Chapter 1: What is the introduction to the story of Boston Blackie?
The Robson and Harmon Brewing Company, brewers of R&H beer, the beer with a bowel of quality in every glass, presents Boston Blackie, starring Richard Calmer. Well, Blackie, it's about time. Oh, I'm sorry, Mary. I left the apartment without my wallet and had to go back for it. Have you ordered? No, I was afraid I'd have to wash dishes if it didn't show up. All I have with me is 15 cents.
But you have your smile. That should pay for the most expensive breakfast in town. I tried it once.
Chapter 2: How does Blackie react to a mysterious letter?
Did it work? No, I did. Washing dishes. Well, let's see what's good for breakfast on such a cheerful morning. Who's cheerful? I am. Just because I promised to meet you for breakfast. Oh, Blackie, you're sweet. Well, if you must know, Mary, this is why I'm cheerful. What's that?
Chapter 3: What does Ann Martin want from Blackie?
What does it look like? A very lavender envelope. With a very lavender odor about it, too. All right, all right. Who is she? The return address on the envelope says Ann Martin. Old flame of yours? Not even an old ember. She's the wife of one of Shorty's old gangster pals, Harry Martin. Well, forgive my woman's curiosity, but why is she writing lavender letters to you? I don't know.
I haven't opened it yet. Mind if I do? I'll mind if you don't. Excuse me. I will not. You're going to read that aloud. Maybe I'd better read it in a whisper. Oh, what does she say? Um, dear Boston Blackie... I could have guessed that much, but what does she want?
Chapter 4: What leads Blackie to Ann Martin's murder?
Besides you... Let's see. Uh, nothing important, Mary. Just $50,000. It's very nice of you to answer my letter so soon, Blackie. I thought you would. But I didn't expect such a lovely drive in the country, too. Your request this morning for $50,000 sort of stifled me, Ann. I thought the country air would do us good. I guess I'd better explain. That's not a bad idea.
I don't want you to give me $50,000. I'm talking about the money my husband put away before he went to jail. You remember my husband, don't you, Blackie? Harry, sure. He liked you, Blackie. I thought he might have told you where he put that $50,000. Which $50,000? The money he and the gang got in that Berkeley City job. He died in prison last year, you know.
Yes, but I don't know what he did with the money, and even if that money is found, the police have a priority on it. Well, you can't blame a girl for trying. I guess we better go back to town. All right. What's on the radio Saturday afternoon? Turn it on and see. Thanks. No, not that one, Ann. That's my police radio. Two-way at that.
Chapter 5: What are the suspects' alibis regarding Ann's death?
Oh, sorry. That's what you're in. Right. What are you doing with a two-way radio? Playing policeman professionally? Oh, this radio's no joke. I bought it myself and it comes in handy in a case every now and then. You're becoming a regular Boy Scout, aren't you? Oh, I really never use the thing except for laps when Faraday's men are looking for me. Then I cut in and answer them back.
Policeman's little helper, aren't you? Let me tell you something right now, Boston Blackie. If I ever find Harry's money and you go to the cops... I have friends who will take care of you. Tell them not to bother, Ann. I can take care of myself. Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy. Mary, did that come out of you? You just wait, Blackie, till you read what happens to the hazards of Hannah.
You, uh, bring me the Sunday papers and then sit over there and read them yourself. That's very nice of you. I can't wait for Sunday. I like my thrills in color. Uh, hey, you want me to read you the hazards of Hannah? No, thanks. I'm not hepped to Hannah's hazards. Ignorant, aren't you? Hmm. Here's something not in the funny papers that may be a joker just the same on page one. What?
Chapter 6: How does Blackie plan to find the missing money?
Jack Winters, Bob Talmadge, and Esther Brown are back in town after spending several years at Uncle Sam's mansion up the river. And who are Jack Winters and so forth? Well, I don't think you know them socially, Mary. They came from the far side of the wrong side of the tracks. Then how do you happen to know them? I've been hopping back and forth over those tracks all my life.
They were pals of Harry Martin's. And who is Harry Martin? Before he died in jail last year, he was Ann Martin's husband. Oh, and Ann Martin is the girl you saw yesterday who wanted you to tell her where her husband hid his $50,000. Yes. And it's just possible that there's a connection between Ann Martin wanting to find out where her husband's money is hidden and the release of Harry's old pals.
How? Well... Harry Martin was a pretty smart guy. He undoubtedly told just one of the three where he hid the $50,000, and I think Ann, his wife, knows he did, too. Why do you think that? Ann found out her husband's old pals were going to be released from prison and knew that as soon as they got to town, whichever one knew where the money was would go and get it. Oh, I see.
So she thought that maybe through you she could get the money before the others got out of jail, huh? Well, that's what it looks like to me. That's an angle, anyhow. Read your funnies. I'll be back soon. Where are you going? To see Ann again. About this new angle. Ann Martin again, huh? You stay away from her, Blackie. You get a kick out of the hazards of Hannah, don't you?
Chapter 7: What happens during the confrontation at the Old Mill?
Well, I'm getting interested in the angles of Ann. What are you thinking about, Esther? It's good to be out of jail, Jack. Eating real food. Breathing real air. Good. It's going to be perfect. Maybe. Say, I wonder where Bob is. I don't know. Where'd you go, Esther? None of your business. You were gone a long time. What's that to you? Nothing, I guess. I wasn't gone as long as you think.
I came back for a few minutes and you were out. Where were you? Out. Doing a little asking around.
Chapter 8: How does the episode conclude with the resolution of the case?
About what? Your business is your business. My business is mine. Let's keep it that way, Esther. Maybe we better, huh? Yeah. Jack, look. Look who's walking down the street. Where? Crossing this way, going toward the alley. Hey, that guy looks familiar. Yeah. It's Boston Blackie. What's he doing down in this neighborhood? I don't know. We better find out, huh? Leave the waitress a buck.
Let's duck out the side way and meet him in the alley. Okay, let's go. I've been wanting to meet that guy down here in my territory for a long time. Easy, Esther, easy. Here he comes. Easy, Esther. Don't do anything you'd be Hello, Blackie. Well, that's the brand. I just read about your getting out of jail. Don't wait for your gun, Blackie. There are two of us. And Jack Winters.
I wasn't fancy meeting you here. What are you doing down here, Blackie? Oh, just looking around. For trouble, maybe? You know I don't have to look for trouble, Jack. Trouble comes to me. What do you mean by that? Nothing. Have you been up to see Ann Martin yet? No. Why should we? He knows why we might, Esther. That means he knows too much. No, not yet.
But I'm going up to see Ann and find out what there is to know. I don't think you ought to. I didn't ask for your advice. Then maybe we ought to fix you so you won't need it. You swing fast, Jack, but not hard enough. Jack won't wake up for a while, I guess. I seem to have a lullaby left hand. And now I think I can go and see Ann without interference. Ann? Ann, open up. Hello, Ann. Faraday.
Hello, blanky old pal. Come in. Why, thanks, but... Hey, now, wait a minute. What's the gag? Is there a body in there? Why don't you come in and see? What? And I have to go through a long routine to get away from you? Oh, no. So long, Faraday. All right, Frankie. Stay where you are. It's that man again with that gun again. And it's you again with the body again. Get in here.
And you better make up your story or you're going to need a good one. Awfully quiet in here, Faraday. Is this a murder scene? How could it be? With no photographers, fingerprint men, or the coroner? They're gone. And where's the body? It's gone, too. I've missed all the fun, haven't I? How was she killed? How did you know it was a she? A she lived here, didn't she?
I found bodies in your apartment that weren't yours. Good point, Inspector. One of these days, maybe it will be my body. Then what are you going to do to keep your job on the force? I'll worry about that happy day when it comes. Faraday, are you really putting your gun away? Yeah, what about it? Don't tell me you're going to admit that sometime, somewhere, there's a murder I didn't commit.
You listen to me, Blackie. I put my gun away because just once I want to see what kind of a man you are. My gun seems to make you want to try to get away. Try, Inspector? All right, all right. When I pull my gun on you, you always escape. Or maybe this time, with my gun put away, we can talk this thing out, no tricks.
I hate to spoil your fun, Inspector, but this is one time I have no intention of running from you. Yeah? Why? Oh, I'm just tired of it. What happens when I duck you? I'm not only... I have to avoid every cop in town, but I have to solve the case for you to clear myself. No, that's too much trouble. Well, at last you're coming to your senses. What are you coming to, Faraday?
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