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This is Case Closed, your weekly hour of mystery and crime from the golden age of radio. Every Wednesday@ Relicradio.com. our first story comes from Boston Blackie. This week we'll hear a new face for Joe Harvey. His episode from November 5, 1946. After that, it's this Is yous FBI and the Souvenir Gun. That story aired January 10, 1947. SA Come on, hurry it up, will you, Doc? Get the scissors busy. Get the bandages off. Took weeks of work to give you a new face, Joe. Few more moments won't matter now, now that the job's done. Only matter to me. I want to see myself. I want to get outside and see people again. Four weeks. Nobody to look at, nobody to talk to, nothing to read. Just sitting here waiting for this minute. It's the last of the bandages, Joe. Just this one across your eyes. There. Where's the mirror, Doc? Where's the mirror? Oh, here, I'll get. Ah, no, wait. Wait a minute, Doc. Never mind the mirror. I don't want to. Look at my face. Not just yet. Scared, Joe? A little, doc. How do I look? Did you do a good job? The best. You should have been a doctor, Doc. That's what you should have been. Too bad the medical school I was thrown out of didn't agree with those sentiments, Joe. No. I am rather proud of that face of yours, though. Nobody'd ever know it was you. That's what I wanted. I got $50,000 I lifted from my firm's safe. And the police will be looking for Joe Harvey. Only there ain't no Joe Harvey. Not anymore, huh, Doc? That's right. Wanna look at yourself now, Joe? No, not for a little bit. I wanna talk a little. You know, doc, I scared you when I crashed in here a month ago, didn't I? I scared you into working in my face. Yes, matter of fact, you did. Well, I'm gonna give you five grand for what you did for me. The police never had my fingerprints. They'll never know me now. They won't, will they, Doc? No. They'll never know I'm Joe Harvey, huh? I'll give you the mirror so you can see for yourself. I promise you this. Nobody in the world will ever be able to recognize you. Give it to me. Give it to me quick, Doc. Now. All right, take a look. Doc. Doc, is this me? Me, Joe Harvey. I ain't very good looking now, doc, am I? But I am very rich. And I'm free, clear and loaded. Thanks, doc. Nobody's ever going to be able to prove anything on me from now on. And now, to the latest adventure of Boston Blackie. Enemy to those who make him an enemy. Friend to those who have no friend. Okay, doc, you can leave me here. I'll grab a cab. Yeah, sure you're all right, Joe? Sure. After I got over the shock of seeing my new face. Thanks for taking me downstairs, Doc. And thanks a million for what you did to my kisser. It's all right, Joe. We're square. Cap. Hey, Cap. Thanks again, Doc. So long. You won't be seeing me. No, I don't believe I will. Where to, Johnny Transcendental? What are you staring at, huh? Nothing. Nothing. Hey, what's been going on in town for the past month, driver? I've been kind of out of touch with things. Nothing much happening. Police are still looking for that Donald Tate guy for a cop killer, but that's all that's exciting. You think they'll get him? Can't miss. They always get a cop killer. You know, Zest pictures been in the papers every day. They'll get them. I hope they do. Do you miss that? Hey, what'd you stop here for? Traffic light. The light's green. Is it? Oh, that's right. Hey, here comes the traffic cop. Come on, get started. I'm trying, everybody. Well, now, what's going on here? Get my butts out of here. You're holding up pressure. Officer. Officer, look at the fact I'm riding here. And who should it be now? The president? Donald Tate. Okay, Tate, don't even blink or I'll shoot you here on the spot. Tate. You think I'm Donald Tate? You're easy, Tate. Obviously, I recognized him the minute he got in my cab. That's why I stole his hat. Of course he's Tate. I couldn't miss knowing him. I've been studying his picture every day for a month. Mean a promotion for me? Sure. But I'm not Donald Tate, officer. I'm Joe Hut. Who? I'm not Donald Tate. I don't care who I look like, I'm not Tate. Keep talking, killer. Only I won't be listening. You're Tate, all right. Drive down to police headquarters, kid. We got a real prize package to deliver. So this guy Tate we got locked up does nothing but scream for Boston Blackie. Hey, Rollins? That's right. Inspector Faraday, sir. Let him scream. It'll do him good. Now, what about Blackie? He's on his way down, Inspector. You gonna let him see Tate when he gets here? Why not? That guy's still Yelling he isn't Donald Tate. Oh, he's calmed down now. We never did have Tate's fingerprints, did we, Inspector? What difference does that make? We got his picture, didn't we? A dozen witnesses saw him knife that cop. A couple of them knew Tate personally. I don't need another thing. Oh, yes, you do, Inspector. You need me. Yeah, sure. Like I need a hole in the head. Blackie, anything in your head would be an improvement. Hello, Rollins. Hello. Glad you're here, Blackie. What did you say, Rollins? I said, man, what are you doing here? Blackie. That's better. Blackie, you know we've got Donald Tate and he's screaming he wants to see you. Well, I'm here, but is that all he's screaming about? No. In between times, he's yelling that he isn't Donald Tate and that you can prove it. I don't see how. I never met Tate. I don't know what he looks like except from seeing his pictures in the paper. Quite a publicity job you did on him, Farley. Got him picked up, didn't it? Come on, Blankie. If you want to see him, I'll take you over there myself. Don't bother. I can find my way to jail. Even though you have tried to escort me there several times in the past, Inspector. You got five minutes with him, Blackie. Yell if you want anything. Right. Well, Tate, what's this all about? Oh, Blackie, I made them get you here. You're the only one that can prove I'm not Tate. Don't count on it. You're Tate. As far as I'm concerned, I've never seen you before. And I've never seen Tate before. You sure look an awful lot like these pictures, though. I don't care what I look like. I'm Joe Harvey. You remember Joe Harvey. Half of it is right. I remember Joe Harvey. Only you're not Joe. But I am. Blackie, I know I don't look like him. I can explain that. But first I gotta convince you I'm Joe. Now, look, last time you saw me was about six weeks ago, right? Was on a Saturday morning. Well, it was in a barbershop. Blackie, you got a trim and a shine. I was getting a shave and working on a scratch sheet. Figuring out Monday's races. That's right, ain't it, Blackie? So far. All right, listen, I ain't through yet. We got in a cab together. I dropped you at Mary Wesley's apartment. No, wait, wait. First you stopped to pick up some food. What kind of suit was I wearing? Let's see. Blue, brown. I don't know, Blackie. Good. Harvey wouldn't remember that. But somebody who was trying to prove he was Harvey would have all the details, including the one about my suit. Oh, you believe me, Blackie? Not yet, I don't. What happened to your face? I'll tell you. I grabbed 50,000 bucks from my firm. I went up to Doc Weavers to have my face changed so nobody'd know me. And the rat crossed me. He gave me a cop killer's face. Donald Tate's a likely story. Why would he do that? Why? He figured I was gonna bump him after he operated on me. He wanted to make sure I'd be picked up. He knew any cop in the city would grab me on sight. I get it. You coaxed him into operating on you, huh? Maybe I did get a little tough. But I paid him, Blackie. I paid him five grand right after the operation. Your timing was bad, kid. I was too late. If you're telling the truth. Of course I'm telling the truth, Blackie. Listen, I'll confess to that larceny rap if they'll believe I'm Joe Harvey. But it's the chair. If they keep believing I'm Tate, I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do. But, Blackie, it means the real Tate goes free. Does that sound right to you? What do you want me to do? I talked to reporters this morning. My story will be in the papers any hour now. I want you to go see Doc Weaver. He'll tell you the truth. He's got no right to be sore at me now. Then you can tell the cops who I am. Did you mention Weaver's name to the reporters? Yeah. Yeah, I did. That was smart. I better get to Weavers fast. If the real tit sees that story, he's going to kill your alibi, kid. And very simply, too, merely by killing Doc Weaver. Hello, Mary? This is Blackie. Well, I'd be ashamed to admit it if I were you. Do you know that you've kept me waiting half an hour? Well, it couldn't be helped, honey. I'll explain when I get there. Where have I heard that before? And how is it you never do? All right, where are you, Blackie? I'm in the apartment of a character named Doc Weaver. And you've got some work to do. What's the connection between your being there and my having work to do? When I see, I'll explain that, too. What you mean is you won't explain that either, however. What do you want? Well, Doc Weaver had a visitor before I arrived here. A visitor who I think was a killer named Donald Tate. I want you to get bandages and iodine and whatever else you'll need to treat a badly. Shut up, guy and meet me at Shorty's place. Shorty's? Why there? Because I don't want Faraday walking in on me while I'm working out a plan. And he'd be sure to look for me at your apartment of mine. Now, get that stuff for me, Mary, please. And rush it. I'll. I know. You'll explain why when I see you. Okay, Blackie, I'll do it. So long. Say that again, and say it slow, Miss Howe. And say it before we get to Donald Tate's cell. Okay, from the beginning. That's just what I told you. Inspector Faraday. I'm Joe Harvey's girl. I've been out of town for a month, and I read in the papers this afternoon about this man you're holding who claims to be Joe. I can tell. I don't care what his face looks like. I can tell if it's Joe or not. That's what I thought, only it's ridiculous. The guy is Donald Tate. Hey, how are you gonna tell whether this guy is your boyfriend? You gonna take his word for it? Well, hardly. Only Joe's got a birthmark on his arm. If I see that first, maybe I'll listen from then on. Well, we'll listen together. Daddy. Daddy. Baby, you're here. You're here. Faraday, she'll tell you I'm not Tate. She'll tell you I'm Joe Harvey. Well, Miss, how? Never mind. Wait till we get in the sun. Well, miss, how? I don't know. It's not Joe's face. Which arm, Miss, how? Which arm's got the birth mark? Birth mark? The right one, Inspector. Roll up his right sleeve. What's the matter? Well, see anything? Cause I don't. What are you looking for? For the birthmark. If you were Joe, you'd have a birthmark on your right arm. Only you haven't any birthmark. So you're not Joe. That's what I thought. This guy's Donald Tate. Dottie. Dottie, baby, I'm Joe. You know I'm Joe. Do I? Let's go, Inspector. This isn't Joe Harvey. I don't know who he is. All I know is who he isn't. You. Yeah, Faraday. Say it nice and sweet now, Inspector, and maybe I'll have some News for you, Blackie. Where are you? What do you want? And who cares? You care, sweetheart, don't you? No. All I know is you came back from seeing that Donald Tate guy and insisted he was Joe Harvey. Only that was two hours ago. He is Harvey, and I can prove it. Well, before you go making a complete jerk of yourself, let me tell you this. Joe Harvey's girl was here an hour ago. She talked to the guy we got in jail and she swears it isn't Harvey at all. And believe me, she ought to know. She certainly should. But maybe she had a reason for not telling the truth. Listen, Parody, I've got a guy who operated on Joe Harvey's face and made him look like Donald Tate. Huh? He's shot up pretty bad. Blackie, bring that guy down here right away. Oh, no, pal. He's staying where he is and I'm staying with him. You see, only two people actually know that Joe Harvey isn't Donald Tate. One of those two people is Doc Weaver and the other is the real Tate. I'm gonna keep the doc with me and see what happens. I'll tell you what'll happen. You're in the market for trouble, Blankie. Plenty of it. That's what you're gonna get out of this. I doubt it. I think I'm gonna get something much more tangible, Faraday. You see, the real Joe Harvey has 50,000 stashed away somewhere. And the real Donald Tate would pay a lot of dough if I deliver Doc Weaver to him. I'm gonna hang around and wait for the best offer. And now back to Boston, Blackie. While the police are searching for Donald Tate, cop killer, they pick up Joe Harvey, whose face has been made over by Doc Weaver so that he states double Boston. Blackie knows that Inspector Faraday does not have the real Tate in jail. And after a visit to Doc Weavers calls Faraday refuses to disclose his whereabouts, but insists that Faraday is holding Harvey and not Tate. As we return to our story, Faraday and Rollins decide to visit Blackie's apartment. He doesn't answer the bell, Inspector. Maybe he isn't home. Rollins, you're getting to be a genius. Did it ever occur to you that Blackie might be home and not open the door if he knew it was me outside? Come on, we'll break it down. Hey, Inspector, isn't breaking down a door against the law? We'll say it got on our way. There's a law against abstracting justice, isn't there? Come along, help me. Okay, here goes. Don't look like there's anybody here, Inspector. No, it doesn't. Check the other rooms. Yes, sir. Blackie's not at Ms. Wesley's. Apparently he isn't home. He's not A Dark Weaver's all we found there was blood stains. Blackie told you he kidnapped Weaver, didn't he? He didn't say that exactly. Just said he had him. I'm gonna fix that guy once and for all. Weaver. Blackie. I'm gonna call the papers and tell him the whole story. That Blackie's got Dark Weaver and that he's hiding out somewhere and that I want him for withholding a vital witness. What good would that do, Inspector? It'll show everybody that Blackie isn't such a big hero. And maybe it'll bring him around so he'll cooperate with us a little bit. Will that be all, Ms. Wesley? Ah, yes, I believe so. Four boxes of bandages, two rolls of adhesive tape, iodine, sulfadiazine, sulfathiazole. Yes, that's all. Thank you very much. You're welcome. You bought the same stuff yesterday. You doing hospital work again, Ms. Wesley? Not exactly, but that's pretty close. Well, goodbye. Goodbye, Ms. Wesley. I'll see you tomorrow. Yes, I'm afraid you will. I wouldn't be in a hurry to go nowhere, miss. No, no. Just get in that car. Don't do no screaming. Don't do no nothing, no anything. Don't get cute, Ms. Wesley. I got a bottle of acid in my hand. Your face won't look so pretty as some of it should. Kind of spill out. What do you want with me? I've been waiting for you to show up here. Get in that car. Parked the curb. I. Go on, go on, get in. Put that package down on the seat and start driving. I'll tell you where I. Go on, get in. All right. Only what are you gonna do to me? Nothing of your behavior, sir. Start it up and go straight up the street. Not too fast either, sister. I don't know why I should. The acid, sister. Remember the acid. Oh, now I know. I'm Donald Tate's sister and I'm wanted. Not by me, by the cops. Only they think they got Donald Tate locked up. I want them to. Go on, think. Well, that's all right with me. I'll call Inspector Faraday and tell him. As soon as we get away from this traffic, you ain't gonna talk so cute. Turn right at this corner. Yes, Sir. Now, look, Ms. Wesley. One man knows the guy in jail isn't me. And that's Doc Weaver. I tried to get the doc, but maybe I'd bungle the job. And the papers say your boyfriend Blackie has him stashed away. He's hurt bad. That's why you bought them bandages. And John. What about it? This about it? I fixed Joe Harvey's girl so she wouldn't say the guy in jail was Jim. Joe, I'm clean if I can take care of the phony doc. Well, I'm really not him, you know. Stop the car, kid. There's nobody around this neighborhood at this hour. Stop the car. Now start listening. I want to know where Blackie's got the doc now. Sure. I'm sorry. I don't remember. Ow. Oh, my. My arm. Please stop that. This ain't nothing. What I'm gonna do. Tell me that. That address. Tell it to me first. I won't. Practically begging for this asset. Okay, it suits me. One more chance before I spill this over your kissy. Where's Blackie and Dark Weaver? Don't throw that acid at me, please, and start talking. All right, all right. I. Blackie at his friend Shorty's hideout on Water Street. He's there along the Duck Weaver, and he's waiting for me. Now, please, Please let go my arm and let me out of the car. I've told you all I know. You're about Boston Blackie's girl. He's just as yellow as any other Damon Town. Go on, get out. Scram. Got all I want out of you. You know what was in this bottle? Water, sister. Just plain, ordinary water. Did I cr. Mary? That's right, little Mary. Come on, open the door, Blackie. Hi there. Well, I did it. I did it. He was there, just like you thought he'd be. He practically carried me off in his arms and I broke down and told him this address. So then I waited an hour and here I am. Well, where is he? In jail? He isn't here and he's never been here. But. Oh, but Buddy has to be. He had to come here. Everything worked out just as you planned. Wait a minute. You mean to tell me that Tate did grab you at the drugstore and you told him I was here and he didn't fall for it? Well, it was Blackie. He seemed to. Cute guy. He had a figure this was a trap or he intends to wait until night to bust in here. Well, you hop home. I'll call you if anything develops. All right. Only, Blackie, if you do catch up with Tate, I want you to know this. He Twisted my arm. He did, did he? Now just for that, I'm gonna personally wring his ne. Oh, wait, wait just a minute. Can't you just. Just hold the phone until I get the door open, please. Oh, everything happens to me. Goodness gracious. Just a minute. Hello? Not you, Miss Leslie. I've been calling you for two hours. Oh, hello, Inspector Faraday. I've been busy. What did you want? Well, not you. I want Blackie. Where is he? And where is he hiding that phony Doc Weaver? Oh, gosh, Inspector Faraday, I really don't know. Oh, what's the matter? I crossed my fingers a little too hard. Goodbye, Inspector Faraday. And don't call back, please, ever. At least until tomorrow. Ms. Wesley, I. And that is that. Not quite, Mary. Oh, not. Not. Not you again. Why not? You didn't want me to walk into a trap, did you, kid? Well, yes, as a matter of fact I did. Yeah, I figured that. I figured you gave in too easy in the car, so I came here. Came up the fire escape and got in that way. Now get on that telephone, sister. Hurry. Ya, that's a fine way to treat a sister. All right. What do I do now? Pick up the phone. Okay. And call Blackie. Oh, no. Pick it up, kid. I'm not falling. I wouldn't mind killing you if I had to. You don't have to. What do I tell him? Nothing. I'll talk to him. Don't tell him who it is. I want to surprise him. Hello, Blackie? This is Mary. Somebody here wants to. Blackie, it's Tate. Tate. You're at Ms. Wesley's for a while and I'm gonna meet you and make a swap with you. What kind of a swap? Your girl for Doc Weaver. And if you deliver him, I deliver her alive. Catch you on. Where will I bring Doc Weaver? Get in your car with a dock pocket way out on North Woods Drive. I'll come past. You two are alone in the car. I stop and we switch cars. You get funny. I don't stop and you don't never see a girl again. I don't have very much choice or chance to get cute. That's right. You better leave now, Blackie. We ought to both be in there close to the same time. You're a little nearer than me, so don't get too lonesome. Wait. Just make sure you'll be there. Tate, I've never been so anxious in my life to see another guy with my girl. You know, Sister, this could be your last five minutes of living. You ever Think of that. Not till just now. If it's all the same to you, though, I'd rather it weren't. Oh. Oh, that's Blackie's car up there. Yeah. Part and wait. I'm gonna drive past and see if the doc is in it. There's no car. Cops are in it. Take a good look, kid. It may be your last. Well, all right. It's black in the dark. No cops. Okay, you stay in here. What are you going to do? Get out and head for that car while Blackie walks up to this one. If any cops do try to stop me, once I'm in that car, they'll have to shoot it out with me. And if they do, they might hit the dock, so they won't. Cops are so nice that way. Hey, Blackie. Yeah? Start walking this way, slowly on the other side of the road. I'm coming towards your car, and I've got my gun out, so keep your hands high. Got that? I get it. All right, start walking. Nice weather we're having, Taint. Shut up. Well, it was nice weather. I know because I read it in the papers. Wow. So you're here waiting for me, huh, Doc? Well, I gotta take you somewhere and finish a job I started. Move over. Okay, Rollins, the Turigon. Come on back here, Blackie. We got him. I'm coming. The state isn't, Barney. It sure is. Call him over, Ronce. Okay, Inspector. Guess we got him. So the other guy in jail is really Joe Harvey. Well, what do you know? Who's this guy in the car here? Who's he? He was Doc Wheeler Faraday. And he's been dead for quite a while. What's his body doing in your car then? Good old Faraday. Much mouth, Little. Listen, try and get this, Inspector. Tate killed Weaver right after he found out that Weaver had fixed up Harvey's face. Only Tate wasn't sure he was dead. So? So when the story got in the newspapers that I was holding Weaver, Tate figured he'd have to find the doc and knock him off. I get it now. Well, Blakey, I'm glad you called me and told me about this little trap. We got Joe Harvey on a larceny wrap, and Tate's dead, so everybody's happy. I guess that's right. See, I've heard of people getting into trouble because they had a change of heart. But Joe Harvey wound up in jail because he had a change of face. Foreign the Equitable Life Assurance Society presents. This is your FBI. This is your FBI. The official broadcast from the Files of the Federal Bureau of Investigation presented as a public service by the Equitable Life Assurance Society of the United States and the Equitable Society's representative in your community. At the beginning of the new year. There are few fathers who don't pause to reflect on the 12 months that have gone by to make plans for the future. Plans that will promote the happiness of those they love. That's why so many fathers pick January as the time to increase their family's protection with the Equitable Life Assurance Society. Yes, the finest New Year's resolution of all is resolve to give your family increased security through life insurance. Then keep that resolution by getting in touch with your Equitable Society representative tomorrow. Tonight's FBI file. The souvenir gun. It is a fact, certified by history that after every war there has been an increase in crime. It is not a fact, however, that the new criminals are a result of the practice which the army and Navy gave our younger generation in the art of murder. The hoodlums who are swelling the files of police departments all over the country are hoodlums because of circumstances. Wartime is a period of loose morals and easy money. A set of conditions which suits the criminal to perfection. Let us therefore, stop pointing at the armed forces and blaming them for our current troubles. Let us stop finding reasons for the crime wave and start finding cures. Tonight's file opens in a clearing near a small cabin located in the hill country of one of our Midwestern states. A man is standing in this clearing firing a pistol at a string of tin cans that are propped on a fallen log. Jack. Oh, hi, Evie. What's this? Not bad, huh? No, this is that German Luger I bought from a guy. I ain't missed one of them tin cans in the last 20 shots. Why should you? You've been practicing every day for the past two weeks. That sounds like a beef. It is. What's the matter, Evie? You really want to hear it? Sure. I'm bored. Bored stiff. Well, look, sweetheart, there's no law that says you gotta stick around. Oh, Jack, this has nothing to do with you and me. Well, I just can't take this way we're living now. Look, Evie, I told you why we. I know you had to lay low for a while, so we hole up here in the woods. But what happened to the rest of the things you told me? What do you mean? About what a big guy you were gonna be? I am gonna be a big guy. The biggest. That's why I'm taking my time. Don't get it. Look, Evie, I'll lay it all out for you just once more. There's lots of different ways of making a living with a gun. Up to now, everybody, even Dillinger, has always made one mistake. That's what's licked them. I ain't making that mistake. What's that got to do with us? Staying up here in this broken down place gives me a chance to practice and think. How much longer does it go on? I'm doing a job tomorrow. You are? Where? In town. Then we're leaving. Here. I am. You're not. What? This is just a small touch. Sort of a practice. Don't make a big move yet. Look, Jack, I can't take much more of this. You want to call it quits? No. All right, then we do it my way. Now watch me pop off that little tin can on the end. Jim Taylor? That's right. I'm Detective Sergeant Grant. Oh, hello there. Hello. I heard about you. Oh, I just in to see your agent in charge. He told me to talk to you. I swear I'll pull up a chair. Thanks. Case came into headquarters this afternoon. There's an FBI angle in it. That's why I'm here. What's it about, Sergeant? A stick up in a building over on State Street. Yes? Messenger carrying an envelope containing money and securities was waylaid right outside his office. I see. Armed man forced him into a self service elevator, took him down the basement, tied him up, made a clean getaway. How much cash was in the envelope? A little over a thousand dollars. What's our angle, Sergeant? Was every indication that the robbers skipped across the state line? Oh, I see. Messenger give you a description of this man? I have it here. We've already sent out an alarm on him. Good. Now, is there anything else I should know about? Yeah, we have two good leads. Oh, what are they? Well, the weapon the holdup man used was a German Luger. Messenger knows guns he recognizes. Another souvenir gun, I suppose. Yeah, it looks that way. We also found the messenger's envelope in a trash barrel in the basement. It was empty, of course, but there were several fingerprints on it. Can we get a set? You already have them. Oh, they're on the way to your lab right now. Sweet. Well, Sergeant, let me assemble all these facts on paper, then we'll go to work. Jack. Jack. Oh, good morning, Evie. I didn't know you were back. Got in late last night. Why didn't you wake me up? I didn't want to disturb you. I wish you had. I was worried. What about? What job? How'd it go well? How'd you expect? Went fine. How much did you get? Oh, about a thousand in cash. Wow. Few securities. Got rid of them. Just kept the cash. Baby, you can pack your things. We're getting out of here. Yep. We're moving into town. Oh, wonderful. I got us a suite of rooms and a good hotel, Jack. A suite? Wait till you see it. Real class. I spent our last hundred bucks for it. Our last hundred? I thought you got a thousand on the job. I did. Well, where's the other 900? I loaned it to a guy. You what? That's why I did the job. You pulled a stick up so you could loan somebody else the money? That's right. Are you out of your mind? No, no. It's like an investment. Oh, brother. Wait a minute. Don't blow your top, honey. The guy's coming around to the hotel to see us tonight. You'll find out then how good an investment I made. Evie. Yeah, honey? Well, you finally got out of that tub, huh? Only temporarily. Oh, after two months of bathing in that mountain stream, I'm gonna live in a bathtub. Look, honey, that guy's on his way up. Oh, you mean the one you loaned the money to? Yeah. I want you to meet him. Oh, hey, there he is now. Come on. Will I find out why you made the investment? Just a minute. Hello, Jack. Hi, Ray. Come on in. Thanks. Ray, I'd like you to meet the wife. Honey, Ray Nelson. How do you do? Hello. When this happened, Jack getting married? Yeah, a couple of months ago. Congratulations. Thanks. Sit down. Okay. Can I fix you a drink, Mr. Nelson? No, thanks. Ray, I'll tell you why I asked you to drop over. It's about that dough I loaned you, the 900. Ah. Well, something's come up that sort of puts the squeeze on me. I'm gonna have to take it back. Huh? Sorry. But you just gave it to me last night. I know. You also knew that I had to use it to pay off a guy. I ain't got it, Jack. Oh, that's bad. Well, when you gave me the dough, you said I could keep it as long as I like. I told you, something's come up, Jack. I just ain't got it. Well, in that case, maybe you can pay me back another way. How do you mean? Do a job with me. What kind of a job? I know where there's a safe that's loaded with dough. It's a real soft touch. No dice. Busting safes is your business. It used to be my business. What do you mean I retired them. Big jobs are too tough. This one's a cinch. It's a roadhouse just outside of town. I've cased the setup. I got the whole thing planned. Jack, I. I just can't do it. Is that the answer I gave you when you wanted to borrow the dough? Is it? No. Then why don't you return the favor? Okay. That's better. Evie. Yeah, honey? You make that drink now. Okay. I'll drink to a good investment. Can I come in, Jim? Yes. Come ahead, Sergeant. I got your message. Asked me to drop over as we received a report on those fingerprints. The ones on the messenger's envelope? That's right. They belong to a man named John Belmont, also known as Jack Belmont. Belmont? Mm. Never heard of him. Did he have a criminal record? He's wanted by the United States Army. Deserted over two years ago. Wow. We had no report on him since. Must have been hiding up. Now that the war is over, he figured the heat was off. Probably. How did you have the report back from Washington so fast? By teletype. Oh. By the way, he deserted from this district. I see. Anything else on him? Mostly routine stuff. There's one note here, however, that states he's an expert shot. Did he serve overseas? No. Wonder where he picked up the Luger. He didn't have to go overseas to get that. Unfortunately, too many guns brought back as souvenirs are getting into the hands of men like Belmont. Yeah, well, there's the story, Sergeant. But it still doesn't bring us any closer to apprehending him. That's true. One thing is certain. If he's come out of hiding, he'll undoubtedly attend another job. We've got to pick him up before he does. Okay. Let's go inside. What about the car? We leave it here, right in front of the roadhouse. I gave the doorman a fin, told him we didn't want to get all jammed up back in the parking lot. Ah. Let's go. Now you know the setup. Once we're inside, we head to the manager's office, right? An old safe. You should crack it in no time at all. Here we are. Go ahead, honey. Ray. Okay, we head right down here, past the bar. Come on. Hey, this is a real nice place. Maybe we could stay a while. That'd be great. That's the manager's office. Right ahead. Yeah. Evie, you wait here. Right outside the store. Okay. We're going in. What do you want? We got something for you, mister. Huh? Yes. There's the safe. Ray. Huh? How's it look to you? Soft touch. You got the soup? Yeah, right here. How long will it take? Just a couple of minutes. But it'll be noisy. I'll cover that. You get to work. Right. Everything okay? Naturally. What do we do now? You and me are going to have a little dance. What? Come on, let's get on the floor. Are you crazy? Come on. We ain't done this in a long time. No? Let's dance over by the band then. Why? I want to talk to the leaders. What for? Got a request for him. Oh, Jack, honey. Fellas lead, girls follow. Oh, mister. Yes? I got a request for you. I'll be glad to play it. What's the tune? Oh, no special tune. Just so long as it's loud. Sorry, that's for squares. So is this. What? Don't rumble, mister. You do as I say. I'll keep the gun right under my coat. Now play loud. Beat it out, boys. Loud. Come on. Keep an eye on that door for Nelson, honey. Yeah. Can't you play any louder? More fresh, boy. Beat it up. How's that? Okay. Keep it that way. Jack, the door's open. He's coming out. Well, all right, mister. Take it down, count boy. Keep it that way till we get out of here. Thanks for the content. We will return in just a moment to tonight's file which shows how the FBI brings to justice these criminals who have succeeded in pulling the wool over the eyes of honest citizens. Now a word about men who pull the wool over their own eyes. I'm thinking particularly of many, many fathers in this country. In the back of their minds, they know there's a question they ought to ask themselves. But they keep dodging that question. They refuse to ask themselves, if I should die, how would my family get through the critical years before our youngest child finished high school? How long would my wife and children continue to be well fed, well housed and well clothed? Please don't say to yourself, oh, I guess they'd get along all right. That's pulling the wool over your eyes again. What you're after now is a true and honest answer. To help you get it, the Equitable Life Assurance Society has prepared a special fact facing chart which has these three advantages. First, its simplicity itself. You can fill it out in five minutes flat. Second, you are guided every step of the way by easy to understand pictures which illustrate the unavoidable expenses your family will have to meet. Third, when you're finished with this fact facing chart you'll have a clear, accurate and complete picture of Just what income your family would need during the critical years. Okay, Mr. Cross, I'm ready to pull the wool off my eyes. How about telling me where to get this fact facing chart and how much it'll cost? Why, it doesn't cost a cent. The Equitable Society representative in your community will be glad to bring you a copy of this chart. Phone him tomorrow or send a postcard care of this station to the Equitable society that equi t a BLE the Equitable Life Assurance Society of the United States. And now back to the FBI file. The souvenir gun. Because we are a nation of collectors and souvenir hunters, almost every member of the armed forces brought back something to show the folks at home. Something to identify him even more than the uniform with the specific victories in his theater of the war. Many of those souvenirs were foreign weapons. Weapons which ranged from single shot pistols to Japanese machine guns which had been used to kill. Now, with the war over, those weapons are falling into strange hands and being used again as instruments of murder. Now, to protect yourselves, your FBI asks those of you who have possession of souvenir weapons to comply with all laws where required and have them registered if you have not already done so. By doing that, you'll be doing your part in fighting the crime wave. Tonight's file continues. Several hours have passed since the daring roadhouse holdup. Detective Sergeant Grant is paying a late evening call at the apartment of FBI Special Agent Jim Taylor. Well, Jim, I hope I didn't wake you up. Not at all, Sergeant. I was reading. Good. What's on your mind? Well, I've just come from investigating a hold up at a roadhouse out on Route 16. Yes, their safe was cracked open. Over $12,000 was taken. I think the man who engineered the job was our friend, Jack Belmont. Really? Yes. Pretty clever job, too. What have it here? Two men entered the manager's office. Before he could call for help, one of them slugged him with the butt of a gun. Could he describe the men? Just sketchily. But he caught a glimpse of the gun. Oh, he's certain it was a German Luger. Is that what makes you think it's Belmont? No, no, we have more than that. One of the men went back into the club. He and a girl went on the dance floor, threatened the orchestra leader with a gun, made him play loudly to cover up the noise of the safe being cracked. Was clever. From the description the orchestra leader gave us, the man who threatened him was Belmont. Had a girl working with him too? Evidently, yes. Now, Jim, I know this job doesn't come under your jurisdiction. We still want Belmont. Wait till I get some clothes on. Sergeant, I'd like to go back with you to that roadhouse. Evie, what time is it? What? I said, what time is it? Oh, it's almost 8:00. Are you sleeping? Uh, just dreaming. What do you mean? Dreaming? Of that beautiful white bathtub back at the hotel. Oh, Jack, why'd we have to come back to this broken down cabin? Meet Ray Nelson. Why couldn't he come to the hotel like he did before? Much better meeting him here. When's he coming due? At 8:00. You gonna plan another job? Nope. Aren't you working with him anymore? No. Why not? Honey, I told you before. My plan of operation in this business is to profit by other guys mistakes. So? So the first thing I scratch is partners. They're liable to get nailed and talk. That's how other guys get trapped. Eventually somebody working for them blows a whistle. Oh, you gonna work alone now? Not necessarily. But I'm just picking one partner at a time. We do the job, then I get another one. Honey, aren't those ex partners liable to talk? Not the way I'm handling it. What do you mean? You'll see. Yeah? Hi, Ray. Come on in. Oh, thanks. Hi, Mrs. Belmont. Hello. Is this really a hideout you got here? Have any trouble finding it? Not with the directions you gave me. I'd hate to try to get out here on my own. Where's your car? Down at the foot of the hill. Look, Jack, I can't stay very long. So let's cut up the dough, shall we? Ray, I'm afraid I got bad news for you. What? You ain't cutting in on that job, huh? I'm keeping the whole thing. You mean you made me come all the way out here? The trip wasn't wasted. Wait a minute. Put that gun away. Sorry, Ray. Jack, that's how you handle ex partners, baby. Now we'll take him down to the river, tie some weights on him and he can have one of them bears you were beefing about. Body's right over here, Jim. When was he picked up? Early this morning. He moved right here to the morgue. This is it? Well, according to the coroner, he's been dead less than 48 hours. Where was the body found? Near the municipal docks. Bullet wound on the temple. Yeah, he was obviously dead before he landed in the river. You say his name is Nelson? Yeah, Ray Nelson. How did you link him with Jack Belmont? Well, a bullet in his head was found to have been fired from a German Luger. So we took a chance. Called in the manager of that roadhouse to look at the body. And he identified him as the other man. Right. Belmont evidently double crossed his own partner. Looks that way. Find anything in his pockets? Yes, his possessions are right here. Anything of special interest? Oh, just this card of matches. Yeah. Nice. Some writing on the inside flaps, huh? Two traffic lights turn left. One traffic light turn right. Highway 9 and 17 miles left 1 and 16 miles. Cabin top of hill, right side of road. What do you make of it, Jim? Find out where this man lives? Yeah, right here in the city. Well, Sergeant, it's possible these are directions to a place that Belmont is using as a hideout. This man Nelson could have gone out there, been killed and dumped in the river. His body was found right here in town. Yes, I know, but there's a pretty swift current in the river this time of year. He could have been dumped in from any place upstream. Jim, if you're right, these directions should lead us right to him. No, I'm afraid it's not that easy. Oh, we don't know where Belmont was when he wrote these directions down. Sergeant, do you know if Nelson had a job of any kind? He had a part time job in a pool room. Well, then there are three places we know of where he could have been when he took down these directions. His home, the pool room or the roadhouse. Right. Sergeant. Why don't you call headquarters, give them these directions, see if they'll send out squad cars from all three locations. Okay. Then we'll hop over there and wait for the results. Jim. Yes, Sergeant. First squad cars reported one that left in Nelson's house. Yeah. Any luck? No, it led them to the state university. Well, we'll just have to wait for the next one. Here's a report on the second car, Jim. On the left in the pool room. Yeah, they drew a blank too. What happened? Took them to the main street of Centerville. Just one more to go. I know. Let's keep our fingers crossed. Now, Jim, our hunch didn't work out. Third car checked in. Yeah, they didn't find a thing either. Let's see those matches again. Here. You gave them the right directions. I felt sure that. Hey, wait a minute. What? Why didn't I think of this before? Come on, Sergeant. This time we'll make the trip. Jack. Yeah. Honey? Will you stop shooting? What's the matter, baby? I can't stand it anymore. I can't stand this place. Look, are you going to start that again? Why can't we leave? I told you, we got to lay low till the heat's off. That's all we ever do. Now, wait a minute. We got 12,000 on that last job, didn't we? Well, what good does it do us? What good is stealing money? If we're going to spend the rest of our lives hiding out, why can't we have fun with it? Evie, I told you, I'm running this show. Then you can keep it. What do you mean? I'm getting out. I mean it. I'm sick and tired of. Wait a minute. Look down the hill. What? There's a car park down there. Where'd it come from? I don't know. But I'm going to find out. There we are. Belmont. What? Put down that gun. Not a chance, Mr. Jack. I've done some target practice myself. Belmont. Who are you? I'm a special agent of the FBI. How'd you get here? We got the directions from the pocket of a man named Nelson. He's dead. We found his body. The directions you gave him were written on this match. Cover place he called you from. Name is here on the matches. Joe's Bar and Grill. You see, Belmont, you really. Let us hear yourself. Jack Belmont was turned over to the local authorities and convicted of first degree murder. He was sentenced to be executed. His wife, Eve Belmont was sentenced to life imprisonment. This file was closed successfully by your FBI and the local police department of the city in which the crime occurred. In that respect, this case resembles many others. Cases on which your FBI worked long and hard, but on which they could not have been successful if it had not been for the cooperation of the local police department. Your FBI is very proud of its reputation, but it wishes to acknowledge now what it has repeated in the past. Your local police represent your first line of defense against crime. In just a moment we will tell you about next week's extension. Exciting case from the files of your FBI. When the breadwinner of a family dies, what are the critical years for his wife and children? The critical years are the years before the youngest child finishes high school. Years in which the home must be kept together. To help you estimate just what income your family would need during those critical years, the Equitable Life Assurance Society has prepared a special back facing chart for fathers. Your Equitable Society representative will be glad to bring you a copy of this fact facing chart. Phone him tomorrow or send a postcard care of this station to the Equitable Life Assurance Society of the United States. Next week we will bring you another colorful story from the files of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. The Sunshine Swindler the incidents used in tonight's Equitable Life Assurance Society's broadcast are adapted from the files of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. However, all names used are fictitious and any similarity thereof to the names of persons living or dead is accidental. Tonight the music was composed and conducted by Frederick Steiner. Your narrator was Dean Carlton. This is your FBI is a Jerry Devine production. 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