The Anchor Hocking Glass Corporation brings you Crime Photographer. Say, Casey, do you think they'll ever put my statue in the Hall of Fame? What are you famous for, Appleburg? For 27 straight years, I always got the same part of the turkey. That's some kind of a record, ain't it? Well, because you consistently get it in the neck, that might make you notorious, but not really famous. No, no, Ethelbert. You know, you have to do something really big, you know, something important to deserve a famous name. Like what? Well, like Anchor Hocking, the most famous name in glass. Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is Tony Marvin. Every week at this time, the Anchor Hocking Glass Corporation of Lancaster, Ohio and its more than 10,000 employees bring you another adventure of Casey, Crime Photographer, ace cameraman who covers the crime news of a great city. Written by Alonzo Dean Cole, our adventure for tonight, after Turkey, the bill. Seven o'clock in the evening, a medium priced uptown restaurant known as Patrocosis Olympian. At a table for two, a flashily dressed young man pushes aside his empty plate and says to the pretty girl who sits opposite, Hey, that turkey wasn't half bad. You didn't leave much of it. Neither did you. Shall I order dessert now? Uh-huh. Hey, waiter. Gus. Okay, kid. What do you want now, Joe? We're ready for the plum pudding now. Who plums pudding? That's what you want too, isn't it, Lottie? Yes, and coffee. Same here. Okay, kid. I don't know why you won't let me do anything for you in a classy way, Lottie. I asked you out for a Thanksgiving spread and you made me bring you to a cheap place like this. Joe, you can't afford to throw your money away. How do you know what I can afford? I may not have as good a job as my cousin Bird yet. What's Bird got to do with it? He's got plenty to do with it. If you didn't have to work today, you'd be out with him now instead of me, I know. Bird isn't working tonight, Joe. He came home before we left there. I could have had dinner with him if I'd wanted. Yeah. Oh, don't be like that, please. Why shouldn't I be? While I was in... While I was away, you and him became awful good friends. We were always friends, the three of us. We grew up on the same block. Yeah, but while I was away, you moved into your old man's room and house so we could be closer friends. Oh, don't start that again tonight. We're out for a pleasant evening and it has been pleasant so far. Please, Joe. All right. Comes out of the zerk. Two plums of pudding and coffee. You know, when you go out with me, Lottie, you're going to get class whether you think I can afford it or not. I'm going to take you to Dance Land. I'm going to buy you a whole roll of tickets. Best you'd get out of that tightwad, Bird, as a soda in a movie. All right, that's all now. Guys, bring me a check, will you? Yes, sir, did you? All right, Joe, since you won't drop the subject, we'll talk about Bird. Well... He wants me to marry him. I figured that from that dirty double-crosser. He isn't a double-crosser. He knows I've been going with you since we were kids that have always been crazy about you. And while I was taking that bum rap on the reformatory... You didn't take a bum rap, Joe, you asked for what you got. All right, so the cops had the goods on me. That gave Bird no right to think... It gave me a right to do a lot of thinking. So you decided a sneaky yellow drip like my cousin is a better bet than me, huh? I don't think Bird is sneaky or yellow. You don't, huh? No. And I don't think you're a criminal. It's nice you get to say that. I'm not being nice, I'm saying what I believe. If you make me sure you've learned your lesson, I... Yeah? You won't have to worry about me liking Bird or... or anyone. There's never really been anybody but you, Joe, only... Only I've got to be sure. How do I make you sure, Lottie? Just show me and Dad that you're steady, that's all. And I've been showing you that since I came back. Didn't I get a job right away? Yes, Joe, but... But I don't see how you can afford those two new suits and that overcoat with what you're making. Oh. Oh, I get it. Bird can buy clothes or take you out and it's okay, isn't it? He's never had trouble with the cops. But the minute I spend an extra buck, you and your old man figure I've glummed it somewhere. Oh, no. Oh, yes. Your old man especially. Hates my insides. He don't want you to have anything to do with me. If Dad hated you, he wouldn't let you stay at our rooming house. He rents rooms and I pay for the one I rent. That's business. And to ease your mind about the extra dough I spent, Lottie. I'm a lucky guy with dice and a good pool player. I... Here's your check, kid. Thanks, Gus. I'll pay you so we can get out of here. We're going to Dance Land and we're... What? Joe? I haven't got my wallet. Oh, you've lost your money? I don't know. Maybe I left it home. Well, phone Dad. He'll look in your room. Well, if he found it, I'd have to go there for it. It's only a few blocks. You stay here, Lottie, while I go and see... Oh, you don't have to leave the lady here, kid. You're an old customer. I know you come back and pay. Well, thanks, Gus, but I can make better time alone. Hand me my overcoat. Even that racket's the blue one there. Oh, sure, sure. Ooh. Oh. It's a fancy coat. Nice and bright. With red stripes. You've got a class, kid. Yeah, but right now I got no dough. I'll come back as soon as I can, Lottie. I hope you find your money. Yeah, I hope so, too. And how. Gee, Casey, it's nice of you and Miss Williams to have Thanksgiving dinner here in the Blue Note with me. We're nice people, Ethelbert. Well, the very best, true, warm-hearted, and generous to a fault. Pass the salt, please. Also, honest, kind, and steadfast. Here's the salt. And pepper. You know where we're going? We're going to the We've risen to the heights of magnanimity, whatever that is, by chewing Thanksgiving turkey in this crummy joint we see every day simply because our little pal here had to work. We could only get away from his bartending long enough to grab a meal on the house. We hope you appreciate our sacrifice, Ethelbert. Oh, I do. Good. Pardon my reach, but I'm going to have to go. I'll see you later. Good. To prove your gratitude, Ethelbert, you can pay for our dinners. Yeah, well... Tabasco, any? Huh? Thanks. Hey, you've made a splendid suggestion, Casey. Paying our bill will relieve Ethelbert of a small part of his obligation for our company. Say, come to think of it, you two are working today yourselves. You didn't have time to get a full meal any further away from your office. than this crummy joint. Ethelbert, you impugn our motive. He destroys my faith in human nature. Ah, yes. The spirit of the day is entirely lost upon this lug. Casey, if you'd pay me what you already owe this crummy joint, I'd be only too happy to buy you dinner. Get it, Walter. This guy's too wise for us, Annie. I'm afraid so, Casey. Casey. Oh, yes? You wanted the bar phone, you said you'd day. Oh, nuts, I only just finished my turkey. No, this means no dessert, Casey. I'll see what Burke wants. We'll stall him off if you can. Yeah, I'll do my best, Annie. Hello, Grace. Hello, Casey speaking. Look, Burke, we haven't finished our dinner yet. Oh, all right, all right. Where do I get my pencil? Corner of Whitestone and Evans. What happened there? Is that all? For a run-of-the-mill story like that, we got to leave our dessert? Well, okay, Burke, all right, goodbye. Why I stick to this newspaper racket, I don't know. What was it, Casey? All the crap. Look, we got to get out to Whitestone and Evans, and some mug just held up a filling station there and got away with a couple of hundred bucks. Did he shoot anyone? No, no. Just one of those inside page fillers. Burke says news is light and we got to cover it. All right, where is Whitestone and Evans? The way uptown, not far from Petrakis Olympian Restaurant. You know, we've eaten there a couple of times. Yeah, I remember. Any description of the holdup guard? Yeah, he wore a flashy blue overcoat with red stripes. See you later, pal. So long, Appleburg. So long. Say, wait! Who's going to pay for this crummy joint? Crummy joint? Our story will continue in just a moment. In mansion or cottage, in city or town, Thanksgiving Day is a time for family reunions, feasting, and fun. But through all the gaiety, there runs a deep note of real Thanksgiving for blessings past and present. There's a tacit recognition that a better fed nation is a stronger, happier nation. And one of the ways in which the American way has made its greatest progress is in the production, preparation, and distribution of food. Now, take the matter of delivering food alone. 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Well, he wore his hat pulled down over his eyes, and a handkerchief was tied around the lower part of his face. Also, he waked five minutes. And he was wearing a hat pulled down over his eyes, and a handkerchief was tied around the lower part of his face. Also, he waked fast. What'd he do? Well, he told me to get into the gent's, uh, the restroom there, and to keep quiet. He locked the door on me, and I heard him open up the money drawer there, and then I heard him leave the joint. I started pounding on the door, and after a while I managed to bust out. That was about quarter to eight, and then I phoned the cop. Am I to buy you a picture of that busted door, Sergeant? Go ahead, Casey. Thanks. You'll want a picture of me too, won't you, Mr. Casey? Huh? Oh, sure, yeah, the door and you. The door first. It's gonna give me old lady a big kick to see me written up with a paper say. Hey, uh, was this big puddle of grease in front of this door, Jones, when the old up guy locked you in? Oh, yeah, yeah, I spilled it there earlier, and I had enough time to clean it up. Now, the mug must have stepped in there, Casey. Along with the description of his flashy coat I've sent out, I included instructions to look for a guy with dirty grease stains on his shoes. Well, the two things together ought to nail him, sir. Yeah, I told the sergeant something else that ought to nail a guy. What's that? One of the bills he stole out of the money drawer was an old 20 that had been torn in two and kind of stuck together with scotch tape. I took it in just before the robbery, so I remember it. Looks like you cops have plenty to work on, Sarge. Yeah. Well, we got all there is, Annie. Let's blow out of here and get back to the blue note and get some plum pudding and coffee. Ha-ha, come on. Hey, ain't you gonna take my picture first? Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'll, uh, I'll kind of stand here by the empty cash drawer and point my finger at it. Yeah, that'll be original. Well, stand at point, pal. Go ahead. Great. All set now. Shoot. Jones. Hey, hey, hey, Gus, I'm getting my picture took. Don't walk in front of the camera. I have just hear what happened to you about that guy in the blue overcoat which holds you up. Well, I'll tell you all about that later, Gus. Soon as I get my picture. No, no, I tell you and those cops about it now. You tell. Who are you? Oh, I am Gus Nikopopoulos. I am waiting in Petrakis Olympian restaurant three blocks from here. And I know who is the kid who robbed my good friend Jones. You know? Yeah, I know as soon as I am told the news about that fancy overcoat. What are you talking about? Yeah, what are you talking about? I tell you cops everything. Even where to find this holup kid. He tell me he is going with his girl to dance land. You got no right to pull me off that dance floor, copper. I don't believe this, waiter sergeant. Joe hasn't held up anybody. We are going to see about that. Close the door, will you, Casey? Okay, sergeant. Now, this overcoat we got from the check room, it's yours, isn't it, Bowers? Yeah, it's my coat. And you, Jones, say the guy who stuck you up wore a coat just like it? It's the same coat, sergeant. You're nuts. The store I bought this blanket at a couple of dozen just like it. Now, take it easy, kid. If your story is okay, we'll check on everyone who owns a coat like this. I am going to search you. While I'm at it, you can tell us what you did after leaving Petracca's restaurant. After you couldn't find your wallet, I mean. I went straight to my room and house to look for my dough. Finally, I found it in the dresser drawer. And I came straight back to Petracca's velada. It's Miss Newcomb here. The doughs in that wallet you just took out of my pocket. It's about 40 bucks and it's mine. I didn't steal it. Hey, is that torn 20 in the wallet, sergeant? No, Jones. Torn 20? I guess he hasn't got a gun on him either, Sarge. He's clean, Casey. Sorry, shoes. Grease would show up plain on those light tans. He may have changed shoes and hidden a few things. Yeah. How far is your rooming house from that filling station, kid? It's two blocks away down Evans Street. My father runs it. How long did Joe leave you in Petracca's while he was finding his money? I didn't time it. It wasn't more than 15 minutes, maybe a half an hour. So what? So you had plenty of time to stick up Jones and go to your room before you came back to Petracca's. All right of us away, you dope-it coppa. Search my room. I'm going to do that little thing, young fella. All of you, let's go. Lottie, why have you and Joe come home with all these people and these policemen? Everything's all right, Dad. They made a mistake about Joe, but it's going to be all right. A mistake about Joe? A big mistake, Mr. Newcomb. I don't understand. I'm Sergeant Healy, 5th Detective District. There was a stick up a few blocks from here tonight and Joe Bowers here is under suspicion. A stick up? Joe? He didn't do it, Dad. I know he didn't. You were with him, Lottie. You must know. Your daughter wasn't with him for a long half hour. Mr. Newcomb, I haven't taken time to get a search warrant, so I'd like your permission to go over Joe's room. Give him a go ahead. I have. He'll find nothing to tie me up with any heist job. All right with you, sir? Oh, yes, sir, of course. Thanks. Take me to your room, Bowers. Come on. Everybody else stay here with this uniformed officer. Miss Williams and I would like to go with you and Joe, Sarge. Okay, Casey. Thanks, Sarge. My room's on the next floor. It's right up those stairs. Well, either way, kid. And don't try anything tricky. Why should I try anything? What you got on me is that a stick up guy wore an overcoat like mine. And that's all you're going to get. There's the door in my room, cop. Open it and make yourself at home. Give me your key. The door isn't locked. I never bother. I'll turn on the lights. Now do your stuff. I will. You won't find anything locked up here. Because I got nothing worth stealing and nothing to hide. Now if you were going to work in my cousin's room across the hall, you'd need a fistful of keys. He's one of those careful secretive guys. You got a cousin living across the hall? Yeah, his name's Bird. A Ferdinand. And is he a crumb? I take it you don't like him. I like him about as much as he likes me. Maybe more. Unless he's been making a play for my girl. He isn't getting anywhere. How you doing, copper? You see anything of the dough I'm supposed to have stolen or the gatch you think I use in that stick up? Not yet, kid. And you won't? I'm 100% in the clear. Oh, yeah? How did this get under your carpet? What? Casey! A torn $20 bill. Stuck together with Scotch tape. I never saw that bill before. And I think Jones will identify it as the one taken from his cash drawer. Wait a minute. There's more dough under this rug, Sarge. A couple of hundred bucks at least. I spotted it, Casey. I don't know how it got there. I didn't pull that stick up. Cut the comedy, Joe. This money nails you. This is a frame up. I tell you it's a frame. Where'd you hide your gun? I never had a gun. I swear I didn't. Come clean, kid. Where's the gun? Wait a minute. Will you give me a break? Let me think. Let me think a minute. Yeah. Yeah, there's just one mug will pull a thing like this. And if you're right, guys, you won't let him get away with it. Question Ferd, Sarge, and question my cousin Ferd. His wound's right across the hall. Might be a good idea, Sarge. Okay. Let's go over. That's the room. Yes? I, um... I'd like to talk to you a minute. This is the police. Just a second. They're just starting to get ready for bed. I'm Detective Sergeant Healy, young man. This is Miss Williams and, um... Mr. Casey, are you? Hello there. What do you want? Let me close this door. Your cousin Joe here has made some accusations against you that it's my duty to investigate. Oh, he has, has he? Do you own an overcoat like Joe's here? Blue with, um, red stripes? An overcoat like that? Have you ever worn one? I wouldn't wear a zoot blanket like that if you paid me. You say? Yes, I say. Mind if I look around your room? Why? First, someone wearing an overcoat like Joe has held up the Whitestone filling station tonight and... What? You know where I bought this coat, Ferd. I think you got one just like it on the QT. I think you slipped my wallet out of my pocket just before I left here with Lottie tonight, so I'd have to leave her and look for it. You were watching the restaurant when I left that you went to that filling station. Why are you crazy? Sergeant, you can't believe this. Maybe I don't. But I want to search your room. Now, wait a minute. Huh? Have you got a search warrant? No. Then get out of here. Say... I know I write. Unlike a certain relative of mine, I've got a clean record. Who are you calling a lousy record? You, Joe. Boy, I'll knock your teeth out. Shut it up. Shut it, both of you. So you don't want me to search your room, hey, young fella? You heard me before, Sergeant. Hey, pal, wait a minute. You're taking the wrong attitude. You've got nothing to hide. This isn't the way to show it. He's got a good reason for saying you can't search, and I'm going to prove it. Keep out of that closet, Joe. Make me if you can. I'll make you your own, Ferd. Let me go. Come on, Joe. I'll get a warrant. You don't need a warrant, Sarge. Look there. What? In the back of his closet, covered with other clothes. Oh, an overcoat like yours. Just like mine. And in his pocket, there's a gun. I never saw that coat before. I never saw that gun. Well, somebody did. Come on. I'm taking you both to headquarters. I don't know how that overcoat got in my closet, Sergeant. I swear I never saw it or that gun before. Oh, you've been saying, Ferd. Both of you get into this car. You did this to me, Joe. Sure, I got wise to you, frame up your louse. I threw it right back at you. We'll continue our discussion at the station, Houch. Of course, you'll only hold me long enough to get my testimony. I'll be back home in an hour or so. Maybe. You and Miss Williams tagging along after us, Casey? No, Sarge. I may give you a buzz later, though. We still have our Thanksgiving dinner to finish. Why don't you two get jobs that won't make you work on holidays? Why don't you? You mean like Captain Logan? I've been thinking about it for the last 25 years. Good night. Night, Sarge and Haley. Come on, let's get into our car, Casey. And get our stuff to the paper and... I'm going back to that rooming house, Annie. Why? Are you convinced that Cousin Ferd framed Cousin Joe? Well, his attempt to prevent a search of his room didn't look very good. Annie, I'm just thinking. Well, Joe found that overcoat with what might be called surprising ease. I'm tired to believe that Joe would invite his own arrest in order to frame his cousin. By one little slip. The framer, whoever he is, did make a slip, Annie. His plan didn't anticipate a grease puddle. And he had to get rid of a pair of shoes that may walk back and kick him. Well, none of the shoes in Joe's room or in Ferd's had any grease stains on them. No? Sergeant Haley hasn't forgotten those missing shoes, and he'll be back pretty soon to really look for them. Well, I'm going to start looking right now. I'll ring Newcomb's bell. Sometimes I wish your snooping instincts were more restrained, Casey. I'd like a cup of coffee now and... Hi, Mr. Newcomb. Mr. Casey. Yes, may we come in? Of course, but I thought... We didn't go with Sergeant Haley and his prisoners. I wanted to ask, how's your daughter now? She wasn't taking this thing very well when we left. Oh, she feels terrible about it. Miss Williams, perhaps a woman can talk to her better than I can. Would you try to convince her that everything will come out all right? I'll gladly try, Mr. Newcomb. She's in our private living room. Go on in and talk to her alone, Annie. I'll stay here. All right. It breaks my heart to see my girl crying, Mr. Casey. She's all I have. She blames herself for what has happened. It isn't her fault that two young fools became so infatuated with her. I knew they hated each other, but I never anticipated anything like this. No, I guess not. Of course you had some reason for coming back here, Mr. Casey. Yes, I came back to ask your permission. Yes? I want permission to ask a few personal questions... between ourselves and off the record. Very well. You haven't wanted Joe for a son-in-law, have you? In my place, would you? The boy has served a reformatory sentence that, according to my observation, has failed to steady him or improve his sense of values. Ferd has been Joe's opposite, I imagine. He always seems so. Lottie strikes me as a pretty sensible girl, Mr. Newcomb. Unless one of those fellows confesses he framed the other, or it can be definitely proven, she'll doubt both of them too much to marry either one of them. Yes, I think that's so. And as there'll be no confession or definite proof, things should work out exactly as you planned. As I planned? You're the guy behind this double frame-up. Oh, Mr. Casey. You didn't think I'd be back, did you? You shouldn't have changed back into those comfortable old shoes after Sergeant Healy left here. You did a lousy job of cleaning off that grease. Oh, but... You held up that filling station and framed both the boys to keep your daughter from marrying either one of them. I was very foolish, wasn't I? Yes, I think so. Shall I call Sergeant Healy? All right. You can call Sergeant Healy, Mr. Casey. I'm ready to confess. Wait a minute. Let me take a close look at those shoes. What? The pool of grease in that filling station you heard us talk about wasn't deep enough to reach far above the soles of a shoe. Hey. You greased those shoes yourself. You spread it on so thick it covers the toes and heels. I didn't spread it on... Pal, you're a beautiful liar. And I'm a beautiful dope. You greased those shoes and put them on knowing the cops had come back and spot them. You were willing to take the rap. Because your kid is in love with one of those punks. You can't prove that. Nobody can. And when I confess, that's all that's needed. You forget. The police lab will compare the grease on these shoes with a filling station grease, and it won't be the same. And then Sergeant Healy will go right back to work on Joe and Ferd. The police laboratory can tell? Yes, definitely, Mr. Newcomb. Hmm. But if it couldn't, don't you think your confession would be much harder for your daughter to take than the loss of a little rat she thinks she cares for? But I...I couldn't dare to see her cry anymore. All I could think of to do was what I tried. You see, I know the guilty boy, Mr. Casey, and she's loved Joe ever since they were children. No, Joe... I found his grease-stained shoes hidden in the cellar tonight. His taste in shoes is like his taste in overcoats, so I could make no mistake. Hmm. Well, let's get him and take him to the cops. Later, Mr. Newcomb, your daughter's going to realize that the lowdown she'll get on Joe tonight is a cause for real thanksgiving. We'll join the crowd at the Blue Note in just a moment. This is Harry Marble to remind you how important the new Anchor Glass one-way no-deposit bottle is to your enjoyment of ale and beer. It's a custom-made container made just for you. No one has used it before, and no one ever will use it again. When you're through with it, you dispose of it as you would any other food container. There's no deposit, no fuss or bother. And the new Anchor Glass one-way bottle assures you of sparkling ale and beer without cloudiness and with no foreign flavor or aroma. 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Lottie sank into Ferd's manly arms when she heard the lowdown, and she seemed very comfortable. See what some guys will do for love. As my sister Edna says, quote, if love didn't make the world go round, there wouldn't be so much dizziness, unquote. Or so much niceness. Yeah. A grand guy, Lottie's old man. Hey, Annie, what's the matter with her? We got plum pudding and coffee still coming to us. How about it, Ethelbert, huh? Oh, it's about time. Oh, what's so funny? There isn't anymore. Crime photographer starring Stats Cotsworth as Casey is brought to you each Thursday by the Anchor Hocking Glass Corporation, makers of Fire King oven glass, anchor glass containers, anchor caps and closures, all products of Anchor Hocking, the most famous name in glass. Crime photographer is directed by John Dease. The original music is by Archie Blyer, and the program features Miss Jan Minor as Anne, and John Gibson as Ethelbert. Herman Chittison is the Blue Note Pianist. 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