The Falcon - The Case of the Disguised Murderer

0:00There's one thing you learn working as a private detective. I'm not sure. People will do the darnedest thing. In the case of an ill-earned man, he's a young man hiding in the underbrush in the New Jersey Palace AIDS. For an hour, he stands there motionless. And only when he hears a car drop, does he make his presence known. That's your choice? Don't you expect Alan, maybe good either? I wish you wouldn't act that way. Oh, don't be at school, get in. You weren't followed out here, were you? You stopped acting like a child. I'm sorry. I wonder what I ever saw in a man like you.

1:00You know I'm crazy about you. Listen, Joyce. I want to talk to you about Frank. What do you think I asked you to meet me out here? You couldn't have. The way he would have realized it wouldn't take a chance. Now, Alan, listen to me. I think I finally found the angle. Ever hear of Santa Marco? Santa Marco on his table? Yeah, that's the boy. He hung flanked up the $26,000 last week. Well, it's done a bit. What's I got to do with us? Maybe everything. When he said he wouldn't pay off, Frank got excited, made a couple of threats. Now, is anything what happened to Mr. Marco? Can you see the position that would place Frank in? But what's going to happen to Marco? He's no telling. He might even have a fatal accident. I don't follow you. Look, Alan, there's nothing very difficult about it. But if I've got to put it in words of one syllable, all right. Marco was murdered, Frank would be the number one suspect. And after the cops got through with him, that would leave us free to do what we wanted.

2:00You don't know what you're saying. Oh, it's the only way we'd never have to worry again. Now, the Marco got an apartment at the Chelsea office. You'll be there tomorrow night and so will you. Only you'll be carrying a 38-police special. How old do it? You claim you love me a lot, don't you? If you don't do it, I ask you'll let us see me again. You'll make up your mind, honey. Can a little murder stand in your way? Four dashes at P. 19. Yeah, yeah. Yeah, I guess you're right. Don't stand there with your mouth open. Go ahead, knock. It's no use, Joyce. I can't do it. Don't be a fool. Everything's going like clockwork so far. You're almost proud of you the way you talk to the desk clerk. Boke up like a real man. That phony mustache and that coat will be sure to remember you. I'm scared of it. Oh, listen, you spy on this silly fish.

3:00Gonna let all our work go down the drain? Don't get a grip on yourself. Don't gonna do what. I guess. I won't write out the words for you. Joyce, listen. It's late. The pizza tried to have like a man. Yes. Hello, Marco. Now look, Marshall. What are you doing here? I told you. Hey, wait a minute. You're not Frank Marshall. No, he isn't. But your Mrs. Marshall, aren't you? Oh, yes. I wonder if we can have a few words with you. Okay, come in. Thanks. Tell me, Ellen. Oh, sure. Sure. Well, what you're talking about. I understand you owe my husband some money. Well, Frank sends you around to collect his wasting of time. Don't jump to conclusions, Mr. Marco. I've got no more love for Frank than you have. So I thought you might be interested in helping us pull a fast one on him. What do you mean? The boat's Mr. Crane here can show you something that'll solve all your problems. I don't get it. All right, Ellen. Show it to him. Huh? Well, what are you waiting for?

4:00Hey, put him in that gun. What do you think, you? I don't know. Marco? The Marco? Sure. Joyce, I killed him. Shut up. I killed him. Joyce, we better get out of here. I killed him. I'll put yourself together. Joyce, we may have heard the shot. I've got a chance. Well, these wounds have sound. Joyce, we missed him. I didn't go this far to have your life things up at the last minute. Give me the gun. Huh? You want both of them? Yeah, yeah. Okay, now tear up a button from Frank's coat. What for? Because I want the police to find it clutched into Marco's hand. Now pull it off. I can't. Oh, must I do everything around here? There. Now open his hand. No. Come on. He won't bite you. He's dead. All right, but hurry. Well, that's the way. You know, Ellen? I'll make a man of you, yes. In a moment, we'll return to the adventures of the Falcon, but first.

5:16And that's where Mrs. Wearing's little boy, Michael, got himself involved. For three hours after the murder of Sam de Marco, my door buzzer sounded off. And when I answered it, there stood trouble with a cavity. Hello, Mike. Well, if it isn't Frank Marshall. Ain't it awful? Come in. Thanks. You, uh, he wouldn't have a drink, Candy. It's a bottle of burping to look in the bar, help yourself. Better take it easy, Marshall. You know how I needed that? I got a small idea. I've been listening to the radio. Then you know I'm hot. Yeah, you got the thermometer higher than Ja Ja and Porfirio. They got a trite state alarm out. I didn't kill Sam de Marco. He well-shown a big bet to you. Yeah. And then you're all racking and letting a man get away with that. Good row in your business. I just mean a thing. It does when they find your gun next to his body and a button off your coat in his hand. And what about the bell boy? What bell boy? I'm a kid from the Chelsea Arms. He identified you from one of your pictures as the man who asked you for DeMarco's room number. I tell you to frame.

6:16Why did you come here? They can nail me for harboring a fugitive and that means my license. Okay, Mike. Sorry about that, you. Wait a minute. You say this is a frame? I swear it. If you're lying to me, Marshall. I give you my word. Wouldn't I be a chapter of that anybody seen me going into DeMarco's room? Yeah, that's what I was thinking. It sounded like the killer went out of his way to be spotted. And while I might buy that button they found in DeMarco's hand, when you add it to the other things like the gun, it's too much. And you believe me? You're staying here, aren't you? Thanks, pal. I won't forget to skip it. You got any idea who might be behind this routine? Nope. Well, obviously it had to be somebody who could pass for you. Now, who do you know about your size? Oh, a hundred guys. Name one. Wow. Steve Burns. Where can I find him? He's out on the coast. That's a big help. Can I further the nominations? I tell you the million guys. They're waiting for number two. Well, Alan Crain. Who's he? A guy who used to work for me. Did you fire him? Yeah, he didn't have nerve enough of the business. Well, then, Mr. Crain sounds like a likely suspect.

7:16Oh, you're out of your mind. Alan's yellow. He never even have enough guts to pull a deal like this. You ever hear the story of the worm that turned? Where does Alan Crain live? At the Kenyon. Okay. Sit tight. Did you hear from me? With a little luck it'll be real soon. All right, Foster. What's on your mind? You're talking to me? That's right. I understand you wanted to see me. You Alan Crain? No, I'm Mr. Butler-Water. Well, it was Alan I wanted to see. Any idea where I can find him? What's your name? Mike Warrin. You're a private technician. That's right. What do you want with Alan? I just want to talk to him. But what? It's a personal matter. It tells me a lot. It tells you that you're not going to be a lawyer. You're not going to be a lawyer. I'm not going to be a lawyer. I'm not going to be a lawyer. I'm not going to be a lawyer. I'm not going to be a lawyer. I just want to talk to him. But what? It's a personal matter. It tells me a lot. It tells you all you have to know. Look where he has to send me. And I answered you. I spoke to you answer me. You got any ideas where I can locate him? No, but let me give you a little tip. Don't search too hard. Oh no, you might find something you're not looking for. Why is it?

8:20It's me, Walter. Open up. Hi, Chuck the dog. I ran into Harold Plant. He said you wanted to see me. He told you right. Just put even up to these past few days. Nothing? Why was Mike wearing asking about you? Who? Mike wearing is a private ticket. They call the fork and don't ask me. Then who am I going to ask? You're still saying Frank Marshall's wife? No. You better not if you want to stay in one pink. I swear I'm telling you the truth. Yeah, I guess you are. Come to think of it, I saw a couple of times last week at the War Ember home with Charles Montagne. Who? Charles Montagne. The guy went you'll call the latest in French heels. You're lying. Okay, I'll show you the call. No, I mean about Joyce in this montagne. Why would I want to do that? Because you know, why? You just told me you've cut the rim. Yes, but if she's going with this man, I knew I'm going to get a straight answer. I have to tell you a part. Are you still seeing that day? When are you alone? She's been using you for any dirty work. Go on me, Walter. I'm all enough to take care of myself and this is Marshall too.

9:22Hello, Joyce. Alan, what are you doing here? I had to see you. No, that was smart with a cost hanging around outside. I've done help myself. I got worried. What's better worry about? You don't understand. I killed a man. Shut up. I did it for you, Joyce. That's right. I blame me. No, I didn't mean it like that. You know, there's nothing in the world I wouldn't do for you. Why don't you stop talking so much? Joyce is something I've got to ask you. What? Do you know a man named Montagne? I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. Do you know a man named Montagne? Montagne. Charles Montagne. No. Are you sure? What is this, a third degree? I just heard that you've been seen places with him. Where the told you that is a liar. It comes from an awfully good source, Joyce. My brother, Walter. He claims he saw the tool here, the Orumbar Room. Are you going to take that snake's word against mine? He said he's seen you several times. Well, maybe he has. Joyce. My youth, Nivelling's fool. Here's your head. What can any woman with blood and a vein see in a man like you? And you were only using me. What are you going to do about it? You're a murderer, Alan. Don't say that. Well, that's what you are. Well, you're right, dear.

10:22You're in this as deep as I am if I went to the police station. You shut your mouth. And you get out of here before I really lose my temper. Get it, Arthur. Alan Cranon. Yeah, who wants to know? Oh, hello, Sergeant. Isn't this a little off your beat? Oh, hi, you, Mike. You know the rest of the boy is. Sure. Hi, Artie. Hi, Dick. Hi. What goes on here? What would be your guess? I look corp, but you don't have to be a brain to figure out what place when you find half the homicide division here. Where's Cranon? I took him down the morgue about five minutes ago. What happened? What didn't? Someone got soar and took the old blunt instrument to him. Should have seen his face. I'll take your word for you. Yeah, that's just as well. All right, all right, you guys. How about getting back to work? Yes, sir. What do you want with Cranon anyway? I just wanted to talk to him. What about what? Various things. Like why he was afraid of Frank Marshall? Listen, Sergeant Marshall had no part in his deal.

11:22How would you know? Because I've known the man for years. Well, he's changed. He's killed Cranon Mike. He killed Sam DeMarco and Ellen Cranon. Why should he? The Marco Wilson of Bet. What about Cranon? Well, he was playing around with Mrs. Marshall. Who says so? I do. Cranon kept the diary. And when you can spare a week for some light reading, I'll let you take a peek at it. I tell you you're barking up the wrong tree. I can prove that Marshall had nothing to do with it. Well, I'd like to see you. All right. What time did Cranon die? About half an hour ago. Give her a take a couple of minutes. Okay. Marshall's at my place. What? I'll keep your shirt on. I can prove it's a frame. Who you calling? My apartment. If Marshall killed Cranon half hour ago, he wouldn't be at my place. If you'd taken at least an hour and a quarter to get there from here. And you think? I told you what I think it's a frame. Yeah, but I don't care what you found. Marshall couldn't have done this. Well, there's no answer. Well, here goes the ball game.

12:32Yes? Hello. Here's Joyce, Marshall, aren't you? You're another one of those cops. Not exactly. My name is Mike Wearing. Oh. You're the one they call the fork and Frank often spoke of it. Can I come in? Sure. Sit down. Thanks. Can I all see anything? I'll settle for a little information. You know, Frank's in a bad spot. The police think that he killed Sam DeMarco. You don't have to tell me. I always warn Frank that crazy temper of his would get him in trouble. You want to be careful when you make statements like that, lady. That's the kind of thing they can put a rope around your husband's neck. Oh, did I say something wrong? No, I can't. You'll let's stop trying to kid each other. I told you that Alan Crain was dead. Is that a fact? Yes. So we killed him, Sam. Who said he did? Well, naturally. That's not safe when a man's had his face bashed in with a ball bat. Who did it? Frank? Why should he? I thought they might have had a disagreement over business or something. You sure it wasn't over you? Really, Mr. Wearing.

13:33That's the funniest thing I've heard of you. The cops think you were in love with Crain. Well, don't I look all broken up over his death? I can see I made a mistake. A bad one. And now if you don't mind, would you please go? I've had a very exhausting day. And you've done nothing to improve it. Oh. Now I told you you'd be wasting your time with that Marshall Day mic when I lay my hands on her. You'll know no more than you do now. Frank Marshall didn't kill Sam DeMarco and Alan Crain. Well, if Marshall's innocent, why didn't he give himself up? Because he knew you'd never believe him. That's inside you, you're proceeding in the wrong theory. Oh. Now suppose Joyce Marshall wanted to get rid of her husband. Then why didn't she shoot him and be done with it? Because she would have been the most obvious suspect. You'd have grabbed your five minutes after the kill. No, it was much safer to have framed Frank into the chair. You think she and Crain killed him, Marco? Right. What didn't riddle me this? After they get all through, why should she kill her boyfriend?

14:35The name's crazy enough about a guy she ain't going to knock him off later. Wait a minute, maybe Alan Crain was just a stooge. Suppose there was another man in the background. You mean they were using Crain as a pet? Yeah. Well, how are you going to find out who this third party is? Well, there's two ways to do that, Sergeant, and I prefer the easy one. Let's go up an ass-cut. Okay, Mike, here's where we get off. Okay. Ethan, go back to headquarters, Lewis. I won't be needing the car for a while. Hi, Sergeant. Oh, hello, Alan. Mike's meet-off at the Burke. Hi, Arthur. How are you? Nothing new, Burke. No, sir, I just went off to see. Where's your relief? What relief, sir? Well, you know you're not supposed to go off your tour until you're replaced. Well, I'm not going to be here. I'm going to be here. I'm going to be here. Well, you know you're not supposed to go off your tour until you're replaced. Well, I thought his case was in the back. Oh, who told you that? Mr. Marshall! Why? Well, he went inside about 15 minutes ago. Are you blithering at a... The BBC, Corvus, let's admit, you say Frank Marshall's in there. That's right, sir. You didn't stop him. We had a safe conduct test, signed with the commission. I'll let you know with a pony. Well, how should I know that?

15:35Why didn't you check with your pre-takes? Mark, Corvus, we're wasting time. I'll talk to you later, Burke. Where are your keys? Hmm, maybe this may be on a good day. Yeah. You see him? No. Maybe they're in one of the other rooms. What's this lead to? The living room, if I remember. The case stand back. I give you the word, open the door and you're down. Now! All right, Marshall, get him up! Well, wouldn't you know it? Nobody there? Only Mrs. Marshall and she don't count. She's dead. Let me buy a bit of Carla Carner. I'll get it. In a moment, we'll return to the adventures of the Falcon. But first...

16:39Now back to the adventures of the Falcon. And so death came for Joyce Marshall. And while Sergeant Corvus made with the telephone, I went on a safari through the apartment. It didn't take long. How'd you make out, Mike? There's no one on the house. You know there's a back entrance to this place? Well, there is. That off the kitchen. Well, the net explains how Marshall got out. I guess so. What'd you find out about it? I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. What'd you find out about her? She was strangled. That's a switch. Yeah. I'll say one thing for your friend, Mike. He's a versatile boy. He killed a marker with a gun. I still say he didn't. All right, all right. I'll even grant you that. Suppose Joyce here, an Alan Crane, murdered to Marko. That gives Marshall a better motive. He found out what his wife and a boyfriend were up to so he killed them both. And where does Charles Montaine fit in?

17:39Charles Montaine. Who's he? I found these letters from him to Joyce in her vanity. Oh. Hot stuff? Hotter and hot. Okay. I'll arrange to have him picked up for questioning. But why don't you come clean, Mike? What do you mean? I got an idea you know where I can find Frank Marshall. Maybe I do. All right, Sergeant. Get me a phone book. How much further do we go? Just another flight. Another? I just said you wanted to kill her? Yeah. How do I know this ain't a rib? I have to take my word for it. Let's make you think we're finding my party here. It's the only logical place for him to hide out. Yeah. I'll look for a park on four-six. Oh, see. Eh. Eh. There it is. Yeah. Better let me take it from here. I'll go ahead and... But I warn you, if your friends start acting cute and prepared. That you, Waller?

18:39Yeah. Okay, come in. Did you get... You're not Waller? No. Well, you didn't know. I got a gun. I'm warning you, Marshall. Okay, friend, you have for it. You all right, Mike? I think so. Yeah, let's take a look at our friend there. Marshall. Marshall. You're wasting your time, Sergeant. I can see that. No, no, no. I mean for another reason. He's not Frank Marshall. If you remove that foamy mustache, you'll see he's Alan Crane. Hello, Robert. No, no, no, thanks. I gotta be at home. But before I go, I wish you had answered something for me. Okay. You will expect to find Crane and that apartment instead of Frank Marshall. Naturally. It was Crane's brother's apartment. Then when you said you knew where to find Frank Marshall. I met the mark. When I asked Marshall who could double the form, he named Crane. Well, while I went around looking for him, Marshall must have gone right to his apartment or the two of them had it.

19:39I was going to ask him to go to the park. Yeah, that's for you. Yeah. Especially when you told me that Crane's face had been battered in. I thought it might have been done for a purpose to keep the police looking for a man who was already dead. That left Crane in a clear. And then there was that cop you had staked in front of Marshall's home. He claimed he saw Marshall go in but not out. Yeah, naturally. He went out the back way. Now, you tell me why a man who's wanted by the police takes a chance on flashing a foamy pass when he could have avoided trouble by going in the back way. So he wanted us to think that Marshall had gone in. And then Crane was the one who killed Joyce Marshall too. Yep. But you found out that she was using him for a fall guy. Well, only goes to show you. Never can count on the word not turning. Yeah. Well, that reminds me, I don't want to get killed at a beaten home. So the woman's waiting. Get on my love, call it. Now, where? Oh, incidentally, Mike. You ever give any thought to stuck them down? What do you mean? You know, you know, get married. Go home at night to a loving wife. Oh, I know. You're right. Go home at night to a loving wife.

20:39Oh, that's not for me, friend. From what I saw at a night, that married stuff is murder. Tonight's I didn't.