Danger, excitement, adventure. Boston Blackie.
Enemy of those who make him an enemy. Friend of those who have no friends.
Yes sir, that's Boston Blackie and he's quite a guy.
preservation.
Pretty.
I'll be right back.
Come on.
OK, Dave, I made it.
Let's get out of here.
I'll never forget this, Dave.
You were right there with the car, the clothes,
and the plane ticket.
Who?
Oh, excuse me.
Want one of these?
Yeah.
It's been rugged on the outside with you and the pen, Bonnie.
Real rugged.
Oh, I picked up a contract here and there,
but it's no living.
I had to shove four boys in an old aim
to get the dough to spring yet.
That's all in the past, kid.
No more killing.
We'll hop off to LA and knock over that bank I cased just
before they sent me up.
We'll be living on the fat of the land from here on in.
Morning, Lucky.
Hiya, Jim. How's the boy?
Fine.
Thanks.
Still giving away money on these things?
I guess so.
Lucky, I don't mean to be crazy, but isn't that
Bonnie Stevens over there?
What about that guy?
He's a real good guy.
Oh, I'll tell you what.
He's a real good guy.
I'll tell you what.
He's a real good guy.
How's the boy over there?
What about him breaking out of prison back east last week?
Could be.
Let's check on it.
Well, pardon me.
Mm-hm?
Would you settle a little bet for me?
If I can.
The seller down here bet me that you're Barney Stevens.
You're kidding.
You mean, I really look like Barney Stevens, the bank
robber?
Yes, you do look like me.
And you can save me some money if you'll identify yourself.
I'll be Barney Steven put your hands up. You will be meeting this
keep your foot away from my alarm button you want get away with this. You're
a big gamble but don't bet on it come on get over there don't move. Goodbye now.
Get that a lot. Of.
Of.
database. And
it says the. City over the dead of gratitude to James Fletcher
tell me all about it. Thanks Mary I'll tell Jim up like he said.
The bad.
No no my husband isn't home yet I'm expecting him any minute is there any
message yeah. If you see him before I do tell him he'll be sorry he ever fingered
Bonnie for the law. Hello Hello.
There it goes again Mary tell them we're just about to eat Hello Oh Hello Laura.
Hello I'm sorry to call again. What
are you found strange anything wrong.
Like you for heaven's sake I didn't say anything I'm being sabotaged go on.
I'm. I'm.
Gentleman I'm trying to talk on the phone and I go for you to whitey.
Well at least when he's eating. Patience for a day this is only the second time
around for Laura and if I know our Mary this conversation can't go on for over an
hour. Well black is right here I'll ask him.
By and don't worry dear. I had
a threatening phone call someone said Jim be sorry to recognize Barney Stevens. I
was afraid of that Jim's boss had to give him the hero treatment you know press
conferences the whole works well Stevens has some trigger happy pals and from the
papers it looks like pressure took Stevens single handed I think we better get over
there you're not going to lie we would. Well there are still
a good call. Well come on we're all taking
a rain check on dinner come on come on. I'm.
A.
Oh, Jim, honey, don't try to move.
Oh, Jim, the man who did it.
I'll never forget his face.
If it's the last thing I do, I'll never.
No, no, Laura.
Nothing.
Nothing must happen to you.
Please.
Promise.
Forget.
Jim, honey.
I'm sorry.
Jim?
Jim!
Jim, I can't believe it.
Jim was doing so well at the bank.
He had everything to look forward to, and now...
Oh, why did he have to get mixed up in this?
Laura, you feel like telling us how it happened?
I ran to the bus to meet Jim, to warn him about that phone call.
He'd just gotten off the bus when I heard the shot.
Where'd the shots come from?
I don't know.
A car, maybe?
There was a car driving by just then.
Did you see who was in it?
No, I didn't.
It happened so fast.
Can you remember the maker, model, or perhaps the license number?
I don't know.
Oh, Laura.
I left him alone.
All I wanted to be was to live alone.
I got a feeling she's covering up for somebody.
She's very upset.
Well, you can't blame her.
Look, we're not going to do any good here, so let's shove off.
Lucky, she shouldn't be alone.
I'll stay the night with her.
Oh, fine.
When she quiets down, see if you can get her to remember something
that might give us a lead on the accident.
Whitey, you stay here and take care of things.
Listen, I hate this job, but I hate a killer worse.
Let's go out and get him.
Look, suppose you take out all the mug files on Bonnie's pals
and leave me at my apartment in the morning.
We'll come out here and talk to Laura again,
and after the shot, we'll go out again.
All right.
Hiya, Blackie.
Morning, Inspector.
What happened to you?
You look like you've been pulled through a ringer.
Yeah.
Well, this morning, a committee phoned the mayor.
The mayor phoned the chief.
You get the picture?
Yeah, I'm afraid I do.
Any leads?
Well, nothing you can hang your hat on.
I put out a reader on everybody that talked to Stevens.
Picked up a couple of them, and they're alibis that make you weak.
That Barney Stevens is a comedian.
We had him in the interrogation room last night for six hours.
He had a ball.
Let's see what we can do with Mrs. Fletcher.
Have another cup, Laura.
Thanks, Mary.
I can't tell you what it's meant to have you here.
Otherwise, I don't know how I'd have gotten through the night alone.
Oh, Laura, you're never alone.
There are people all around you who could help you.
If you're holding something back, I know what I'm doing.
That must be Blackie.
Hi, Mary.
Hi, Barney.
Hi, Fletcher.
Morning, Mary.
Oh, great.
A fine watchdog you turned out to be.
Well, come on, wake up and explain yourself.
Didn't sleep a wink all night.
Why, he isn't the only one.
Good morning, Blackie.
Inspector Faraday.
Good morning.
Morning, Laura.
How do you feel?
All right, thanks.
Laura, we're not going to beat around the bush,
so I'm going to come right to the point.
Inspector Faraday has some photographs of non-associates
of Barney Stevens.
Of course, the man we want may not be among these.
He could be.
But would you mind looking them over, Mrs. Fletcher?
If you recognize anyone in there, let us know, would you?
There's one thing I want to make clear, Mrs. Fletcher.
If you do identify the man who shot your husband,
you'll have police protection until we apprehend the killer.
You have nothing to fear.
I'm sorry, Inspector.
I told you I didn't recognize the man who shot my husband.
Excuse me.
Surely.
Hello?
You're playing it real smart, lady.
Keep it that way and you keep breathing.
You know what happens to squealers.
I'm wrong.
Very well.
I'm ready to identify the man who shot my husband.
You already have, Laura.
Dave Brubaker.
This gets us off the ground.
I'm going to take this downtown.
Today, the widow of James Fletcher
identified Dave Brubaker, whose picture is now on your screen,
as the man who shot and killed her husband
in front of their suburban home.
In the past, Brubaker has been arrested in connection
with a number of underworld killings,
but has always managed to escape conviction.
Police know him as an extremely dangerous customer.
You can say that again.
Hmm.
Car 112, go to Wilshire and Vernon, a 605.
Car 76, go to 6072, Barbara Place, a 35.
Where's the fire?
Down the next street, 1637.
1637!
What's all this about?
Looks like the place is on fire.
Okay, boys, let's get going.
All right, all right, come on.
What's going on?
Where is it?
Where's what?
There's no fire here.
Will you check?
We got an alarm from here.
Take the kitchen, run to your boys, take the bag out.
Nothing wrong in here.
I tell you, you're wrong, there's no fire here.
The man said 1637.
What man?
Well, the man that turned in the alarm.
Turned in the...
What'd he look like?
Just an ordinary sort of a guy.
How about the kitchen, Slim?
Everything's all right in there.
How about the back of the house?
Not a thing wrong, Chief.
Well, it looks like you were right.
Some people think a false alarm is a big joke.
Come on, boys.
You know, there's something wrong going on here.
I don't buy that false alarm story.
It's too pat.
I'm going to have a look around.
It's only the cat.
Tabby come here.
Why don't you pick up the cat?
Tabby come here.
Why don't you pick on someone your size?
Just a minute, sweetheart.
Don't move.
Oh, so you're the rat that turned in the false alarm.
Yeah.
Pretty clever of me, wasn't it?
Now get back in the other room.
Real slow and easy.
All right, let's go.
You heard what he said.
Lucky, this man says...
Forget what he says.
...Fruitt Baker.
Hold it, Collins.
Yeah, everybody hold it.
I don't want to kill her here, but I will if I have to.
Come on.
Now don't anybody follow me.
Understand?
Hey, Collins, get on there and broadcast the news.
Seven Nara, 34330.
Attention all cars.
Be on the lookout for gray and green hardtop, license number seven, Nara, 34330.
Last seen heading south from the vicinity of Westland and Appian Way.
Repeat.
Heading south from Westland Avenue and Appian Way, this car is driven by Dave Brubaker,
who is armed and dangerous and who is holding a woman prisoner in his car.
Do not attempt to stop him as he may injure or kill the woman.
Keep him under surveillance and report in.
Repeat.
He is armed and dangerous and has a woman prisoner.
Keep him under surveillance and report in.
I could have shot you when I got your old man, but I thought maybe you'd take the hint.
Keep your mouth shut.
I hate to kill a dame.
Then why did you bring me here?
I had to get out of the house, baby, past the cops.
So now we'll just wear up our account.
Your husband put his finger on my best pal.
You know what he got.
You put the finger on me?
Okay.
Now it's your turn.
Help!
Brubaker's in there someplace.
A prowl car traced him this far.
I told the boys not to move until we got here.
I'm taking no chances with that girl's life.
Mary, you stay here.
Why do you think that she does?
Here, use this if you have to.
If you can't get out, I got every exit blocked.
Good.
I'll be right back.
Where is he?
He's around here someplace.
Watch yourself.
It's all yours, Faraday.
Whitey, I thought I told you to stay here
and see that Mary didn't leave.
Can I trust you with all anymore?
Blacky.
Stop picking on Whitey.
I'm the bad one.
I had to find Laura.
Okay, you're forgiven.
Whitey, you're forgiven too.
I'll be right back.