Nancy Drew... Reporter Page #3

Synopsis: While participating in a contest at a local newspaper in which school children are asked to submit a news story, local attorney Carson Drew's daughter Nancy intercepts a real story assignment. She "covers" the inquest of the death of a woman who was poisoned. Nancy doesn't think the young woman accused of the crime is guilty and corrals her neighbor Ted into searching for a vital piece of evidence, and they stumble onto the identity of the real killer.
Genre: Comedy, Crime, Mystery
Director(s): William Clemens
Production: First National
 
IMDB:
6.7
APPROVED
Year:
1939
68 min
243 Views


I want to make the noon edition.

And besides, maybe you'll have

time to fix my fender.

Duped again.

- No cameras.

- Well, you see, I...

Give the lady your camera, Ted.

Well, okay.

All right. Over there.

That's that. You should have known

you couldn't get a camera in.

I did.

What was in the case?

I took out the camera

and put in a block of wood.

I figured something like this.

Look, you don't expect me to take

a picture in here after what she said?

Of course, silly.

And if they catch us we'll stay here.

Oh, stop your worrying.

Put your hat on.

- Inside?

- Of course.

You never saw a real newspaperman

without his hat on, did you?

They even eat in them.

No, not like that. It looks awful.

For gosh sakes, what're you doing?

- You just gave it to me.

- I know. No, now let me fix it.

Fix it is right.

Oh, you ruined it.

There. Now you look like a real reporter

and not a store window dummy.

Yes?

I'm Nancy Drew of the Tribune,

and Mr. Nickerson, my photographer.

- Hello.

- Oh, a reporter.

You seem so young.

I guess, I better explain.

We're not real reporters.

I want to win a prize in journalism

and that's why I wanted an interview.

- What did you say your name was?

- Nancy Drew.

Are you related to Carson Drew,

the attorney?

He's her father.

Oh, I see.

Miss Denning, do you know a man

with a funny ear?

It's all sorts folded up like.

No, I don't. Why do you ask?

There was one at the inquest.

I was wondering

if he's a friend of yours.

I don't know who it could be.

Miss Denning,

I don't think you did anything.

That is, I mean, I think you're innocent.

If it's all right,

I'm gonna ask my father to come.

Oh, if he only would.

You see, there's...

Well, there're so much evidence

against me.

Why, it's even worst now

than it was yesterday.

Did they find something else?

Police checked with manufacturers

and learned...

...the only sale of sodium ferranide

in this part of the country was to me.

Well, if you only had that tin can,

the one the poison came in.

You know, you told about it

at the inquest yesterday.

- It's disappeared.

- Someone probably stole it.

I saw it just the other day

when I was cleaning... out the darkroom.

I can't understand

why they didn't find it.

- Lt was...

- What's the matter?

The tin was empty,

but I didn't throw it away.

I wanted to save it because

the manufacturer's address was on it.

Think hard. Maybe you can remember

what you did with it.

I put some empty bottles and things

in the basement in an old cupboard.

The container must've been with them.

- Maybe it's still there.

- Yeah.

You just leave it to me,

and please don't tell anyone.

Oh, I almost forgot. Miss Denning,

may we take a picture of you?

- I don't mind.

- Hurry up, Ted.

Thanks a lot, Miss Denning,

and we'll let you know what happens.

- A bit to your right.

- Look sad now.

Hold it.

Here, what's the big idea?

What's going on out here?

We're taking the quaddle form to porknip

with the ornflarble. Am... skray.

- Ls the gentleman with the prisoner?

- Ted, I think we better be leaving.

What if you can get in? It's still illegal.

Not for a reporter.

Reporter has the right to do things

an ordinary person shouldn't.

Now go ahead

and do exactly as I told you.

Okay.

But if anything happens,

don't blame me.

- Hello.

- Well?

You don't wanna subscribe

to any magazines, do you?

- No.

- I didn't think you did.

- Are you watching this place?

- Yep.

Well, I guess you get kind of

lonesome around here all by yourself?

Sometimes.

I'm not very busy right now.

If you like, I could play

a little game of rummy or something.

Say, that's an idea, son.

- Draw up a chair.

- Swell.

Look, do you mind if I sit over there?

I'm kind of superstitious.

Oh, sure, sure.

We ought to have something

to shoot at, son.

- Say, a penny a point?

- A penny a...

Yeah, that'll be fine.

I'll keep score for you.

Hurry, Nancy

Hurry opkay's getting my oughday

Hey

Don't do that.

It puts me off of my game.

Oh, I'm sorry.

What was that noise?

What noise?

- I'd better investigate.

- Well, you were just hearing things.

Maybe so.

Ted.

Your mother wants you

to come home right away.

Oh, hello. Glad to see you again.

Well, I guess I'll have to be going.

- How do we stand?

- I'll figure it up.

You got me in a fine mess.

I lost my allowance to that rummy shark.

Well, it was worth it.

I found the tin can.

Yeah?

That man with the funny ear

was there.

He chased me out of the basement.

Gosh, Nancy, we took an awful chance.

Maybe we shouldn't have done it.

We better get this to the police station.

See if Captain Tweedy

can find fingerprints on it.

Suffering cats. Look at the time.

My tennis date was at 3.

But this is more important than tennis.

- She will never play with me again.

- Don't you want to go?

You don't need me. You can tell me

about it later. Goodbye.

Help. Help. Stop that woman.

She's thief.

Look out. She's a thief.

Stop her, please.

Thief. Stop her. Stop her. She's a thief.

Captain Tweedy, of all people,

it would have to be you.

Well, what are you staring at?

Come on, get away. Break it up.

- Hi, Dad.

- Hello, pet.

- Gee, I'm glad you're home.

- You are?

What are you doing up so late?

You get back to sleep. Good night.

- Oh, but Dad. I can't go to sleep.

- What's the matter?

Nothing.

No?

Come on in, tell me all about it.

Now?

Dad you've always taught me

to do right, haven't you?

I tried to, Nancy.

Dad, if I believed in something

I knew was right...

...I should always live up to it.

More than that.

Don't back down an inch.

Supposing you made a promise

that you knew was right...

...I bet you you'd keep it.

- Certainly.

A person who fails to live up

to his promise is a weakling.

You'd never want me

to break a promise, would you?

Of course not, Nancy.

If you make a promise in good faith...

...Id expect you to live up to it,

no matter what it cost you.

And you'd help me live up to it?

Certainly. What kind of a father

do you think I am?

Then, you're going to defend

Eula Denning...

...because I promised her you would.

What?

You said you'd help me keep a promise.

Nancy, you tricked me into this.

You're always doing that to me.

Now, I won't have...

Well, all right.

If you can give me any reason to

believe that Eula Denning is innocent...

...Ill take her case.

Oh, Dad, I knew you would.

Well, Ted and I went out

to that Lambert house this afternoon.

I found that tin of sodium ferranide.

The one that could've had

fingerprints on it.

You two went out there alone?

I know it was important

evidence.

That man with the funny ear

chased me out of the basement.

And Dad, that's not the worst of it.

When I was taking that tin to the police,

a woman stole it from me.

That proves other people

are mixed up in it.

- You should have gone to the police.

- Oh, I know it.

Everything's gone wrong.

I failed all around.

- Maybe I'm just not intelligent.

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