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Universal presents "Gang Busters."

Calling the police. Calling the G-Men.

Calling all Americans to
war on the underworld.

"Gang Busters," with the cooperation

of law enforcement officers
of the United States,

presents a picture of the endless war

of the police on the underworld,

illustrating the clever operation

of law enforcement officers in the work

of protecting our citizens.

The all-American crusade against crime.

Call for an ambulance,
Tim. They just shot McLeod.

Car 39 calling headquarters.

Car Three Nine calling headquarters.

Bannister calling. Send riot
squad to Fourth and Centre.

Department store hold-up. That is all.

Call a squad car,
Tim. I'll hold 'em off.

I tell you, as mayor of the
city, I'm getting panicky.

I get a hundred messages a day
from people demanding that...

How can you sit there
so calm and unconcerned

in the face of the reign
of terror around us?

Can't you do something about it?

Do you think I'd accomplish
more by waving my arms

and yelling the way you're doing?

I suppose not, but I'll
say this, that I'm getting

pretty tired of your
continual excuses for failure.

I expected results from this department,

and I'm not getting them.

You're not suggesting, by any chance,

that my resignation might
be in order, are you?

You know better than that, Martin.

But I do wish you'd pull
Bannister off the investigation.

Why?

Well, it doesn't look good,

his having a brother that was
convicted of a gang murder.

We've submitted proof
that the boy was framed.

The governor's turning him loose.

He'll be back tomorrow.

I know, but it still looks
bad. People are talking.

Let them talk.

Bill Bannister is better
qualified than any man we've got.

Yeah?

Bannister is here to see you.

Send him in.

Good morning, Mayor Hansen.

Morning.

You sent for me, Chief?

Mayor Hansen is not satisfied

with our progress
against the crime wave.

Neither are we.

Then why don't you
do something about it?

Because we're up against a
gang we can't even figure out.

You see, there's no relation

between the crimes they commit.

First, they rob a bank,
obviously for the loot.

Then they blow up an office
building or kill some poor,

harmless citizen without
even taking his watch.

They act like madmen.

That's simple.

Probably the work of two
or three different gangs.

Well, that's the
conclusion we've reached.

But since then we find that--

Yeah?

Miss Logan and Mr. Haskins

of the Journal to see you, sir.

Tell them to go away. They bother me.

What is it?

This is Vicki Logan speaking.

I'm busy. Besides, I
don't like reporters.

Oh, you'll like us

because we have a hot
lead on your crime wave.

Well, what are you
keeping it out there for?

Why don't you bring it in here?

Ah, men at work.

Morning, all. Morning Mr. Bill.

What do you hear from the mob?

That supposed to be funny?

What about that clue? Or was
that a stall to get in here?

No, I think we've got something.

It was left at the ad desk.

What is it?

Copy for a want ad and a $20 bill

to pay for running it in
the afternoon editions.

The boss didn't want to
run it without your okay.

We may want to check fingerprints.

Attention all citizens, if
you want to know the truth

about the crime wave in this city,

tune in your short-wave sets
to the police wavelength

tonight at 9:00.

Well, what does it mean?

Could be some practical joker
with an amateur sending set.

As a rule, practical
jokers don't toss $20 bills

around like that.

Sounds like some harmless crank to me,

but we'll check it for
prints just the same.

I'm afraid it's been handled too much,

but we'll try the other side.

Oh, now we've got something.

You didn't really expect me

to leave my fingerprints on this,
did you?

Signed, Professor Mortis.

That's not the work of
a crank. They're too dumb.

Professor Mortis. Any
of you ever hear of him?

Probably an assumed name.

Mortis.
That's Latin for death, isn't it?

Professor death. Pleasant thought.

Tell your editor to run the ad.

What's the idea of running the ad?

Be at my office at 9:00
tonight. We'll show you.

What's this all about?

Each marker represents a police car

in various parts of the city.

Each car determines the
direction of the radio beam

from its post and phones it into us.

We trace out the lines on
our map to where they meet,

and that's the location
of the sending station.

Take it up a couple, Pete.

Right.

That's good.

Now when the broadcast starts,

I'll swing the car around slowly.

You stop me at the point where
you can hear it the clearest.

Well, it's after 9:00,
and nothing's happened.

You can waste your evenings
here if you want to,

but I'm going out.

Fellow citizens, you are
listening to the voice of death.

A pleasant thought, is it not?

I believe you are alarmed at the spread

of a reign of terror in your city.

I am the cause of that.

I and the League of Murdered Men,

dead men returned from our graves

to take revenge on
those who sent us there.

You can stop us. Oh yes.

But only by getting rid of
the authors of our wrongs,

your present city government, the mayor,

judges, police department, everyone.

Until they are thrown from office,

no man's life will be safe in this city.

Good night and pleasant dreams.

Let's see that compass.
South, 14 degrees west.

Car 27? Right.

I got ya.

Course south, 14 degrees west.

Nolan talking.

For this car, the course of the beam

is north, four degrees east.

Right. Car 64, two
degrees south of east.

Nolan talking. Car 39 north,
four degrees east, right.

400 block, Front Street.

Officer, that's where
that message came from.

Scatter a squad around that block

and search every
room and basement in it.

Tim and I will go on ahead.

Well, what are you
waiting for? An invitation?

It's the next block,
Tim. Better slow down.

How about turn down this side street?

Good idea.

Isn't that a prowl car ahead?

Yeah, with the lights turned out.

Pull up, Tim. We'll have a look.

What are you doing here, Martin?

Hey, wake up.

Is he dead?

No, but he seems to
be pretty badly hurt.

Craig was knocked out too.

This note was pinned to his coat.

Thanks for the use of your
radio, Professor Mortis.

Hey, I don't get this.

It means he used one of our
cars to broadcast his warning.

Tim, you better get these
men to an emergency hospital

- as soon as you can.
- Right.

Say, Bill, I wonder
if this is the same gang

your brother was mixed up with.

- No.
- Well, how do you know?

He was convicted of a
gang killing, wasn't he?

He was framed, and I've run
down the hoodlums who did it.

The governor is turning the kid loose.

Gee, I'm glad. When's he coming back?

Tomorrow morning under police escort.

He's got some inside
dope on this crime wave,

something he picked up
when he was on death row.

Oh boy, what a story.

Listen, if you print a word
of that before I tell you to,

I'll have you pinched
for obstructing justice.

Oh, well yeah.

But, Bill, we got to have
something to work on.

If this story gets out
before we nab that gang,

my brother's life won't be worth a dime.

Okay, but we get first
crack at it when it breaks.

It's a deal.

Extra, extra! Professor
Death broadcasts a warning!

Extra, extra! Professor
Death broadcasts a warning!

Extra, extra, read all about it! Extra!

There's no answer, Mr. Grubb.
And thank you.

Yes, sir.

Your broadcast
certainly got rave notices

from the critics last night.

Why not? It was perfectly
planned and perfectly executed.

Bannister's brother is
returning to the city

tomorrow morning under police escort.

What?

He has an appointment with his brother

at police headquarters.

Well, that means he'll tell
everything he's found out.

That's what the police think also.

He should arrive there about 8:30.

Yes, just about 8:30.

About time he's getting here,
isn't it?

Yes, it's past 8:30.

Maybe this is the car now.

Welcome back, Mr. Bannister.

How about a statement for the press?

Sorry, I can't say a word
till I've seen my brother.

Oh, come on now, you
got to give us some sort

- of a statement here after all.
- I'm sorry.

- Yes?
- Mr. Bannister is here

to see Mr. O'Brien.

Send him in.

Hello, Bill.

Hiya, fella.

Hi, Chief.

Glad to see you, son.

Thanks.

I'll leave you two
alone to talk things over.

Thanks, Chief.

Come on, sit down and
tell me all about yourself.

Kind of a dirty trick,

but you better take down
what he says in there.

Yes, sir.

I better tell you what I found out

about this League of Murdered Men.

You mean even the
convicts call the gang

by that cheap, theatrical name?

It may sound theatrical,
Bill, but it's on the level.

What do you mean on the level?

Practically every
man in the mob is dead.

Oh, now wait a minute. Maybe
I didn't get you out in time.

You must be stir crazy.

I'm giving you the facts,
Bill. One of 'em came to see me.

Did you get his name?

Yeah, it was Carlson, George Carlson.

George Carlson.

Oh, it's probably phony.

Yeah, probably, but
we'll check on it anyway.

What else?

He offered to get me out of
prison if I joined the mob.

How did he expect to spring you?

He gave me a little piece of paper

with what he called a
run-out powder in it.

Run-out powder?

Now don't tell me you
fell for a gag like that.

Oh it would've worked all
right, but I couldn't go for it.

So he gave me a number I
can have my lawyer call

if I change my mind.

You remember the number?

Yeah, he wrote it on the powder paper.

It was Waverly four--

The window.

We can't do anything afoot. Come on.

Hey, wait for me!

Swing around the corner.

I think that coupe in
the back is following us.

When I pull up alongside,
shoot a picture of that mug.

Okay, if the mug doesn't
take a shot at us first.

It's trailing us, all right.

Cops?

No, I think it's a press car.

Put up that rod.
I'll take care of 'em.

You all right?

I wonder what happened in here.

Anybody get hurt?

Did you get the picture?

I think so.

Well, let's get down to the
police lab and develop it.

Hey, the guy in that car
snapped a picture of me.

Are you sure?

I was looking right at him.

Then you'll need a real hideout,

and I better take your
right to Professor Mortis.

Yeah? Swell.

It's about time I met that
guy after all I done for him.

I think you're right.

Sorry, Bill.

Sort of look after things
for me, will you, Chief?

Sure, Bill.

Tim, take this down to the lab.

There's a bare chance they
may be able to identify

the gun that fired it from
the markings on the bullets.

Sure.

I'm going down to Emergency.

See if the fella the chief
shot can talk talk yet.

Don't worry, Bill. They
won't get away with this.

Looks like I'm too late.

He never regained consciousness.

Anybody recognize him?

Well, not much chance.

He'd had his face changed
with plastic surgery.

How about fingerprints?

Blair has got them up in
the lab checking them now.

Thanks.

Any luck?

Not yet.

No, not so far.

Hm, here it is.

Who is it?

Jake Jordan.

Couldn't be Jordan. He's
been dead over six months.

You must be mistaken.
These prints are identical.

And fingerprints don't lie.

Randall's right. They're identical.

All right, they're
identical, but Jake Jordan

still committed suicide in
jail over six months ago.

You don't suppose there is something

to that League of Murdered--

Oh, how could there be anything to it?

Well, how could Jordan
be dead six months ago

and running around town this
morning, shooting people?

We just heard the bad news
about your brother coming up.

Yeah, sure is tough.

I'd rather not talk
about it if you don't mind.

I know, but we have
something here that might help,

three pictures of the getaway,
and one of them is a closeup.

Lend us your dark
room, and we'll prove it.

Sure, go right ahead.

Hey, what is this?

I thought I was going to
the professor's hideout.

You are.

We just have time to make
it before the next train.

And look out for that third rail.

Hey, I don't like this.

Come on, get down there
quick. There's a train coming.

This is sure some hideout.
Where's the Professor?

This way.

Mr. Mortis, this is Mike Taboni.

Glad to meet you, Professor.

I wish I might say the same,
Mr. Taboni.

I thought I made it
clear that only members

of the League of Murdered
Men were to be brought here.

It's time Taboni joined.

So you don't mean he failed
in the work assigned him?

Me? I never miss.

He was photographed getting away,

and the police have the photographs.

Well, in that case,
of course you must die.

Are you kidding?

I understood you wanted
to join us permanently.

Well sure I want to join, but
I ain't dying to do it, see?

Oh come now, dying is not so hard.

We've all done it, Mr.
Halliger, Mr. Wilkerson, myself.

We're suicides, all of us.

Suicides?

Yes.

Well, I guess it's all
right if you like it.

But as for me,
I don't want no part of it.

So I'll be seeing you.

Wait.

I forgot to tell you
that after you're dead,

we bring you back to life.

Yeah? Well, listen,
I ain't no professor.

But I know a few answers too.

And one of them is when
you're dead, you stay dead.

Well, it's up to you,
Mr. Taboni, whether you die

and are brought back to life
or whether you just die.

Hey, wait a minute.
You can't do this to me.

What's the idea anyhow?

To save you from the police.

They're bound to get
you sooner or later.

But if they find you dead,
they'll quit looking for you.

If I'm dead, what do
I care who finds me?

All right, take him to the next room

- if that's how he wants it.
- Oh, nix, fellas.

Professor, are you sure you
can bring me back, Professor?

Well, up to now, I've never failed.

Up to now.

Well, all right.
If I gotta, I just gotta.

But I know I ain't gonna like it.

Keep this until you need it.

Take him to his rooms and
collect his belongings.

Leave no trace of him.

Wilkerson, you go to
the airport and tell Max

to be ready to take a
passenger at a new gate.

It will be safer for us
if the police find you

in some other city.

Anything you say, but I still
say I ain't gonna like it.

Take a look at these wet prints.

Don't say anything. I
feel bad enough as it is.

Forget it.

Wait a second, I think
I've got something.

Whose gun is it?

Taboni. Now we're getting somewhere.

Get his mug for me out of the gallery.

Taboni, alias Carlson.

By the way, I found
this in back of the watch.

Mean anything to you?

What is it?

It must be that run-out
powder Bud told me about.

Waverly 43752,
the number he was to call.

Hello,
get me the address of Waverly 43752

814 Iago Street? Thanks.

Have you a roomer here
by the name of Carlson?

No, never been one here by that name

as far as I can remember.

Did you ever see this man around here?

Oh, sure, he's been
here three or four months.

Which is his room?

He just checked out
not five minutes ago.

He's leaving town.

Did he say where he was going?

No, but the man with him said
something about an airport.

- An airport?
- Mhm.

Did he say which one?

Is there one called Maxis?

There sure is.
It's on the Harbor Road.

Well, thank you.

You're welcome.

There's the airport right ahead.

Yeah.

And there's a prowl car
right behind, coming fast.

Tell Halliger to report
back to headquarters

when he gets here.

I'm gonna beat it.

Put up your gun. I'll stop them.

Just be ready to jump
and get in that plane.

Get goin'.

Take off. I'll take care of this one.

See "The Death Plunge,"

chapter two of "Gang Busters"
at this theater next week.