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The Falcon - The Case of the Sweet Swindle

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Duration:: 32m
Broadcast on:: 23 Jun 2024
Audio Format:: mp3

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Okay, wait a second. It's good to see you, baby. How are you? A lot, you care. Aw, you're not sorry about my stand-up last night. Oh, of course not. Aw, come on, Irene. I got great news. Don't tell me you got a job, Joe. I couldn't stand that. Yeah. Well, take a look at this. Where'd you get that money? Never you mind. This is just a damn payment. There's plenty more where this came from. Joe, what have you done? Nothing I can grab before. You sure? I'm positive. You mean of a guy named Walla Blake? No. How about Larry Nichols? - Nichols, a bookie? - That's the boy. This guy Blake is bankroll on him. Well, wait a minute. To me, I remember reading something about him. Isn't Blake the guy whose wife ran off and took his daughter with her about 15 years ago? I'd slog in that, Irene, almost 20. The cops never did sign him, did they? No, all the cops didn't, but someone else was lucky in. What are you getting at? I know where Blake's daughter is, Irene. - What? - Uh-huh. And there's a 50 grand reward still out for him. Well, where is he? Not very far from here. In fact, I'm looking at it right now. Are you out of your mind? What's the matter? Doesn't being Walla Blake's daughter appealy? No. Like it no in a minute, I'm not the right girl. I doubt it. The kid was only seven years old when her mother dragged her off and kids changed a lot in 20 years. Incidentally, I forgot to mention her name was Irene Tu. How's that for a coincidence for you, huh? It stinks. Yeah, you can't be serious about this. Can't I? No, you'll never get away with it. What have I told you that someone very close to Blake is furnishing me with all the necessary information about the kid? Who? That's none of your business, but this party is in a position to get everything we need. By the time you and Daddy Blake meet, you'll know all the answers. - I'm not gonna do it. - Oh, yes you will. Oh, no, I won't. Every time I've listened to you, I've wound up beyond the April. - This is different. - You said that before. Oh, let's get this straight, Irene. I've gotten a part with Blake tomorrow afternoon at three. By that time, I expect you to know everything there is about his daughter. I here's a list of stuff I want you to memorize. Hey, what do you got? Get a tear in it. I'm not gonna do it, Joe. - Pick up those scraps. - No. - I said pick them up. - Oh! Oh! Well, all right, now sit down and put them together. By the time I get through with you, you're gonna know those questions and answers so well, you'll be able to do a gas shot on the quiz, kids. - Hello? - I'd like to talk to Walter Blake, please. - This is Walter Blake speaking. - Hi, Walter. This is Mike Waring. Oh, oh, yes, Mike, how are you? Fine, say, I heard you were approached by a character named Joe Hart. He claims he can put you in touch with your daughter. So? My advice to you is to have nothing to do with him. This wouldn't be professional jealousy, would it, Mike? What are you talking about? Just because Joe Hart is a competitor of your... Well, of Blake, I called you as a friend. This boy Hart is a private detective, sure, but he's also a faker. He'll clean you out like a hoover vacuum. You're a fine one to talk? Just because you could never locate Irene. You don't want anyone else to succeed. You thought she was... she was dead. - I'll listen to me, Walter. - Sorry, I haven't the time, Mike. Larry Nichols and I are supposed to meet Hartier III. I'm not going to take a chance on you or delaying him. - Hey, will you look at it, Rain Blake? - You'll look at it, Nichols. You sure this fellow Joe Hartier said he'd be here at III? - That's right. - Well, that clock's almost a half hour slow. What are you supposed to keep him? Maybe it's his conscience. What do you mean, Nichols? I wouldn't kiss you, Blake. We've been partners too long. From the little you've told me, I wouldn't be surprised if this boy Hartier is a phony. - Mike, where are you? - I don't care what he claims. Hartier had a piece of the dress Irene was wearing when a mother took her away. Is that why you gave him a thousand bucks? Yes, you're supposed to be a tough mark. Look, Blake, I know how you feel about this, but didn't it occur to you Hartier could have gotten the description of the dress from the papers? No, we never released it. Well, I still think you've heard the last of him. Why don't you just forget the-- come in. - Hello, Uncle Water. - Oh, Hugh Jerry. What's the matter, my disease, Carrie? - Your uncle's a little disappointed, kid. - What did I do now? It's not you. It's that Joe Hartier character. - Hasn't he been here yet? - No. - What don't worry, uncle, it's pouring outside. He probably was detained. - Well, let's hope it's permanent. - Why? - I think your uncle's throwing his money away. I don't agree with you, Mr. Nichols. He's got no family but me. If there's the slightest possibility of this girl turning out to be, Irene, why shouldn't he gamble a few dollars? It's not just a few dollars and 50 grand. I still think they're good odds if you ask me. That must be Hartier. Come in. That's no, Mr. Blake. Sorry, I'm late. I couldn't get a cab. Well, the important thing is that you're here now. I don't believe you know these gentlemen. - No, I know it. - This is my partner, Larry Nichols. - A pleasure. - Hello. - And this is my nephew, Jerry. - Glad to know you, Mr. Hartier. - Smearch, home. - Well, now we can get down to business. Well, uh, if you don't mind, Mr. Blake, I'd rather be alone. - You're afraid of witnesses? - I'll cut it out. - You're a crook, Jerry. - You wanna be careful of those accusations, mister? All right, Nichols, that's enough. I'm old enough to look after myself. - Well, if that's the way you wanted, Blake. - That's the way I wanted. - You coming, Jerry? - Good luck to you, uncle. - Nice knowing you, Mr. Hartier. - Yeah, see you around some time. - Nice boy, nephew. - Yes. Jerry's all right, but you're interested in someone closer home. - That's right. - Well, I promised you more evidence that this girl was your daughter, Irene. - Well, uh, would you, uh, happen to know offhand what she was carrying that they she disappeared? - Yes, yes. There was a red school bag trimmed with, uh, black leather. - Anything else you'll remember about it? - For any truth, I'd be or embossed on the top. Let me open this package. - That's Irene's bag. - I was sure it was. - Ooh, where did you find it? - In Los Angeles. - Took a lot of work and dig it out of her. - Uh, where is she now? Aren't you forgetting something, Mr. Blake, huh? - Uh, whoa. - Well, you mean the reward money? - Uh, huh. - I've got it right here. - Here. - It's in $100 bills. - Just as you ask. - That's fine. - Well, where is she? - 2126 Chalmers Avenue. - 2126 Chalmers. - Yeah, she's living in a finest room under the name of Irene Kent. - Does she expect me? - Yeah, I told her he'd be around, uh, around five. - I can't thank you enough, honey. - Oh, I don't thank me, Mr. Blake. It was a pleasure to sign here. I'm sure you and your daughter will be very happy together. - Hello, Irene. - Yeah. - You're not? - Yes, I am. - I don't know what to say. - Why don't you start by inviting me in? - You'll have to excuse me. - I know. - Not every day you find a new father, but you'll get used to it. - Did I turn out the way you expected? - I don't know what I expected. You were only seven when your mother took you away. - Incidentally, where is she? - She died two years ago. - Well, why didn't you let me know? - Mother never mentioned you. We didn't even use your name. - Didn't you remember anything at all about me? - Very little, I'm afraid. I've made a million plans, Irene. Now, the first thing we've got to do is to get you out of it. - Where did you get that picture? - It's mother. - Carried up. - Oh, not dead. - I'm sorry, Irene. I had no right to ask that. Your mother did a terrible thing to me, but she was crazy about you. - Yes, she always worried about me. Remember how she wouldn't let me use the skates you bought? - Yeah. We had quite a fight over that. And it was the same story when you brought home the bicycle and the pony. She accused you of wanting to kill me. - You remember the pony? - Like it was yesterday. He was a brown shetland with a white star on his nose. - You remember the saddle I bought? - It wasn't a saddle. It was a car. - So it was. - Well, what's the matter about it? - I'm just trying to figure out something. - What? - How you learned about that pony and car? - Oh, I remembered it. - You couldn't very well, Irene. - Huh? You see, I ordered the pony for your eighth birthday, and it was delivered the day after my wife ran away. - Why? I don't understand. - Yes, you do. You're not my daughter. - You're making a mistake. - No, but a mistake I made was earlier today when I believed Joe Hardy. - You're not Irene. - Stay away from me. - You're not my little girl. - Where is she? - No! - Where is she? ♪♪ - You're wearing it. Can you use this place as an officer or something? - Please, please, Nicholas. My friend, Ed, is a very sensitive fellow. The name of this place is Ed's lunch in Ed. You see the big red sign? And it's for an office. That's fine for that, too, but... Right now, I want to eat. What do you say we order? - Well, I've already... - You go ahead. Oh, Jerry's not here yet anyway. Okay, when he gets here, we'll talk. - Hey, Ed. - Oh, hi, you're Mike. I'm glad you dropped by. - Well, what's good today, Ed? - Now, that's a fine thing to ask a cook. - Naturally, everything's good. - Oh, oh, most humble apology. - And better. - Yeah, well, what's especially good? - Well, I'll see. I got some real good shrimp, Mike. I could make a shrimp salad I know you'd go for. - You know I'd like it. - I sure do. Because I make it with miracle whip. And the salad dressing's a mighty important part of a salad, you know. - Oh, I sure. - Well, did you ever hear of a self-respecting salad? - Going out without dressing? - Oh, really, Mike? Salad dressing adds flavor. Like miracle whip here. It adds a real peppy flavor. - Mm-hmm, yeah. - But not too sharp, Mike. Most folks say miracle whip tastes just exactly right. Why do you know the craft salesman told me that miracle whip, outsells the next 20 leading brands of salad dressing combined? - Sure. - So it's really America's favorite salad dressing. Folks must like it a lot. My customers sure do. - Hey, smooth, huh? - Yes, sure is, Mike. Miracle whip is just as smooth as satin. - Hey. - Why don't I add in the... - Huh? I meant the cute little blonde that just went by. - Oh. - Well... (laughs) All right, I'll have that shrimp salad and make it with plenty of miracle whip. - We didn't. - Oh, it'll be a pleasure, Mike. - Yeah. - You sure you don't want anything? - No, no, no, thanks. - Okay. We'll say, here comes our boy now. - Hello, Jerry. - Ha-ha. Sit down. Hello, Larry. Nicos. Uh, has Nicos talked to you about what we want yet, Mike? I love it for you, Jerry. Well, now you're my uncle's friend, Mike. You've got to do something and do it fast before there's any more trouble. Well, maybe I'm sick, but I don't see what you two want done. Now, don't look at me, Larry. This is Jerry's baby. I'm washing my hands of the whole business. It isn't a proof of Blake giving Joe hearted at money, Nicos. No, I smelled a rat right from the beginning. I warned Blake this would happen. Where's your uncle now, Jerry? That's just the trouble, Mike. We don't know. We call Nicos about a half hour ago. What do you have to say? Nothing much. Only he got a lead to Joe hearted. And he made an appointment to meet him at his hotel later tonight. Well, I don't think there's much chance of heart of showing up after this. Well, that's where you're wrong. Hearty doesn't know what my uncle wants him for. We must have some idea, Jerry. No. According to Nicos, my uncle told hearty he was so pleased that the white things turned out, he wanted to give him a bonus. And you don't think audio fall for that? He probably learned what happened from that girl. That's what I told Blake, but he said the girl wouldn't talk. What's the preventer? I can think of several things, all of them unpleasant. What do you suggest, Mike? If my uncle finds hearty there, I'll kill him. Now, you're the only one who can reason with him. I didn't have much luck when I tried it earlier today. What's the name of the hearty's hotel? It's the Parkside. It's off Madison. What time was the appointment for him? One o'clock, I think. It's almost that no. By the time I find a care. Well, you can take my car. I thought yours was in the shop, Jerry. I got a new one this morning. Wait a minute. Here are the keys, Mike. It's parked right in front of the place. You can miss it. It's a convertible. Okay. Well, how do you like that? After the big build-up bed gave us about the salad, I have to rush off without touching it. Well, stick around, fellas. I'll be back as soon as I can. Uh-oh. All right, Mr. Pullover to the curb. That's an officer in a hurry. You can't stop me now. Oh, can't. Well, I guess you can. Get out. What for? I'll ask so many questions. All right. Where's your license? I got it right here in my... What's funny? You left it in your other suit. I must have. All right, give me the ticket. Let's get it over with. Just take it easy, but where's your ownership car? I don't have any. What happened to that? This car doesn't belong to me. Didn't your mother tell you it wasn't nice to steal? Oh, don't talk like a jerk. This is not hot. Isn't it? No, I bought it from a man named Jerry Blake. You should have told him in advance. What are you talking about? You'll find out. Look, officer, all this can be straightened out, but I haven't got time to do it now. I suppose you're bound on a mission of life and death. You're not kidding. No, only it's going to be your life, Mr. if you don't start following orders. Now, get in your car and follow me. All right, Baker, open them up. You're going to visit the wearing? Jerry? Hello, Mike. Look, will you tell us big stuff? I've got to blame me, Mr. I'm just a cop. I got a signal to pick up a hot car and I did. What hot car? Well, I showed you the records, didn't I? We got a call at 945. Jerry, do you report the car stolen? No. But who else put it? Oh, I don't know what to do. No, sir. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do with the car stolen. No. But then who else put it? Where's Larry Nichols? Nichols? Yes, he was with you when I left Ed's lunch in Ed. Well, he left right after you did. Is that so? Yeah, he said he had to get back to work. Well, maybe I can imagine what that work is. What do you mean? Come on, we're an hour late now. I'll draw you a diagram on the way over. [jazz music] Don't follow the superintendent say Joe Hardy was on? Eight, eight C. What's the matter with you, Jerry? You look baffled. I am, Mike. I can't believe there's any connection between Hardy and Larry Nichols. Well, it's got to be. Nichols was the only one who knew I borrowed your car. So he must have been the one who reported it stolen after he left Ed's place. But what was the point? It's a delay me in getting here in time to keep your uncle from laying hands on Hardy. Here's the elevator. Come on, get in. OK. It just doesn't make sense. If Hardy and Nichols were working together, all Nichols would have to do was phone him and warn him that my uncle was on his way over. Well, maybe he didn't want to warn him. I don't get it. Maybe Nichols wanted Joe Hardy to get himself killed. How do you figure that? Well, who would take the rap? Why my uncle, I guess. And your uncle and Nichols are business partners. And if Nichols has been playing fast and loose with partnership funds, he might want your uncle tucked away where he couldn't ask any embarrassing questions. You're crazy, Mike. I would soon say... Let's be down this way. Then you think we're going to find Joe Hardy's body. Don't you? I don't know what to think anymore. Hey, there you are. Hey, there we are. I borrowed the keys from the superintendent. The boy. The whole party won't object. I don't think he'll be in a position to him. The light switch ought to be somewhere around. Oh, I got it. Mike. Shut the door. You were right. No, I wasn't. I was wrong. What? Look again, Jerry. This isn't Joe Hardy. This is your uncle, Walter Blake. What do you want? Well, that all depends. You Irene Kent. Who wants to know? Well, I beg your pardon. My name is Mike Waring. That still means nothing in my young life. We'll have to remedy that in the future. If you have a future. What kind of a crack is that? I'm judging from those bruises on your neck, Irene. Someone must be off repeat, did you? What do you want, mister? Okay, where's Joe Hardy? Why? Walter Blake was murdered tonight. Blake, did you kill him? I can make out a very convincing case, so you better start talking, Irene. You know, an accessory to a murder. Well, I give you my word, Mr. Waring. I didn't have anything to do with that. It poses Blake's daughter. I didn't want to. Joe made me. Where's Hardy now? I have no idea. I haven't heard from him since early this morning. Do you know that Blake discovered you were a phoning? He did. He didn't get it from me. Why not? I didn't know where to reach him. He told Blake where Hardy could be found. I didn't expect Joe to be there. Who put your boyfriend up to this window? I don't know. Come on, Irene. Who supplied all the background material? Well, I don't know. Well, I've got an idea. And for your sake, I hope it turns out a little better than my last. Just a second. Sorry to disturb you at this hour, Nicholas. Oh, Mike, I come in. Sure, thanks. You're about Blake? Yeah, tough. Well, I warned him not to have anything to do with Hardy. So did I. But I still can't help feeling this is partly my fault. Why? Maybe I would have gotten there in time to stop it if I hadn't been grabbed by the police. Grabbed by the police? Yeah, oh, didn't you know? They picked me up while driving Jerry's car. They had a report that was stolen. Who did that? I'm glad you asked me, Nicholas, because I had an idea it might be you. Have you blown your top, Mike? I thought you were going to stay at Ed's place until I returned. Well, I had some business to attend to. Yeah, and you gave it all to me. Well, you're out of your mind. Did it ever occur to you that Jerry might have notified the cops? Oh, sure. But I like your qualifications better. First of all, you were working with Joe Hardy. You gave him all the information he needed to pass Irene off his Blake's daughter. And you're forgetting I was the one who told Blake not to pay. Sure, that was smarter, Nicholas. That way, you gave yourself an out. I couldn't have been too smart if you got the goods on me. Well, I had help. Irene told me your name. You're lying. She didn't. Yeah, you are, Nicholas, finish it. She didn't know that you were in the operation. No, you told me that yourself. Jerry might have dug up that picture of Mrs. Blake and a few other bits of information, but he never would have known about the dress and the pony. He was only a kid himself at the time. Got it all figured out, haven't you? I like to think so. Well, tell me something. Did you figure on this? Put away the gun, Nicholas. That isn't going to get you anything. That's where you're wrong. Well, one thing is going to get me a head start. And yours is just a head to supply it through. Who's there? Who's there? Nothing to get frightened about, Irene. It's only me. Joe. What's the matter, baby? You act like you're seeing a ghost. Well, I thought that... What? I'd skip out on you. Now, you know, Irene, that's not my type. What are you doing here? I got a date to meet a friend of mine, fellow named Larry Nichols. Nickle? Yeah. Right. I don't think you'll be here, Joe. Why not? Well, a man named Mike Wearing was here about an hour ago. And? That's all there is to it. No, there must be a little more. What'd you tell Wearing? Nothing, Joe. Except? Oh, when he said "Wall of Blake" was murdered, I... You gave him every little bit of help you could. I didn't tell him much, Joe. Well, that's not your fault, Irene. After all, how much did you know? What bothers me is what you might say of Wearing that back to you again. No. We can't take a chance on that, baby. Oh, listen, Joe. Now, why, Irene, you can see that for yourself. First opportunity of crack, wine, open. Now, what are we going to do about then? Well, well, I guess Joe doesn't know what to do either. I say either because I think there are lots of folks who don't know what to do with time. Now, maybe you don't know what to do to get your family to eat salads. You don't? Well, make those salads with Miracle Whip. Miracle Whip has a flavor so pleasing. 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Just playing out. Look, have you picked up Joe Hardy yet for the Blake murder? Oh. But while you're at it, you might as well get out in the lawn for Larry Nichols. And you're probably too late for a girl named Irene Kent. Aren't you a little less? Well, it figured. Hardy must have taken her away with him. Well, that's where you're wrong, Mike. He was left behind. I can't imagine why. You what if you saw her now? She's got two big bullet holes right where her heart used to be. Yes? Hello, Jerry. Mike, hey, what happened to your head? Oh, I'm just trying to prove what goes on when an irresistible force meets an immovable object. Come on and sit down. Anything new? Yeah. Irene Kent was murdered. What? Shot to be exact. Apparently an hour or two after I first spoke with him. Was she able to tell you anything? Enough to convince me I was right about Nichols. He was working with Joe Hardy. I can't believe it. Well, they can take it from me. It's true. Where do you think I'll pick up this nut on my head? Nichols? Well, did he get away? Yes, but I don't think he'll get very far. I still say you're wrong. Why, he told my uncle in front of me that it was a mistake to deal with Hardy. Well, I explained the reason for that before. You're even using it to clear him. If the fellow I like to lay my hands on is Joe Hardy. You think he's the one who did the actual killing? Well, no, as soon as we get to look at the gun. I suppose if the slug they took out of my uncle matches those they took out of Irene. That'll be it. Just about. Yeah, but suppose Hardy gets rid of the cat. I don't see how he could. If anyone was to do that, it would have to be you. What are you babbling about? Well, I'm sorry to give away your little secret, Jerry. But you killed your uncle and Irene Kent. [Music] Ed! Ed, yeah, yeah. More coffee, please. Yeah, me too, Ed. Right with you, fellas. Uh, go on, Mike. I'm sorry I interrupted. That's all right, Sergeant. You've practically got it all anyway. I might have understood that Jerry was the one who notified us to pick you up in that car. Yeah, sure. That gave him enough time to go over and kill his uncle. Oh, I can see his reason for that. With his uncle dead and with no other family around, Jerry would come into all of Blake's dough. Uh-huh. But what was his motive in killing that day? Irene Kent. The fact that he had no motive. Wait a minute. Hey, you are, man. No, thanks, Ed. Hey, you see, Sergeant, when you found Irene dead, let me do believe her killer was either Nichols or Hardy's since she was tied up with him. Go on. All right, now consider what would have happened if all the Blake was the only victim. Sooner or later, you would have realized that Jerry was a suspect with the best motive of all. And by killing Irene, he made it appear that her death was tied up with the plot to clip his uncle. And when you definitely had nothing to do with that. Well, what put you on the right track? Well, you'll grant me that the one who tipped off the police to nab me in that stolen car rep was the murderer. Yeah, but how can you prove it was Jerry? Easy. That's too bad I didn't think of it in time. See, Jerry's car was a brand new convertible. He'd only gotten it yesterday. Nichols never saw it. He was surprised when Jerry volunteered the keys to the car. So, how could Nichols report a stolen? He didn't know the make, the color, or the license number? Hey, that's right. I only wish I thought of it before I knocked myself out. You don't know what a problem this raises is. Why? Well, Blake was my client, and he's dead. And Jerry won't even talk to me now. So you tell me to whom do I send my bills? This is my wearing, friends. You probably heard people say defense is everybody's job. But maybe you haven't known just what you could do to help. Well, here's the way you can help Uncle Sam and yourself at the same time. Buy defense bonds. 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