The Anchorhawking Glass Corporation brings you crime photographer. Hi, Ethelbert. What are you thinking of? I was just thinking how differently they teach kids to write today. You mean you went to school, Ethelbert? What I mean is they don't teach them to write the ABCs today. No? No, they teach them to write whole words. That sounds reasonable. Look, here's a page from my little nephew's copy book. Read it. Wow. This is something we got to get Tony Marvin to read. You go ahead, Tony. Oh, what a beautiful thought, Casey. It says here 16 times, one after the other, Anchorhawking, the most famous name in glass. Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is Tony Marvin. Every week at this time, the Anchorhawking 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. Our adventure for tonight, tough guy. Saturday night, shortly before 10 o'clock, a side street cab stand on the fringes of the city's theatrical district. A tall man dressed entirely in gray detaches himself from the doorway of a shabby hotel where he's been loitering and approaches a taxi that has just moved up to the first place in line. He opens its door and... Take me up to 132nd Street. Yes, sir. Whereabouts in 132nd? I'll tell you when we get there. Just take the shortest way. Okay? You a good driver? I don't get no complaints. You look kind of young to me. An experienced. How long you been hacking? Long enough. Yes, you how long? Couple of months. Figured you were kind of wet behind the ears. Look, mister, I drove army tanks from Normandy right up to Berlin. I think that ought to qualify me to sit behind a wheel of a hack. Oh, you're next GI, huh? Your hack license here says your name is Isadore Goldfarb. That's right. Watch your driving, Izzy. And watch your step. And we won't have no trouble. Look here, mister, I don't like your kind of talk. If you're looking for trouble, get yourself another taxi and... I like this taxi and I like you, Izzy. You know where the Sutter Avenue Theater is? Yeah, it's off 132nd Street. Drive me past there after we get to 132nd. I want to see what movie's playing at the Sutter Avenue Theater. Turn around here, Izzy, and take me past the Sutter Avenue again. I already told you to pass that theater twice, mister. What are you on about? You were the third time. Okay, but what's the big idea? What do you care as long as you get your fare paid? It's a good picture playing at the Sutter Avenue about cops and robbers. It's exciting, I hear. And you like pictures about cops and robbers, Izzy? Yeah, they're all right. They're made for jerks like you. Now, wait a minute. They teach you that crime don't pay. Stop here, let me out. Mr. Upby Glatter. There's two bucks, so long. Wait a minute, Mac, the meter says 240. You want to make something out of it? Oh, I guess that's a gun you're holding inside your pocket. You start something, you'll find out what it is. I was only kidding about the dosage. Here's a five spot. Keep the change and forget you ever saw me. Remember that, punk. So long. No one's pushing this at all, Gofab, around like he didn't get in the way with it. I drove right here to your precinct house here. Now, where'd the guy go when he left you, Gofab? He dumped him on the corner of Olive Street. That's the last I seen of him. Well, you just figured he had a gun in his pocket, didn't you? You didn't see it. Yeah, but the cloth bulged out like there was a gat underneath. What do you think of it, Casey? Sounds like the old gag, son. Gag? Gofab, what you've told us, this guy probably wouldn't have gotten into your cab if you hadn't been a new hacky. What's that got to do? Son, this world is full of screwballs. One particular kind decides you've got to impress somebody. Often he gets into a cab and starts to act tough like he's seen down in gangster movies. Yeah, old-time hackies are wise to type, though, pal, and they either humor the guys or give them a quick brush-off. Well, you took this dope seriously, so he went through with the whole act, even suggesting he'd pull a rod on you. Yeah, it's 20 to 1 that the gat was nothing more dangerous than a pipe. Well, why'd he have to drive me past the Sutter Avenue theater three times and... That was part of his mystery buildup. His world is full of screwballs, son. You mean I'd just been played for sat-down? I think so, because the last thing a real crook wants to do is attract attention from anyone. But I'll take down this guy's description just in case. Yeah, yeah, he was tall and skinny. He was dressed tall and gray. He liked gray hat, dark gray overcoat. Excuse me. Yeah. 47 percent police station, Sergeant Vanelli speaking. Hold up and murder. Huh? Sutter Avenue Theater? Sutter Avenue? Yes. Yes, I've got it. Man will be there in a jump. Goodbye. Hey, what is it, Sarge? What is it? A guy, a lone heist guy dressed all in gray. All in gray? Looks like the gag's on us, Goldfarb. Now, you stick with us. We may need you. Olsen? Yeah? Brush a detail over to the Sutter Avenue Theater. Yes, sir. Fogarty? Yeah? A lot of call to call cars. Pick up slender man about six feet tall, wearing light gray fedora and dark gray overcoat. Advise caution. He's a killer. Right. That's right. Hey, who'd he kill, Sarge? The theater manager. I'm calling Captain Logan a homicide. And I'm getting to that theater with my camera. Wait just a minute, Miss Summers. I want still another picture of you. Stand on the left side of that office door this time. I'm so upset, Mr. Casey. I can't pose anymore. Look, this won't take a second. This will be a profile shot. You've got a swell profile here. Break it up, Casey. Uh-oh. You finally got here, Logan, huh? I'm here, and you'll take no more pictures. Hey, you precinct guys had no business to let this newspaper out there. Name them, pal. I got here at the same time they did. Pipe down. The dead man's in that office, Sergeant. Yes, Captain. Nothing's been disturbed in there. After we made sure he was dead, we came right out here in the lobby and closed that door. You tech men, get in there and do your stuff. You too, Doc. Yes, Captain. This girl, the cashier? Yes, sir. She's got a name as cute as she is, Logan. Betsy Summers. It's Betty, not Betsy. Betty's cute. Shut up, Casey. I mean, Summers, my report is that you witnessed the holdup and murder. Yes, sir. On Captain Logan, homicide squad. Please tell me everything that happened. Well, I work in the booth out by the main doors. I'm the ticket seller. Tonight, as I always do after the feature goes on for the last time, I check the last of the day's receipts, close the booth and brought the money and the remainder of the last ticket roll used to Mr. Mackel's office. Mackel's your theater manager? He was. Go on, please. Well, as usual, he was inside checking the previous receipts I'd given him and his door was locked. The door being locked was usual, huh? Yes. I knocked and just as he opened the door, a hand was pressed down over my mouth. A man had come up behind me. I hadn't seen or heard him. When the door opened, he pushed me inside, closed the door and said he'd shoot Mr. Mackel and me if we made any noise. He had a gun, huh? We found a gun, Captain. Now wait, Sergeant. Go on, Ms. Summers. The man told Mr. Mackel to open the safe and Mr. Mackel did as he was told. Then he must have thought he saw a chance to grab his gun. Anyway, he jumped at the man and the man shot him and then he... the man ran out that door and I screamed. You finally heard me. They came to the office and that's all I know. Anyone to see him make his getaway? We haven't found anyone who did, sir. Logan, take a look at this layout here. There's a fire exit leading to an alley only a few yards away from the door of that office. The guy went out that way, then through the alley to the street in back, which isn't heavily traveled. We know he did that because he found his gun at the alley only a few feet from that fire exit. Now let's see the gun. Here, sir. 32 revolver, no fingerprint on it. One shell fired. Very recently. Now, Miss Summers, I understand you were able to provide a good description of the bandit. Well, I can't be sure about his face, Captain. Things happened so quickly and his hat was pulled down, his overcoat collar turned up, but I am sure about his height, his figure and his clothes. That's more than most witnesses are sure of. Hey, Logan, have you heard about a previous report made by a cab driver on a mug answering the same description? What's that? A hacky named Goldfarb came to the precinct house just before this job was pulled, Captain. One thing at a time, you fellas. I want to know about this hacky and about everything else, but first let me get a complete picture of what's happened here. Now, Miss Summers, how much money did the stickup get away with? About, I guess, about 6,000. Another bad haul. Now, you say your screams finally brought help to you, Miss Summers. Didn't anyone hear the shot that killed Mackerel? No. The picture being shown here, Logan, is a crime picture. At the time the shot was fired in that office, a noisy gun battle was coming over the soundtrack. I see. Well, I'll take a look inside that office now. Captain Logan. Yeah? I've got the guy in gray. You've got... You're nuts putting a pinch on me, copper. Come on, you... That's the man who held us up, Captain. He's the man who shot Mr. Mackerel. What's this babe talking about? I never saw her before. I saw you. I recognize your clothes. You're the killer. Shut up! Where'd you find this guy, officer? I spotted him in the crowd outside. I was there for the same reason the crowd is. I heard there'd been a stick up there. Shut up, I said! Have you searched him? First thing, sir. There's no gun on him and he's not carrying a stolen doe. We know what he did with his gun. Hey, you fellow, where's the money you took? I asked you a question. Answer it. Twice before you told me to shut up. I'm taking that advice till I see my lawyer. Stuff like that'll get you to no place. Where's the doe? They give it to charity. Well, since you want to play it the hard way, take him down to headquarters, boys. Athelbert, have Walter bring me up another cup of coffee, will you? Sure, Casey. Hey, Walter! Another cup of jam for this guy who never gets his breakfast before noon. How about you, Miss Will? No thanks. I don't want to spoil my appetite for lunch. You were able to get to bed at a decent hour last night, Annie. I had to follow up that theater job. Finish telling us what happened after the cops took that guy in gray down to headquarters, huh, pal? Well, they identified him as a small-time crook with the name of Clint Morris. He's been rapped a couple of times, but no gun stuff. He's none that's on the record. Goldfarb, the hacky, positively identified him as the tough guy he drove past the Sutter Avenue Theater three times. The guy got out of his cab only a block away from there. But he admitted not to go. Not a thing, no. That guy's really tough. Well, his toughness won't get him anywhere, not with the evidence he's up against. No, no, no. That evidence is far from complete, Annie. He's still got to be connected with that stolen dough. Well, he will be. Just give the cops a little time. When they have an almost closed case like this, it isn't often they fail to shut it tight. Yeah, yeah, but I can't help wondering about a lot of things, huh? Hmm, what things? I, I... No, I'm probably all wrong. I won't stick my neck out this time. But when and if I ever get that second cup of coffee, Annie, let's you and me go down to headquarters and see what's happened since last night. This is what's happened. The case against Morris is completely blown up. Blown up, look. Captain. And you helped do it, Casey. Me? I... No, I'm glad it happened now instead of later. The pictures you took of Morris right after his arrest, pal, one of them ran in this morning's express. I don't page one, too. Well, a guy saw it, a conscientious guy who runs a corner drugstore only three blocks from that theater. Yeah. He comes in here with three other guys about an hour ago and they all swear that Morris was in the drugstore when the stick-up and the murder was committed. So Morris has an alibi. He has a perfect alibi. Yeah, I figured he might have. You figured he... Well, after I woke up this morning when it was too late to do anything about it. It's funny, Casey. I got about the same idea at about the same time. Yeah? You men are so clairvoyant. No, Annie, no. We're slow on the uptake. In fact, we're dumb. I don't get it. Sit down, chums. Let's have a meeting of the so-called minds. Here's how to brighten up your breakfast table for years to come at a cost of only a dollar or two. Get a few cups and sauces, a few plates of gay, colorful jadeite. Yes, jadeite, the revolutionary new dinnerware developed by Anchor Harking. Jadeite is a delicate, inviting green in color. It has the texture of rare and costly porcelain. Yet jadeite is as strong and heatproof as the fire king oven glass you use for baking. And jadeite is incredibly low in price. For instance, a cup and saucer cost only 15 cents for the two pieces. And a complete 35-piece dinner service for six is yours for less than $5. Ask for jadeite at your favorite chain store, department store, hardware store, or any store selling chinaware and glass. Remember jadeite, spelled J-A-D-E-I-T-E. Jadeite, newest triumph of Anchor Harking. The most famous name in glass. First Logan, have you freed Morris? No, but I'll have trouble holding him much longer. We've got nothing on him now. Salabye is on the level. There's nothing he can tell you. I think there's plenty he can tell Annie. I guess Logan does too. Yeah. Well, he sure made himself look guilty, Miss Wiggins. You mean by his actions with that cab drive? Well, sure. Morris deliberately called attention to himself. I figure now, when it's a little late. And he was working with another guy. Another guy about his height and figure who wore the same kind of clothes. And the other man did the stick-up. Yeah. While Morris was establishing an alibi. And Morris got himself arrested so the other guy would have plenty of chance to get away with the dough. I don't altogether agree with that theory, pal. Why not? Why should there have been another man in the deal? Well, the girl cashier saw him. And only the cashier saw him. Well, that girl. Yeah. She was trusted by her boss. He'd have opened his safe while she was there as a matter of course. She could have shot him under cover of that noisy picture and had thrown the gun into the alley from that firing. Well, sure. Stuck the dough in a temporary hiding place before she yelled. Yeah. And of course her boyfriend would be pinched for the job before any kind of a search could be made. Well, you let her go. She's had all night this morning to recover that dough and to really hide it. Have I been dumb? Well, have I been dumb or I listened to Goldfarb and told him his tough guy passenger had been putting on an act. Yeah. And I fell for the act. I'll turn Morris loose. Have him tailed night and day. Eventually he'll contact that summer's gal or whoever worked with him and then... Yeah, yeah. That'll take a long time, Logan. Well, of course you would know a quick, easy way. Well, maybe. The summer's babe is a pretty cute little number. What's her looks got to do with it? Oh, to Casey, a gal's looks have everything to do with everything about her. Now, you're wrong, Annie. You're wrong. But that applies to a lot of guys less smart than I am. It might apply to Morris. What are you driving at? Well, deals between men and women that result in robbery and murder are seldom just business deals, Logan. Look, they made us fall for the corny old trick, pal. I think we can make them fall for one, too. I know my right, Captain. You got no excuse for keeping me here. Two days ago, you learned I had an alibi that I couldn't have pulled a theater stick up. Now, you gotta let me go. Take it easy, Morris. We can hold you on suspicion. You see, this guy denies everything. Mm-hmm. He sounds on the level to me, Logan. You don't know he's kind like I do. I am on a level. Oh, look, Casey, you're not a cop. You must know I'm getting a raw deal here. Can't you do something through your paper? Oh, no, no. I'd like to, Morris, but you know how things are. Yeah, sure. You gotta string along with these coppers or you don't get news or pictures. You gotta be as lousy as they are. Come in. Inspector Phillips wants to see you, Captain. I'll be right with him. Morris, don't try to crash out on Casey while you're alone with him. What a chance with bars on the windows and steel doors with cops outside it. I think you'll stay here. See you later. You know, I'm really sorry for you, Morris. You are getting a raw deal. Nuts, Casey. You're just like the cops. No, no, no. Because I think I owe you something. You owe me something? Yeah. What? Well, if it hadn't been for you, I wouldn't have met a swell babe. Babe? Mm-hmm. She's been a cashier at that theater, Betty Summers. What about her? I've been getting acquainted. She went to dinner with me last night. Yeah? Uh-huh. Got another date with her tonight, too. And she's the kind of a gal I really go for. I guess she isn't finding me too hard to take, either. Why tell me about your love life? Well, because, by accident, of course, you got me acquainted with her. You know, the only fault I find with her is that she's too easy to know. Oh, she is, huh? Well, all I know or care about her is that she made a phony identification of me. Oh, she doesn't admit it was her phony. You're nuts. How could you claim otherwise when my alibi's been proved? Haven't the cops told you? Cops don't tell me anything. Hey, look, that gal doesn't really hold out on me being the guy. I shouldn't have mentioned that. I didn't know. So that's why they're still keeping me here. And she's going places with you. Well, going places with me has nothing to do with her insistence that you were the stick-up man in spite of your alibi. Well, thank her for what she's doing when you see her tonight, Casey. Tell her I don't forget little favors like that. Hey, you're not threatening my gal, are you? Your gal? No. I'm not threatening anybody, Casey. Well, thanks very much for letting me take these additional pictures of you, Miss Summers. Oh, you're welcome, Mr. Casey. You know, it's an awful nice little apartment you have here. It's comfortable. Rent's cheap. That's good. That's all a working gal can ask for. Which reminds me, I've got to be getting to work. You'll excuse me, of course. Oh, sure, yeah. I'll be on my way right away. See, I guess it isn't easy for you to go back to that theater every day after what happened. No, it isn't. I think I'll have to give it up and get another job. Uh-huh. By the way, the papers say that the police are still holding that man, that Morris, that I was so mistaken about. Oh, yeah. They may hold on him for quite a while. Why? It's been proved he couldn't have shot Mr. Mackle and stolen that money. Well, off the record, Miss Summers, the cops have an idea he may have been working with the real Heist guys, eh? But if he was, he's got no big worries and he knows it. You know, Morris is a smart guy. What do you mean? Well, even if it can be proved that he connived in the crime, his alibi puts him in the clear as far as a murder rap's concerned. You see, his partner takes the rap all the way along the line. His partner did the killing, his partner took the money, and Morris took an alibi. Pretty dumb, that partner, whoever he is. Don't you think so? Oh, I... Yes, but, uh, Mr. Casey, I thought... What? I thought that, uh, that when two people plan a crime together, they take the same chance, and if they're caught, both are considered equally guilty. Isn't that the law? Well, in principle, yeah, but not in practice. You see, Morris is an experienced guy and he protected himself. He's quite a character, that Morris. Miss Summers, as a woman, would you figure that that low-brow, sour-looking string bean is hot stuff with a gal? I don't know what you mean. Well, the cops have found out that he's left broken-hearted dames all over the country. He loves them and leaves them, usually with all their dough in his pocket, too. Quite a guy, huh? Oh, say, look, I'm chewing the fat here. You want to get started. Well, I'll run along, and thanks again for letting me come up and shoot those extra pictures, Miss Summers. You're welcome, Mr. Casey. So long. Bye. Who's there? Me, Clint. Clint? Let me in. Just a minute. I'll close and lock the door. You've escaped. No, the cops turned me loose a couple hours ago. You're legally free. Deprized, ain't you, Betty? Surprised that you were foolish enough to come to my apartment. We're not supposed to know each other, and if you were followed... I wasn't followed. I'm smart enough to know when I'm being tailed. You are smart in a lot of ways. Yeah. So are you, babe. I wasn't, but I'm learning. You learn fast. Too fast. No, I learned almost too late. But I can think when an idea hits me in the face, Clint. And I've been thinking hard ever since I started for work this afternoon. I'm glad to see you tonight. That goes double, everything you said. But I thought I might have to stall around before I could see you until your boyfriend left. My boyfriend? Yeah, I listened for a long time outside your door there to make sure he was alone. What are you talking about? You played me for a sap. I played you for a sap? And how? After my brains playing that theater job. I even told you how and when to shoot your boss and where to hide the door. Sure, you planned all the dirty work for me while you set up an alibi that'd keep you in the clear. That alibi'll keep me in the clear. Even if you had the chance to rat on me. And you're the kind of wood rat, you little double-crosser, trying to keep me in jail, going out with guys the minute I'm put away. I didn't! Don't lie to me! Clint, let me go! I'm gonna kill you for what you did! I'm gonna kill you! Put your mitts over her throat, Morris. Take them off! Logan! You cops were outside that door listening? And we heard a mouthful from both of you. You won't do much good now, Morris. This was a plan, Casey, a trap! Yeah, and how you walked right into it. Casey, you... Call me sweetie, Betty. Or didn't you know that I'm your boyfriend? We'll join the crowd at the Blue Note in just a moment. I'd like to remind the thousands of people in the United States listening to this program of one simple fact. You can now buy your favorite brand of beer and ale in a new kind of bottle that requires no deposit and never has to be returned to the store. Because practically every one of you has known the annoyance caused by empty bottles, I repeat, you can now buy your favorite brand of beer and ale in a new kind of bottle which requires no deposit. 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I'll bet they blamed one another most for believing the stuff Casey told each one about the other, huh, Miss Bethel? Well, that did seem to be a pretty sore point with them. What made you figure they was that way about one another, Casey, and that you could bust them up the way you did? Well, I heard... Casey knows all about love, Bethelbert. He learned from books. From... Hmm. Er, Annie, the vernal equinox will soon be here. Hmm? Spring. You might let me take you for a drive by the seashore on some moonlit night in spring. And? Well, then if it doesn't rain... Yeah? I might show you some things that can't be learned from books. Oh, Casey, I can hardly wait for spring, moonlight and guaranteed dry weather. Say what? You two are spoofing. Why, Ethelbert? I don't approve a spoofing the tender passion. As my sister Edna says, quote, Love may not be all it's cracked up to be, but folks who won't give it a try ought to be cracked down on. Unquote, and I got business to attend to. I'm afraid Ethelbert and sister Edna have something, Casey. Ah, yeah, Annie. Hmm, I'm afraid they have. Er, it's almost spring. There's no moonlight. And it's raining. Oh, who cares? Let's go. Prime photographer starring Stats Cotsworth as Casey is written by Alonzo Dean Cole. It's 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. Prime Photographer is directed by John Dietz and is based on the fictional character of Flash Gun Casey, created by George Harmon Cox. 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. If your child were crippled, you'd do everything in your power for him. Lucky you, your child's all right. But how about your neighbor's child? It's within your power to help him. 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