Manhattan Patrol: The Mannington Case
Lucky Strike Hour
Manhattan Patrol: The Mannington Case (Episode 01)
Jun 14 1932
HOWARD CLANEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the LUCKY STRIKE Hour presented for your
pleasure by the manufacturers of LUCKY STRIKE Cigarettes! This inaugurates the
great new series of LUCKY STRIKE thrills. During each week we will bring you
sixty modern minutes with the world's finest dance orchestras and a new pilot
of the Magic Carpet, Walter O'Keefe, star of the "Third Little Show," and, in
addition, the melodrama and mystery of real New York police cases on Tuesdays,
your New York correspondent Walter Winchell on Thursdays, and Bert Lahr,
Broadway's craziest comedian on Saturdays. We introduce the new pilot, Mr.
MR. WALTER O'KEEFE!!
WALTER O'KEEFE: How are you Uncle Sam and HOW is the Missus? This is one of
your nephews, Uncle Sam, just one of your own boys -- Walter O'Keefe, and I'm
sitting right on top of the world if I DO say so myself, - and I certainly DO
say so myself - and WHY NOT? Why not I ask you? The other Mr. LUCKY STRIKE
swept down Broadway, lifted me up on the carpet, flew me over to Fifth Avenue
and said, "Walter, get off Broadway, get out into the great open spaces ..
jump into the driver's seat of the Magic Carpet and take the whole continent
for a ride. How about it Walter?" I said "OKAY LUCKY STRIKES ... It's a deal."
And LUCKY STRIKES handed me my driving license and yelled, "You're on your own
... OKAY O'Keefe." So Uncle Sam, there's the story. Get the missus, get the
youngsters, get the neighbors, get the spirit, get the thrill of a ride on the
Magic Carpet. Did you hear me say RIDE Uncle Sam ... well that's what you're
in for ... a wild exciting ride up the highways and down the byways in search
of music, melody, mirth, merriment AND melodrama. Oh honestly, we've got a
melodramatic knock 'em down and drag-em-out on this program that packs a
wallop like that famous one two punch of Jack Dempsey's, but I can't spare
time to tell you now because YOU'RE ON YOUR WAY ... and tonight all roads lead
to Chicago, the dear old windy City, where the Republican Party has got Miss
Prosperity in the pulmotor to shoot some life into her. She isn't dead, ladies
and gentlemen -- she just fainted and I'll bet by now she's down on the floor
of the College Inn dancing to the contagious music by Joe Sanders and his
Nighthawks. There's a lad for you ... he was the toast of Kansas City ... he
has been the toast of little Old New York, and right now he's the toast of the
Windy City on Lake Michigan. In other words, HE IS THE TOAST. So now the
Magic Carpet picks up and gives you Joe Sanders and his band on toast.
ON WITH THE DANCE, JOE SANDERS (WHISTLE) OKAY, CHICAGO!
JOE SANDERS: Welcome, Magic Carpet and welcome to you, Walter O'Keefe! And
welcome everybody to the city of the conventions, and to the College Inn where
we'll play -- (TITLES)
JOE SANDERS: Ready for the fast hop from Chicago to New York? Fine! Then,
(WHISTLE) OKAY, O'KEEFE! [...]
WALTER O'KEEFE: [...] Ah ladies and gentlemen, we've taken you all over the
world in search of entertainment. This marvelous, miraculous MAGIC CARPET has
wiped out Time and Space by quick excursions to England, Germany, France,
South America and the four points of the continent ... BUT .... toNIGHT we've
even found a new field of thrills. Here's where we loop the loop, slip into a
tailspin and dump you right into the clutches of the Underworld. You'll hear
revolvers crackling and sputtering like a forest fire. HERE you have murder
and mystery .... It's got everything ..... EVERYTHING ...... I tell you. It is
going to make your hair stand on end ..... YEESS ..... and if you haven't
GOT any hair don't be surprised if your toupee ..... TOUPAY .... takes off and
flies up into the chandelier.
Sitting beside me in the pilot seat is one of America's authorities on crime
detection, Mr. Dominick Henry, former Deputy Chief Inspector of the New York
Police Department. Inspector Henry's record as a police officer includes many
mentions of his bravery in capturing criminals but he is probably most famous
for his cleaning-up New York's tough tenderloin district. He is here at the
request of the Police Commissioner of New York City, the Honorable Edward P.
Mulrooney. Take over the controls, kind sir!
(WHISTLE) OKAY, INSPECTOR HENRY!
INSPECTOR HENRY: The stories which you will hear as a regular part of this
program each Tuesday night are dramatizations of real police cases taken from
the files of the New York Police Department. Everything in these programs is
real life except that for obvious reasons fictitious names are used
throughout. Commissioner Mulrooney has generously placed at the disposal of
the sponsors of this program the complete records and files of each case. The
Commissioner hopes that by presenting these stories, every member of this vast
audience will not only be entertained, but will again be impressed most
forcibly by the fact that crime does not pay. These dramas will reproduce the
loud speaker voice as it is heard in the police cars. The New York Police
Department has gone to considerable expense and effort in perfecting the use
of radio for direct communication with police cars, and they are enthusiastic
about the results; so it is fitting that the science of radio which brings
these thrilling stories to you, is also being used successfully in the
prevention and detection of crime in the City of New York.
BARRY RUDD: Star New York City detective ... Wealth of background and success
gets him all kinds of difficult and unusual cases .... In early forties and
wrapped up in his work ..... Thorough in detail, but can flash into action ...
Confidence and command even in quieter shadings of voice. (CONTINUING
MACK: Barry's loyal but impatient partner ... Blustery and roughish and
emotion-expressing in contrast to Rudd ... New Yorkese accent .... Must
contrast with Barry because in many of these dramas listeners will learn of
clues through conversation of Barry and Mack. (CONTINUING CHARACTER.)
MANNINGTON: Policeman ... Off duty .... Loyal to his calling in a crisis.
WHITEY: Leader of hold-up ... About twenty-eight ... Force and decision in few
sentences he utters.
TYSON: Bird of a feather.
TONY: Italian dialect ... Owner of 103rd Street restaurant.
GRACE JACKSON: A young married woman whose Forest Hills home is in striking
contrast to her Times Square companions.
MRS. SCHINKER: German dialect .... Manhattan landlady.
POSTMASTER: Up-state rural.
WADE: State Trooper.
BARRY RUDD TONY
TYSON MRS. SCHINKER
GRACE JACKSON HER MOTHER
MRS. TRUMBULL VOICE
(SIGNATURE: -- POLICE SIREN - FADES IN AND OUT)
RADIO-CAR VOICE: All ... Police cars ... Stand by .... All...... Police cars
.... stand by ..... The Great Mannington Case ..... A real case .... Real
people .... Real clues .... Real places ..... Direct from Police Headquarters
..... Investigated by Tom Curtin ... Cooperating with ..... Police
Commissioner Edward P. Mulrooney ... Lucky Strike Magic Carpet .... Proceed at
once ..... To Tony Ginita's restaurant ..... West 103rd Street ......
(POLICE SIREN -- FADES IN AND OUT)
(FADE IN ON RESTAURANT NOISE BACKGROUND)
SCENE ONE: A RESTAURANT ON 103RD STREET ... AFTER MIDNIGHT
MANNINGTON: Well, Tony, that's good food on a cold night. I feel a lot better.
TONY: The best-a food for twenty blocks, Mr. Masterson. Must-a be-a nice to
sit comfortable like-a this without the uniform.
MANNINGTON: I'll say it is, Tony. After being on my feet all day it's swell to
sit back and let somebody else do it for a few hours.
TONY: You betcha .... Nobody would-a know you are a cop now.
MANNINGTON: Business seems to be pretty good after midnight. Plenty of dough
TONY: Yes ... All good-a customers .....
MANNINGTON: Tony, who's that bird over in the corner ... The blond guy?
TONY: He's-a called ..... Whitey, I think.
MANNINGTON: Know him?
TONY: Well ... he's-a come in here sometimes.
MANNINGTON: Whitey, huh? ..... I seen him some place.
TONY: (ALARMED) Look-a ..... Look-a ...... l'amor di Dio .....
WHITEY: (OFF SCENE RAISING COMMANDING VOICE) Stick 'em up .... Every one of
you .... Stick 'em up, I tell you!
TYSON: (OFF SCENE RAISING VOICE) And line up there against the wall .... All
of yuh. ....
WHITEY: Frisk 'em, Lefty, while we keep 'em covered.
TONY: (LOW CAUTIONING VOICE INTO MIKE TO MANNINGTON) Don't-a don't-a Mr.
MANNINGTON: (LOW VOICE INTO MIKE) Get out of the way, Tony, so I can make a
dash across the room .....
TONY: (LOW ENTREATY) But no, no .... Do not take-a the gun out .... You can no
fight-a the three .........
MANNINGTON: Get out the way .... They can't get away with this.
WHITEY: Come out here, Tony! An' you over there with him .... Stick 'em up
MANNINGTON: (JUMPING UP AND DARTING ACROSS ROOM) Stick 'em up yourself!
WHITEY: Let him have it, Tyson!
(BANG ... BANG, BANG ..... BANG .... WOMAN SCREAMS)
MANNINGTON: (GROANS) Oh ... oh, Tony, they've got me ... (WHISPER) They've got
(WOMAN SOBS HYSTERICALLY)
(TERRIFIED MURMUR OF VOICES)
WHITEY: Keep quiet, all of yuh!
(WITH VICTORIOUS LEER) You see what that bird got for buttin' in .... stand
still and keep your hands up.
TONY: (HORROR STRICKEN) You've-a shot a cop ... You've-a shot a cop .......
WHITEY: (RAUCOUSLY SURPRISED) O-h .... So he's a bull, is he? Get his rod, pal
TYSON: Got it ...... And here's his shield .... want it?
WHITEY: Yeah---take it-----I can use that. (TURNING TO LEFTY) And you, Lefty,
frisk 'em clean over there .... Get everything.
TYSON: The cop's still breathing .... But I've got his gun and shield.
WHITEY: O.K. Quick, now .... Back Tony over to the box and make him open up.
TYSON: Step on it, Tony .... Get that box open.
TONY: Don't-a shoot ..... I open it.
(SOUND OF CASH REGISTER)
TYSON: Spill the coins right into this bag, Tony.
(CLINK OF COINS INTO BAG)
LEFTY: I got a ticker off every one of 'em and every dollar they'll shed. The
suckers is clean .... chief!
WHITEY: Have you cut the wires?
LEFTY: Sure, I cut 'em.
WHITEY: All right ..... Scram! ...... Out the door, quick! - (WARNINGLY TO
CROWD) And if any one of yuh puts his head out afterwards I'll blow it off
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
SOUND INTERLUDE: (ROAR OF AUTO STARTING OFF IN LOW ... SHIFT TO SECOND ....
SHIFT TO HIGH ..... TOOT-TOOT OF HORN .... RUNNING ALONG ..... TOOT-TOOT....
RUNNING ALONG .... FADE ........
SCENE TWO: SAME RESTAURANT ... SHORT TIME LATER.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
(MURMUR OF VOICES)
TONY: (NERVOUS SUSPICIOUS EXCITEMENT IN VOICE) Who's that just-a come in?
VOICE: Barry Rudd.
TONY: Barry Rudd, he's the best-a detective in-a New York ... Hello, Mr. Rudd.
RUDD: Hello, Tony.
TONY: The police got-a here queeck ... One of them he take-a names and the
big-a boy guard-a the door. Not-a one-a person get out.
RUDD: Except the birds who did the shooting .... Where's Mannington?
TONY: In the back-a room, Mr. Rudd .... On the big-a table ....
TONY: Not-a yet .....
RUDD: This way?
TONY: Yes .... (PAUSE) (DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES) The poor-a fellow .... There he
is .... (PAUSE)
RUDD: Hello, Matty.
MANNINGTON: (DYING) Hello, Barry....
RUDD: The ambulance will be along in a minute, Matty.
MANNINGTON: I won't need it, Barry .... Don't touch me .... Don't move me an
inch or I can't hold on ....
RUDD: Do you think you're dying, Matty?
MANNINGTON: They got me all right .... they took my gun ... they took my
shield .... I'll have to hurry .... I ......
RUDD: Do you know who he was, Matty? Can you describe him?
MANNINGTON: About twenty-eight .... American ..... hundred and seventy pounds
... smooth shaven .... Nifty clothes ....
RUDD: Did you ever see him before?
MANNINGTON: I think ... I .... I think I seen him around 50th and Broadway
RUDD: Take it easy, Matty.
MANNINGTON: Tony .... said .... he was .... Tell them not to turn out the
lights, Barry .....
RUDD: Take it easy, Matty .... I'll talk to Tony later ....
MANNINGTON: Tony said he was called "Whitey" .... Say, Barry, maybe you'd
better send for a .....
SOUND INTERLUDE: (SYMBOLIC TOLLING BELLS .... SLOWLY PLAYING FEW MEASURES OF
"NEARER MY GOD TO THEE.")
SCENE THREE: TELEPHONE BOOTH.
BARRY: Hello, hello, Mack! ..... How about that Hunting-Case watch? Did you
get the number? ..... Fine .... And the number of Matty's gun? ..... Good ....
(ACTION) Then hop in a taxi and head for Convent Ave. and Elm Street as fast
as you can .... I've located the hideaway of Whitey and his pal!
(SNAPS RECEIVER BACK ON HOOK)
SOUND INTERLUDE: (TAXI MOTOR STARTS -- SWELLS -- AND THEN FADES DOWN. TAXI
SLAMS ON BRAKES AND STOPS .... FAST OPENING AND SHUTTING OF DOOR.)
SCENE FOUR: LODGING HOUSE ON CONVENT AVENUE.
MACK: How much does that clock say, Driver?
DRIVER: A dollar sixty.
(TAXI MOVES OFF)
RUDD: Good work, Mack, I didn't think you'd make it so soon. Here's the house,
MACK: What did you say the landlady's name is, Barry?
BARRY: Mrs. Schinker.
MACK: Is she all right?
BARRY: Yes. (RINGS BELL) But be ready to draw fast in case we run into Whitey
and his pal.
MRS. SCHINKER: (AFTER OPENING DOOR) Good afternoon, gentlemen. I have a large
room vacant right on this floor .... Come in!
RUDD: Any of the roomers in?
MRS. SCHINKER: Not now .....
MRS. SCHINKER: (TRACE OF ANXIETY IN VOICE) Positive .... Why?
RUDD: I'm not going to beat around the bush, Mrs. Schinker. We know you are an
honest woman. We're a couple of detectives and we want some information.
MRS. SCHINKER: But .... But ... But ......
RUDD: It's all right. Take a good look at this picture. Have you ever seen
this face before?
MRS. SCHINKER: Why, that's Mr. Murray!
RUDD: Hm .... These fellows change their names easier than their faces.
MRS. SCHINKER: Ya, him and Mr. Taylor have occupied that room for more than a
RUDD: Good .... Take me to their room .....
MRS. SCHINKER: They ain't here no more .... Last Sunday night they suddenly
told me they vas leaving for Florida.
RUDD: What time?
MRS. SCHINKER: Between eight and nine.
RUDD: What part of Florida?
MRS. SCHINKER: I don't know.
RUDD: What about forwarding their mail?
MRS. SCHINKER: They didn't say nothing about that.
RUDD: What telephone did they use?
MRS. SCHINKER: My family phone.
RUDD: Coin box?
MRS. SCHINKER: No .... We each wrote down our calls when we made them and
settled up at the end of the month.
RUDD: Would you mind letting me see that telephone note-book, Mrs. Schinker?
MRS. SCHINKER: (FADING IN) This is it -- right here.
RUDD: Thank you. Let's pick out the calls they made ... Mm ... m ....
Boulevard - 4232 .... Mm ... Boulevard 4232 ...... That's running along pretty
frequently through here the past two weeks. It seems to be the only number
they've called more than once.
MRS. SCHINKER: That's a ten cent call .... Out in Forest Hills.
RUDD: Get the dope on that number, Mack.
MACK: (FADE) Right, Barry.
RUDD: And now, Mrs. Schinker, tell me, did you ever hear either of these men
call anybody by name when telephoning to Forest Hills?
MRS. SCHINKER: Ya, I did.
RUDD: Man or woman?
MRS. SCHINKER: Always a woman .... They called her Grace.
MACK: (EXULTANTLY .... SOMEWHAT OFF SCENE) I got it, Barry. It's down in my
MRS. SCHINKER: (SUDDEN ALARM) Can you excuse me one minute, gentlemen? I have
my pies in the oven ....
RUDD: Certainly, Mrs. Schinker ....... All right, Mack, what did you find out
about that Boulevard number?
MACK: The name is Frank Jackson ....
RUDD: (HEIGHT OF SPECULATIVE INTEREST) And a fashionable suburb .... Now what
kind of a tie-up can a fellow like Whitey have out there.....
MACK: Want me to go out there, Barry?
RUDD: No .... You stay here and get everything you can from Mrs. Schinker ....
get a description of Whitey's pal. Then check up on the stolen jewelry again.
MACK: What are you going to do?
RUDD: (OPENING DOOR .... PEP IN VOICE) Come out side a minute.
RUDD: I'm going to get out to Forest Hills fast on that Grace Jackson clue
.... I'll get in and have a talk with her somehow .... Among other things, I
want to see whether she's attractive or not .... and how much!
(TAXI FADES IN)
RUDD: Hey, taxi!
(TAXI DRAWS UP AND STOPS)
RUDD: (FAST ACTION) So long, Mack .... I'm going out over the Queensboro
bridge .... Get in touch with me through Headquarters when you're finished.
SOUND INTERLUDE: (HOLLOW RUMBLE OF TRAFFIC OVER THE QUEENSBORO BRIDGE ABOVE
EAST RIVER ... BACKGROUND OF HARBOR CRAFT HORNS AND WHISTLES ..... )
SCENE FIVE: GRACE JACKSON'S HOME IN FOREST HILLS
MOTHER: Well, Grace, I think I'd better be starting back to Jamaica.
GRACE: All right, Mother .... I'll just keep right on packing, if you don't
(DOOR BELL RINGS)
GRACE: (TENSELY) That's the front door. I don't want to see anybody now.
Mother, don't let them see you from the window.
MOTHER: (OFF MIKE LOOKING OUT WINDOW ON PORCH) He's a nice looking man,
whoever he is .... Maybe he's the one who telephoned. The one who owes Frank
GRACE: Oh! Well, perhaps I'd better see him!
(DOOR BELL RINGS AGAIN .... PAUSE WHILE SHE GOES TO DOOR AND
OPENS IT .... AD LIB INDISTINCT VOICE OUTSIDE .... THE STRANGER
STEPS IN HALL AND DURING FEW SENTENCES FADE INTO MIKE WITH HER.)
RUDD: Waters is my name, Mrs. Jackson. As I was telling you on the telephone,
I want to see your husband.
GRACE: But I told you that my husband is in Florida .....
RUDD: O-h .... So that's what you were trying to tell me ..... That connection
was bad. I thought you said he was going to Florida. That's unfortunate
because I'm not often in New York.
GRACE: I'm sorry .... Is there anything I can do?
RUDD: I'm afraid not, Mrs. Jackson. I've owed him some money for some little
time but I don't know just how much. When is he getting back?
GRACE: Not until March.
RUDD: Makes it sort of lonesome for you, having him away so long, doesn't it?
GRACE: Yes, but I'm going to Florida myself.
RUDD: Oh, really! Soon?
GRACE: Next week.
RUDD: Fine .... (WITH A LOOKING AROUND TONE OF VOICE) This is a mighty
comfortable home you have here, Mrs. Jackson. Looks as though Frank hasn't
been missing that money much that I've been owing him.
GRACE: If you don't know how much you owe him, I'll be glad to take a part
payment and give you a receipt.
RUDD: (DRAWLS) N-o .... I've got to have a talk with Frank first to straighten
out a few little things. Perhaps, I can do it by mail. If you'll just give me
his address, I'll get in touch with him.
GRACE: (MUTTERING AS SHE WRITES) All right ... I'll just jot it down for you!
(PAUSE) 41 Roberts Street, Miami Beach, Florida ..... There .... Now if you'll
excuse me, I expect some friends for tea.
RUDD: I understand .... (FADE) I must be moving along myself anyhow ....
(SIGNIFICANTLY) Maybe I'll be seeing you again, Mrs. Jackson?
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES) .... (PAUSE)
MOTHER: Grace, why did you tell him that you were going to Florida next week
when you're leaving tonight?
GRACE: (NERVOUS TENSENESS ... EXCITED) Because I don't believe in telling
anybody my business. (DETERMINATION) Besides, I've decided to go sooner than
tonight. I've got my bags packed and I'm going to leave right now!
SOUND INTERLUDE: (TRAIN SOUNDS .... CHUG-CHUG OF LOCOMOTIVE ... WHISTLE ..
CLICKETY-CLICK ON RAILS .... AND REPEATS TO GIVE EFFECT OF LONG JOURNEY ....
FADE IN.... FULL ..... FADE OUT .....)
SCENE SIX: TELEPHONE BOOTH AT FOREST HILLS
(SOUND OF TELEPHONE RECEIVER OFF HOOK AND COIN RINGING INTO BOX)
MACK: (TREMENDOUSLY EXCITED) Hello, hello, operator .... Gimme Spring 3100
.... And make it snappy, will you operator? .... (PAUSE) .... Hello,
Headquarters ... This is Mack of the Broadway Squad. Give me the Squadron ..
Barry Rudd .... yes, and rush it, will you? (PAUSE) Hello, Barry? Say, have
you got Grace Jackson with you down at Headquarters? .... (FLABBERGASTED) You
haven't? .... Well, she's gone! .... Yes, she's gone!
(SLAMS RECEIVER BACK ON HOOK)
RADIO-CAR VOICE: The Great Mannington Case .... Did Grace Jackson
really go to Florida? .... Just where have Whitey and Tyson gone? .... Has
Barry Rudd overlooked some hidden clue? ... Stand by .... Lucky Strike Dance
Hour ... To pick up broken trail to hidden murderers ..... Stand by....
WALTER O'KEEFE: Whew .... Whaddye mean OKAY O'KEEFE ..... I call it a mess.
Why ... why it's the most unheard-of thing I ever heard of. First of all they
murder a cop .... then poor Mrs. Schinker, the landlady of the boarding house,
has to go and burn those pies of hers, I suppose in the next installment
Detective Barry Rudd will come in disguised as a Tomato Surprise on a short
wavelength Eastern Standard Time. Speaking of time, I'm thinking of you people
out there on the sunkist slopes of California .... four hours behind our time
here ... I can see the picture. Sitting down to a dinner with a table full of
those luscious vegetables from the Imperial Valley and here LUCKY STRIKE
brings you a murder, a blonde, and some burned apple-strudel for dessert. Go
right on with your dinner, California -- this mystery will be solved later in
this hour. We'll untangle this mess before you get to the coffee and
cigarettes, but UPSADAISY everybody .... bundle up and get in the buggy ....
THE MAGIC CARPET can't stop now .... It's in high, rushing you right back to
the College Inn in Chicago where Joe Sanders and his Nighthawks have been
listening in on this awful murder. They have caught the spirit of this thing
and so for their first number they will murder "Hello Gorgeous" by special
permission of the composer.
ON WITH THE DANCE, JOE SANDERS (WHISTLE) OKAY, CHICAGO!
JOE SANDERS: (WITH A LAUGH) You call it murder but we call it dancing -
dancing to "Hello Gorgeous" and - (TITLES) We're off!
JOE SANDERS: And if you call THAT murdering music, Walter O'Keefe, let's hear
what you do to the English language!
(WHISTLE) OKAY, NEW YORK!
WALTER O'KEEFE: Joe .... I never heard you play so well before. I think it
must be that crowd of Republicans around dear old Chi .... Say Joe .....
there's a little bit of Winchell in all of us. I just heard a rumor about the
new Republican slogan for this campaign .... find out if it's true .... what
the country needs is a good laugh and this slogan should give it to them. The
slogan is as follows: "Don't swap toboggans while you're sliding down hill."
Find out Joe ... but meanwhile let's you and I lie down and rest while Howard
Claney uses twenty seconds ..... no more, no less .... to talk about the LUCKY
HOWARD CLANEY: Your LUCKY STRIKE brings you a choice selection of more than
forty choice tobaccos from all over the world --- Every leaf carefully aged
and blended, then "IT'S TOASTED" -- the famous LUCKY STRIKE purifying process
which makes LUCKY STRIKE pure, delicious, extra mellow-mild.
WALTER O'KEEFE: Howard, that's talking Turkey or maybe it's just good old-
fashioned United States ..... and now you Americans, young or old, hot or
cold, the MAGIC CARPET under the direction of that old Armenian rug-maker,
O'Keefe, once again skedaddles over the skies [...] while I gather my old
friends and my new friends on the MAGIC CARPET and toss them back into the
loving arms of the underworld. By the way, ladies and gentlemen, if you DO
light a LUCKY now, be careful .... don't forget all about it and let it burn
down to your fingers because for the next few minutes you're going to forget
home and mother and the first-of-the-month's bills in the supreme thrill of
watching New York's smartest detectives hot on the trail of the cop-killers.
You already know about the policeman that's been murdered, you remember the
way that snaky blonde dashed off for the train ... heaven only knows what the
solution is ..... not even Evangeline Adams .... but come on boys and gels,
let's get in at the finish. Hop on, grab on, clutch on ..... but GET on the
MAGIC CARPET while we swoop down on the files of Police Headquarters in New
York City. Look out! Here it comes! On with the show, Detective Rudd!
(SMALL WHISTLE) OKAY, POLICE CAR!
RADIO-CAR VOICE: All .... Police cars .... Stand by ..... All .... Police cars
.... Stand by ..... The Great Mannington Case .... Patrolman Mannington killed
.... in restaurant hold-up ... Police making every effort to locate murderers
-- Whitey and Tyson ..... Only clue leads to Grace Jackson ...... Lucky Strike
Magic Carpet ..... Proceed at once ..... To Detective Barry Rudd's apartment
SCENE SEVEN: BARRY RUDD'S APARTMENT IN MANHATTAN
MACK: (DISGUSTED) Well, it's four days, Barry, since Whitey's dame gave you
the slip in Forest Hills.
RUDD: Yes .... and I'm more convinced than ever that she's gone to join Whitey
.... wherever he is. We've simply got to locate her!
MACK: So I suppose I gotta go back to Forest Hills to gather rust and icicles
for another night.
RUDD: What's the matter, Mack, want a night off or something?
MACK: No .... I want a night on .... on the job .... Where the job is. And
that's in Miami, Florida, not out in Forest Hills watching a deserted house.
RUDD: Not quite deserted, is it, Mack?
MACK: Except for that Swede Kitchen canary ... She ain't said four words in
RUDD: Somebody has trained her carefully. (SIGNIFICANTLY) And because she is
well trained, she's worth watching. That's why I'm keeping that house watched
twenty-four hours a day.
MACK: And in the meantime somebody else grabs off all the glory and all the
sunshine in Miami ... where Mrs. Grace Jackson is just about pulling into
right now. And where Grace is, we'll find Whitey and Tyson, (CLIMAX OF
DISGUST) So what's the use of going on and watching that house.
RUDD: (WITH DECISION) I'm watching it because everybody else is watching
Florida ... just as Whitey and Tyson and Grace Jackson want them to do .... If
that girl had intended to go to Florida she wouldn't have gone to such pains
to get out of town so quickly.
MACK: That's just a guess, Barry.
RUDD: All right. (QUICK CHANGE OF PACE) What do you call this?
MACK: Mm .... Looks like a department store sales slip.
RUDD: Read the items.
MACK: One skiing cap ... One pair of skates ... Well?
RUDD: Not much use in Miami, are they?
MACK: No .... But ....
RUDD: That ski-cap and those skates were bought by Mrs. Grace Jackson the day
before she beat it.
MACK: Say ... where did you get this slip?
RUDD: Picked it up in the living room out there when she was writing her
husband's Florida address for me.
MACK: Do you think she fell for that story?
RUDD: No .... I just used it to get inside the house so I could study her
style .... She has a lot of it ....
(TELEPHONE RINGS AND RUDD PICKS UP RECEIVER)
Hello ... Hello .... Oh, that you, Levine?
MACK: (SURPRISED) Levine? What the blazes ... Has Lena closed up the
house and gone off to Florida, too?
RUDD: Yes ... Yes ... Great work, Levine. No ... No need of hanging around out
there any more ... Sure ... drop over.
(HANGS UP RECEIVER)
MACK: (EXCITED) What's happened, Barry? What's happened?
RUDD: (SNAPPING INTO ACTION) Levine saw Lena leave the house with a package
and followed her .... She didn't mail it in Forest Hills but got on the train
for Penn Station .... Levine trailed her to the Main Post office, where she
sent the package Parcel Post -- Special delivery.
MACK: Did he get the address?
RUDD: Of course ... The package has been sent to Mrs. Grace Jackson .... And
get this ..... the address isn't Miami, Florida.
MACK: Where is it?
RUDD: It's Old Forge.
MACK: (AMAZED) Old Forge?
RUDD: (TRIUMPHANT PUNCH) Yes ... Up in zero weather in the woods near Moose
River ... Up where skiing caps and skates come in handy. How soon can you get
your grip packed, Mack?
MACK: (EAGERLY) It's packed ... Except that I'll pull out the bathing suit and
stick in a pair of ear-laps and an oil stove .... Let's go!
SOUND INTERLUDE: (WINTER SOUNDS ... TINKLE OF SLEIGH BELLS AND HORSES' HOOFS
AND FROZEN SNOW ... REPEATS.)
SCENE EIGHT: POST OFFICE NEAR OLD FORGE
VOICE: Hello, Postmaster .... Got a letter for Joseph A. Dean?
POSTMASTER: Dean .... D-e-a-n .... Here you are. Here's your mail, Mrs.
MRS. TRUMBULL: Thank you, Mr. Osgood ... Pretty cold winter, ain't it?
POSTMASTER: Third day in a row under zero ... (RAISING VOICE) How's Daniel's
MRS. TRUMBULL: Not good enough to let him shovel a path around the house ...
He says it ain't, anyway .... Goodbye ....
POSTMASTER: Goodbye, Mrs. Trumbull .... (DOOR CLOSES ... PAUSE) Anything you
gentlemen want? I'm going to close the post office now.
RUDD: Yes ... But we didn't want to ask about it until we were alone with you.
You're the Postmaster?
POSTMASTER: (SUSPICIOUSLY) Yes .... What can I do for you?
RUDD: (WINNINGLY) You can be a big help to us, Mr. Osgood .. My name is Barry
Rudd ... Mack here and I are New York detectives and we're going to take you
into our confidence.
POSTMASTER: Oh you are? .... Well, before I take you into mine, I'll have to
have some proof you're what you say you are.
RUDD: Absolutely right, Mr. Osgood. Show him your papers and shield, Mack ...
Here are mine.
POSTMASTER: (MOSTLY CONVINCED AS HE MUTTERS OVER PAPERS BUT NOT ENTIRELY) Mm
... Well ... I guess you're what you say you are ... But you never can tell
these days .... I've been reading about that New York Policeman who was shot
in a hold-up a week ago. Those murderers even took his shield and revolver.
RUDD: Well, these shields were issued to us, don't worry!
POSTMASTER: Y-e-s ... I'm satisfied you chaps are what you say you are ... you
know, as some of us was a-saying the other night over at Van Auken's Tavern,
bandits like them have got to be caught.
RUDD: That's what we think.
POSTMASTER: Yes, sir, because once criminals can get away with shootin' up the
Police, what's going to happen to Law and Order.
RUDD: Well, how about helping us to get on the trail of the boys who killed
POSTMASTER: (AMAZED) Me? Me help you? Why those boys are down in Florida.
RUDD: Who told you that?
POSTMASTER: The newspapers ....
RUDD: I see! Well, we have some other ideas about that! A special delivery
package was mailed to Mrs. Grace Jackson from New York yesterday. Did she get
POSTMASTER: (MORE AMAZED) Why ... why, yes .... But... but ....
RUDD: How long ago?
POSTMASTER: About two hours! She owns a bungalow out in the woods past Old
Forge on the River Road.
RUDD: Anybody with her?
POSTMASTER: Two men.
RUDD: Did you get a good look at them?
POSTMASTER: Yes ... They came in to stamp their feet and get warm while Mrs.
Jackson was signing for the package and talkin' to me.
RUDD: Here, take a good look at this picture ... Is that one of 'em?
POSTMASTER: (PAUSE) By the jumpin' Jake, it is! The same cocky, stuck-up face
... Sort of looked on me as a hick ....
RUDD: (COMEDY PLAY) N-no!
POSTMASTER: Yes! The other one was shorter and a mite heavier, with freckles.
MACK: (WITH EAGER SNIFF OF COMBAT) They're the boys we're after, all right.
POSTMASTER: (FLABBERGASTED) But ... But I don't understand it .... Mrs.
Jackson is a nice girl, with good looks and a good reputation and plenty of
money ... Doesn't seem as if she'd be associatin' with gunmen ....
RUDD: (WITH DECISION) Well, she is! Now look here, Mr. Osgood, let's
understand one thing ... Not one word to anybody about this. Not even to your
POSTMASTER: Count on me, boys ... (FADE) Excuse me while I just go back and
get my keys...
RUDD: (CUTTING THROUGH TO DECISION) Tell you what we'll do, Mack .... We'll go
out by the lake and get a line on that bungalow this afternoon .... And then
I'm for dropping down on it with a couple of State Troopers tomorrow at dawn!
SOUND INTERLUDE: (HOWLING BLASTS OF WINTER WIND)
SCENE NINE: BUNGALOW AT DAWN ... RUDD, MACK AND TWO STATE TROOPERS HAVE DRIVEN
OUT AND ARE DOING LAST BIT ON FOOT .....
1. APPROACH TO BUNGALOW PLAYED IN CAUTIOUS VOICES
2. INSIDE BUNGALOW VOICES ARE FAST, TENSE AND ON THE ALERT ALWAYS.
SOUNDS: (FEET CRUNCHING IN DEEP SNOW)
MACK: Pretty hard going in this snow, Barry.
RUDD: (VOICE OF CAUTION) Shh----. There's the bungalow right ahead. Let's hold
up a minute.
TROOPER WADE: Yeah ... They can certainly pick up the four of us if we wake
RUDD: One of you troopers ... you, Rogers .... watch the outside of the house
... and you, Wade, follow Mack and me.
MACK: (SOBERLY) Barry, there's just one thing I want to say ....
RUDD: What is it, Mack?
MACK: When you and me crash the door, let me go first ..... You've got brains,
and if anything should happen you'd be a lot more loss than I'd be ...
RUDD: Ah ... Forget it, Mack ... Forget it. Ready, everybody?
RUDD: All right ... Let's move fast ... and remember ... quiet.
(LONG PAUSE, BROKEN ONLY BY MACK CRUNCHING INTO DEEP SNOW)
RUDD: Steady, Mack.
MACK: (ALARMED) Holy Mackeral! That's done it! We've got to rush it now, boys.
RUDD: Come on!
VOICE: (OFF SCENE) Who's that?
RUDD: Take the door, boys!
(FAST RUSH OF THREE PAIR OF FEET ACROSS PORCH AND TERRIFIC
CRASH AS THEY CATAPULT THEMSELVES THROUGH DOOR)
MACK: (EXCITEDLY) There he is, in the bed, there!
RUDD: Jump him!
MACK: (THROWING HIMSELF ON FIGURE IN BED) I've got him.
TYSON: Let me up.
MACK: It's Tyson.
RUDD: (IN COMMAND) Pin him ... Come on, Wade, - Whitey must be in the back
(BANG FROM REAR ROOM)
WADE: Look out, Rudd.
(BANG, BANG FROM REAR ROOM)
MACK: (ANXIOUSLY) Did he get you, Barry?
RUDD: Only in the left hand ... (RAPIDLY) But it's too late to rush him ...
Stay out of range of the passageway, Wade. Help Mack put the cuffs on Tyson
... I'll keep the passageway covered. If we can't get into the back room yet,
we'll mighty well see that Whitey can't get out.
MACK: (ROUGHLY) Stand still in the corner, there, Tyson.
TYSON: (COMPLAINING) It's cold ... Let me get my clothes off the bed. I'll go
along peacefully .... There's no crime I've committed. You boys have busted
into the wrong place ... Let me get my clothes before I freeze ...
MACK: All right, but be quick about it.
RUDD: (CLICK OF COMMAND) Stop! Stand where you are, Tyson. I'll keep him
covered, Mack, while you pull that bed out from the wall ....
MACK: All right ... Here goes ...
(THUD OF HEAVY REVOLVER DROPPING TO FLOOR)
RUDD: See what that was that dropped to the floor, Mack ...
MACK: (PICKING UP REVOLVER) It's a thirty-eight Colt.
RUDD: I thought he was after more than his clothes. Now clap the cuffs on him.
(CLICK OF HANDCUFFS)
MACK: I got him ... They're on!
RUDD: (RAISING VOICE) We've got Tyson, Whitey ... So you might as well
WHITEY: (DEFIANTLY FROM BACK ROOM) Come in and try to take me!
RUDD: (DETERMINEDLY) All right, we'll go in ... March in there, Tyson, ahead
of us ....
TYSON: I won't ....
MACK: (ROUGHLY THRUSTING HIM TOWARD PASSAGE CONNECTING FRONT AND BACK ROOMS)
Get up there .... Step up there, Tyson. We're going to march in for your pal
Whitey behind you.
TYSON: (HALTS AFTER TWO STEPS ... ALARM AND PROTEST IN VOICE) I won't go ... I
won't go another step. You're murdering me without a chance for an even
MACK: A swell break you birds gave Mannington for his life. Come on now ...
March .... (PAUSE)
(SUDDEN FUSILLADE OF SHOTS AND SHATTERING OF GLASS AS RUDD
HAVING SLIPPED OUT AND AROUND TO WHITEY'S WINDOW STARTS
SHOOTING IT OUT WITH HIM ... TEN SHOTS IN ALL ... RUNNING
THROUGH NEXT TWO SPEECHES)
WADE: (WHEN SHOOTING BEGINS) What's that? Where's Barry? Hey ... Barry!
MACK: Where'd he go? .... Hey Barry ... (EXCITED)
(GROAN AND THUD IN BACK ROOM ... THEN MOMENT OF COMPLETE
SILENCE ... FIRST BREAK IN SILENCE WHEN RUDD HURRIES BACK
ACROSS PORCH INTO ROOM)
RUDD: (FADING IN) It's O.K., boys, I got him coming out the window. Where's
WADE: He went into the back room.
MACK: (RAISING VOICE FROM BACK ROOM) You sure got him, Barry. (RETURNING TO
OTHERS AND FADING IN RAPIDLY) He's dead, all right.
RUDD: Anybody else in there with him?
RUDD: Then bang on that other door and tell my friend, Mrs. Jackson to come
(DOOR OF THIRD ROOM OPENS)
GRACE: (INDIGNANTLY) You don't have to tell me ... What do you mean by
breaking into my bungalow?
TYSON: Say, what do you birds think you're going to do to me?
RUDD: You're under arrest, charged with the murder of Patrolman Mannington ...
And we're going to arrest Mrs. Jackson as an accomplice!
GRACE: An accomplice! How ridiculous! Your whole breaking into my bungalow is
ridiculous. Why, you're the man who called himself Waters when you came to my
home in Forest Hills ....
RUDD: That's right. Remember you invited me to call on you in Florida.
GRACE: I am going to Florida.
RUDD: Oh, no, you're not ... You're going with us to New York where your
friend Tyson's going to face a jury.
TYSON: (DEFIANTLY) There isn't a jury they can get together that'll convict
me. You haven't a scrap of evidence!
RUDD: Oh, no? How does it happen that Mannington's gun was parked alongside
TYSON: (WITH DEFIANT LAUGH) How are you going to prove that that's
RUDD: By the number on it.
TYSON: There's no number on it.
MACK: (DISGUSTED) That's right, Barry. He's filed the number off.
RUDD: W-e-l-l ... Here's something that he didn't file the number off.
GRACE: Give me that watch ... It's my husband's.
RUDD: Then why did you throw it out the window into the snow?
MACK: (SURPRISED) She did that, did she?
RUDD: Yes ... But I had the luck to be slipping around the house for Whitey
just when she threw it out.
GRACE: (VIOLENTLY) I didn't throw that watch out ... I was frightened and
opened the window to jump out ... My husband's watch was on the sill and fell
out. (TIGERISH) Give it to me!
RUDD: (STERNLY) Stand where you are, Mrs. Jackson. Keep your eye on her, Wade.
(SIGNIFICANTLY) This is a gold hunting-case watch ... and there was a gold
hunting-case watch stolen from one of the customers in Tony's restaurant the
night of the hold-up ... Have you got your note-book there, Mack?
RUDD: Look up the figures on that watch and let's check them with this one.
MACK: Here's the arithmetic ... Case number 8-8-0-6-3.
RUDD: That's right - 8-8-0-6-3.
MACK: And the number of the movement is 6-600-4-0-6.
RUDD: 6-600-4-0-6. That checks all right.
MACK: A bookkeeper couldn't balance the figures prettier.
RUDD: (SHARPLY .. AS TYSON MAKES QUICK ATTEMPT TO THROW OFF HAND CUFFS AND GET
AWAY) Oh, no, you don't, Tyson!
TYSON: (GASP OF EFFORT) Let go of me ....
RUDD: No use pulling on those bracelets, Tyson ... Come on, let's get back to
New York where this watch will tell a lot more than time to a jury!
RADIO CAR VOICE: The Mannington Case ... Grace Jackson talked freely ... On
long ride to city ... Tyson convicted ... Paid supreme penalty ... Next week
... Chase with Barry Rudd ... over two continents after amazing criminal .....
Stand by ......
(SIGNATURE: POLICE SIREN)
WALTER O'KEEFE: How do you like it Uncle Sam .... how DO you like it? That
was blood and thunder .... bad boys, blondes, and bullets. [...] And thank
you, Uncle Sam, and the missus, for taking tonight's ride with me. The
excitement, the thrills, the kick you all got out of tonight's joyride will do
you the world of good ... it's the sort of thing that keeps you young.
Personally, I had a whale of a time up in the pilot's seat for the first time.
I promised you I'd show you something different - warned you I'd steer the
Magic Carpet into new fields of entertainment, ladies and gentlemen -- [...]
Now your new pilot, Walter O'Keefe, flies it home with him - so we're off!
Goodnight everybody.... [...]
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