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THE EDDIE GARRET CASE and THE HARRY BAKER CASE RICHARD DIAMOND, PRIVATE DETECTIVE
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RICHARD DIAMOND, PRIVATE DETECTIVE In 1945, Dick Powell portrayed Phillip Marlowe in the movie "Murder My Sweet" based on Raymond Chandler's novel "Farewell My Lovely". This was a radical departure in character for Mr. Powell from a Hollywood song and...
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That's S P A CE80 to match with a licensed therapist today, go to talkspace.com and Enter promo code SPACE80. When the Moore family ditched cable Internet and switched to Sidly Fiber, they got so much more. Mr. Moore got more upload speed for next level gaming and livestreaming to the masses. With reliable service, Mrs. Moore is no longer her family's IT guru, leaving her more time to stream games into overtime. Let's go. And young Mason Moore got more done quickly uploading HD product demos and video conferencing. Without freesight, the numbers look good. Brad, you're on mute. Switch from cable Internet to Zibly fiber and get more of what you love for $65 less per month than cable@ziply fiber.com Here is another in NBC's great parade of new shows now. Dick Powell as Richard diamond, private detective. Hello there. This is Diamond. You know, I saw something the other day that's as typical of New York as the Empire State Building. I was walking down second Avenue when I spotted some kids around the fire hydrant. They had turned it on and the whole gang was splashing around, keeping cool. They'd done something else, too. They'd found a barrel. And I suddenly remembered when I used to play in the gutter with the same kind of barrel. It's open at both ends, and when it's held over the gushing hydrant, it acts like a big hose. And a lot of passing New Yorkers can end up pretty wet. I stopped and watched. And just like always, one of New York's finest showed up and the kids scattered. He turned off the water, and the fun was over. But not for long. Somebody was sure to give the kids a monkey ranch. And ten minutes after the cop had disappeared, the street would be flooded again. Yeah, a kid can have a lot of fun, even in a big city. But it's unfortunate that every once in a while there's a boy who forgets to have fun and heads for trouble. Like a case I got mixed up in not long ago. It all started in a candy store under the L on 9th Avenue. I'm just closing up, boys. We want to talk to you, Pop. I told you I was closing up. Come back tomorrow and we can talk then. Eddie said he wanted to talk to you, Pop. You better listen. Hey, what is this? You kids get out of my store. You want to buy something, you come back tomorrow. You ain't been making enough on your number. Sales. We come to see why not. Oh, so that's it. First they threatened to beat me up unless I sell the numbers. Then they get sore because I ain't selling enough and send young hoodlums to see that they do. Well, you go tell your boss that I'm through selling numbers to poor people who think they can get rich quick. You tell your boss if he don't like it, I'm going to the police. Tell your boss that. Sure, we'll tell him. He wants us to tell you something. I don't want to hear nothing from you bunch of no goods. Now, you get out of here. Oh, no. That ain't nice, is it, Jim? No, that ain't nice at all. I told you to get out. If you don't, I'll call a cop. You ain't calling anybody. Pop. What are you doing? You get away. Help. No, please. Help. Shut up. Okay, Jim, make him shut up, please. I'm an old man. Yeah, yeah, sure you are, Pop. But old guys like you need exercise. Think he said enough? Yeah. Grab some items. Cigarettes and cigars off the counter. Sure. Hey, we better get out of here. Maybe somebody heard him yelling. Okay. Grab me a box of candy, too. I got a date with Nancy tonight. I'll grab a couple. I got a date, too. So let's go down this alley. Yeah, okay. Okay. Slow it down. Let's get over to 27th Street. Come on. Mr. Parrish wants to see us, right. Hey, Ed. Yeah? You want to see your brother today? Yeah. How's he doing? He's doing all right. Ain't he scared or nothing? Eddie. What's the matter? Eddie? Oh. Hey, what did I say? What did I say, huh? I told you once not to say nothing about my brother. I was just asking. I didn't say nothing. Hey, he asked if he was scared, didn't you? Okay, okay. Well, he ain't scared. He's a big shot. He wasn't scared of the guy knocked off by the cops or nothing else. See? Not even a hot seat. Hey, that's a cop has spotted us. Come on. Diamond Detective Agency. We filtered the chalk on the way to your throat. Oh, for Pete's sake, Diamond, aren't you ever serious? Well, Lieutenant Levinson. What's the matter with you? Did someone swipe one of your ulcers? Now stop that. I wouldn't call you unless it was something important. I know you're losing Sergeant Otis to Barnum and Bailey. You stop that. Ringling Brothers. Don't be ridiculous. I'm not. What other sideshow could boast a pointed head with a gray suede face? Diamond, I have an important message for you. So for the sake of my sour stomach, act like a normal human being for five minutes. It's sure to be a strain, but go ahead. Bill Garrett wants to see you. Bill Garrett? Yes. He goes to the electric chair tonight at 8 o' clock and he wants to see you. Well, he can't sit in my lap. Look, I don't like the type any more than you do. He's going to die. So why the cracks? The guy he shot had a wife and two kids. Maybe you want me to make cracks about them. All right, all right. But will you see him? It's his last request. All right, sure. I'll call the warden and tell him you'll be up. Now, you be sure and put in the call. If Otis does it, the warden will get so confused they'll turn Garrett loose and toast me. Well, in my business you get a lot of scurry ones, but you never know where they'll lead. So if you've got that nervous got to get in trouble feeling, you follow it up. I put in a call to my lovely redhead, Helen Ayr, and told her I'd be a little late, but to keep the bottle spinning. Anyway, then I took off for Sing Sing. Hello, Garrett. Hello, Simon. I'm glad you got here. Wouldn't miss it. Neither would I, unless I could help it. Look, Garrett, I'm busy and you're on a tight schedule. Now, what's on your mind? Well, it's like this, Rick. The name's Diamond. Okay, I know you hate guys like me. But I ain't ashamed of what I done. That's the way I live. That's the way I'm gonna go out. If you want someone to listen to you feel sorry for yourself, you'll be long. In a few minutes. Before eight. Maybe I better. Forget it. You ain't got no use for nothing. I got use for everything. That doesn't include guys like you. There's no middle with me, Garrett. It's gotta be right or wrong. And right keeps you out of trouble, huh? Well, not always. But it helps people to live together. Okay, I guess. You know I got a kid brother. Yeah? He's going on 17. And it looks like the family's gonna have another guy for you to hate. What do you want me to do? He thinks I'm a big shot. I want you to convince him I'm not. What's he done? I don't know. But he's just like I was when I was that age. Tough, wise guy. Wants to be just like me. Has he been up here to see you? Yeah, but that don't change his mind. Just makes him madder at the world. I ain't getting soft, see? But he's a great little guy. And he's smart. A lot smarter than I was. It's just gonna take someone to show him which foot to get off on it. Ah. Okay, okay. What's his first name and where can I find him? His name's Eddie. He's got a club they call the Panthers. You know the kind? Yeah, with me it was the Brownies. It's over on 26th Street. And he's got a girl he told me about. Her name's Nancy Hyde. She lives with her aunt over 37th Street. Okay, I'll see what happens. He's tough. Oh, lots of guys are tough, Garrett. Sometimes if they get a break, they turn out to be so tough they even get to be all American. Hey, I'd like that. I'd like to see the kid get to be all American. That might be a little difficult, but you never know. Maybe they've got television down there. The kids around here, boss. Okay, tell them to come in. Okay, Eddie. Go on in. Thanks, Muscle man. Are you Mr. Parish? Hello, Eddie. We took care of old man Thompson like you said. Good, good. You beat him up bad? Bad enough. Yeah, yeah, we really waked him over. We got. Shut up. I'll do the talking. What do you think's running a schmop anyway? Okay, okay. Get a load of that, Bart. We got a big shot. Yeah, yeah. You run your bunch pretty good, don't you, Eddie? I run the whole club. The Panthers got 23 members. Now, you hear that, Bart? 23 members. And Eddie's a big boss. I like that. I like you, Eddie. You and me and the 23 Panthers is gonna go a long way. Well, that's something I wanted to talk to you about, Mr. Parrish. We're getting awful tired of just beating up guys. We want to start doing something big, like knocking over gas stations or something. So you want to start doing something big, huh? Like knocking over gas stations, huh? Yes. Well, you got a lot to learn, Eddie. Well, I've been doing all right, ain't I? Now you're going to do a lot better. How would you and the Panthers like to start making some really big cash? Hey, we'd like that. Shut up. Well, what does the boss say? The boss says. Great. What do we do? It's a cinch. Bart. Go out in front and see that we ain't disturbed. Sure thing. Boss. B carries a gun, don't he, Mr. Parish? Yeah, Eddie. He carries a big one. I'm going to carry one someday. Sure you are. You're going to be a big shot. But you got to learn first. You got to start from the bottom to be a big shot. Now, here's the pitch. You get your gang together and explain. Gary says we swipe cars. So we swipe cars. I don't know, Ed. Beating up guys is one thing, but swiping cars is pretty dangerous. Look, it's a cinch. We go out on the road someplace and one of us thumbs a ride. When the car stops, we all jump in. Later on, we knock the guy over the skull and take the car. Stealing cars is a tough rat if you get caught. But we don't get caught. See, if we catch a stoop out on the road someplace, it'll take him a long time to get to a phone. We drive the car to Mr. Parish's warehouse and collect. 50 bucks, easy. I don't know. You better know. You're in the gang, and that means you're in on it whether you like it or not. Okay. Okay. You're the boss. Okay. We pull a face job tonight. I thought you had a date with Nancy. I got a date. I can break it. She does what I tell her. Yeah, but. Hey, what do you want? Yeah, this is a private club. I'm looking for Eddie Garrett. Who wants him? Nobody, for a present, but I'm still looking for him. Well, beat it. You smell like a cop. You got A good nose. That's pretty close. Hey, just some. Shut up. We ain't seen any. Yeah, that's right. We ain't seen him. Okay, but if you do, tell him I got a message from his brother. From my. From his brother? Yeah. Tell him that if you see him. Oh, wait a minute. I met a carrot. Good for you. Proud of it. Oh, you're a wise guy, ain't you? I'll tell you later. Your brother says he thinks you're in trouble. Are you trouble? That's a hard one. What made him think that? He runs around with it. He says you think you're a big shot. Maybe I do. Then you're in trouble, sonny. What are you talking to this guy for, Eddie? He talks crazy. Why don't we throw the bum out? How are you gonna do it, grow 12ft? Oh, you're a pretty wise guy, you are. You wouldn't act so wise on the other end of a shiv. Shut up, Jim. Come on, get out of here. What about this wise guy, Ed? You want to be left alone with him? Yeah. Yeah. Okay. Okay. But I'd still like to wake this wise guy over. Hey. Hey, what's the idea? You tripped me, Ed. You see that? That's. Wise guy tripped me. You're pretty clumsy, sonny. Now beat it. Why? You hate him. Beat it. You're lucky you didn't pull that knife, Jim. You look pretty silly with a broken arm. Yeah, okay. Okay, wise guy. I'll see you again. Now tell me what you want and then you'll get out of here, too. Nice clubhouse you got. It's all right. It's six o' clock. So it's six o' clock. Doesn't it bother you? Two more hours and your brother dies. So what? So he doesn't want you to end up the same way. Don't you worry about me, mister. Your brother's worried about you. He wants me to help you. How about it? I don't need no help. You're a copper. Guy's like you that sent my brother to the chair. I'm not a cop, Eddie, but I used to be. You ain't a cop? No, but if I was just a plumber and I had the chance to put your brother away for a killing, I'd do it. Yeah, I thought so. You look like the type. You're still a copper. And you're no good. Now go on, get out of here. I don't need no help from a lousy copper. I don't need no help from anybody. Hey, Eddie. Oh, didn't know you was entertaining. This guy's just going. Come on in, boy. Let's go, Eddie. What do you mean, let's go? I want to talk to you. We'll go up to my place. I ain't going nowhere with a lousy copper. Copper? Yeah, yeah, he's been here preaching to me. Better leave, flat foot. Come on, Eddie. No, I ain't going nowhere. You heard what the kids said. Now, look. Yeah. Well, well, well. Guns and everything like it goes bang, bang. Hey, hey, wait a minute, boss. I don't want no killing. Oh, don't worry, Eddie. I'm just gonna put the flat foot to sleep. Hey, you slugged him with a gun. Mr. Parrish wants to see you about tonight. Huh? Okay. He ain't dead, is he? No, no, I just tapped him a little one. Come on, tap me a little one. That was the biggest understatement of the year. He tapped me so little. My health. My head felt like it was in sections. I lay there for a while trying to find the piece that did my thinking. And when I started coming out of was like trying to open a beach umbrella in a 90 mile wind. I didn't know how long I'd been lying there, but when I finally opened my eyes, I. I saw something that made the beating a welcome relief. Hey, look, Lieutenant, he's with us again. Oh, no. Shut up, Otis. Rick. Rick. How do you feel? I wish I was dead. Oh, now, it can't be that bad. No? Well, you lie down here and look up at orders. Makes you want to slash your wrist. Hey, he's riding me again. You're all right. Here, try to. Try to sit up without my head. Oh, now, who beamed you? A guy named Bart Lippett. He didn't know me, but I recognized him. Small time muscle man. Works for Sam Patty. A lovely group. How the devil did you find me? We certainly weren't looking for you. We came down to pick up Bill Garrett's kid brother. Pick him up? What for? Your job's homicide. Yeah, he and another kid beat up an old storekeeper last night. Guy's in pretty serious condition. Oh, no. How serious, Walt? Well, the doctors say critical, but he does stand a chance. Hey, now, wait a minute. Where are you going? What time is it? Seven o' clock. Why? I got an hour to keep a promise. I hope that storekeeper doesn't die. If he does Sing Sing, he'll be building their electric chairs in tandem. In just a moment, we will return to Richard Diamond, Private Detective, starring Dick Powell. But first, traffic accidents claim a victim on the average of more than one a minute, all day, every day in the year. The difficulty is that people continue to think of the horror of accidents as always happening to someone else. It never occurs to us that we may be killed. Dashing out to lunch tomorrow, the National Safety Council reports that in almost every motor vehicle accident there is one or more violations of the law. Speed, drink and carelessness being the worst offenders. Every motorist and pedestrian is urged to support actively the safety movement in his own community. Be careful. The life you save may be your own. And now back to Dick Powell as Richard diamond, private detective. Well, the law was after Eddie Garrett, and I'd promised his brother that I'd keep him out of trouble. If the storekeeper died, Eddie was sure to get life. But if he lived and I could make him give himself up, I'd stand a good chance of helping him. I remember that Garrett had said Eddie had a girl. So I took off to 37th street in a hurry. Yes? Are you Nancy Hyde? Why? Well, I'm looking for Eddie. Oh. Well, I haven't seen him. You're a little nervous. No, I'm just a little worried about Eddie. Who are you? I know his brother. He wanted me to find Eddie. Oh, his brother. Well, I don't know where Eddie is. And you stay away from him. You don't approve of Eddie's brother? No, and I'm not afraid to say it. Eddie's a good boy, but he worships his big brother and he thinks he's tough. So you can just go tell his brother that Eddie's not going to turn out like him. Not if I can help it. He's not if I can help it either. I am a private detective, Nancy. My name's Diamond. You said that Eddie's brother wants you to find Eddie. He does, but he wants to keep Eddie out of trouble as much as you do. Oh, well, honestly, Mr. Diamond, I don't know where Eddie is. He called me a little while ago and said that he might be able to come over later. And he didn't say where he was? No. Well, if he does come, try to keep him here and I'll get in touch with you later on. All right, Mr. Diamond. I went down the hall and back down the steps and hurry. When I reached the street, I stopped and waited for a cab to come along. I took out a cigarette, was just about to light it when I spotted a shadow ducking in behind the doorways, making its way up the street toward me. I Slipped back in the building and waited. Hey, what is this? Take it easy, Eddie. Oh, the copper let me go. That storekeeper you beat up may die. I'm taking you down to the station. What? That's right. He's in a bad way. Now, come on, let's go. I might have known it, but you said you wanted to help me. That's a laugh. This is the only way I can help you. Oh, sure, but if the law picks you up, you won't stand a chance. You may even get shot. Well, I'll take my chances. Not tonight, you won't. Let me go. Let go of my arm. Now, look, I don't want to hurt you, so stop kicking. Yeah, this is swell, this is. Everybody wants to help me. My brother's going to chair. And if that old guy dies, I'm going to prison. Please let me go. I just as soon get shot. Ah, take it easy, kid. The old boy might not die. Then we can work something out. What was that? That's Nancy. That's Nancy. Let me go. Come on. I turned him loose, and we both went up the stairs three at a time. We reached the door, and I got that lousy feeling the screams had stopped. And from the way she was yelling, it would take a lot to shut her up. Like dying. It's locked. Nancy. Nancy. She don't answer. Look out. She ain't here. Look in the other room. Nancy. Man. Honey. She ain't here either. Hey, what's the gun for? Get better. The window. Quick. What's the matter? That car driving off down there. You know it? Oh, why? Because I saw your girl being pushed in it. I couldn't take a shot because it might have hit her. He took it down the fire escape. Yeah. Eddie. Eddie. Who would want to kidnap Nancy? I don't know. I don't know. You're working for Sam Parish, aren't you? How did you know that? I recognized his muscle man just before he put me to sleep. I ain't saying nothing now. Look, you sneak. Stupid little idiot. Aren't you worried about your girl? Yeah, sure I'm worried about her. What's that got to do with Mr. Parrish? Nothing. Maybe. But if he heard that the law was looking for you, he might be afraid you'd talk. What were you and your gang doing for Parrish? I can't tell you. Okay, okay. Then you're on your own. If the girl gets killed, they'll let you cry about it for the rest of your life. And Sing Sing. I'm through trying to Help you, Eddie. You're too far gone. You're no good. Wait a minute, Mr. Diamond, please. I'll tell you. I don't want Nancy hurt. Please, I. I don't know what to do. Well, first, try to take it easy, and then tell me what you were doing for Sam Parrish. We used to beat up guys that wouldn't sell enough numbers. Mr. Parrish controls a lot of the numbers racket. We were supposed to start swiping cars. He was gonna pay us 50 bucks a car. Oh, call him. Call him. Yeah, here's the phone. But for Pete's sake, don't let on that you know anything's up. Okay. I want you to tell him that you've decided to give yourself up. Okay? If he's got Nancy, I'll kill him. You just be sure and tell him that you're gonna give yourself up. He'll tip you whether he's got Nancy or not. Yeah? Mr. Parrish? Eddie, is that you? Yeah. Oh, good. Good. Me and Bart have been looking all over town for you. The cops are after you. I know. I'm gonna give myself up. You're what? Yeah, it's better this way. They might go easier on me if I do. Look, kid, you gotta stop talking like that. You're gonna be a big shot. You can't go turning yourself into the law. No, I'm gonna do it. You come down here and talk to me first. Where are you? It's no good, Mr. Parrish. I'm leaving for the station right now. Eddie. Yeah? You ain't going nowhere unless you want to see your girlfriend scooped out of the East River. You have got her? Sure, I got her. You get on down here. I just left her, and she don't look so happy. She's with Bart. And you know Bart. Well, you're dirty. No such baseball. You get out of my office in 20 minutes or I'll call Bart and the little girl dies. Now get down here. Hello? Hello. He's got a Mr. Diamond. I gotta get down there or he'll kill her. Where's his office? He don't have Nancy there. He told me she was with Bart. I. I gotta go. You do and he'll kill you. Then he'll do the same with the girl. You can't take the chance. What are we gonna do? I only got 20 minutes. Does Parish have another office or a hideout? No, no. Wait a minute. Yes, he does. Sure. The warehouse. He told me about it this afternoon. We were supposed to take our stolen cars there. Okay. I'll call Lt. Levinson and tell them to meet us there. You think that's where they got Nancy? I hope so. 20 minutes isn't much time. I put in a call to Walt and briefed him in a hurry. Then Eddie and I took off for the warehouse. It was at the foot of 14th street, and by the time we got there, we had only 10. 10 minutes left. The building was as dark as a foggy grave and locked tight. We found the window in the basement and finally Jimmy'd our way in. You all right, Eddie? Yeah, but I can't see nothing. Come on. That looks like some stairs. Maybe we guessed wrong. What was that? I don't know, but there was a jockey on it. Come on. Hey, look, there's a light. Yeah, a little office in the back. Now, you stay here. There might be some shooting. Bart's in there with Nancy. I want in on it. This is no time to argue. Now, back over against the wall. Gosh, I bumped into some boxes or something. Oh, shut up. Look, it's Bart. Hold still. Who's that? What are we gonna do? He's got a gun. Answer him. Answer him. Yeah. Quick. Come on. Come on. Who's out there? It's me, Bart. Eddie. Huh? What are you doing here? We've been looking all over for you. I'm on the lam. The cops are after me. So I remembered this place. Well, ain't that nice? The boss been worrying about you. Come on back, Eddie. Got a friend of yours here. Go on. I'm going to circle him. Sure, sure, Bart, I'm coming. Come on over here where I can see you. Yeah, that's it. Okay, kid. Now, hold it right there. Hey, what's the idea? Well, the boss is afraid you'll do some talking if the cops pick you up. So I got orders to knock you off. Sorry, kid. You know how it is. Drop it. Bite. He said drop it. Oh, you love duck, Eddie. You got him. Yeah. Thanks for the assist. Let's see if the girl's in the office. Yeah. They got a gag in the mouth. She's okay. Yeah. Oh, Nancy, honey. Here, I'll get those ropes off. Man, I'm in some pretty bad trouble. But I swear, if I get out of it, I'll go straight. You'll be all right, Eddie. I know you will. Ain't that cold cozy? Look out, Eddie. Hold it right where you are. Well, things are really getting crowded. That's Parish, Mr. Diamond. I guessed you shoot pretty good, Diamond. I saw you get bought. I guess I'm going to have to pay you back for that. The law is on its way, so they find a moral. Eddie. Don't shoot Nancy. Please shoot me, but don't shoot Nancy. Here they come. Parish. You seem pretty anxious, mister, so I'll let you have it first. Oh, no, you can't. Look out, Eddie. Oh, Eddie. You slob. Parish. Oh, Eddie. Eddie. He's hurt, Mr. Diamond. Those parish. But his is permanent. Eddie. Eddie. Where you hit? I think in the stomach. We'll get you to a hospital quick. You saved my scalp when you jumped in front of me. Thanks. How about Parish? I paid him in full. What time is it? 8:35, Eddie. Funny, I don't feel so bad about my brother now that it's over. He'd probably be sore about me helping a cop. But you know, I don't mind. Especially when it's a nice guy like you. Well, Walt busted in. They got Eddie to the hospital. Otis tripped over a pipe and broke his big toe. So they had to throw him in the wagon along with Eddie and his girl. Eddie recovered all right, and so did the storekeeper he helped beat up the kids. All got two years sentence suspended because my lovely redhead, Helen Asher, convinced the judge that the boys would become much better citizens if they worked out there. Two years on her farm upstate, milking the cows. Before Eddie left for the farm, Helen had him over to the house and he brought his girlfriend. Well, we got to be going, Mr. Diamond. I gotta catch a train. Thanks for the swell dinner, Miss Ash. It was my pleasure, Eddie. It was wonderful. Oh, Mr. Diamond. Yes, Nancy? Ms. Asher was telling me that you sing. Oh? Ms. Asher is sometimes afflicted with an extreme case of blabitis. Hey, I'd like to hear you sing something before I take off. Would you, Mr. Diamond? Certainly he would. Do you want it after I tear out your pretty tongue with the lungs or before? You dear, sweet little girl. You mustn't talk that way in front of guests, Rick. They'll think we're married. He's not as tough as he sounds. Come on, Mr. Diamond, give. Yeah, I'll give you a hit in the head, Helen. After Eddie hears me, he may realize that crime does pay. It's on your pretty head. Just sing. Stop thinking like a prima donna. What do you want to hear? Oh, something romantic. Bless your little pointed head. You kids go sit on the sofa. Okay. Come on. Where are you? Now that I need you now that I want you so badly I'm crying with a new one where are you? Where did fate leave you? Funny how I dreamed you'd still be standing by anyone I had you at my beck and call I called you anytime at all I guess I took you too much for granted I never thought I'd lie awake and sigh where are you now that I need you? Now that I love you so madly I could die? How was that, kids? Rick, look. Well, how do you like that? They're stealing our stuff. Come on, Eddie. Break it up. Now. You gotta catch a train. Eddie. Nancy. Oh, my goodness. You have just heard Richard Diamond, Private Detective, starring Dick Powell. Helen was played by Virginia Gregg, Lieutenant Levinson by Ed Begley. Also in our cast were Wills Herbert Sheldon Leonard, William Tracy, Mary Ship, Sydney Miller and Bill Conrad. Music was under the direction of Frank Worth. Richard diamond is written by Blake Edwards and directed by Richard Sandville. And now, Dick Powell. Friends. I want to remind you of the wonderful group of programs NBC has on tap for tomorrow afternoon and evening. 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Each week we deep dive into a variety of mind boggling cases as we shed light on everything from heists to whodunits. We're your go to podcast for mysteries with a motherly touch. Subscribe now to Moms and Mysteries wherever you get your podcast. Here transcribed is another in NBC's great parade of new ho. And now, Dick Powell as Richard diamond, private detective. Hello there. This is Diamond. If you happen to wake up some morning and spot something walking in front of your house and it looks like Santa Claus of jaundice, don't turn the hose on him. He's not on fire. He's just wearing the newest thing in men's fashions. They call it the bold look. And it's supposed to be the masculine answer to Dior's new look for women. It's an answer, all right. Like walking up to your best girlfriend and slicing her down the middle with a broadsword. Now, if you haven't seen it yet, just close your eyes and try and picture yourself in the bold look. Imagine walking down fifth Avenue, very casual, decked out in a new bright purple non shrinking suit, pastel shirt, yellow maybe. Hand painted tie and argyle socks. Got it. What do you think? Pretty bad. About the only thing I can think of that's more gruesome is that little murder I got mixed up in last week. It started in a house out on Long Island. A guy named Harry Baker was getting involved with his private secretary. Here are the papers you wanted, Mr. Baker. Oh, thank you, Connie. What time is Mrs. Baker going shopping? She didn't say. This afternoon sometime. Where is she now? In her room. Come here, Connie. Harry, no. Supposing she comes down. I didn't see you last night. I missed you. I got hold of the man you wanted. His name's Nat Fox. He wants 500 for the job. Oh. What's the matter? That's what you wanted, wasn't it? Connie, I had a lot of time to think last night and. Well, I'm not sure. I don't know. This is the thing to do. You don't know? Oh, Harry, we've gone through this a dozen times and I won't go through it again. If you haven't got the backbone, my dear, you know it's not that. No, I do not. Sick and tired of living this way. Not being able to be seen with you. Watching you being pushed around by that old shrew. Oh, I'm not going through the whole thing again. Please, Connie, can't we wait for a while? My wife's well past 60. Sooner or in the meantime, you live off the skimpy little allowance she dove out to you. No, Harry, no. I want us to live like two normal people. If you're going to start changing your mind just when it looks like we can have all these things, I'm through. Now, Connie, wait a minute. No. If you want me, then you've got to go through with it. Well, you know I want you. I love you more than anything in the whole world. Get that old biddy out of the way or I promise you, you'll never see me again. All right. Oh, don't look so worried, darling. Nothing's going to go wrong. I already fixed it with this Nat Fox. He'll be in the department store the same time as your wife. Oh, Harry, think of the wonderful life we can have. All that money's gonna be ours. We can go to Europe and live the way we should. Yes. I don't know. I'm a little worried about this Nat Fox. I'll give him the $500, but if he finds out what happened, he'll be in a good position to blackmail us. Don't you worry about Mr. Fox. He's my friend. You just leave everything to me. Well, well, well. Hello, Otis. What do you want, Diamond? I thought I'd drop in and see the lieutenant. Aren't you glad? You want me to make you feel good, or do you want the horrible truth? The truth, Otis. I'll steal myself. You turn my stomach. I couldn't without a bulldozer. Ah, very funny. When you're gonna go on a diet, Sergeant, you're beginning to look like Dumbo with a goiter. Hello, Walt. Oh, no. Who's dead this time? Don't be silly. I just came down to talk, see how you were. I don't believe it. Say something without corpse in it. Your smile is like the first dawn of an Indian summer. You said Indian. So what if you said it? He's dead. All right. If that's the way you feel about it, goodbye and good luck. Oh, now, wait a minute. Stop being an idiot. That's all right, Walt. I understand. Now come back here. You know very well I'm glad to see you. And you think just because I come down to see you, I'VE gotten mixed up in some kind of a murder. Oh, a fine friend. Now you stop acting like that. You're a worse ham than Otis. That did it. I'll never send you a good dead body again. Is that a promise? It's what? A promise? That you'll never send me a good dead body again. Oh. Want me to break the law, hold out police evidence? Of course not. You know I was only kidding. Just like the police force, making fun of a corpse. I have never made fun of a corpse. So that's what's the matter. What? Too serious? That's what's ruining your stomach. Oh, now stop that. You know what's wrong with my stomach? I've been working too hard, that's all. So the next time I find a corpse, you'll want to take a vacation. This precinct is more corrupt than I thought. What do you mean, corrupt? Just what I said. I find you a corpse and you won't even look at it. You want to go on a vacation? I don't want to go on a vacation. I look at the corpse. What corpse? The one you wanted me to look at. There you go, acting like I've gotten mixed up in another killing. Trying to make it look like the corpse is mine. What? Well, it's not my corpse. It isn't? No. Well, whose is it? You know. You tried to frame me with it. I did not. Don't you try to shove that body off on me. Yeah? Well, what is it? Oh, hello, Helen. It's for you, Rick. Thanks. Hi, baby. Hold it a minute. Walt. You better do something about that body. Oh. Oh, yeah. Otis put in a general alarm. Diamond's found another killing. Wait a minute. No, Walt. It's your killing, remember? Oh, yeah. Forget about the general alarm, Otis. I've got. Oh, Diamond. Sure, Helen, I'll meet you at the store. Sure, sure. I love you. Bye. Walt. What a funny look. You're all red. Walt. Walt, you're turning blue. Well, I gotta go shopping with Helen. I hope you find the body. Bye, Lieutenant. I'm still waiting, Sergeant. Yeah, Lieutenant. Shut up. I don't know why I do that to Walt, but I always get such a kick out of tying him up in knots. When he takes the bait, he goes for it hook, line and sinker. It's a good thing Helen called and asked me to go shopping with her. He might have blown his fuse. I don't generally like the idea of shopping, but she said it was Francis birthday and any kind of an afternoon with Helen could always work its way Into a wonderful evening. What do you think I ought to get him? Rick? Get him some shirts or something. Hey, look at these. Rick, get away from that counter. What's the matter? My hips too big? Oh, I wonder if these come in baby blue. Rick, now stop that. People are looking. Is there something I can do for you? You seem to be interested in the lingerie. Is there something I can show you? Oh, I'm looking for something for a birthday. Oh, well, then may I suggest a nightgown, perhaps? We have some lovely numbers. This is for Butler? Yes. Oh, then you were thinking of getting something for the lady too? No, just seeing whether the baby blue went with my eyes. Well, really. Oh, come on, Helen. Rick, she must think you're crazy. Five minutes more and there wouldn't have been the slightest doubt. This is fun. Rick, that woman. That woman, the elderly one over there with the mink stove. Oh, hell, I just saw her put a box of stockings in her purse without anyone seeing her. You saw it? Yes, but the clerk didn't, and she left the counter without paying. I know. You know? Well, sure. I spotted her five minutes ago. Not a very good shoplifter. That's stealing. Shouldn't we tell the manager or something? Oh, the store detectives are sure to have her spotted. Why don't they arrest her? Point of law, baby. They can't put the arm on her until she steps out of the store. Now, look, she's going out the front door. Just watch. She's out. She's just standing there on the sidewalk. That's funny. They must have spotted her. She was too careless. Look, that big car's pulling up and she's getting in. They're driving off. Well, maybe the Star Dicks were looking out the window. Well, I'm gonna tell that clerk I remember her description. Oh, now, clerk. Yes? Oh, did your husband decide that they did go with his baby blue eyes? He's not my husband, and that's not why I called you. She thinks yellow goes with my complexion. Better? Oh, yeah? Now stop it. That woman who was just at your counter. Which one? We've only had about 600 this morning. Now, don't be flip with me. The elderly woman who was just here looking at the stockings, the one with the beautiful mink stone. It was beautiful, wasn't it? Then you noticed her. Of course. That was Mrs. Baker, one of our best customers. Well, Mrs. Baker is a shoplifter. Oh, you must be mistaken. I tell you, I saw her steal some stockings. I tell you, you were mistaken. Oh, now, look. Look, I Was going to stay out of this. But what Mrs. Asher says. It's true. I saw her, too. Ms. Asher? Yes. Oh, you have an account with us, don't you, Miss Asher? Until you started telling me I was mistaken about that woman. Oh, just one moment. Oh, Mr. Pennywig. Mr. Pennywig. What are you doing? I'm calling the manager. The manager? Yes, Ms. Asher. I would prefer to have him explain it to you. Yes, Ms. Phillips. What is it? Well, I'll tell you what it is. Don't ever put Ms. Phillips in the toy department. She's so nearsighted. She's loved to think the electric train is the 8th Avenue subway and climb on it at 5:00. I beg your pardon, Mr. Pennywig, this is Ms. Helen Asher. Oh, how do you do, Ms. Asher? I heard a lot about you. You're going to hear a lot more. Oh, is something wrong? Yes. Yes, Something is wrong. Ms. Asher here spotted a woman stealing some stockings, and when she reported it to your clerk here, she said she was crazy. I saw it, too. Is this true, Ms. Phillips? Yes, sir. It was Mrs. Lillian Baker. Oh, I was just trying to do the store a favor. But since you don't seem to think that the customer means anything around here, I'll see that my account is closed down. Oh, now, just one moment, Ms. Asher. May I talk with you in private? I don't see why. Come on, baby. I know a joint on Broadway where we can get things without the lip that goes with it. Come on. Oh, please, Ms. Asher. It's about the shoplifter, Mrs. Lillian Baker. You can tell me right here. I must rely on your integrity to keep this a secret. You see, we know that Mrs. Baker stole those stockings. She steals something nearly every day. What? She's very wealthy, very eccentric, and very much a kleptomaniac. Oh, her husband handles all her affairs, and he's instructed us to watch her and send him the bills for the goods she steals. Oh, can't you break her the habit? Her husband must lock his pants in the family vault every night. She's under a doctor's care, and he advises letting her continue, but without her knowing that anyone else has found out her secret. She's quite old, you see, and her husband assures us that discovery might be very disastrous. I see. Well, I'm very sorry. I didn't know. Well, I'm not. This pixie behind all the unmentionable can get a person steamed up enough to cause a minor explosion. I was just doing my duty, sir. Pennywise. Mr. Pennywise. Now what? Oh, yes. What is it? Mr. Pennywig, we've had a jewel robbery. What? Yes, sir. Three of our most priceless gems are missing. Oh, dear. Mrs. Baker. I don't know, sir. We watch her very closely when she's looking at jewelry. But five minutes after she'd gone, we discovered the loss. Was it of any consequence? Was it $300,000 worth? Oh, lor. Hey, wait a minute. Who else was in the jewelry department? Oh, several people. I'm so upset. Take a look over there. Where? Over there. The man in the wide pinstripe near the linen counter. Excuse me. I've got to go call Mr. Baker. Now, wait a minute. Maybe Mrs. Baker didn't lift those rocks. That man over there, was he in the jewelry department? Why, come to think of it, yes. Oh, wait here. Rick. Hello, Nat. What are you doing? Take it easy. I just want to see what you got in your pockets. Well, well. Richard Diamond. You must think you're still on the force. Someone just lifted some stones out of the jewelry department. You still in the racket? In a store like this? Are you crazy? No, but I thought maybe you were. Now, let's see your pockets. You ain't no cop. Go on and pedal your papers. Pretty silly with a broken arm. Okay, okay. You don't have to get rough. I'm clean. Yeah, that's better. I'll turn them inside out. Hey, what's going on here? Oh, meet Nat Fox, one of the better known jewel thieves. Yes, he was in the shop about the time Mrs. Baker was. Oh, I've quit the rackets. I. I just like to look now and then. Oh, well, at least he hasn't got them on him. Oh, what are we here? Gum wrappers. I like to chew gum. Ah, well, you chew a lot of it. Better call the law, Mr. Pennywig. Or if you say right away, go to the. Rick, he's getting away. Stop him. Oh, relax, relax. We can always pick him up. I want to take a look at your jewelry. That Fox didn't have the jewels on him. But as he did have a lot of gum wrappers, the first thing I wanted to do was to case everything in the jewelry department. It was an old stunt. The thief chews a lot of gum, palms some jewels and sticks them in the gum. Then he sticks the gum under something, and the confederate comes along later and scoops it up. If the thief gets spotted at the scene, he's clean. Just like Fox was when I searched him. Well, I looked under everything, on everything, in everything. There was a lot of gum, all right. But no jewels in any of it, Rick. Couldn't someone have picked it up already? Well, it's the only thing I can come up with. Unless this Mrs. Baker really did steal them. Well, the police will be here in a few minutes. No, a clerk. Yes, sir. Can you remember who was in the jewelry department when you discovered the jewels were missing? Well, this Mr. Fox and Mrs. Baker had already left, but I believe they were several women. Yes. There weren't any men, just several women. Uh huh. Thank you. Come on, Helen. The robbery detail can take it from here. Thank you very much for your help, Mr. Diamond. Oh, where can the police get in touch with you if they want to ask any questions? They know me. And if you ever need any guidance, just look me up in the book on the private detective. Can't miss it. The one with the biggest ad. Helen and I got out of there just as the prowl cars were pulling up at the curb. I stuck my tongue out at a few old friends and climbed into her king sized convertible. We took a couple of turns around Central park and she dropped me off. The fifth Precinct. And my dear old buddy, Lieutenant Levinson. Don't you dear old buddy me. You get out of here. Temper, temper, temper. I will not be subjected to any more of your fiendish humor. I won't go through another one of these routines of yours for promotion. I promise I'll be good. Oh no you don't. That's the most dangerous thing you could say. Yeah, what is it? Suicide, Lieutenant. See? See? Look what happens. It already has happened, Lieutenant. She did it 20 minutes ago. I wasn't talking to you, melonhead. Now give me the dope. You got him. You shut up. Yeah, Lieutenant. Oh, not you, birdbrain. Let's have the report. Mrs. Lillian Baker jumped three floors from a balcony. Husband Harry Baker made the report. Port Washington, Long island. Thank you, Sergeant. What did he say? Mrs. Lillian Baker? Yes, he said Mrs. Lillian Baker. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to get out to Long Island. Well, let's go grab my coat. Now wait a minute. What makes you think you're coming along? And why in blazes are you interested in Mrs. Lillian Baker? If you know something, by heaven, I'll. Walt. Walt, you're turning blue again. Come on, I'll tell you on the way. I briefed Walt on what had happened back at the store when Helen and I saw Mrs. Lillian Baker lift the hosiery. We reached the Baker Estate about 3 o' clock in the afternoon. And Drove up a long circular driveway to the big house. The husband, Mr. Harry Baker, met us at the door. Oh. Oh, please come in, gentlemen. Thanks. You. You'll have to forgive me, gentlemen, but I'm still a little upset. My wife was a sick woman, but I never expected her to do anything like this. Where's the body? Out in the garden. Right this way. Have you any idea why your wife committed suicide, Mr. Baker? Oh, yes. There's the body. You don't mind if I go back inside, do you? I want to ask you some questions. Then you can. I understand that your wife was a kleptomaniac. Is that right, Mr. Baker? Why. Why, yes. How did you know? Mr. Diamond here saw her steal something from the store today. You mean the jewels? No, no, I mean the stockings. Did she steal the jewels? Why, yes. I. I found them under her mattress after the store called and told me of the loss. She was a sick woman. She's been stealing things for years, but she didn't think anyone knew about it. I had an arrangement with the stores that I could take care of all the things she took. But those jewels were too much. I had to confront her with the evidence. And she broke down completely when she discovered we knew her secret. Harry. Oh, wow. This is My private secretary, Lieutenant Levinson. Richard Diamond. Oh, Ms. Constance Loring. Lieutenant Levinson. Mr. How do you do? Pretty good. I'd like to tell you about it sometime. Don't dead bodies make you a little nervous, Ms. Loring. What? Ms. Loring was here when my wife jumped. She's already gotten over the initial shock. She's been in the library calling some of my firms to tell them I won't be at work for a while. How long has she been here? Why, all afternoon. She's been taking some dictation with her hat on. Oh, well, you see. Forget it. Tell me, did your wife jump from that balcony, Mr. Baker? Yes. Hmm. Three floors. About a four foot railing around the balcony. If you think that there's been any foul play, you can check with her doctor. He'll tell you she could easily take her own life if her secret was discovered. I'd like to talk to him. What's his number? Evergreen 54469. Dr. Leonard Bischoff. Thanks. While you're calling him, Rick, I'd like to see those stolen jewels, Mr. Baker. Certainly. Right this way. Phone's right over there on the stand. Mr. Diamond, would you open the safe with the lieutenant? Connie. Mr. Ling. Dr. Bischoff, please. Richard Diamond. Yes. Hello, Dr. Bischoff. This is Richard D. Here they are, Lieutenant. You can easily see why I wouldn't, or should I say couldn't pay for them. Is the store coming over to pick them up? No, I told them I would bring them down. What's this all over them? Well, I don't. They're all sticky. Got something all over them. That's probably gum, Walt. Gum? Yeah, the kind you chew. By the way, Baker, you were right. Dr. Bischoff says your wife was a sick woman. But he didn't think she'd care to such extremes. Well, we never know what we will do under such stress. No, I. I guess we never do. Walt, can I use the car for about an hour? It'll take you that long to clean up things around here. Well, you got something? Yeah. Mr. Diamond, if you think. I don't think, Mr. Baker. I find out. Oh, Walt. Yeah. Bye. I went out fast and climbed in the prowl cat. I grabbed the two way radio and put in a call to Sergeant Otis. He gave me the address I wanted and 10 minutes later I was rolling up in front of an old brownstone where Nat Fox, the not so ex jewel thief, was now living. I went up and knocked on his door. Well, there was nothing like finding out. Well, what do you know. Mr. Baker's residence. Let me speak to Lieutenant Levinson, dear. He's right here. Hello, Walt. I'm over at Nat Fox's place. Now don't say anything. Right. You remember I told you I spotted him right after the theft and shook him down? Yeah. Well, he's through giving the police department headaches. What do you mean? He can't explain the two bullet holes in his head. I called the station and had them send over the wagon. Then I took off for the department store. I was sure that Mrs. Baker hadn't jumped. And I was pretty certain that whoever had knocked off Nat Fox was in on the Baker killing. Oh, hello again, Mr. Diamond. Have you heard? We found out who stole those jewels. Nat Fox? Why, no. It was Mrs. Baker after all. Mr. Baker called us back and said that he'd bound the stove. Oh, well, that's dandy. Well, I'm going to take your clerk who was in the shop at the time of the robbery. Take him? Yes, I want him to identify someone. I'll have him back in about an hour. Oh, well, I suppose it'll be all right. George. Yes, sir. I want you to go along with Mr. Diamond here. He wants you to identify someone. It's official. I guess it's official all right. When you Point out a thief and a killer. It's always official. Rick. What took you so long? Walt, this is the clerk from the department store where the jewels were stolen. How are you? What's he here for? I want him to see if he can identify someone. Oh, where are Baker and his lovely secretary? In the library. Come on. Now, look, George, I want you to stand outside this door until I call you. Then I want you to come in and see if you've ever seen anyone in the room besides myself and the lieutenant. I'll do my best, Mr. Diamond. That's all I want. Come on, Walt. What are you up to? Surprise. Well, Hello. Why, hello, Mr. Diamond. Come in. Thanks. How are you, Connie? I see you've taken off your hat. You're very observing. I sure am. Why did you kill your wife, Mr. Baker? What? All right, I'll word it a little different. Mr. Baker, why did you kill your wife? Are you insane? Everybody asked me. Then maybe I should see a good doctor. Maybe you should. Like Dr. Bischoff. Maybe he's the best in town. Mr. Diamond, you're being ridiculous. I was with Mr. Baker when his wife jumped. You shouldn't have said that. Makes you an accessory. What do you mean? I mean you're lying. If you try and tell me Mrs. Baker wasn't killed. She jumped over a four foot railing. Yeah. What are you getting at? How old was your wife, Mr. Baker? Close to 70. Why? Pretty good health. Physically? Why, yes, of course. You say you were in the house and neither one of you gave Mrs. Baker a push off that balcony? Connie, of course. Are you sure you weren't out putting two bullets in the cheap thug named Nat Fox? I don't know what you're talking about. Rick. What is this? Who has the money in the family, Mr. Baker? Why, my wife did. And who does it go to? An event of a death to me, naturally. Naturally. Walt, Mrs. Baker couldn't have taken those jewels. She was too much of an amateur. Helen and I spotted her swiping stockings at 50 paces. Whoever did lift those rocks was a professional thief. Well, why couldn't my wife have hired Fox to do the job? Who said anything about Fox doing the job? Why, you did. Harry, shut up. I just said that Nat Fox was dead and that I thought Connie killed him. I didn't kill anybody. You were just coming back from it when you bumped into us. You hadn't even taken your hat off and you were still carrying your purse. I was just going out. Let me see that purse. You stay away from that. Anything in It? Yeah. No gun, but she probably threw it in the river. Nice handkerchief. I'll sue you, Diamond. Look at the handkerchief, Walt. Sticky. Give me that. Sit down, lover. Oh, I'm sorry. I thought there was a chair there. It's sticky all right. Walt, that's gum and gum on the jewels. She must have picked them up. Yeah, right after Nat Fox stuck them somewhere. Y' all both crazy. She was here with me all day. Yeah. George. Yes, Mr. Diamond? Who's this person? You just relax. I want to find out what's going on too. Well, George. Yes, sir. That girl was in the shop right after Mrs. Baker. That's a lie. I wasn't. I wasn't. I didn't kill anybody. One of you hired Fox to steal the jewels. Then you picked them up and brought them to Baker. Here. You killed Fox to keep his mouth shut. I did not. Yes, she did, Harry. We might as well tell them. You're right. But I didn't kill my wife. I can get first degree murder. Why, you dirty old man. You did kill her. You told me you were going to. You were up there and you pushed her off. Try to prove it. She jumped. No, she didn't. There was a four foot railing all around that porch. Well, she could have climbed it. That's right, Rick, she could have. But you should keep in touch with her, Doctor. Mr. Baker, when I was in the store today, I spotted your wife with a cane. A cane? Yes. Dr. Bischoff said she didn't want to tell you about it because she didn't want you to worry. Didn't want me to worry about what? She had arthritis, Mr. Baker. And Dr. Bischoff said she could barely walk upstairs, let alone climb over a four foot railing. He also told me that under the conditions her age and everything, she couldn't have lasted more than a year. You were in too much of a hurry. Okay, Walt, you run with the ball from here on. I got a date. Rick, you didn't tell me what you did after you left me this afternoon. Oh, I just fooled around with Walt for a while to kill the time. By the way, what did you finally get for Francis? Oh, I got him something in the newest fashion. It's called the bold look. What? It was pretty ghastly, but he loved it. Oh. Tell me what you got him. Well, a purple suit. Non shrinkable? Yes. How did you know? It figured. Go on. A green shirt, one of those hand painted ties. Rick, where are you going? Oh, I can't stand it. Oh, that's wonderful. What is it? Rick, what is it? I thought you were supposed to be bugged on South Pacific. Oh, is that what it's from? Yep. Goes on next to closing right after Fink's Mules. It does? You better get those tickets again, see what it's all about. Well, give me a preview. You'll hate me in the morning. There's an answer for that. Yeah. Younger than springtime are you Softer than starlight Are you warmer than winds of June? Or the gentle lips you gave me Gale and laughter are you sweeter than music are you angel and lover Heaven on earth are you to me and when your youth and joy invade my arms and. Phil. Hey, what's that? What? That. Standing in the corner. Oh, Francis. That's Francis. Rick. What are the odds? Oh, yes, sir. It's me. Now, Rick, be careful what you say. That's the new bold look. Well, turn it off. It's getting bidious. Don't you like it, sir? Now, Rick. No. Well, Francis, I. I think it's. Yes, it certainly is. I think it's rather gay, don't you, sir? The gayest. Oh, my goodness. I forgot something. Does it look like a stomach pump? Forgot something? Yes, miss. The outfit wouldn't be complete without them. Well, hurry up. I'm gonna black out any minute. What did you forget, Francis? The spats. Spats? Yes, sir. Seersucker spats. And they were love. You have just heard transcribed. Richard Diamond, Private detective, starring Dick Powell. 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