll come in

from the other side.

- Just a minute, girls.
- All right, copper,

hold it right there.
Unless you're bulletproof,

let's see that gun of yours
on the ground.

On the ground, I said.
I'm not counting up to three.

I don't know that many numbers.

Get back out wheel.

We've been looking for a taxi

and this buggy'll do just fine.

You ride with him.

I've always wanted
to be a backseat driver.

- Take care of this guy.
- Oh, that'd be fun.

- Are you all right?
- I am now.

How about a ride out
to North Hollywood tomorrow?

Well, it won't hurt to look.

You haven't got anything on me.

Oh, no.

Just two murders.

Good morning.

I'll be in town all day
covering that murder trial.

If you want anything,
phone me there.

Say it's too bad
I'm not a railroad man.

- Why?
- Then he could put on

your full name.
Mrs. Casey Jones.

Don't you ever miss?

Not a target that big.

Bye, darling.