Who Done It? Page #8

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Come on, you. I'm not

nervous. You heard him.

Oh, it's you. What did you do to my Romeo?

You mean what did your

Romeo do to me. Look!

Well, he's got more nerve

than I thought he had.

There's a key in my pocket.

Unfasten those handcuffs.

Unfa...

Why should I?

Don't argue with me.

Just get the cuffs open.

If I unfasten the handcuffs, will you

let Mervyn go? Sure, sure. Anything.

Just unfasten the cuffs.

Okay.

That's the two of them

I've got tied up. Yeah.

Well, you kids can go now. Maybe this

gives us a chance to put on that broadcast.

Say, maybe it does,

at that.

There you are. Now don't

forget, you promised.

Don't worry.

And he'll be so embarrassed he'll

be forced to let us broadcast.

They won't only be

embarrassed,

but they'll be sheepish

about the whole thing.

Mr. Turner, you can let that guy

out any time he wants to get out.

All right. This guy in here belongs to me.

What do you mean? What a

dope.! Come here, Chick.

Come here. This guy is the

dumbest detective I ever saw.

He's dumber than me.

Look out for him.

No, I got him handcuffed.

You've got him handcuffed?

He can't do a thing. Come on, get

up. Look out now, I'm warning you.

Don't be afraid.

Hello, kid.

Look out. Look out.

Not yourself.

I'm hitting myself.

Well.

Want to take a whack at him?

Go ahead. Now we're talking.

What's the matter?

Did you see anything?

Certainly not.

Go on! There must be

spots in front of my eyes.

There's only one way to handle

those guys. Give it to him!

What's the matter?

What are you afraid of?

You go over now.

Are you sure he's

handcuffed? He's handcuffed.

All right, well,

don't push!

What's the idea of treating

my buddy like that, huh?

Hey, get over there.

That's all I wanted to know.

Give it to him. Get in there. Get in there.

What's the matter?

Go on, give it to him!

What's the...

Uh-oh.

What's the matter, Chick?

What are you running for?

I guess he can't stand

to see me punish you.

Do you know what I'm gonna do

to you? What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna run

like the devil!

Now I've really got you!

Get your hands off me.

You ain't gonna do

nothing to me...

not unless you want to be

embarrassed. Embarrassed? About what?

Just a minute, Inspector. You don't

want any of this to get out, do you?

- What? Let what out?

- They locked you in a closet and handcuffed him...

with his own handcuffs.

Do you want to let them

broadcast or not, Officer?

Get your hands off me!

On second thought, maybe you'd

better not let us broadcast.

Go on, take us down. Go on, take

me down to police headquarters,

and be the laughingstock

of all the cops.

And you take

the "quinsequonces. "

All right, we'll broadcast, but

something better come of this.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the hour is midnight.

We bring you perhaps the most startling

broadcast in the annals of radio.

We introduce you to murder!

Within the last five hours,

two men have died...

more specifically, they have been

murdered, ladies and gentlemen,

and their killer is here

at this very moment,

sitting in this darkened studio

with a dozen others,

who are unaware ofhis...

or her... identity.

Did you ever meet a murderer,

my friends?

You will tonight, for tonight

we present the story...

behind the story

of Colonel J.R. Andrews...

head of this broadcasting

chain... and Dr. Anton Marek,

Czechoslovakian patriot, who

died because they knew too much.

- I like to tune it in

on the radio.

Shh. Listen to it here. Okay.

The time, one week ago. The place,

a conference room in Washington.

Colonel Andrews, as an officer of the

United States military intelligence...

in the first world war, you

did remarkable work in decoding.

We need your

able services again.

You know I'll do anything

I can for my country.

Good. Colonel, someone is communicating

the position of our transports...

and merchant ships

to a foreign power.

We think they're using the regular

programs of the broadcasting system.

In that case, sir, we'll

have to move extremely fast!

Time, one week later.

The place, the colonel's office.

Present are Colonel Andrews

and his good friend, Dr. Marek.

Dr. Marek, did you notice

anything strange...

about the program

this morning?

No. I'd be willing to

bet those announcements...

contained code messages.

Miss Collins? Yes, Colonel Andrews?

Have a record of the America

on the Air broadcast...

sent here immediately.

Coded broadcasts?

Ingenious!

Ingenious and deadly.

I'll need your help,

Dr. Marek.

You're much more

of a linguist than I am,

and I'm sure a foreign

language is being used.

I'm at your service, Colonel,

until the victory is won.

From that moment, the fate of Colonel

Andrews and Dr. Marek was sealed...

because the spy knew

the colonel was on his trail.

He knew that within 24 hours the

finger of guilt would point to him,

and only him. But there was one

tangible piece of evidence...

that could be used

against the murderer...

the record of last week's

broadcast.

The murderer returned

to the Colonel's office...

to destroy the only thing that stood

between him and complete freedom.

In the darkened shadows of that

office are two men. There is a scuffle.

What are you doing?

I can't get nothing.

You've got to plug it in first. Oh!

The murderer escapes,

but he makes one fatal mistake.

He leaves behind him a

telltale piece of evidence,

as certain to convict him

as his own fingerprints.

And that man is... No, it's

a lie! I didn't... I didn't...

You're a murderer! You did

it! There's the murderer!

- That's our man, Loot!

- Go get him!

Come on! Here he is! Come on, boys!

Ladies and gentlemen, you've

been listening to a reenactment...

of the events leading up to the killing

of Dr. Marek and Colonel Andrews.

No, you don't!

Come here!

No, you don't!

No, you don't!

I got him!

I got the murderer!

I got him!

Nice work.

With my own hands.

I captured him all by myself. You got him?

Yup. Aw... Come on!

What's the... What's the idea? Whoo!

Get out.

Get over there.

Wait a minute. Wait a

minute. Boy, am I tired.

Tired? Then what are we

running up to the roof for?

We know who the murderer

is, don't we? Why, certainly.

Where does a murderer

usually hide? In the cellar.

See? Come on.

Oh, boy. What...

Now we're safe.

Yes, but don't lose that key,

or we'll spend the rest

of our lives up here.

Your lives may be very short

if you don't hand over that key.

What are you doing up here? You're

supposed to be in the cellar.

I said give me that key.

Run! Run, Mervyn!

Come on, Mervyn!

Whoo!

Whoo. Whoo!

Whee!

Boy, oh, boy, oh, boy!

What an idea!

Whee!

Mervyn!

Mervyn!

Boy, oh, boy.

I made it. I made it I did

it again. What are you doing?

Look out, Chick. Look out. Look out!

I'll hit your nose off. The "S" is

for you. What's the matter with you?

Watch this. What? What is this for?

The "P" over here is for me,

on the end here.

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