Nancy Drew... Reporter Page #2

Maybe you'd better go on that side,

I'll go on this one, so he can't escape.

Good idea. And if you spot him, yell.

I'll come a running.

Hey, what are you doing there?

Why, I'm here to read the gas meter.

That's the man, officer.

He's the one who smashed my fender.

- Oh, a run and hitter?

- Yes.

I won't prefer charges

if you pay to have it fixed.

Well?

Will this square it?

Itll only cost me three and a half

to have my fender fixed...

...and about 50 for the gasoline

I wasted, so here's a dollar back.

All right, get along with you?

Thanks a lot, officer.

He had an awful lot of money

for a gas meter reader.

Maybe I'm in the wrong branch

of the service.

Did he say he was

from the gas company?

Yes.

Gee, that's kind of funny.

I got it, Mr. Bostwick.

All about the Lambert inquest.

I was delayed on account of a man

ran into my fender.

So it was you?

You switched those assignment slips,

didn't you?

Well, I thought reporters

always did things like that.

At least, they do in the movies.

It says right in my textbook...

...that a newspaperman must stop

at nothing to get news.

If she intends to impress the editor

she must do much more...

...than what the assignment calls for.

So there.

A thing like this would happen to me.

I have it. Every word.

Oh, it's sensational.

I'll bet you, you never thought

I could do it.

The story of the Lambert inquest

was on the street a half hour ago.

But that's impossible.

I had it right here in...

We were lucky enough to get it

from the DA's office.

Oh, dear.

And I was so sure I had a scoop

and you'd have to stop the presses.

- Stop the presses?

- Or something.

My dear little girly, will you please

take pity on a poor, tired old man?

If another thing like this happens

to me today, I'll lose my mind.

- Good morning, Dad.

- Good morning, pet.

How's the star reporter this morning?

Don't mention it.

You watch. I'll show that Mr. Bostitch

whatever his name is.

- I'll get a story yet.

- That's the spirit.

- Good morning, Miss Nancy.

- Good morning, Effie.

Doesn't that look good?

Effie, you're an artist.

Boy, oh, boy. What cuisine.

Oh, shucks, Miss Nancy.

That's just plain old cereal.

Dad, I have a favor I wanna ask of you.

Go right ahead, darling. I'm in

a receptive mood this morning.

Go right ahead.

Well, Eula Denning needs a good lawyer

and I want you to defend her.

No, I wouldn't want that case, Nancy.

I've been reading,

I'm afraid the girl is guilty.

There's no extenuating evidence.

I'll bet she didn't do it.

What makes you think that?

I don't know. I guess maybe

it's my woman's intuition.

She doesn't look the type

who'd poison anybody.

You can't go by type.

The most charming woman in history

was a murderess.

Committed crimes

less than the Lambert estate.

That's where the man

with the funny ear came in.

Funny ear?

What are you talking about?

This man sat next to me

during the inquest.

And afterwards got in a car

and ran into my fender.

I'm gonna take that car away

if you start having accidents.

But it wasn't my fault.

I wasn't even in the car.

That's why I followed him.

I made him pay for that fender too.

Guess what? He went to that estate

and tried to get in.

- Probably another reporter.

- I don't think so.

He didn't look smart,

and he acted suspicious.

I wouldn't concern myself about it.

- Oh, no.

- You want it?

Certainly. I'm saving it for last.

- Goodbye, darling.

- Bye... bye, Dad.

Ted.

Oh, Ted.

- Where are you, Ted?

- In the garage.

What do you want?

Come here, will you?

It's something very important.

Oh, I'm busy.

Well, where are you?

Here.

What's the matter? What are you hiding for?

Somebody tried to blow up my car.

Oh, stop it, will you?

It's nothing to get excited over.

Nothing to get excited over?

How can you say a thing like that?

Why, I might have been blown

to bits right before my very eyes.

It's just a gag.

A whistle bomb.

- You mean, it's just a practical joke?

- Sure.

It blows off when you press the starter.

And boy did you go into a tailspin.

I'll bet you put that thing there.

Oh, don't be an infant.

I got better things to do.

Well, fine thing.

It's practically a menace to civilization.

Anyone who'd do a trick

like that ought...

Pipe down. Pipe down.

- We didn't do anything.

- Hey, let me go.

I'm gonna tell Ma on you.

- They got a load of them.

- Not mine, they're Killer's.

Killer Parkins,

you'll grow up to be a fiend.

- Lt was Mary's idea.

- Lt certainly was.

Mary Nickerson,

you ought to be ashamed of...

Ted, aren't you going to speak

to your sister?

That gangster? She's out of my control.

You're jealous

because you didn't think of it first.

- Give me those.

- These belong to my big brother.

They don't, now.

Now, go on. Get out of here.

Before I lose control of myself.

Go on. Get out of here.

You thugs.

I'm in my own back yard

and don't you dare come in.

Nice going, Nancy.

The very idea.

Just a nice quiet morning at the Drews.

- Well, so long, I'll be seeing you.

- Where you going?

Where do you think I'd be going

with tennis racket, to shovel coal?

I'll tell you where he's going

for 10.

I wouldn't pay you a penny,

I'm not interested.

Then what are you asking for?

You get in the house.

I'll tell you anyway.

He's got a date with a beautiful girl.

Are you going to play tennis

again with that woman?

What do you mean, woman?

She is only two years older than you are.

Well, if you'd rather play tennis,

why all right.

But I was sort of depending on you

to help me.

Of course, my getting the best story

for the paper isn't important.

You know how it is.

The honor would be nice.

- Gosh, Nancy.

- It's all right. Go right ahead.

Don't mind me. I just...

Oh, by the way,

I have something for you.

Oh, you have? Well, what is it?

It's nothing really.

Just a little birthday present.

I spent the four bucks I had

to fix the fender.

Well, gee, Nancy, thanks.

But my birthday isn't

for two months yet.

Is that so?

Oh, well. Now that you've seen it,

you might as well keep it.

Well, gee, thanks. I don't...

Oh, gosh.

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

Wait a minute, Nancy.

Look, I might postpone my tennis date

if you really need me.

Don't bother. Don't bother.

I was going down to the jail

to interview Eula Denning...

...I wanted you

to take your camera along.

So far, she hasn't allowed anyone

to take her picture.

Then how do you expect me to get one?

Oh, I'd think of a way.

Then you don't really need me?

Well, reporters always take

staff photographers...

...when they're on important

assignments and besides...

...Dad doesn't like

my going into the jail alone.

I'll go with you.

A jail is no place for children, Mary.

Let her go. Maybe they'll lock her up.

I should say not. Now, go on,

change your clothes.

Wear your new hat.

- All right.

- I'll get your camera for you, Ted.

Hurry.

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