OF YOU GET TIME TO RUN, MOM.
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the confidence game. The carefully worked out frauds by which confidence men take more
money each year from the American public than all the bank robbers and thugs with their
violence. I call this file the case of the hearse chaser. And oddly enough, the tip off
to this one was delivered right to my back door. It was just a few weeks ago in the morning
lineup that I spotted Jess Cordell, who had been picked up on a drunk charge. Address
511 Brewster Street. Last address, McNeil Island Federal Penitentiary. The rap counterfeiting,
occupation engraver. I'd heard that Jess was going straight since his release from prison,
and except for this drunk charge, his record was clean. So I had him brought to my office
for a talk. Maybe I could help him, and maybe he could help me. What's the matter, Jess?
Something bothering you? You know you can open up with me, and if you're on the right,
I'm on your side. You know I ain't no boozer, Captain. I guess I just had too much last
night. Sure, of course. Come on, sit down, Jess. It's a good thing you're not on parole
like Lou Christie. Who? Oh, yeah. I heard he was out. I don't suppose you've seen him
lately. Me? No, Captain. He's bad medicine. I don't want no part of him. You should think
not. That's why I want you to tell me the truth. Come on, let's have it. I don't know
what you mean. I don't know nothing, Captain. I'm honest. Don't lie to me, Jess. One of
my men told me that he saw you with him a couple of days ago. To be specific, you got
into his car and drove off with him. Now, where did you go, and what were you doing
with him, and why did you tell me you hadn't seen him? Well, like I said, Captain, he's
bad medicine. I didn't want you to think I was doing something wrong. Yeah, I saw him.
Bumped into him that day. He gave me a lift home. That's all there was to it, so help
me. And you're sure that's all there was to it, Jess? I'm leveling with you. Cross my
heart. He's no good, Jess. And if you get mixed up with him, he'll only use you like
he did the others and leave you holding the bag. Well, I don't know. Think it over. All
right, you can go home now, Jess. Oh, Jess, that flashy convertible of Christie's, pretty
good for a man just out of prison. Any idea where he got the money to pay for it? He never
said nothing to me. I see. Can I go now, Captain? Oh, yeah, sure. Sure, Jess.
Getting tired? No. I just love my work.
Lou, you here again? Yes, you don't seem very happy to see me. I just dropped in for a second
to say hello. Oh, well, I didn't know you were working. Hello, Mr. Christie. Hello,
Peggy. I'm just working on one of the pinup jobs. Yes, and Peggy sure is a pinup job,
eh, Jess? Let's see if I can and Russell's stop a drink. Oh, no. No drinks. I suppose
you gentlemen have things to talk about, so if you'll excuse me. Wait a minute. Don't
leave on my account. You won't be needing me for a while, will you? Well, no. Pretty
nice of my calendar company to furnish you with a model. Pretty nice for you, too, huh,
Jess? Yeah, all except the dough. If I had a gal like that posing for me, I'd do the
job for free. Uh-huh. You know, I'm sorry about not being able to give you more work,
but I throw everything your way I possibly can, and I'm sorry about the short dough,
too, but that's all they want to pay. Well, I guess it ain't your fault. You know, if
there's anything I can possibly do, let's say a small loan, perhaps. You know, after
all, you and I have been through a lot together, huh? Thanks, Lou. I don't know, though. I've
been getting by. Yeah, I was just thinking. Now, I guess it wouldn't work. You've got
to finish the work you're doing on this picture, and what I have in mind is a very, very rushed
job. Anyway, maybe it's not even down your alley. What do you mean, Lou? Well, my company
has a new angle. They told me to dig up an artist, you know, an artist that's good at
character studies. A picture of an old man came up the hard way, a big business tycoon
and all that sort of stuff, and I'll pay awfully well if you can do it. I can do it. Give me
a crack at it. Well, I don't know. I know you're good at pinups, and I saw the sketches
you did in prison, but frankly, that's not good enough for me to go on. But you know,
if you could possibly show me something... Wait a minute. How's this? Fine. Fine. What
about this one? That's excellent. Excellent. Will you use me, Lou? It's a deal, but that's
one hedge. Time is important. How fast can you work? Like the wind. Good, but don't sacrifice
quality. Don't worry about nothing. How long would it take you to paint a portrait of this
man? Well, I've got to get some supplies. A couple of days, I guess. Say, this has been
cut from a newspaper. How come? That's what the boss gave me. I guess he knows what he's
doing. But a newspaper clipping, I don't get it. There are two C-notes in it for you, Jess.
Are you sure this ain't a racket, Lou? What's the gimmick? All right, all right. There's
no use trying to put anything over on a heft guy like you. That's my uncle in Indiana.
And I just remembered it's his 25th wedding anniversary, and I want to surprise him and
my Aunt Laura with it. Or they'll get a bang out of it. You ain't been home in years, and
why all this sudden interest in your family? Well, confidentially, I hate the buzzards,
but they're loaded with dough, and I'm the closest living relative. Get it? Now, that
makes sense. I knew there was some angle. Jess, you said the job would take about two
days. Well, that's not soon enough. If I don't send it off tomorrow, they'll never get it
on time. Have the picture ready for me in the morning, will you? Well, I could work
all night, but I need a brush and some paint. All right, all right. Here. Here, this should
about take care of everything. And here's a bit of advice from an old friend. Lay off
of the booze until this thing winds up. Well, I won't let you down, but I'll lose time on
the pinup job. Oh, well, forget about that. I'll cover up for you. When do I get paid
for this? Jess, you don't trust me? It ain't that, but that's all right. Well, you just
leave everything to me, okay? Okay. Virginia. I'm making coffee. You want some? No, thanks.
I had breakfast out. Good and hot, you sure? Mr. Christie, will you please answer me? What's
up? Where'd you go this morning, early bird? Or do I have to wait till after the funnies
for an answer? Oh, I'm sorry, darling, but you know, this is business and business before...
If you say that once more, I'll scream. We've been here almost a month and still nothing.
We were all set up in Frisco, but oh no, we had to come to this berg. Well, it's safer
to keep moving. Anyway, you know why we're here. Yeah, to find that artist friend of
yours, the guy that was your cellmate at McNeil Island, and to dig up a sucker, I hope. Oh,
please, let's not discuss prisons. Anyway, we found the artist, didn't we? And don't
I know it. Haven't I been knocking my brains out, posing for him while you're out being
a big man? No, darling, but somebody's got to keep tabs on him. What if he gets drunk
and spills to the cops? I know, I know, but you've been paying him peanuts. Will he continue
to play ball? Yeah, he'll continue to play ball, all right? He needs dough. Anyway, he
doesn't know, and I'm not going to tell him the racket it is. Last time I used a guy who
wanted half for the take. Half! According to Maxwell, the man I had assigned to tail
Christie, Lou stayed home for most of that evening. Virginia, will you please turn that
thing off? All right. Thank you. You're going to work all night? It's past twelve. I'm coming
down the stretch. I just want to check his background again. Nuts! Huh? I said nuts!
Oh, yes, dear. There, that's done. It's about time. I'm ready for the booby hatch. Oh, I'm
sorry, dear. I'll make up for it tomorrow night. Tomorrow night we celebrate. Go out
and buy yourself a new bonnet in the morning. It'll make you feel much better. Oh, darling,
I just love being married to you. Yeah, and you love shopping sprees too, don't you? Oh,
look, come here. Test me. Okay, shoot. His name, Henry Burton. Elks, Rotary, Chamber
of Commerce. Age, fifty-five. I met him six months ago at the Roley Dinner. And you better
make it a year? Six months. Now wait a minute, let's see. He was the head of the Burton Meat
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today. And now back to the case. The next morning we had a break. Christie's wife came
out earlier than usual. And about an hour later, Christie himself came out. My man quickly
phoned in this information. He'd stay on Christie's tail while one of my other men searched the
empty apartment. I didn't expect you so early, Lou. Did you finish it? Yes, I got it done.
Never painted so fast in my life. There it is. You like it? Yeah. Looks okay. Oh, how
does our little model like it? By the way, where is she? Right here. And the little model
likes it fine. Yeah, just did a good job. I'm proud of her. Take a bow, Rembrandt. Oh,
it ain't that good. You got any wrapping paper? Sure. Here you are. Oh, thanks. Oh, Peggy,
don't forget you're having lunch with me at my place today. Hey, you better come early.
I want to go over that new account with you. I'll be there. I thought we were going to
eat here. Why, yes, darling. I believe you're jealous. That's silly. I just wanted to get
your picture done. That was all. I'll send it back to you right after lunch. Okay. Okay.
At Christie's apartment, my man had to work fast. No telling when the Christie's would
return. He didn't find much in the desk, but in the wastebasket, he hit the jackpot. A
slip of paper with information about Henry Burton scribbled on it. News items about the
late millionaire. His obituary. How about a drink, Peggy? No, thanks. It's too early
in the day for me. Henry Burton dead at 55. The president of Burton Meatpacking Corporation
died of a heart attack. Well, I'm off to lunch. What, at Christie's place? Uh-huh. So long.
Hi, Lou. Almost all packed? Oh, just about. Boy, am I exhausted. Ah, poor kid. I'm sorry
I had to put you to work, but I couldn't have swung this thing without you. You know, Jess
would have gotten wise for sure if I hadn't planted you at his place. No, let's not talk
about that dumb goof. You know, I really think he had ideas about me. You mean you and Jess?
Oh, no! Not many wives would do what I've done for you. Say, how much do you think you
can get Mrs. Burton to kick in with? Well, I was going to shoot for five grand, but I
guess that's a little too high. I think I'll settle for three this trip. Oh, speaking of
trips, I think we better get... I wonder who that could be. There's one way of finding
out. Yeah. Hello, Lou. You're surprised to see me, ain't you? And you too, huh, Mrs.
Christie? Well, you certainly played me for a prize sucker. I got to hand it to you.
What's the matter, Jess? You want a cut? No, I don't want no cut. You're not sore at me,
are you, Jess? We were going to cut you in after we pulled the job. Honest. I said I
didn't want no cut. Then what do you want? I want that painting. Why don't you be a nice
guy, Jess? I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll cut you in for third. No, Lou. If you want
to spend the rest of your life in prison, that's your business, not me. Now let's have
the picture. Now what's the matter with you? Here I'm giving you the chance to get out
of that rat hole you live in. And instead of cooperating, you give me that going straight
routine. It ain't no routine. I came here for that painting, and I ain't leaving without
it. I'll go to the police. Oh, no, you're not. You're going to stay here and like and
keep that big mouth of yours shut, understand? Here, honey. Keep him covered while I go and
collect the dough from Mrs. Burton. What about him? What are you going to do with him? I
don't know, but I'll think of something on the way. Goodbye.
Stay where you are, Jess.
Oh, my heart.
Jess? Jess?
Jess?
Jess?
I don't find anything. Police headquarters. Don't worry.
Captain Braddock, please.
Yes? Oh, I'd like to speak to Mrs. Burton, please. Christie is my name. I'm afraid that's
impossible, sir. You see... Look, I'm not a solicitor. Mr. Burton is a friend of mine.
Yes, but you see... Who is it, James? Mr. Christie to see you, madam.
Well, I'll handle it, James. Yes, madam.
I'm afraid your man thought I was a solicitor. Mrs. Burton, you have my deepest sympathy.
Oh, thank you. Thank you. Mr... Christie. I was a friend of Henry's. Oh? I don't remember
his mentioning you, but then my husband had so many friends. I... I don't seem to realize
yet that he is gone. But if you care to come in, your... Yes, I'd like to very much. This
way, please.
I... I hate to intrude at a time like this. Well, won't you sit down, Mr. Christie? Yes,
thank you.
Uh, were you a business acquaintance of my husband's? Well, uh, no, not exactly. We belong
to the same organizations. Elks, Rotary. As a matter of fact, it was a Rotary dinner that
we first made the deal. Deal? Why, yes. You see, I'm an artist. And I had the good fortune
and honor of having your husband sit for me. Henry sit for a portrait? Why, that's difficult
for me to believe. Uh, how could he? He was always so busy. Well, it took almost six months,
but he did it. He thought it would make such a nice present for you and the children. You
mean to say Henry really did pose for you? Yes, he did. And I have it right here. Would
you like to see it? Oh, oh, may I please? Yes, of course.
Oh, Henry. Oh, oh, it is beautiful. Henry. He was a wonderful subject. Such a strong,
honest face. Oh, yes. Yes, I so long wanted a portrait of him, and now I... Now you have
it. And it's only three thousand dollars. Three thousand dollars? Why, yes, that's the
price Henry agreed upon. Oh. Oh, all right. Uh, how should I make this out, Mr. Christie?
Lewis R. Christie, if you don't mind. I can't tell you how this makes me feel. What a lovely
remembrance from Henry, and... Oh, and the pose is so like him. Thank you, Mrs. Burton.
You're so kind. Goodbye, Mr. Christie. And I still can't get over how you were able to
capture the personality of my husband. Do call again. I shall. It's a promise. Hello,
Mr. Christie. Are we too early? Braddock. Mr. Christie, do you know these men? Oh, you
must be Mrs. Burton. Yes. I'm Captain Braddock, the police department. This man is a known
criminal. Mr. Christie, why just... I'll explain it to you later, Mrs. Burton. I'll take this
if you don't mind. All right, he's yours, Max. It's a mistake. A big mistake. That's
right, and you made it, Christie. All right, take him away, Max. But this picture, it is
Henry. Christie cut a picture of your husband out of a newspaper and had an Excel made of
his make a copy of it. Oh, and I believed it. You're not the first one that he's convinced,
Mrs. Burton. You see, he had the advantage over you because he knew that you were no
frame of mind to logically evaluate the situation. Just look at the picture again. Notice the
rough brush marks, the harsh colors. This picture is hardly worth $3, let alone $3,000.
Oh, yes. Yes, I recognize that now. First, all I saw was Henry's face. And so ended the
case of the hearse chaser. Lou Christie was returned to McNeil Island just two months
and three weeks after his release from there. But there are many more Lou Christies in every
city of the United States. Men who are engaged in the various swindles practice daily throughout
the country. So let this story serve as a warning for you to be on the alert against
the con men. If ever you're in doubt, call the police or any protective organization
you may belong to. It can happen to you. In a moment, we'll call for a few scenes from
next week's show. But right now. Remember this. You're better off smoking Philip Morris
for your own pleasure and your own protection because an ingredient, a source of irritation
used in the other leading cigarettes is never used in Philip Morris. And there is your assurance
of more smoking pleasure, more smoking comfort in Philip Morris than in any other leading
brand. Yes, you'll be glad tomorrow you smoked Philip Morris today. Next week, a redheaded
bride, a Chinese horse and a con man collide in a story of danger called C.O.D. Honeymoon.
Oh, look, mister, you're interrupting a wedding. What's the idea of busting in here? Who are
you anyhow? Perhaps you'd like to open the bidding at two thousand, say. Couldn't I
just say one thousand? Just a start, you know. I pay for this ming horse and I mean to have
it. Look, don't you come near me. I'll scream. See Racket Squad next week, same time, same
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