The Falcon - The Case of the Curious Cop

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2:02And Hunter has famed gambling club on East 84th is closed for the night. But that doesn't seem to deter a plain clothesman, Jack Craven, for his partner Frank Walsh from their decision to look in on Mr. Hunter. Yes, me, Craven, we're wasting our time. You think so, Frank? Sure. Hunter's probably gone. What about that light we saw from the outside? Mr. Dad, no, no. No, not Mr. Hunter. He watches his pennies. I will get you pennies, still here counting the take. I was a light coming from. Uh, there's room here, I think. Yep. Now, this must be the office. What are we going to do with you? You wait out here. If you hear any commotion, get back to the car. Understand? Right. My name is Brock. If you get to the second, you're not Brock. No, my name is Craven, Mr. Hunter. What are you doing here? Have you ever seen one of these before?

3:02It's a bad, isn't it? Also known as a buzzer or a potsy. So? So I don't like people running gambling houses on my beat. I see. And especially without consulting me. And suppose I did consult you? Well, that might be different. Now, if you were to consult me, say once a week, with 500 bucks, you'd have no objections at all? No. Live and let live is my motto. For 500 dollars, a lot of money, Mr. Craven. Well, I can be a lot of trouble, Mr. Hunter. And suppose I had you reported to the commissioner, you'd be wasting your time. They'd been trying to get rid of me for years. But they never could get anybody to testify against me. Maybe I'd be willing to. Are you kidding? You don't like publicity anymore in your racket than I do in mine. You better give in, Hunter. I can make an awful news into myself. I can see that. All right, Craven, don't move. Now, what do you think you're going to do with that gun?

4:02Something the police commissioner couldn't do. I'm going to get rid of you, Craven. I'll listen, Hunter. If you don't put away that rod, I'll break you in two. Hey, we are, Craven. I mean, Matt. You're soup. Give me another bottle, Hazel. This one's gone. It's all cut to eat. Say, can a man get anything in his own home without a million arguments? Now, get it. All right. Wait a minute. Answer that first. If Sergeant Corbett tell him I'm still sick and a doctor says I can't see anybody. Hello. Mrs. Walch. That's right. This is Sergeant Corbett again. Oh. How are you, Sergeant? Can't complain. How's Frank? Just the same. Can I talk to him? I'm afraid not. He's asleep. Okay. Tell him I called, will you? I certainly will, Sergeant.

5:03Well? I think he's suspicious. Oh, I can't prove anything. What's all this about, Frank? What's what all about? How you avoiding Corbett ever since the night Craven disappeared? I told you I didn't want to talk about it. But you were with him. I was not. Craven got out of a car to see somebody. He left me on the election till the 84th. I never saw him after that. And why do they suspend you from the 4th? Because there are a bunch of sick headed jerks. Thank you. I'm not telling the truth. But you call him your liar. All right, Hazel. You want to know what happened to Craven? You will not tell you he was murdered. No. Yes, not if you feel better. Who did it? I have no idea. And how do you know he was murdered? I'm psychic. Thank you for telling Sergeant Corbett. You're nuts. If you don't, I'll drop you from the 4th. Who cares? I do. But we live on. Don't you worry about that, Hazel. From now on, it's easy, street. And you do know who killed Craven? That's right. I've had this party. You'll appreciate me keeping my mouth shut. I'm not thinking of blackness. Well, what am I thinking, a baby?

6:04Where's my coat? No, I won't let you go. Get your hands off me, Hazel. No, Frank. I said get your hands off. Stop it. Frank you. It's choking me. Frank. Yes. I hate to break in on you like this, Mr. Hunter. But there's a party outside waiting to see. I'm busy, Brock. Yes, I know, but I suggest you clear a little time for this boy. I would if I were in your position. But then you're not in my position, Brock. It's true. Just the same you ought to see him. His name is Frank Walsh. He's a cop. So? So he was Jack Craven psychic. Craven? The dick who disappeared so mysteriously. Oh, of course. What do you see him? What have I got to lose? Hey Walsh. Yeah. Come in here. Sit down, Mr. Walsh. My name is Hunter. I have a mind of introduction. I know all about you.

7:06Not all I trust. All. When can I talk to you? What do you call what you're doing now? I mean, alone. Would you be a good fellow, Ben? Why not? Nice knowing you, Walsh. Now, I like Walsh. No, what was it you had on your mind, Mr. Walsh? A last Saturday after you closed you had a visitor up here. Did I? Yeah, a dick named Jack Craven. And you think I know something about his disoapirion? I think you know everything about it. You see, I was outside when Craven went into shake you down. A few minutes after, would I hurt a shot? So I beat it to the cart. A 20 minutes later, I saw you coming out of here alone. So you put two and two together? And got four. You killed him, Hunter. I don't know what you did with his body. Then you might as well stop there, Mr. Walsh. Didn't you ever learn that to substantiate a charge of murder? There must be what the pulp writers call a corpus, Delicta. I look, Hunter. You're not brushing me off like this. We can settle this easily enough. I'm no pig like some guys.

8:06Give me 20 grand and you'll never hear from me again. I think it'd be only fair to warn you, Mr. Walsh, that I have a distinctive version to being blackmailed. But you better kick through, because if it's the last thing I do, I'll find Craven's body. I wish you luck. And if you experience too much difficulty, perhaps I can arrange to have you join him. Good day, sir. Smell the sergeant you look worried. I am, Mike. Don't think about that Craven mess. How a cheap rotten grifter. Well, I've asked me, you've heard the last that cookie. I wouldn't be surprised if you were right. I think he's dead. I don't know. Maybe skip two nose. It's funny about Frank Walsh having a nervous breakdown, so soon afterwards. Very funny. Turn right to the next corner. What do you want to go? I hope you see Frank Walsh. He lives a couple of blocks down.

9:07Didn't his wife, till he's sick? Well, doctors orders are not. I'm going to have a talk with that guy. Hey, hall it, Mike. It's not the car. What's matter? Well, there's something in the car. Got her, back up. I guess I was a sergeant. Yeah, turn on your spotlight. That's a drunk. You wouldn't know it. Okay, let's get him. I can't leave him laying there. All right, mister. What do you think you're doing? Come on on your feet, buster. Give me a hand with a mic. Yeah, right. Very good. Walsh. Just two to the eyeballs. I got a good mind to leave him. Wait a minute, sergeant. He isn't drunk. Look at your hand. Holy... Hey, he's been shot. God. Let's watch. Who did it? It's only good. Frank. It is. We better get a doctor. I'll be wasting your time, sergeant. He is dead.

10:19Yes? I'm looking for Michael Wary, the falcon. Well, you made it. What? But I bet it was pretty difficult. What do you mean? And you couldn't do much looking through that veil. Come on in. Frank. Just make yourself... What's the trouble? Well, I was going to ask you to make yourself comfortable. But somehow I've got a feeling you don't quite trust me. I don't trust you? Why else would you carry your hand? What are you talking about? Well, don't tell me it's a compact angel. Because nothing was a bit odd and never turned up with shape like that. That the gun that killed Frank Wart. Killed Wart. Yeah, your husband. You're crazy. Don't you hazelwart. No. Well, it's your veil. Well? Who told you who I was? Well, it doesn't take a nine-stine to figure that out. And please, a look of a hazelwart and connection with a husband's murder. So when a heavily-veiled woman carrying a heater Wart, so when a heavily-veiled woman carrying a heater walks in on a private detective's plowbower later. And chances are she didn't come to consult him for pleasure.

11:21I didn't kill Frank, Mr. Wart. As with Sergeant Corbett, when we found him, he named you as his killer. I didn't do it. You had a motive. If you mean his insurance, punishment is bad. No, I'm not talking about money. According to Corbett, Frank's favorite indoor sport was bouncing you around. That's not true. I don't be easy enough to prove. Mr. Wart. I swear I didn't kill Frank. You've got nothing to hide. What are you calling? Sergeant Corbett. We're going over and have a talk with him. Put down that phone. Now look, Mrs. Wart. Put it down. If you want me to work for you... No, thanks. I've just changed my mind. Now look, you're acting like a six-year-old. Now, I'm going to call the police. Can I say you're going to do nothing of the kind of joke? See what I mean? Puss and greens, Mr. Wary. It's lighter body. It's super fine. It's craft salad oil.

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14:24I just want to teach her you don't go wrong slugging people or trying to help. You're making a mistake. I don't look such, and I tell you she didn't kill her husband. And why did she bought you when you were going to call me? Well, because she was panicked. She still doesn't explain why Frank named hers as killer. But he didn't, really. He says something about 20 grand. Maybe he wanted to leave a message for her. About 20 grand? Why not? I suppose he was trying to tell us something. They're crazy. Oh, look, Sergeant. Warch was a graft. I don't like that kind of twerp. Well, I don't blame you, but you've got to face the facts. There were always a couple of rotten apples in every barrel. How many times have you had Frank Walsh and Jack Craven on the carpet? You just couldn't make it stick, that's all. Go on. Well, my guess is that Walsh tried to shake down Hunter and hundle him habit. But why would Walsh expect that kind of pay off from Hunter just to let him keep running his joint? He wouldn't. But he might, to keep a murder quiet. What are you talking about? Walsh must have known who murdered Jack Craven. Well, he went there last night for pay off.

15:24And he got it. Well, assuming you're right, now all we have to do is find the one party in New York he tried it on. Well, that should be so hard, Robert. There was Walsh and Craven's beat. He sighed from 76, 85, nine blocks. All right, who's operating a new joint met district? What makes you think this is a new operator? Human nature. Once a man allows himself to be shaken down, the odds are he'll go on that way without squawking. So my guess would be that Craven got his when he tried his graft and then you custom it. You know, Mike, sometimes I think you've got the makings of a pretty good detective. Well, thank you. And when did Craven disappear? Four days ago. Okay, then we can now we're down even finer. Craven wouldn't probably give this boy a chance to operate a week or two so he'd have some idea what to charge. Now, who do you know that opened a joint around the middle of March? Well, I heard rumors that the guy named Hotter opened a club around the 14th. But every time a rating party gets near the place, they fall off their tables and run. Okay, let's see if we can run faster. I'm on my getaway from that real.

16:24Let me tell you about my system. So I'm about to find any sign of Hunter around. No, what time's he got? 4-11. I suppose he tries off his... Where is it? I think you go through this door. Yeah. That room down the hall. I'm going to flash my branch. Now let's keep this unofficial for the moment. You can close up the joint tomorrow. If it I'm murdered, I worry about it. Got it? Hello, Rock. Well, well, the Falcon, isn't it? All right. All right. All right. All right. All right. All right. All right. All right. All right. All right. All right. All right. All right. All right. All right. All right. All right. Are we interrupting anything? Nothing that can't wait. Oh, what's your friend, Mike? Well, sorry. Mr. Bartmiss Corbin. Hi. We had an oyer. Well, what can I do for you, gentlemen? We'd like to see Hunter in... Why for? I just want to congratulate him on the establishment he's got here. Well, tell him when I see him.

17:24Could you arrange for us to do that? I'm afraid not, Hunter's out of town. Any idea where? No, I think you should. He might take a little run down to Mexico. When was this? About a week ago. Funny how it would have sworn I saw him in the street, right, didn't I? What you're imagining, things. That must be. Of course, if he's been gone a week, he wouldn't know anything about Walsh and Craven, huh? Walsh and Craven? There's two cops who went into bad luck. Oh, here's to me. I heard something about it. Of course, that's all you'd know about it, huh? Of course. Yeah. Well, thanks a lot, Brock. I'll be seeing you. There's do it. Let me go over. Oh, sure, sure. The long Brock. The long Brock. Boy, you really handle that brilliantly. Shut up. Listen, might it up and cover me and see if anyone comes. You know, it's not polite to pick a T-holz. I know, but it can be awfully informative. What's your doing? Making a phone call. What was he calling? Well, if he keeps quiet, I'll find out. Hello, is that human, Hunter? This is Brock. No business is all right, but some of the customers could be better.

18:27You know who was just asking for him? Where? Is that so? I'd mic-wearing the fork and then there was a cup with him. Of course, I don't make any mistakes. Do you ask me? I think. Wait a minute. Someone just walking. Oh, sorry, Brock. It's only us. I told you we'd be back. Oh, now you went and hung up on Mr. Hunter. That's not nice, Brock. He's going to be awfully hurt. What do you want, wearing? Well, I think you owe Mr. Hunter an apology. And what would be nicer than if we all went over together while you paid it? All right, Brock. What's Lorda's underlive on? Four. But you won't find him there. That's right, Mike. We forgot. Hunter's down in Mexico. OK, be smart. But I tell you I wasn't speaking to him. Got it out, Brock. We heard you as plain as put beamed. You're wrong. I was talking to a girl for the mind. Her name by an odd coincidence was Mr. Hunter.

19:32OK, what are we going to? It's apartment 4C. Oh, that should be it. Sure enough. Walter Hunter. All right, Sergeant, wear your keys. What was he inside? No, not a chance. Let's just skip after Brock here, won't he? But I don't think he could get too far in those 10 minutes. He got far enough, Mike. What's the matter with him? Well, if you don't know, Brock, take a good look at his face. That bullet hole ought to be a dead giveaway. Oh, right, Mike. Out of the way, what's the matter? I want to see where Hunter was standing when he got it. Judging by the course of the bullet, he must... Well, what do you know? It is a gun under that chair. Where? The one you're sitting on, Brock. What? We've been along and maybe Prince. OK. Isn't that a police special? Yeah. And I'll take even money that it's Frank Wilkes' service revolver. His wife was awfully careless, Mike. No, don't tell me you think... What do you think? I don't know, but at least I'm not going around making wild guesses. How do you know it wasn't suicide?

20:32Are you kidding? Well, it could be. It looks like a chump. We had nothing on Hunter. Why should he blow his brains out? Well, why should Hazel Walsh do it for him? Maybe she figured that he knocked off her husband. Oh, then you admit she wasn't guilty of that. I admit that. Thank you. It gives me gentlemen, but can I get a word in? What do you want, Brock? There's a hunk of paper on the Hunter's leg. Oh, never mind, Mike. Don't take care of that. What is it? Give me a chance for him. The moment may concern. I killed Jack Craven and Frank Walsh. Huh? I should like my remains to be cremated. Walter Hunter. What do you say now, Sergeant? I say, don't sh- Me. I'm just coming at the door. Turn off the lights. There we are, Brock. OK, pal. What do you want? Don't be ha- Let go. I said, behave. Huh? Turn on the lights, Mike. Crummy-looking bum. Hey. You know him? Yeah, and I wish I didn't. This is Detective Jack Craven.

21:33Jack Craven? Yeah, my long-lost buddy. Hey. Tomorrow when you shop, don't forget about that wonderful new craft salad oil. It's waiting for you at your grocers right now. It's craft salad oil. The salad oil, it's lighter-bodied to blend perfectly with other ingredients. Lighter-bodied because it's super-fined. Try this wonderful new aid to kitchen artistry in your homemade salad dressing. You're cooking. You're baking. Remember, it's lighter-bodied because it's super-fined. Get craft salad oil. Look for the bottle with the beautiful label. Now, back to the adventures of the falcon. Just five minutes have passed since Jack Craven made his dramatic inference. And strangely enough, Sergeant Corpett doesn't seem any too pleased by his reappearance.

22:34Come on, Craven, start spilling. I want to hear you make like Niagara. I don't know what you're talking about, Sergeant. Why are you cheap when you watch it, Corpett? You'll keep out of this, Mike. This is strictly departmental. How do you think all the other boys on the fourth field? We work like dogs to make the public trust us. And along comes a rotten graft, like Craven, and gives every honest cop a black eye. All right, but there is strangers present. Hold on, my name, folks. I'm broad-minded. You'll keep your mouth shut, Brock. You know what's good for you? I'll be as quiet as much. All right, Craven, I asked you a question. What? That's for me. Why did you kill Hunter? I didn't. Oh, that why did you come back to us apart? I didn't come back. That was the first time I was there. Oh, get me that. Can I put my two cents in, Sergeant? Go ahead. You've been going for almost a week, Craven. Where you've been? Orcinogens. Why'd you go there? None of your business in Craven. You answer a wearing question just as if I was asking them. Why did you go there? I wanted to see my relatives. And you certainly didn't travel on the supercheap. From the look of it, I'd say you did most of your riding in a cattle car. What's the matter? I couldn't hire a Ford any better transportation? Hunter, I have nothing to do with it.

23:34Your power, Frank, wore, said to support your story. War? Did he stew on me? What do you think? You had a fight with Hunter, didn't you? Yeah, he put me. How about why? That doesn't matter. He dumped me in a cattle car when I came to I was an LA. Why didn't you wire us? I had no dough. You could have done it collect. I didn't want to involve the department. Well, that's understandable. Especially if you wanted to come back to kill Hunter. I tell you I didn't kill him. I just got in a town tonight. That doesn't prove it, thing. Where were you with 1015? Why? Because according to the coroner's report, I just got that 100 was killed. Now listen, sir. Start that suicide routine again, Mike. If Hunter wrote that note, he would have known darn well. He hadn't killed Craven here. Where were you with 1015, Craven? Being chased all over the freight yards by some railroad dicks. What? You don't believe me? You can call the odds and check. Don't think I won't. Just a minute, Sergeant. Does this mean you're riding off Hazel Walsh's as I suspect? No. And then I'd like you to double the force looking for him. Let me understand you, Mike. You think Craven here is telling the truth? I do. And Mrs. Walsh is our party. Oh, I didn't say that.

24:34I asked you, Brock. Ain't it enough to drive a guy, bats? Oh, don't ask him, Sergeant. This thing is driving you crazy. Who do you think is responsible? Just what is that supposed to mean, worry? Just what it sounded like, Brock. You killed Walsh and Hunter. I don't know how I can ever repay you, Mike. Forget it, Hazel. I'm only glad it ended the way it did. So it was Brock who killed my husband? Yeah, but he doesn't mean to frame you. He thought it would take care of Hunter. But when Frank booted your name to Sergeant Corbett and myself, that upset his plans. But why did Brock want to frame this boss? Hunter had a very nice thing in the club. And Brock figured he was capable enough to handle it with Hunter out of the way. I still don't see why he murdered Frank. According to that note, Brock thought that Hunter had killed Craven? Yes, but I didn't do him any good because there was no trace of Craven's body. And a corpus de Lec-Tai is essential in any frame. That is why I was necessary for him to supply a body that would lead directly to Hunter.

25:37But Frank never even mentioned the man's name to you. Well, Brock had no way of knowing that. Then when it looked like all his plans were going for naught, he wrote that suicide note and killed Hunter, thinking that would tie up all the loose ends. Well, where did Brock give himself away? When Sergeant Corbett and I were at the club. Before we went into the office to see Brock, I asked Corbett at the time. He said it was a quarter to eleven. A few minutes after that, we either dropped on Brock talking to Hunter on the phone. What's wrong with that? Well, I was a conversation that never could have taken place. According to the autopsy report, Hunter was killed at 10.15, a half hour earlier. And that big news on the phone? He staged by Brock to give himself an alibi. Hmm. He felt pretty sure that Corbett and I were listening in. So, did that answer all your questions? Mm-hmm. I'll spoil you answer one of mine. Hmm? Where did you bury yourself so that the entire New York police force couldn't find you? I'd dig with my sister-in-law. Your sister-in-law? Yes. She looked like you. She's much prettier.

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