Danger, Dr. Danfield. The human mind is like a cave. Beyond the light, there are dark passageways and mysterious receptors. I, Dr. Daniel Danfield, have explored those known retreats and know their secrets. Dr. Daniel Danfield, authority on crime psychology, has an unhappy faculty for getting himself mixed up in hazardous predicaments because of his astonishing revelations regarding the workings of the criminal mind. As our story opens, we find Dr. Danfield in his office dictating to his pretty young secretary, Rusty Fairfax. Period paragraph. And unfortunately, he began to look to Miss Fairfax and me as though our trip of 3,000 miles to the town of Santa Playa, California was to be without profit. However, after delivering my lecture at the university, we entered upon one of the most exciting adventures of our careers. It wasn't until three days later, however, that I learned of a strange wedding that had taken place in Tijuana, Mexico. Well, we are back in the United States again, my dear. It's all right with me. I hate Mexico. Oh, but I thought you liked it. You said it. Yeah, yeah, I know. I said I wanted to go down there to get married because it was romantic. Well, I didn't know what it was going to be like. Does it make a difference? We are now missing Mrs. Manuel Algello. Where will we go back to Mexico again? That I swear. I'll say we won't. I think Mexico left a bad taste in your mouth, my dear. Come close to me. Let us kiss and forget... Oh, Manuel, stop. Stop? Put your wife... You know, the man kisses his own wife? No. No? Look, Manuel, we might as well face it now as ever. I'm leaving you in the next town. You are leaving? Oh, come, my dear, you make the joke. No, but no joke. I'm walking out on you. Walking out? This is something I do not understand. We are married. We are in love. Nope. Wrong again, Manny. Married, but not in love. I never did love you. But Annie... Don't call me Annie. The name is Anne. Very well. Now will you explain, please, that my ears are deceiving me, that I did not hear correctly what you said? You heard correct, all right. Look, Manny, you came into the United States on a visa, didn't you? Yes. According to the conditions of the visa, it becomes null and void if you leave the country even for an hour. But what does this do with us getting married? Just this. I played you for a sucker, chum. You're filthy with dough and I'm going to have some of it without the bother of being your wife. Oh? And how is this going to be? I'm getting a divorce and then I'm suing you for alimony. Oh. And will I pay this alimony? You'll pay it. But you want me to notify the government that you broke the terms of your visa. Oh, so that is it. And will the government believe this story you will tell them? They'll believe it. This is kind of a racket with me, Manny boy. You know the angles. I take care of everything. And what are these angles, please? Remember those pictures we had taken in front of the hotel? Hotel Tijuana? Get it, Manny? Hotel Tijuana, Mexico. It would be just too bad if those pictures got into the wrong hands, wouldn't it? Yes, they're true. Do you have all the pictures with you now? The pictures, Manny boy, are in safer hands than mine, so don't get any ideas. Oh, then you have the accomplice. You bet I have. Oh, I think this is very funny. I think we are too, what is it you call him, suckers. What do you mean? What are you talking about? Poor Manuel. He's taken for the ride, huh? So you think Manuel has the greatest amount of money, huh? You have. You said you had. You proved it to me. Well, of course. The wealthy Americano go and marry a poor Spanish refugee. No, now that is something for your moving pictures, I think. Wealthy American girl, did you think I was wealthy? Did you not tell Manuel you were? I was only giving myself a build-up. Build-up. See, at building up we are both very excellent, I think. Why, you dirty double-cropping. Now I'm going to tend those pictures to the government anyhow. I'll... I think the government will be very happy to get them. They will say, oh, it is very nice for two American citizens to visit our good neighbors in the South to get married. Two American citizens, you mean... Oh, my poor little Annie. She's so clever in the wrong way, I think. But the visa. In the war the visa says, do not leave this country. But now the war is over. Manuel is the American citizen. Oh, for that cheap, lousy, two-prime and guy. They should not call the kettle black. Oh, now, with this understanding that we now have, I think we could still make the happy marriage. Are you kidding? Do you think I'd be dope enough to tie up with anyone who has any dough? But we have the love. Love? Listen, half-wit, get smart. If you think I'm in love with you, you're crazy. So? It is perhaps better your way. There is no longer the happy marriage between us because there is no money. I think, I think that is very funny. You won't think it's so funny. Hey, what are you turning off here for? In Spain, the wife does not ask the questions. You obey her husband and it's silent. Well, this isn't Spain and you're not going to be my husband for very long. What's the idea of stepping on it? There's no fire. Fire is in my heart. That I do not think you can understand. Oh, I can't. Hey, you crazy dope, you took that corner on two wheels. The next corner, I think, we will take on no wheels at all. Manuel, what's the matter with you? What are you trying to do? I think it would be beyond your composure. What I am trying to do, my dear. Are you nuts? Slow down. Can't you see that curve ahead? Oh, Manuel, we'll never make it. Well, once you're right, my dear, I do not intend that we shall make it. Oh, you crazy fool. But, dear, you could not understand. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. In a moment, we'll return for the second act of Danger, Dr. Denfield. But first... And now for the second act of Danger, Dr. Denfield. Come in. Hi, Dan. Say, look, can't we... Leave the door open, please, Miss Fairfax. Propriety, you know. Propriety. Dan, sometimes I think you're a prude. One must be careful. What are those pictures? I'm not quite sure. I came in the mail a half an hour ago. Here, what do you think? Hmm. Man and a woman standing in front of a Tijuana hotel. That sticker on their suitcases, they were just married. Anybody we know? I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. Maybe you're just married. Anybody we know? Not yet, Miss Fairfax. What do you mean, not yet? There's only one reason why anyone would send me a picture of two people whom I don't know, Miss Fairfax. Whoever the sender is, wants me to know the subjects. But how did whoever sent the pictures know you were staying here at this hotel? There is a newspaper in town and my activities are, shall we say, of interest to some people. Dan Denfield, do you mean that you told the newspapers we were here and you promised me you wouldn't get mixed up in these? Pardon me, Miss Fairfax. Yes? Yes, Banfield speaking. I beg your pardon. What picture? Oh, I see. Yes, I receive. What? Three miles up. Hello, hello. Oh, my God. Who was it? Was it a man or a woman? I'm not sure, Miss Fairfax. It could have been either a man or a woman disguising his or her voice. Let me think a minute. No way. Don't start to think yet. Tell me. Tell me what he said first. Was he asking about these pictures? Hmm. Yes, that must be it. No other answer. Most unusual. Dan, will you please tell me what this is all about? Hmm? Oh, yes. Yes, of course, Miss Fairfax. Get your notebook, please. My notebook? What for? Where are we going? We're going to a spot on a side road three miles off the San Diego Highway, Miss Fairfax. There's a body there awaiting our examination. I'm sorry, Miss Fairfax. If I'd known you felt this way, I would have insisted that you remain back at the hotel. Insisting wouldn't have done any good, and you know it wouldn't. Well, then please refrain from further complaining and concentrate on the task at hand. I'm not complaining. Only this seems to me like a wild goose chase. And if it isn't, we're heading for trouble. I'll be very much disappointed if we don't find trouble. Trouble in this instance will mean an unusual criminal mind. And studying unusual criminal minds is the reason we traveled 3,000 miles across the continent, Miss Fairfax. I wish you'd picked out a better road than this. This one looks as though it hadn't been traveled on for months. You're quite wrong, Miss Fairfax. It was traveled on two nights ago. You'd better slow down that curb up ahead. Dan, look! Yes, yes, that's it, Miss Fairfax. Over turned automobile. Oh, it's a terrible accident. It looks as though it just happened, too. It happened, I think, two nights ago, Miss Fairfax. Let's look around here. If it happened two nights ago, why hasn't someone reported it? There's no sign of anyone having been here. No one has been here, Miss Fairfax. As you pointed out yourself, the road hasn't been traveled in months. Well... What the... Oh, Dan, it's a man. Yes, I... You'd better wait over there, Miss Fairfax. No, I... I'm all right. Dan, what a terrible way to die. He's... He's all smashed up. Indeed he is. Well, let me see. What are you going to do? Do? Well, naturally, I'm going to ascertain the victim's identity, if possible. Strange clothes aren't so... Shouldn't we call a doctor of the police or something? A doctor would be a little help to this poor fellow. Well, here are some papers. What's his name? According to the driver's license, the gentleman's name is Manuel Abello. Well... What's that you're looking at now? Some pictures, Miss Fairfax. Some pictures of a man and a woman standing in front of a Tijuana hotel. There's a sticker on the suitcase which says, just married. They're just like the pictures you got through the mail. Indeed they are. It means, Miss Fairfax, that this poor chap was murdered. Hello? Oh yes, Chief Howard. I see. You checked the bell's house and he's been missing for three days. How about friends and relatives? Well, in that case, the county will take care of the burial. Very well, Chief. Thank you. Well, Miss Fairfax, something on your mind? Why didn't you tell Chief Howard that this Manuel Abello had gone to Mexico to get married so someone could look up his wife? Miss Fairfax, I have no proof. And why didn't you tell him about the pictures you took from Manuel Abello's body? Under the circumstances, Miss Fairfax. And why didn't you tell him that you thought Manuel Abello had been murdered? He didn't ask me. Now, Miss Fairfax, I'll have to ask you... Yes, Danfield speaking. Oh, oh yes. Yes, I'll wait. Who's that? A certain chap in T.O.R. Mexico. Oh, by the way, Miss Fairfax, do you speak Spanish? No. Excellent. Then it won't do you any good to stand so close to me in an attempt to overhear the conversation. Oh, you. Yes? Yes, this is Danfield. Hello, Pablo. Yes, that's right. What was the name? Write this down, Miss Fairfax. Anne Everard. Yes, yes, I have it. 2662 Rutherford Drive, Hollywood. Yes. Thank you very much. The check will be mailed to you. Goodbye. Did you get that name on the dress, Fairfax? Yes. Who she? Well, according to her picture, she's a very attractive girl. Yes, very attractive. I think I shall enjoy talking to Miss Everard. Oh, yes, yes. That house we just passed was 2662 Rutherford Drive. Well, that's fortunate because here we are at the end of the street. Dan, look. We're way up in the Hollywood Hills. There's lights down there of a movie theater. I have no interest in the cinema industry, Miss Fairfax. Well, here we are. At least the men's steps lead up to the house, I imagine. I think this is exciting. I often wondered how it would feel to have Hollywood at my feet. Well, people who build houses on the sides of hills might be sure to have their heads examined. I once knew an advertising man. Oh, Dan. Look. The farther up we go, the more lights we can see. That must be Hollywood Boulevard over there. It's like a string of pearls. Narrow stairs, no lights. It's like an ancient fortress. Boy, would I like to live in a place like this. I'd sit out on that balcony up there all night long and look at the view. And undoubtedly you'd be so carried away, you'd swoon and tumble off and break your neck. Well, here we are at the top, thank you. Oh, Dan. We're up the higher. I feel dizzy. You're acting dizzy, Miss Fairfax. Come on, let's get on with our test. Here's the bill. There's probably no one home. In that event, we'll sit here on the balcony and wait. You'll sit nowhere and wait. What do you want? I thought I heard a movement behind the door. Are you Mrs. Abello? Mrs. A... No, never heard of her. Anything else you want to know? Yes, yes. There's a great deal I want to know, Mrs. Abello. I told you I'm not Mrs. Abello. And I say you are, unless you have a twin who was married in Tijuana, Mexico the day before yesterday. I haven't any twin and she wasn't married in Tijuana, Mexico the day before yesterday. She's lying, Dan. She's the girl who was in the picture. Miss Fairfax, please. What picture? The one you had taken in front of the Tijuana Hotel. Miss Fairfax, you're talking too much. Hey, Felix. Yeah, baby, something wrong? He's like these two jokers. They've got some pictures they want to sell us. Is that a fact? Let's have a look at your goods, chum. Dan, he's a giant. Now look here, my man. I said let's see the pictures. I heard you and I don't like the tone of your voice. Let go of my arm. I'll break your arm if you don't give me them pictures. Hand them over. Let go of my arm. Let them alone, you big... I'll show you. Turn her up, Annie. Turn her up. All right, wise guy. Here, give me the pictures until we toss your boat over the boundary. Don't argue with him, Felix. Fuck off, if he's got the pictures. Yeah, maybe that's a good idea. I said let go of my arm. One more chance. Give me that picture. Give me that picture. Oh, take chum you ass, one. In a moment we'll return for the third act of danger, Dr. Danfield. But first... And now back to Michael Dunn for the third act of... Danger, Dr. Danfield. Is he coming too, Felix? Let me take a look. Yeah, he'll be all right in a minute. Where's the girl? Locked her up in the closet. Don't worry about her. What are we going to do with them? I don't know. First we got to find out where they got them pictures. And maybe they'd better have a little accident. Like falling over the balcony, huh? Yeah, like falling over the balcony. We weren't at home, see? They came up here and got to looking at the view. Hey, the guy's coming too. Oh, my head. Oh, it hit me. A gun butt, chum. You didn't want to sell us your pictures, remember? Pictures? Yes. Miss Fairfax, where's Miss Fairfax? Relax, Mr. Fee's all right. She better be all right. If you harm one hair of that girl's head, I'll... I'll... You what, chum? That Miss Fairfax? Yeah, that girl's fine. Thank heaven she's alive. You won't be for long, and neither will you, chum, unless you tell us where you got those pictures. Naturally, I'll tell you. Why shouldn't I? If you hadn't been so discourteous, why, I ask you a few simple questions when we first came... Skip that. Where'd you get them? They were found on Manuel Abello's body, of course. Being the attorney for Mr. Abello's estate, I naturally tried to locate his wife in order to make arrangements for the inheritance. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. What inheritance? Why, Manuel Abello's fortune, naturally. He has no other relatives except his wife. You mean to say the guy had dough? Mr. Felix, or whatever your name is, I've already explained that Manuel Abello left the fair-sized fortune. Annie, did you hear that? Why, you dumb cluck. I made a sucker out of you. I told you you shouldn't have... Shut up! Listen, you, how do I know you're telling the truth? I'm not the least bit interested in whether you believe I'm telling the truth or not. It's merely my assignment to find Mrs. Abello and give her... Hey, Mrs. Abello. But you said that you... Never mind what I said. I'm Mrs. Abello and I can prove it. You can? Sure I can. Here, take a look at this. Well, marriage certificate made out to Anne Everard and Manuel Abello. Seems to be in order. Mrs. Abello, I don't quite understand. Never mind what you don't understand. I'm Mrs. Abello and I want that dough. Well, this is most irregular. You've already denied being Mrs. Abello. I had my reasons for denying it. Would you mind telling me what they are? No, now that I know he's dead. Manuel was in this country on a limited visa. If the police found out about it, he'd be deported. Think I was going to squeal on him? Uh-huh. That sounds reasonable. Yes. Yes, I can understand that. Very well, Mrs. Abello. Oh, by the way, who is this gentleman? Him? He's my brother. Oh, I see. Well, if you'll appear at Manuel Abello's house tomorrow evening, he addresses 553 North Rendo, and I bring the proper credentials, I'll arrange to have the inheritance delivered into your hands. Then, I'll have the inheritance delivered into your hands. Dan, Dan, you were wonderful. Thank you, Miss Fairfax. I hesitate to take full credit, however, for anything I have done. Why not? You stole them the idea you were a lawyer. They believed every word of it. Well, people who are greedy for money, Miss Fairfax, are willing to believe most anything if they think they're going to get some. Dan, here's the newspaper office. Newspaper office? What do we want in here? Are you going to look at those notices about yourself again? No, Miss Fairfax. I want to read the obituary columns for the last three days. And then we're going to call upon the local undertaker. Can you read that street sign, Miss Fairfax? Yes, it says North Verendo. It's a wonder I can read it, though, the way they put up street signs in this town. Never mind the street signs. Look for the number 553. How am I going to see it? It's so dark. The number on that house was 555, so the next house must be a bellow place. Well, what are you driving by it for? I don't think it would be wise to park directly in front of the house, do you? Why not? Isn't anyone supposed to know we're here? No one but Mrs. Abello and her brother. And I doubt that they'll disturb us. Mr. Den, what's all about anyway? Gosh, Miss Fairfax, you'll rob the neighbors. Come, let's cut across here. Why are we going around to the back of the house? Because in most residences, back door keys are more easily duplicated than front door keys. You mean you have a key? I have a pocket full of keys, Miss Fairfax. I can't carefully my trip there steps. Don't worry about me. I won't step on... I warned you, Miss Fairfax. Please try and be more careful. I couldn't help it. Let me see now. Yeah, that's a common ordinary back door lock. I'll try this key. Well, there we are. Dan, do you realize this is breaking and entering? Is it, Miss Fairfax? Come along. This is the kitchen. And this must be the dining room. If we get caught, we'll go to jail. Okay. This I think is the living room. Yes, yes, those windows open on the front of the house. We might even get sent up front live. Indeed. Come over here, Miss Fairfax. Yes, here's the light switch. Can you feel it, Miss Fairfax? Yes, but if I turn on the light... I can hear you, Miss Fairfax, with your hand on the light switch. When our visitor arrives, I'll tell you when you can switch on the light. Our visitor, please. Gosh, Miss Fairfax, you're making so much noise. I'll stand over here near the window. Dan. Yes, Miss Fairfax? I'm scared. So am I. Ready now. There comes someone down the street. Yes, yes, he's turning up the walk. Dan, is that big the room of Felix? No, Miss Fairfax, it isn't Felix, Hush now. All right, Miss Fairfax, now. What are you doing here? This is my house. Who are you? Who we are is not important. It's who you are, Senor Emanuel Abello. In a moment, we will return for the conclusion of Danger, Dr. Danfield. But first... All over now. And now for the conclusion of... Danger, Dr. Danfield. And I'm therefore happy to report that our trip to the West Coast was somewhat profitable. Circumstances and opportunity gave Manuel his chance to... Oh, was something wrong, Miss Fairfax? No, but before you go on with this treatise, I'd like to ask a few questions just to satisfy my own curiosity. Go right ahead, Miss Fairfax. Okay. Was Manuel a crook? Manuel, Miss Fairfax, was actually in this country illegally. He was also wealthy, as Anne Everard at first supposed. Then why did he tell her he wasn't? Because if he convinced Anne that he was poor, she'd naturally lose interest in him and forget about the pictures. Then why the fake accident? Oh, it wasn't a fake. Unfortunately, Manuel was really in love with Anne. He intended to kill them both when he wrecked the car. But he didn't succeed. No, no. Miraculously, both of them escaped death. When Anne returned to consciousness, she thought Manuel was dead. Then she decided it was a stroke of luck. Why? Because now she could marry Felix or anyone else without bothering to get rid of Manuel. But Manuel wasn't dead. Oh, no. When he returned to consciousness, he thought of a much better idea for revenge. He returned to town and studied the newspapers until he found one item about the body of an unidentified man being found several days before on the beach. He bribed the local undertaker to let him steal the body, placed it near the wrecked auto, then sent me the pictures and later phoned me. I don't see why you're the one he should call. Really, Miss Fairfax, you're not very flattering. Manuel knew that I'd investigate and probably reason that he, Manuel, had been murdered. He knew I'd accuse Anne, and Anne would have rather a difficult job denying knowledge of the accident since she didn't report it. Any more questions, Miss Fairfax? Yes. How did you know that Anne and her brother wouldn't keep their appointment with us at Manuel's house? Because I called the police and had them arrested. Oh. How did you figure all this out? Very simply, Miss Fairfax, the body that we found beside the wrecked car was badly mangled. Yet the clothes he wore were hardly soiled. Obviously, it was a phony. Also, who could have called me about the pictures if not Manuel himself? The rest is merely a matter of finding Anne Everard and then checking the local newspapers. How did you know Manuel would return to his home? I didn't. If his plan had worked, Manuel would have dropped out of sight, which was what he wanted. I guessed that he'd return to his home to collect a few personal things before he disappeared forever. Okay. Go on with the dictation. Miss Fairfax. Well? Just a moment, please. Dan, I thought you were Dan. I dislike having you so bored, Miss Fairfax. Shall we postpone the dictation for a moment? Oh, Dan, I... Danny. Well, why didn't I think of that before?
