Charlie Chan at the Wax Museum Page #3

I solved this case years ago.

Old solution, Doctor,

sometimes like ancient egg.

Since I do the interview, I'd like your slant,

Mr. Chanwhat questions to ask.

Joe Rocke unjustly punished

for crime committed by Butcher Dagan.

- Hmm. He sounds like an eyewitness.

- Excuse, please.

I never saw Dagan.

My theory simply based on evidence

already supplied by Dr. Von Brom.

- Oh! [Scoffs]

- How do you mean?

Dagan and McBirney

partners many years ago.

Also partners with Joe Rocke

in honest enterprise.

Rocke honorable man

unaware colleagues were criminals.

Like freak of nature, McBirney

although brutal killer

have almost brotherly affection

for Rocke.

But Dagan true child of Cain

hate him.

To acquire business, he cause Rocke to be

suspected of murder he did not commit.

- An innocent man was hung?

- Brother McBirney had his revenge.

- I read that he killed Dagan.

- He got what was coming to him.

Same believed by many persons.

But electric chair now await McBirney

for more recent crimes.

McBirney ought to get a vote of thanks.

He's got mine.

You knew Dagan?

Oh, no.

I mean, according to your story.

If it's true,

he got what he deserved.

Excuse, please.

May see sore finger?

Oh, it's just a scratch.

I I'll live.

Wound very odd.

And recent.

I caught it on Dr. Cream's desk,

in the office.

Beware of infection.

What a yarn.

Mr. Chan, if you can prove Dagan's guilt

Dagan won't mind.

He's dead.

Justice can be brought to dead men.

Dagan.

[Snaps Fingers]

Ja. It is possible.

Joe Rocke Maybe he's not guilty.

But I proved that once.

And I'll prove something else too.

- Now. Tonight.

- [Buzzing]

Quiet, please.

The studio's checking the trunk line.

[Engineer]

Testing. One, two, three, four.

Testing.

One, two, three, four.

- [Buzzing]

- They're ready downtown. We go in two minutes.

[Man]

I can't help that. I've got business here.

- You can't break in here like this. Get out.

- I've got to see Dr. Cream.

- I'm Dr. Cream. What is it?

- My name is Lane Carter Lane.

Representing Mrs. Rocke.

- Joe Rocke's wife?

- Yes.

- Is she here?

- Why would she come here?

We heard about the broadcast,

and it must not be made.

- She doesn't want this Rocke case discussed.

- Why not? What is she afraid of?

Humiliation

and rather painful memories.

- He can't stop us.

- We are within our rights, Mr. Lane.

A suit for damages

will determine that.

Don't let him scare you. He's afraid of what

Dr. Von Brom and Mr. Chan have turned up.

What do you mean?

It is imperative the broadcast is made.

One clue I did not understand,

tonight she's clear.

I will tell everything aboutJoe Rocke

sensations.

To the radio, I will tell the police

where to find the real murderer.

That's why Mr. Lane is here

to prevent you from telling.

You know, you're very beautiful,

but you're just a little crazy.

- Stand by, everybody.

- Uh, take your places, please.

Now we are seated as the family was gathered

at the fatal breakfast table.

Mary, you sit down there.

Lily, you sit there.

- Mr. Chan

- Uh, I I sit here.

Mr. Chan sits here.

[Thunder Rumbles]

Dr. Cream, is this correct?

Little Otto wants a seat of honor too?

Truth speak from any chair.

We're on now.

Quiet, please.

[Dramatic Intonation]

Crime is always punished.

[Normal Voice]

Good evening, folks.

This is Tom Agnew

bringing you The Crime League...

through the courtesy

of the Murphy Arms Company.

We are gathered

for our 13th weekly broadcast...

in Dr. Cream's extraordinary

Museum of Crime...

an educational institution.

Hey. There he is now.

All right.

Tell him exactly what I told you.

- [Door Closes]

- Hey. What are you doin' in here?

Hello, Willie. Don't you know me?

I'm the new warden.

Oh. I'm sorry, Warden.

For a second, I didn't place you.

Uh-huh. Oh, by the way, do you believe

in capital punishment?

- You mean killin' murderers?

- Uh-huh.

- Sure.

- Fine, fine.

Would you be willing to serve the state

in executing a criminal?

- Would I? You bet.

- Good.

Then I hereby appoint you

chief executioner of this prison.

You mean I can hang the Reno Kid

and guillotine the Bluebeard of Paris?

Sure, sure. But first you gotta begin

with an electrocution.

- I'll do my duty.

- You know how to work this thing?

Yeah. When you get a signal,

you push up.

Well, never mind the signal.

You see that clock?

- At 8:
20 at exactly 8:20

- Mmm.

I want you to throw that switch

and electrocute that man.

- Yes, sir.

- Okay.

[Thunder Rumbling]

Sorry to see you go, pal.

[Tom] And now Dr. Otto Von Brom,

the famous criminologist...

and Charlie Chan will attempt to prove

the innocence or guilt ofJoe Rocke.

We were seated at the breakfast table,

June the 9th, 1929...

as demonstrated in court.

It was a happy family gathering.

Gentlemen, this seating is incorrect.

- I should sit there in that chair.

- [Cream] No. No, Doctor.

- But I insist.

- As you please, Doctor.

Every bird seek its own tree.

Never tree the bird.

Excuse.

Stop him quick.

- [Thunderclap]

- [Mary Screams]

- [Electricity Crackling]

- Who turned the lights off?

[Lane] There's something burning

behind Dr. Von Brom's chair!

[Tom] Stand by, folks. The storm seems

to have taken the light off our mystery.

- [Lane] I tell you there's a fire!

- [Mary] Yes. I see it.

Doctor! Doctor Von Brom!

What is it, Doctor?

[Hand Hits Table]

- He's fainted.

- Gentlemen, carry him over here, please.

Right here.

- Why, he's dead.

- There's a wire connected to that chair.

That's what caused the flash.

The doctor was electrocuted.

Contradiction, please.

Wire to chair previously severed

by wire cutters.

Dr. Von Brom not electrocuted.

- Heart failure perhaps?

- Am not doctor.

- You make diagnosis?

- Well, no. I

- I've been too shocked to examine the body.

- Excuse.

Because of an unfortunate accident...

- the Crime League broadcast

will be discontinued at once.

- Oh, Tom, no!

I now return you to our main studios

where you will hear a musical program.

You're an awful reporter.

Tell them what happened.

- It's a great story, Tom.

- No, Mary. No.

[Thunderclaps Continue]

- Criminologist was murdered.

- [Mary] What?

- [Tom] Murder?

- You're crazy.

- But how?

- Observe small puncture on back of neck.

- I see.

Note peculiar discoloration.

Can be caused by tonga

poison used

by Dayak headhunters of Borneo.

Found on doctor's coat collar,

close to wound.

Small bamboo dart

projected by blowgun.

- Served as poison carrier.

- What do you mean, Mr. Chan?

Lethal dart was propelled

by sharp breath...

towards dead man

during seconds of darkness.

By one of us.

It's the only logical explanation.

[Tom]

But the wound's on the back ofhis neck.

Dart aimed at face.

But doctor, attracted by electrical display

behind chair, turned head.

Was struck here.

Well, whoever has a blowgun...

can certainly save us all a lot of trouble

by giving himself up now.

The Dayak blowgun

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