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Hey, it's Kelly Rowland. You may not know this, but I have eczema. So I get how it can steal your time. But why let eczema take over when you can talk to your doctor about eczema? Eczema, eczema, LBKZ, a 250mg per 2mL injection, is a prescription medicine used to treat adults and children 12 years of age and older, who weigh at least 88 lbs or 40kg with moderate to severe eczema. Also called a topic dermatitis that is not well controlled with prescription therapies used on the skin, or topicals, or who cannot use topical therapies. Eczema can be used with or without topical corticosteroids. Don't use if you are allergic to eczema. A allergic reaction can occur that can be severe. I-problems can occur. Tell your doctor if you have newer, worsening eye problems. You should not receive a live vaccine when treated with eczema. Before starting eczema, tell your doctor if you have a parasitic infection. Pay partnership with Lilli. Respect your time. Ask your doctor about eczema and visit eczema.com or call 1-800-LilliRX or 1-800-545. 5-9-7-9.

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Eczema can be used with or without topical corticosteroids. Don't use if you are allergic to eczema. A allergic reaction can occur that can be severe. Eye problems can occur. Tell your doctor if you have newer, worsening eye problems. You should not receive a live vaccine when treated with eczema. Before starting eczema, tell your doctor if you have a parasitic infection. Pay partnership with Lily. Respect your time. Ask your doctor about eczema.com or call 1-800-LilyRX or 1-800-545-5979. Do you want to answer the door, Mary?

I don't want to black you, but I will. It's probably John Blake. He phoned just before you got here, so he was coming right up. Well, anyhow, I arrived in town, don't meddle anyhow. This is Boston Blackies apartment. Oh, yes, yes it is. Yours, John Blake. Yes, I am. Well, come in. Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Mary Wethy. How do you do? Well, I was Blake. You must have had something of the important, I mean, mind. You didn't waste much time getting here. I do have something important on my mind. You're Boston Blackies. Now that we all know each other, suppose we also then. Thank you. Well, maybe you'd like to talk to Blackie alone, Mr. Blake. No, Miss Wesley. In fact, I'm glad you're here. I would like a witness to what I have to say. A witness, eh? Sounds like you have serious business, Mr. Blake. I have, Blackie. Suppose we get right down to it. I'm ready. Perhaps I'd better begin by asking you a question. I'm a student of crime.

Question, Ma'am? No, of course not. You will explain the reason for my question. I want to know this, Blackie. Why is a murderer always caught? Well, that's not a very hard question. That's not very hard to answer, at least. The killer is caught because he makes a mistake. Isn't there such a thing as a killer who doesn't make a mistake? I doubt it. Sooner or later, something happens that links into the crime and sends them to the chair. I would like to argue at that point. That would mean that just isn't any argument that you could offer. That would make any sense. Well, let me put it this way then. I won't tell you when. I won't tell you where. But I'm going to murder a man named Thomas Evans. I define you to prove that I did it. And now, back to Dick Palmer as Boston Blackie, enemy to those who make him an enemy, to those who make him an enemy, friend to those who have no friend.

What number are you calling? Edgeworth 96451 operator, Mr. Thomas Evers. One moment please. Okay. You seem to have gathered all the numbers there. I'll find for you. Thank you. Hello? Hello, Tom. Yeah, who's it? This is Bill. Oh, well, Bill, how are you? Fine. Say how about lunch today? Good, what time? You'll name it. I'll be busy about 1. How about 1.30? Good. Meet me at my office, huh? Good. I'll say Bill, what time is it now? I watch this stuff. Let's see. It's exactly 8.30. Thanks. Well, I'll see you about 1.30. Ha! Ha! Ha! Oh, come back! Oh, come back! Oh, come back! Oh, come back! Ha! Don't come back! Blanky, when you get out of my office, I have to throw you on. And you, Miss Wesley, get out of here!

We've got to listen to us in fact. In fact, you should have done something about it when I called you last night. Why did you wait till now? Yeah, before I do anything about that silly thing, I'll wait 20 years. Let me tell you once more and maybe you'll understand. I already understand. You've told me so many times. I can tell it to you. Last night, a man named John Blake came to your apartment and said he was going to kill someone. All right. At least you've got that straight. Okay. So now you get straight. Out of here. Oh really? In fact, you're, I think Mr. Blake was serious. I'm sure he was, Faraday. When you grow up, can't you see that... Look, Faraday. At first, I took it the same way you're taking it now. But the more I thought of it, the more I believe this guy Blake meant what he said. Well, uh, stop thinking about it. Anybody with sense at all should know a guy isn't going to telegraph a murder. He hasn't committed yet. But he had a reason for doing it, Faraday. It was sort of a, well, you know, sort of a challenge to me. He said he could kill this man, and I'd never been able to... Or I'd never be able to prove it. Oh, blacky, your stories get worse every day.

I suppose now you're going to tell me this fellow Blake even gave you the name of the man he's going to kill. Yes, he did. He said he was going to kill Thomas Evans. That's all. Now get out of here, will you? And you too, Mrs. Wesley. But Inspector Faraday, I think you... I said get out of here, and I met get out. Thomas Evans is probably as healthy as you are healthier. Oh, wait a minute. Yeah? A virus just came in on a teletype inspector. A man's been shot to death. He was brother identified to body. The dead man's name was Thomas Evans. The body's still right way of found it, Rollins? Yes, Inspector. Everything just as it was when we found, except we put the telephone receiver back on the hook. He was shot while he was talking to someone on the phone. Yes, blacky, that's how we got the first report of the murder. The fellow he was talking to, called the Central Police Station. A bit, I know something. What, Mary? The man on the phone had something to do with killing Mr. Evans. I don't think so, Mrs. Wesley. The man on the phone was Bill Johnson. I don't think so, Mrs. Wesley. The man on the phone was Bill Johnson. I don't think so, Mrs. Wesley.

The man on the phone had something to do with killing Mr. Evans. I don't think so, Mrs. Wesley. The man on the phone was Bill Johnson, member of the City Council. Oh, yes. Anyhow, it was nice for I, Mary. Well, while you two are making nice tries, I'm going to look around for a few nice clues. I've got men searching the house and grounds now, Inspector. Good. We already know this much. The shop that killed Evans was fired through that window. There's a footprint in the mud just below it. Yeah? Let's have a look on it. Yes, it's a good idea, Pertie. But I have a better one, Blacky. You and Miss Wesley stay in the house. Thanks, Pertie. Come on, Mary. The Inspector invited us to look at that footprint. Oh, thank you very much, Inspector. Ah, what's the use? Come on. Rollins, did you find out what time Bill Johnson was talking to Evans? Yes, we know the exact time the shop was fired. 8.30 this morning. No, it's going to be interesting to hear what kind of a phony alibi John Blake is going to have. It's whereabouts at 8.30 this morning. You still think that crackpot Blake killed Evans? He said he would fire a day and Evans is dead. Just to coincidence, that's all. What a fatal one, forever. Sergeant Rollins, where's the foot cinch of town?

The right here, Miss Wesley. Behind these bushes here. Hmm. Hey, it's a funny clear one. Yeah. The Nordmark on the heel, too. Look. The metal tap made that funny looking indentation, I'd say. Have a plastic cast made of that footprint, Rollins. Right. Blacky, look what I found over here. What is it? What are you staring at, Miss Wesley? I've never seen a pile of leaves before. Yes, I haven't expected, but there's a gun in this piece of pile. A gun, Mary? Yes, it is. It is a gun. Don't touch it anybody. Maybe the murder gun. Rollins. Yes, sir. We'll take this gun down a headquarters and test it for fingerprints. Sure. I can't fly a hand with it. Now, we run that down a headquarters and send a man out here to make a plaster impression on that footprint. I think I'll go see Evans brothers for a day. I'd like to have a talk with him. He's got trouble enough now without you. Come on, Rollins. Mary, John Blake said he would kill Tom Evans.

I said he couldn't get away with it. He kept his word. Now I've got to keep mine. Coming. Yes? No. Somebody told me and asked me to come up here. My name is John Blake. Oh, Blake, huh? Well, I'm Tom Evans' brother. Oh. Get in here. Come here. Look at me. I'll let go of you when I'm sure with you. Get out. Get it out of here. After I've cut you up, I'll cut it out. I haven't done any. You killed my brother and I'm going to have to kill you. No, don't. No, maybe the couple let you get away with us, but I won't. No, please. Please. Please.

Come on. Get up. I'm not true with you yet. Come on. Get up. Who's there? It's a blackie. What do you want? I want to talk to Tom Evans' brother. Yeah? I'm talking to him about his brother. Come in. Thanks. Oh, man. Not alone, are we? Well, almost. I just want to kill him, I guess. I want to, too. He killed my brother. That's why I used a pretext to get him up here. Blake was my brother's only enemy. Why would he hate your brother? Blake was mixed up in a swindle once. Tom produced the evidence. It sent Blake to jail. Well, the Seven and Santa police headquarters has kind of sent Blake to jail again. Only this time he's going to fit his sentence out in the electric chair.

Yeah? In St. Petersburg, there's a fellow. I don't care what there is, Rollins. I don't want to be disturbed for another half hour. Yeah, man. All right, now. Where will he be, Blakey? You were just about to show up, John Blakey. The old time at it. That's what the evidence proves. It's better to be awfully sure in the fact that we can do very good. In the fact that it will be Blake. Let's have it, darling. All right, Blakey. I'm sure you'll do things that police headquarters when we don't have any interfering health from you. The great Boston Black and Poop. Come on, Faraday. Let's have a less poop and more proof. All right, Blakey. Listen to this. You'll listen to Blakey. In case you want to know why you're going to be behind bars in a few minutes, here's item one that proves you killed Tom Evans. We have your fingerprints on file. And the time you went to jail on that Swindle wrap. What are you going to jail for more than a Swindle wrap this time? He certainly is, Blakey. We found his fingerprints on the gun Miss Wesley discovered in that pile of leaves. Did we've to murder guns, Blakey? Yes, it was the murder gun, all right.

But that is not all. It's Blake's gun. My gun. How do you know? It's registered in your name. I follow everything right through, Blakey. Faraday, you're wonderful. Now follow through with enough evidence to convict this guy and let's go home. Yes, you need to kill more proof, I think. I don't need any more proof, but I have it. The footprint we found outside the window. Blake, your foot matches perfectly. The plaster impression we made of it. Well, are you just going to sit there or do you want to say something before I make a formal charge against you? Yes, I'll say something in picture. You can't arrest me. Oh, yes, I can. Look at the evidence I have. I'd have disappointed you, but you can't arrest me. Your evidence is no good. No good. You denied that you all this gun? No, it's mine, all right. You denied that we found your fingerprints on it? No, the prints are mine. And you denied that it is your footprint we found outside the window? No, it's my footprint, all right. Then what do you say I can't arrest you? That's what's time this morning with Tom. But, uh, 8.30, don't be too disheartened, Blakey.

At 8.30 this morning, I was at a police station 25 miles from Tom's house in Dyson. What? Oh, she's cleared of something, my dear. You're lying, Blakey. I am not lying. It's a precinct 89. I'm going to death to start from there. You'll tell you I was talking to him before 8.30 this morning. And I was still talking to him when the flash about Tom's murder came in. Oh, don't worry, I'll check. And I'll bet my check will prove you're lying. I'll check that, that's Friday. Huh? Hey, look, Blakey, who side are you on? I have proof this guy murdered Evers. Maybe you do, Faraday. I'm afraid Blake's not going to lie. We'll throw out your evidence. But, Blakey, how could he be in police headquarters 25 miles from the scene of the crime? And still till Evers? As he promised he would. I don't know, Faraday. Maybe Blake never had everything he wanted in life. But right now, he's getting away with murder. And now back to Boston, Blakey.

John Blakey has committed what even Blakey has to admit looks like the perfect crime. Evidence shows that Blakey was at the scene of Evers murder. Yet Blakey has been able to prove he was 25 miles away whenever he was killed. What bothers Blakey most of all, however, is that Blake told him beforehand that he was going to kill Evers. It's fall in Jeep country, and during the driving to fall sales event, get a great deal on four by fours that refuse to be contained, like Jeep Wrangler.

Confidence built into every drive with the most awarded SUV ever, Jeep Grand Cherokee, and Freedom that can't be denied, with the open air freedom and Jeep Gladiator. After 85 years, it's no surprise that Jeep became America's SUV brand. Get a great deal during the Jeep driving to fall sales event. Jeep is one more awards over its lifetime than any other SUV brand, even the Jeep Grille Registered Trademarks of FCA US LLC. And get away with it. And Blakey has just admitted that Blake is doing just that. As we return to our story, Blakey and his friend Mary Wesley are in her apartment, laying in the dark. It's 300. I'll be a dark champion if I keep this up. That was good, wasn't it? 800. And another bullseye. Blakey, for a total of 1,300, just try to be fat. Not now, Mary. You're the champ for the time being.

What's the matter? Don't you know? Yes, I suppose I do, but you can't solve every case. Some time or other, they have to be one that's too much for you, don't you? It isn't the case itself, this part of me, Mary. It's the fact that Blakey warned me beforehand that he was going to kill others and get away with it. Now he's done it. He was in that police station at the time of his was shot. Brackie, you're sure the police have the time of the murder, right? Positive. Mr. Evers was shot at exactly 8.30 and Mr. Blake was in that police station 25 miles away at exactly 8.30. Exactly, both times. Well then let's just forget the whole thing and play dark. Mary, I just can't get this case off my mind. Why bother about it, darling? Because I can't help it. Do you know what the only two possible solutions of this thing are? What? Either Blake did not kill Evers, which I doubt, or he's committed the perfect crime which I won't admit. I look, Blanky, he'd get out of my office or tell me how to break Blake's arm abiding.

Faraday, he really was at precinct 89 at the exact time of Evers killing, wasn't he? He sure was, and that's definitely. Well Faraday, it looks as if we will have to turn to Mary Wesley to show how this was done. Mary Wesley! Mind if I use your phone. Well, thanks. What do you mean Miss Wesley will show us how it was done? Listen Inspector and learn. Oh. Hello Mary, how are you? Oh, fine, Dr. Wanna talk to an old friend of yours? Sure. Just a minute. Hey Faraday, you talk to him. What for? Never mind what for. Just talk to her. I don't wanna. Don't be shy, Faraday. Maybe Mary is a girl, but you'll just be talking to her over the phone. Give me that receipt, but that's better. Hello Miss Wesley. Hello and thank you. What's this all about? Oh nothing, nothing I just have had a chance to talk to you over the phone. Miss Wesley! Miss Wesley, what's the matter? Miss Wesley! What's wrong, Faraday?

Miss Wesley's been shot. All right, Flaggy. Life your head off if you want to. You too Miss Wesley, but you scared the daylight, son of me. I don't see anything funny about it. Well, Inspector Faraday, I'm glad you felt so bad about my being dead. So that's very complimentary. And how Faraday, don't ever deny you have a soft place in your heart for Mary. Well, you must have a soft place in your brain, falling a stump like this on me. What pulling this down proof, Faraday, was the weak place and Blake's plan to commit a perfect crime. Yeah. Well, start explaining. How do you explain Blake's footprint in the mud under the window of the murder room? The same way I'm going to explain this footprint, Faraday. What footprint? I'll show you. I'm covered with wood in box on the floor Mary. All right, that's just what I want. Hey, what's that? A box full of mud? And look what's in the mud, Faraday, a footprint.

My footprint. Made not by me, but by Mary, wearing one of my shoes. And there was a lot of room in it, too. And room from proven and Blake's murder plan, too. I get it. The real killer was wearing Blake's shoes. That proves how Blake could be at 3.39, 25 miles from the murder scene and still make it look as if he killed others. But why would he want it to look as if he killed others? Because he could prove he was 25 miles away. And our evidence against him would be no good. Well, what about the murder gun? I'll show you. Where's the gun you fired Mary? Why did you on the table? Thanks. All right, Faraday. Where was I at the time you heard the shot you thought killed Mary? In my office. All right. Look closely at this pistol. Yeah? Who's it? Well, yours isn't. It's mine. And a lab test will show it. It has my fingerprints on it. Not Mary's. How come? I put my fingerprints on it, but I gave it to Mary. And she fired it with gloves on and carefully, too.

So she wouldn't smear my prints. Blake did that, too. Of course, I know what I've done. I've shown how Blake could be 25 miles from the scene of Ever's murder and still load you with evidence that he committed the crime. You've done more than that, Blakey. You've proved somebody else killed Ever's. I don't have a single bit of evidence to lead me to the real killer. No, Faraday, don't. All you have is Blake. What good is he now? He didn't kill Ever's? No, he didn't. But he knows who killed Ever's. And he knew when Ever's was going to be killed. So what? So Blake is the tie after the real killer. Now what we have to do is to find something to use for rope. Hi, Mr. Blake. Let's get a tie. That's a loud mic. Pretend you're looking at the eyes, too.

I thought Blakey, all I want to look at is the rest of the dough that's coming to me for the job I did this morning. I have it with me, don't worry. Will you follow it into the store? Uh, I will be there. Keep looking to see these ties. Got your hand below the counter and I'll give you the money. Okay, give. Here. Well, like a big wire, all right? I guess I get my promise my you keep yours. The job we did was perfect not get out of my life and stay out. Come in. Hi, Inspector Ferriotti. Oh, come in, Jory. Sure, I don't care how I waste my time. Hey, where the guy's from the other newspapers? My editor says you got a hot announcement to make. I do, Jory. But I only asked you down. I thought I'd give you a scoop.

What kind of a scoop and you give me for a day? You on the trail of every skiller? Better than not, Jory. Yeah, I know. Police are making progress in a mysterious murder of Tom Evers. Expect the rest shortly. Better than not, too, Jory. Well, let's see. In that case, please get tip from Underworld. I'm really going to give you something this time. Hold on to your hat, kid. Now, don't show me too hard, Inspector. I like this hat. My hands are busy with this pencil and paper. Well, uh, see how you can handle this. It's page one stuff, and that's exactly where I want it. On the front page. Yeah, what are you doing, Inspector? Resigning from the forest? Are you better resigned and fast if you don't get this to your paper fast? There's been a break in the Tom Evers murder case. The police are looking for a professional gunman as the killer of Tom Evers. And we're going to nab him within three hours. Because we know his name. Holy micro Inspector, you on the level? I'm on the level. And so is that announcement. Now, scram out of here and see that it gets on fake. You better Inspector, thanks a lot. Why would I scold?

I'm going, Friday. I'm glad you liked it, Blakey. Well, that ought to bring the real killer out in the open, huh? It's any good Friday. And if that smog look doesn't come off your face, the fact that this was my idea will come out into the open tool. I'm glad you liked it. And I'm glad you liked it. I'm glad you liked it. I'm glad you liked it. Blakey, we don't get out of this basement hole pretty soon. I'm going to feel like a golfer. Save your right if you can't stand it down here, Friday. Next time, try to get in on the ground floor of the murder. This won't happen to you. Now, look, it's bad enough down here without your bad jokes. I'm sorry, Friday. The telephone lines are on the open. Better be. I'll see. Hello, Rollins. I'm still here, Inspector. The call to Blake hasn't come through yet. No. Well, maybe it never will. I'm just at a horrible thought, Friday. Maybe something's wrong with our equipment.

We haven't really tapped Blake's telephone line. The equipment's all right. I think it's your idea that's after good. Or Blakey, the compass is smarter than you figured, you think? Uh-oh. He's calling Blakey. You're listening, Blakey. I'm listening. Rollins, Rollins, you all said? Call, said, Inspector. As soon as the call comes in, the phone comes, he'll trace it for us and we'll hop right down. Good, good. The call's complete, Friday. Hello? Hello, Blakey. Why are you calling here? Good for nothing, double-crosser. You know why? I have to fool that. Notice that the paper was a fake. It was nothing fake. I bought it. You spilled it like... I kept it for you, did it. I'm gonna get you like I got ever. Well, yeah, I'm not gonna kill for you this time. I'm gonna kill for myself. The way that you had my gang up before the police trace this call. That's the difference. They know who I am. You're right on me. Hello? Hello? Hello? Oh, I get it. It's all over, Friday. Blake, hung up. The call's asked long enough to be traced. Rollins, the phone company traced it, okay? You bet, Inspector. It came from a building at 111 ECO Road. Good.

Radio to squad cars, 81 and 39. Close in fast and get our men. They're closing too fast. They'll run over him, Inspector. He's still only a couple of blocks away. Well, I'll be right there. I get going. Right. It's finished, Blanky. We'll have the guy who killed ever. Good work, Friday. I'm a co-op stares, grab Blake and tell him the phone he knew is in the paper, was bad news for him. You're a blackie. You can go in and see Blake if you want to. He's in cell six. Thanks, Ron. I won't be any longer. Right through this door. I know. I've been through it many times myself. And it's the truth. Hello, Blake. Oh, thank you. Hello. Well, you seem to be pretty good spirits for a man who's going to the electric jam.

Maybe to get you know. You're all I couldn't actually kill ever. But you engineered the plan, Dmitron. Not jealous, are you? Why is a good plan, does it think? A great plan, Blake. Except for one thing. It didn't work. Where's Uncle that poor Mike thought I'd double crossed him? Yes. You know what that proves, don't you? What? The point I made when you wanted to argue with me that I'd kill us and commit a crime without making a mistake. What mistake did I make? You forgot the human element, Blake. When Mike thought you'd double crossed him, he spilled the whole thing to the police to get even. Yeah. I suppose I did lose our little argument, right, Blake? You're going to lose more than an argument, Blake. You're going to lose your life.

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