Boston Blackie - The Mary At Sea

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10:09I didn't. It's just a shot in the dark. Well, let's stay here until they turn out the light and maybe he can choose to be handed to everything. Oh, no, we're getting out of here. Why? See that man over there? He's Edward, just the boss of this joint. Oh, yeah. I'm going to get out of here. I'm going to get out of here. I'm going to get out of here. He's Edward, just the boss of this joint. Oh, he looks like the boss of a chain day. Why not? He used to be a member of one. Look how much he's talking to. Look at the most it is. I think they're going to close in for a better look too. That way, I must have told him that I was asking questions. Blackie and those questions, don't you any good either, did you? I know it. Now, come on. I'm going to see Joan and Jail try and put the pieces of this puzzle together before Edward's in his pals get the notion that we ought to be taking apart. That is a doctor to see him, it's Thompson. A doctor? I don't want a doctor. The friend of yours asked me to see him, it's Thompson.

11:10You want me to come on and tell what you're done? You're kind of violent this one. No, thank you, officer. I'll be alright. Okay. There you are, doctor. Thank you. Now, this life is dark. It's only the first time I've done it. Thank you, I will, yes. It just sits where you are, Mr. Thomas. I can't, I don't want it, Dr. Thomas. It just sits quietly, Mr. Thomas. I don't need a doctor. I hope not, Joan, because I am no doctor. What? But I'm what the doctor ordered, Boston Blackie. Blackie? Blackie, I gave you the gun, what else do you want? The police are after me too, that's the reason the whiskers and my doctors get it. I don't understand. Where are you here? I'm here to help you. Nobody can help me. Look, Joan, I've just come from the ball of armed club. Something's wrong with me. Now, before you left last night, did anyone force you to do anything at all? No. When I got through, I got my hair in my new clothes, coffee and light. You're covering up for somebody, Joan. No. Who killed Henry Wright? I did. Joan, will you stop her? No.

12:10Who's forcing you to say that? If I killed Henry Wright, then I killed him. If I killed him, I killed him, I killed him, I couldn't. That's not what you need me, you little. Joan, don't do this to me. I've hidden you gun because I thought you were innocent enough to tell me the truth, will you? Let's go away. I killed Henry Wright tonight. I killed him with more than you were. You can go and get him. All right, Joan. There's nothing more you can say. There's nothing more I can do. And now back to Boston Blacky. Joan Thompson, cigarette girl in the Boulevard club, and friend of Mary Wesley, has confessed to the murder of Henry Wrightson. But Blacky and Mary convinced she was merely covering up for the real killer, tried to help her. But Lauren only that Wrightson came to the club with a ton of money. But Blacky and Mary convinced she was merely covering up for the real killer, tried to help her. But Lauren only that Wrightson came to the club with a doctor Harry. Left with Joan Thompson was later found dead. Blacky's last hope of proving Joan's innocence died later, when in jail Joan insisted she did kill Wrightson.

13:14As we return to our story, Blacky's driving Mary to his apartment. You pick up the murder gun. Blacky, what are you thinking? A whole catalog of things, Mary. What's on page one? I've never been faced with anything like this before. I know I'm late. If Joan killed Wrightson, she killed him, and that's that. Page two? I still want to do something for her, but I don't know what. Well, first you're going to do something for yourself. You're going to get that gun out of your apartment. Yeah, that's what I'm going to do now. And send it to Faraday. Then what? Then I don't know what. Well, here's my street. Blacky, is that a police car in front of your apartment house? It's worse than that. As Faraday's private cruiser, we're getting out of here. Hey, hey, keep all four wheels on the ground. Wait. Phew. Sorry, Mary, but that was Faraday himself in the sidewalk, and I know what he's at. You, Cork. First Joan Thompson's gun in my apartment. There's men are probably looking for it right now.

14:15Will they find it? I don't think so. But this means we have to find something ourselves. What? Well, remember that waiter at the Boulevard Club said, writes and arrives with a Dr. James Harris. Yes. Dr. Harris is a well-known drug specialist. He could tell me something important. What? Well, the real reason he left the club before Bryce and did. That's one thing he could tell me. And what's another thing? Whether or not Joan Thompson can be under the influence of a drug that makes her believe she committed murder. You can give her that information. What do you have? A prescription for murder to be filled at the nearest police station. Well, yes, Plaky. I know Harry Brighton's dead. And a visit from the Plaky Faraday was a police that's a little while ago. Well, Faraday's really making an effort to earn his pay these days. But I'm sure there are a couple of questions he didn't ask you, Dr. Harris. Yes. You came to the club with Brighton last night. Why didn't you leave with him?

15:16Well, yeah. I had an emergency call. I can check on that, you know. Well, no, alright then. Brighton and I went to the Boulevard club for a little private game with the owner. She admitted, I dropped out. Because you ran out of money? No. I left because that game wasn't on the level. And I knew it. Who was crooked? Brighton. I told him so and left. Then what did you do? I came straight home. I came and went back to the Boulevard club. Went in for Brighton to come out, followed him and then killed him. Oh, look here. I didn't kill Brighton. I tell you. Yes, I know. That's what you tell me. You can't drag me into this. Here, you can't. All I want to do is drag the truth out of you. I told you the whole truth. Alright. Let's forget the possibility that you might have killed Brighton for a moment. Aren't you a specialist in drugs? Oh, what? Is there a drug that would make Joan Thompson the cigarette girl believe she is? No.

16:16Drugs don't make people think they've done something they haven't done. Under the influence of drugs, people do forget those. In other words, drugs don't enter into this at all. Being drug would not make her confess to something she didn't do. I'll stake my reputation on that. Those are pretty high stakes, Dr. Harris. Let's just hope that before this is over, you don't have to pull them up. Hello? Mary, this is Blackie. I've just seen Dr. Harris and drugs are out. Oh, dear. But something else is in and if my hunch is right, I'm in, too. What do you mean? Question. Why did Brighton leave the club in Joan's car? When his own was parked in a lot outside the club. Answer. His car broke down. Oh, Blackie, Joan told us that. Yes, but we're going to have a look at that car, of his. Because it didn't break down. It's going to break up this case. Here's Brighton's car in a parking lot apparently right where he left it.

17:18How will you know whether or not there's something wrong with it? You know my panic. Well, I can try to be one, Janet. I'm not going to let you go. I'm not going to let you go. I'm not going to let you go. I'm not going to let you go. I'm not going to let you go. I'm not going to let you go. Well, I can try to be one, Janet. Yes, we'll have a look under the hood. That's where mechanics always start. Why aren't you driven? What do you see in there? Come over and use them look at it too. It's an engine. You don't say. Mm-hmm. Eight cylinders. That's bad. You're a big help. Well, you're the one who's pretending to be a mechanic. Uh-oh. Do you copy? Do you see those marks on the top of the engine, Black? Uh, yeah, those little lines and grease. Those were made when a contact wire had sparked while for a remote. Well, yes, could they just be the door? All of them at once? No, Pat. Somebody was kidding around with a engine. Only he wasn't kidding.

18:24Good evening, sir. Good evening, me. Good evening. Oh, you're the same way that we had here last night, huh, night? And, lad, you liked the bullet-out club enough to come back to you in second night? Oh, yes, we enjoyed it last night. Especially the Porsche. Oh, I hope you have not come to see the mentally. As a matter of fact, we have. We hope we might be able to volunteer as subjects. Hopefully, sir, he is not here any longer. Are we missing? But we have a new act that is excellent. I'm sure you will like it. Yes, I'm sure we will. Now, what would you like for dinner this evening? We haven't decided yet. Could you give us a few moments? Let's go. All the time you want, sir. All the time? Well, but I keep I go to the ferry. And here I go to the telephone. What for? To call Faraday. Oh, blackie, a little said that I didn't go to make you give up, is it? No, Mary, a little information is going to make me give out. Inspector Faraday speaking. Inspector, this is blackie. Where are you, blackie?

19:24I've been looking all over town for you. Well, thanks for the flattery, Inspector, but I don't need it right now. I don't need you at any time, blackie. But I'm coming to get you. Don't bother with me, Faraday. You have another body on your hand, but you can find it. I've already found it. And guess who it is? The hypnotist at the Bullock Art Club. Oh, so you killed him too? I didn't kill him either. Yep, and I don't know he was dancing. I have a sixth sense. And so does a horse. And if you had any horse sense, you'd know who killed Willner and why. OK, see, biscuit. Who did kill the medalist? OK, also ran the same guy who killed Brighton. I was trying to be an answer, isn't it? The right one. Maggie, you know what I'm going to do? Sure, exactly what I tell you to do. First get a doctor for Joan Thompson. She's been drugged and hypnotized. Get her out of it and she'll stop insisting she killed Brighton. Yep. What are you going to do? What I always do, Faraday, get you your killer. You want to do business with me, blackie? That's right, Edwin. I have offers from people every day I want to buy in a discrepancy.

20:26I don't accept them. Oh, I'm not interested in your club, Edward. But I am interested in your activities. Meaning what? I think you killed Henry Brighton. I'm not interested in what you take. I also think you killed Willner, the hippin' kisser. I'm still not interested. I also think your gun killed them both. Oh, you killed them both. Don't be too gun-edwards. I need only one in mine's quite handy. Very fast on the go. You're very slow on the take. I'm accusing you of two murders and you don't seem the least bit insane. By the way, you hand over that kind of thing. I have a permit for this pistol. The permit doesn't say that you can kill with it. Hand it over. I want to look at it. All right, here. Now you can sit down and make yourself comfortable. Because what I'm going to say to you will make you uncomfortable. That gun of mine did not kill Brighton. If it did not kill Willner, hasn't been fired in months. I can tell that by looking at it. Are you satisfied?

21:27Yeah. Yeah. You can have it now. Now will you be so kind as to put your gun away? Of course. But, eh, I'm feeling... Yes, much. Now, I would... I'm not going to ask you to kill Brighton and Willner. I'm going to tell you you did and why. Can you? Just listen. Brighton caught you cheating at Cards and threatened to go to the police. You couldn't afford that. You fixed his car so it wouldn't run and set him home in Joan Thompson's car. Then Joan Thompson was let's see him alive so she must kill him. Joan Thompson was drugged when she had her usual cup of coffee before leaving the club. And you went along with her until the drug took effect. Then stopped the car, shot Brighton. Joan Thompson amidst she killed Brighton. Of course. Under hypnosis she would admit anything. After killing Brighton, you brought Joan back here, had Willner hypnotizer and impressed on her subconscious that she had killed Brighton. You were... can you prove that? You helped prove it yourself by killing Willner so he could never blackmail you.

22:31The final proof will come when a doctor tells the police that Joan Thompson has been both drugged and hypnotized ever since she was found in the room. Don't move, Brighton. I wouldn't give orders if I were you and... Then I'll let my gun speak for me. Speak sort of softly, doesn't it? Stay back, Brighton. My gun's just missing. I'll say it's missing Edward. It's missing his bullets. What? I took the math when I pretended to look at you again. Why are you giving all knoweth? Please don't call me names. It isn't fair. Because from now on, all anybody will be able to cause you as a number. Everything checked, Mary. The police found out that our friend Joan had been drugged. And Joan was made to believe she killed Brighton because he was hypnotized. I still can't believe it. Look into my eyes. You are going to sleep. Oh. Look into my eyes. Yeah? Now put your arms around.

23:32Yeah. Now let your face up to my side. Like this? And now. Now. This. You're using gun at my side. Well, maybe not. But I am. Let's do that again.