Studio One (1948) s02e10 Episode Script
Two sharp knives
NARRATOR: Whether it's a product for home or business, farm or factory, you can be sure if it's Westinghouse.
-Working it kind of late, ain't they Carl? -I'm on the night shift now.
It's better for the old ones to work late.
They got nothing to do nights.
-Mrs.
asleep anyway, eh? -Right.
-I'm thirsty, dad, can I get a drink? -May I.
-May I.
-You haven't slept at all.
-I can get it.
-All right, go ahead.
-OK.
The cup's stuck.
-Yes they do that sometimes.
Let's see if I can help you.
Oh, we certainly got a cup, didn't we? -We certainly did.
Thank you.
-Now lets see if we can get you some good warm water.
There we go.
-Thanks.
-Isn't it pretty late for you to be up? -Yes, but it's a special occasion.
We're going to meet my mommy.
-Oh, I see.
-I have never seen her really.
I was only a baby when she left.
-Now how long ago was that? -10 years.
[TRAIN WHISTLE.]
Gee it scares me every time I hear that sound.
-That's everybody, I guess.
-I like your hair.
I wish my hair was that color.
-You know you don't have to worry.
You're going to very pretty.
You're going to be a black Irish beauty someday.
-Excuse me, uh, Mary, I think you better come back to your seat now.
-Is mommy as pretty as she is, daddy? -Old water.
Old water.
Two more stops to Deerwood.
-Thank you.
Thank you.
-Oh, are you going to Deerwood? -Yes.
-Isn't that silly, that's where I live.
I just went into Philadelphia, a night at the theater.
-Then you tell us where the hotel is.
-Which one? We're a great, big town, you know? Two hotels.
-The Bristol.
Is it all right? I mean, is it the sort of place I can take my little girl to? -One thing I'll say for it, it is respectable.
Grover Cleveland slept there.
-Is the other one any better? -Well it's-- I'll tell you this way, my father's the chief of police and he gets a lot of phone calls from the other one.
-Your father's a policeman? -Yes, he's a copper.
-Has your wife been living in Deerwood? -Uh, no.
No, she's been living in New York mostly.
She, uh-- Mary, I think you'd better go back to the seat.
I'll be there in a moment.
-Yes, dad.
-I'm sorry, I don't know your name.
-Anderson.
Dorris Anderson.
-Please Ms.
Anderson, don't mention any of this to your father.
But you see, this is very hard for me to say, but my wife-- there were times, I don't know, it's quite possible she might could have some sort of record.
From many years ago, of course.
That's all over now.
I know it.
I heard her voice on the phone.
It's why I couldn't bear to have anything happen now that might spoil this.
You see, that's child there, that child needs her mother.
I've done what I could, I know I've known for a long time.
That's why I ask you to-- I said too much, I'm sorry.
Please forgive me.
It's only that this means a great deal to me, Ms.
Anderson.
-I've been a policeman's daughter for a long time now.
I've learned how not to talk.
Now I add my father to the perfectly wonderful way of not hearing when I do slip.
-Thanks you, Ms.
Anderson.
Thank you.
-Well, what, I just got your daughter a cup of water, Mr.
? -Uh, Furman.
Lester Furman.
-I hope you have a lovely reunion at the Bristol, Mr.
Furman.
I only wish we could of found you a nicer setting.
-Thank you, Ms.
Anderson.
Thank you.
-Deerwood police.
Huh? -Up five.
-Fives for you, chief.
-And 10 more.
-It's the DA, he says it's important.
-What does he want Joe? -Hello, Carroll? Yes.
Well what's on your mind? I see.
Just a minute.
You raised me again, Ben? -10 more.
-Come again.
Shove in 20 for me, will you, George? -Oh sure.
-Yes, Carroll.
Yes.
Well who saw them? Well just for your information Wally Shane picked up Mr.
Carscaralotti at 6pm this evening and at 9:05 he was on the train to New York, handcuffed to one of our boys.
Not at all.
Thanks for calling.
Well, how do we stand? -You got me beat, Scott.
-But I was thinking of calling you, chief.
-Don't waste your money, George.
Your wife needs slip covers for the living room.
[LAUGHTER.]
-Well, maybe you're right.
I had three nines.
What did you have? -George, how long is it going to take to learn show my hand until I'm called.
[LAUGHTER.]
-Your deal, doc.
-I've had enough.
I have to take out Mrs.
Dallyanny's gallbladder at eight in the morning.
What is the DA so hot about? -Politics.
He wants to catch me napping.
Canon fodder for elections.
-You see what he's giving out about you and Wally? -No, what? -This is tomorrow morning Chronicle.
Personnel interview with the DA.
-Yeah? -What have we here in Deerwood, Carroll asks.
Democracy? Not with this administration in power, it's royal succession.
Take the case of our police chief, Scott Anderson.
Mr.
Anderson has hinted privately that he would retire next year, which decision has our heartiest approval.
-He'd sure like to cut you heart out, chief.
-Wait now, there's more.
But who is being groomed to succeed him.
Give us 35-year-old Wally Shane, who's married to Mr.
Anderson's daughter, is scheduled for late this fall.
How long are the citizens of this town going to close their eyes to-- ah, stuff and stuff.
-Yeah, I've been wondering how long he'd wait to let go with that barrel.
-Yeah, he's all at Wally for stealing his thunder on policy gang.
-Wally moves too fast for Mr.
Carroll.
He slipped down to New York and put the finger on that policy gang while the DA was still giving out interviews.
[LAUGHTER.]
-Yeah.
You owe $9.
20, doc.
-I begin to side with the DA.
There's something crooked about this police force of ours, around the poker table if nowhere else.
[LAUGHTER.]
-I'll sue you for that.
-Detective Gendock.
-Hi, Wally.
-I am going to have to start an epidemic in this town to pay for my social life.
[LAUGHTER.]
-It's almost time for the 1:11 chief, you going to meet Doris.
-I'm coming Wally, I'll put the town to bed on the way.
-I'll come along with you.
-OK.
-Hey! When did this get put up here? -What's that? Oh that came in late.
I posted in about 10 o'clock.
-Oh why didn't you let a guy know.
I could used 15 grand, right about now.
-You think too much about money, Wally.
-Well they way things are in this town, I can't do anything about the actors.
You can't live on a [INAUDIBLE.]
pay.
-Well the papers are right in there on my desk if you want to look at 'em Wally.
-I'll drop by later.
Well we gonna meet that train, we better get started.
-I'm coming right away.
-Next time you make another game, let me know.
I'll bring a bad check along.
[LAUGHTER.]
-Good night, doc.
-You're a sore loser, that's all he is.
Well, good night, Ted.
-Good night chief.
-Good night, pop.
Take it easy tonight, now will ya? Well, I hope I don't see you again tonight.
-She's leaving [INAUDIBLE.]
Farms.
-OK let's go.
-Hi there, Slim.
-Good evening, chief.
-Well, what's going on with this railroad tonight? First thing you know that 1:12's going to be on time.
-I know.
Caught me right in the middle of Dick Tracy too.
-It did, eh? That's what you get for reading those funnies.
So you know we can't quite laugh this off, Wally.
The DA's set to rock us back on our heels.
We're in for a hot six weeks.
-Well, I guess I can take it if you can.
-He's going to make a big issue of Doris.
-You think it's that bad? -One thing is certain, we got to be on our toes.
One slip in the next few weeks, he'll nail us to the wall.
-Well, I guess all we got to do is to do blue smarter than he is.
I guess that won't be too much.
-No, I hope not.
Listen friend, you wouldn't be catching the 1:12 would ya? Huh? -Oh, is that it? -Yeah.
OK, wait a minute.
Don't get so excited, will ya? After it leaves you've still got three minutes to catch it.
-Oh, gee, thanks.
-Hi.
-Hi.
-I thought you'd forgotten.
-No, never do that.
-Now come over here and say hello to my father.
Dad, this is Mr.
Furman and Marianne.
Marianne, this is the policeman without the brass buttons.
-Hello.
-Hello there.
-How do you do? -How do you do? -Your daughter was so very nice to us on the train, Mr.
Anderson.
-Where's Wally, didn't he come with you? -Yeah, he's out on the platform looking for you dear.
-Oh here he is.
Hello.
-Good day? -Not half as nice as coming home.
-Well who are your friends? -Some very nice people.
Come over and say hello.
Marianne, here's a whole front of brass buttons for you.
-Hello.
-Hello.
-He's a real policeman, isn't he? -He certainly is.
-Dorris, I wonder if you'd excuse me for a second, I'd like talk to Mr.
Furman a minute.
-Of course, dad.
Marianne, how'd you like some peanuts? I see a machine right over here.
-Sure.
-If you don't mind, Mr.
Furman.
-Not at all.
-Lester Furman, is that right? -That's right, but, uh-- -You just got in from Philadelphia? -That's right.
I, I don't understand, is something wrong? -I don't know.
What are you doing in Deerwood, Mr.
Furman? -I came to meet my wife.
She said she'd be at the Bristol.
You see we've been separated for some time.
-I see.
Is there any reason why you couldn't of met her in Philadelphia? -No, except she suggested Deerwood.
-Did you know that the Philadelphia police were looking for you? -For me? Why no, why? -Murder.
-Ha! Murder, but that's ridiculous.
I, I've-- -Should I frisk him, chief? -No I don't think that'll be necessary, Wally.
But I think we ought to walk over to the Bristol and make sure that Mrs.
Furman is actually registered.
-But why? Why, I don't understand? I-- -Something's the matter with dad.
What is it? What have you done to dad? -Nothing.
Nothing at all.
But we're just going over to the hotel to look for your mother.
But it's not a very nice hotel so I thought it might be a better idea if you come home with us and spend the night there.
Hmm? -Dad? -Yes, Mary? -What is it? Do you want me to go with them? -Yes Mary, it's very good of Mr.
Anderson to want to put you up for the night.
-You mean you're not coming? --I'll be there after a while.
You go along with Ms.
Anderson.
It's very late now.
-All right.
If you say so.
-Come on, Mary, the car's out this way.
-Mary-- Good night my child.
-Good night, dad.
Don't let them hurt you, dad.
-Oh, I won't.
I won't.
Could she have a class of milk before she goes to bed? -Of course she could.
Come on now young lady.
-You don't believe me, do you? -I don't know, Mr.
Furman, I'll have to wait and see.
-We better get started.
It's late.
-You ready? Come on.
[WHISTLING.]
-Ah.
Have you broke him down yet, Wally? -No.
-What was the stall about meeting his wife? What did he think that would get him? -Well all I know is that he didn't find any wife at the hotel.
-Listen, Furman, you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to.
But if you're innocent as you say you are, you're not doing your case any good.
-But I've told you and told you and told you.
I never heard of a Paul Frank Dunlap.
How could I have killed him? Do I look like someone who could murder a man? -I don't know.
My experience has been that no murderer ever looked like murderer.
-But what more can I say? What more can I do? -Let me look at that thing, Wally, will you? This is you, isn't it? -Yes.
Where did you get this? -From the Philadelphia police.
Do you recognize it? -Yes, but I, I don't understand.
I doubt this isn't-- how did they get ahold of this picture? That picture was taken 12 years ago.
-So? -I didn't look like this then.
This picture's been touched up.
-Touched up? -Yes, look.
I had a mustache then.
You see it's been removed.
And lines have been added to the face, and shadows here.
They've made my hair grey.
My hair wasn't grey wasn't then.
I was under 30.
-How can you be so sure that it was touched up.
-Because I know this picture.
You see that edge of that sleeve there, that hand? That was my wife's hand.
We had this picture taken together.
-Where's the original of that picture? -I don't know.
I haven't seen it in years.
-Could your wife of had it? -Oh, stop asking questions! Stop.
-Listen, Furman, I'm asking questions for your own good.
You're going to have to answer sooner or later and it's better that you answer now.
-All right.
That picture was taken two months before Ethel and I were married.
She was only 18.
I was 29.
She was working in a restaurant then in Philadelphia.
-A waitress? -Yes, a waitress.
A waitress in an all-night quick lunch.
She was poor.
I offered her an escape.
I didn't realize it then, but I think she fell in love with what I had to offer, rather than me.
She wanted all the things that money could buy.
But because I'd always had too I'd grown sick of those things.
I despised them.
I think that's what brought us together.
It also drove us apart.
She was young, she was restless.
And then after the child was born she, she became irritable, depressed.
In the end she ran away.
She took nothing with her, nothing except the last $50 I'd given her for household expenses.
She must have hated me very much.
As she didn't want anything of mine near her, not even her own child.
Because she was also my child.
That's why I can't believe she kept that picture.
Why should she? She hated me.
-Now whose idea was this reunion? -Mine.
You see, I've never completely lost hope.
I kept writing every month or so.
And finally she answered.
She asked to see me.
I didn't tell us bringing Marianne along.
I thought it might just make a difference.
-Well where does Paul Frank Dunlop come in? -I don't know! I've never heard of him.
-Quite the story.
-Yes, quite a story.
I'll say this though, Furman, if you're lying, you're doing a pretty good job.
-I'm not lying! Why should I lie? I've nothing to hide.
-Maybe you haven't, but with this thing facing us, I have no choice.
I've got to lock you up for the night, Furman.
You're accused of murder.
I can't let you go until the Philadelphia police get here tomorrow.
After that you're in their hands.
-I understand.
Just one thing more, I, I don't want my child to worry.
You'll do everything you can? -Naturally, but I have an idea that she's been asleep for a couple of hours by now so we won't have to worry about that until the morning.
-I don't know what to think.
I can't to see think anything right now.
My headaches.
May I please have some aspirin? -Why sure, I've got some here as a matter of fact.
Here, there's three in there.
Take 'em all.
-Thanks.
-Come on.
-Bring him up, George.
-Furman going to spend the night with us.
-OK, Wally.
-And take it easy with him, will ya? -Ah sure.
Come on, Mr.
-Don't worry about your daughter Mr.
Furman, I'll take care of her.
-Walk right in Mr.
Furman.
We haven't had anybody in our hoosegow for three days.
You'll have the whole place to yourself, just like a suite at the Ritz.
If you want anything just let me know.
-Thanks, I will.
-Well, what do you make of it, Wally? -I don't know.
Pretty screwy story.
-Yeah, pretty screwy.
But just screwy enough to be true.
-That we'll know in the morning.
-Yeah.
And that's only two or three hours away.
-Can I drive ya home? -Oh, sure.
Jeez, I forgot, Dorris has the car, hasn't she? -George, I'll bring you back a container of coffee.
-Oh, thanks, that would go good.
-And don't be cheating yourself at solitary while I'm gone now.
[LAUGHTER.]
[TELEPHONE RINGING.]
-Hello? Hello? Who? Who? Oh, George? Yes.
What? He did what? When? I see.
I see.
-I was right here all the time, chief.
Then when Wally came in off his beat a while ago, there he was.
The Chronicle, sure.
And the Philadelphia police.
And who? Oh, oh, doc Camsley.
Oh, yeah, sure.
Okie doke.
But he can't do him any good now, Scott.
The guy is dead.
NARRATOR: Now that you've seen part one of, "Two Sharp Knives," let's turn to our Westinghouse program.
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Well, it sounds like there was a mystery here.
-There was.
Every Monday afternoon the neighbors notice that Mrs.
Evelyn Gunther of Bird Street in Richmond, Virginia was all through with her laundry while they were still busy with theirs.
How come? Well, Mrs.
Gunther wrote us a letter and revealed her secret.
There it is.
The Westinghouse laundromat.
Listen to Mrs.
Gunther's letter.
"My washing and ironing time has been cut from two days a week to half a day.
" And Mrs.
Gunther says that her wonderful laundromat has already started to do her days wash while she's having breakfast.
And what's more, she hasn't had a single laundry bill since she bought her laundromat.
Because it watches everything.
It washes curtains and slip covers and even feather pillows.
Now she also saves on soap and water too.
Because of this wonderful Westinghouse exclusive feature, the water saver.
Now, of course, the Westinghouse laundromat does large nine pound loads.
But suppose you have a small wash like this.
Now, other washes would use the same amount of water as they would for a large sized load.
But with the laundromat, you just to water saver dial at low.
Now that means that it will use exactly the right amount of water to get this bundle spotless clean.
Now for any size load, small, medium, or large, here's the amount of water that you'd have to have in other washes.
But for this load, here is all the water that the laundromat uses.
And don't forget that it costs money to heat water.
Now naturally, with so much less water, you'll use lots less soap.
And then, here's all you do.
You just click the clothes in, start the laundromat, and your job is done.
The laundromat washes, rinses, damp dries.
Why it even cleans itself and shuts off automatically.
No wonder Mrs.
Gunther is in love with her laundromat.
Why she has lots more time to go visiting, see a movie or go shopping.
-When you're shopping, why not stop at my store.
I'll be proud to show you the famous Westinghouse laundromat.
It's the quality, automatic washer.
When you come in my store to see the laundromat, let me wash a load of your clothes.
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Come on in and ask about it.
NARRATOR: And now let's return to Studio One, and, "Two Sharp Knives.
" -Quite obviously this is the stool Furman stood on.
Now then, I would like to demonstrate something for you, gentlemen.
-Hold it, DA.
-The point I want to make, gentlemen, is that an incident of this sort could not have taken place without the greatest negligence on the part of the police.
-Can we quote you on that, Mr.
Carroll? -You certainly may.
Now then gentlemen, I would like you to be quiet for a moment and listen.
That's all, just listen.
You all heard the sound that stool made when it fell.
Remember, Furman was here in this cell.
He was not down at the end of the block.
Can any of you imagine a man sitting or standing not more than eight feet away who wouldn't have heard the sound that stool made when it fell? If indeed there was anyone there.
In other words, gentleman, is my contention that either the cell block was unattended or the attendant was asleep, or he deliberately ignored the noise because-- well I prefer not to entertain this last assumption since its implications are too close to criminal complicity.
The other possibilities are sufficiently damning to the efficiency and integrity of Mr.
Anderson's police administration.
-Is that on the record, Mr.
Carroll? -It is.
Let Anderson answer it, anyway he can.
Now gentlemen, I would like to point something further out to you.
That's the matter of the time element.
Thurman was booked in to this cell at 1:37 this morning.
He was not admitted to the block, however until 3:40.
-Not back yet, George? -Not yet.
The DA has been yelling for you for an hour, doc.
-Where is he? -He's in there with the press and a couple of his henchmen.
He's been making a political speech for one hour solid.
You'd think that Scott hung Mr.
Furman himself, with his own hands.
-I wish Scott were here.
I'd like to see him.
-Yeah, so do I.
Any minute I'm expecting Carroll to come in here and open fire on me.
After all, I'm the guy that was supposed to be guarding when it happened.
-There you are, doc, I was wondering how long it'd take you to get out your report.
-I've got it here.
There are a lot of things I'd like to check first before I put it through.
-Such as? -Whatever I find will be in the report, Carroll.
-Well it would seem to me to be a perfectly clear case.
Unless you'd like to check with Anderson first.
Of course if Anderson were here on the job it'd be a lot easier for all of us to check with him.
-I don't like that, Carroll.
-Well, neither do I.
Neither I believe do the people of Deerwood going to like it.
-Politics are your racket, Carroll, and up to a point they're not too hard to live with.
But there is a point beyond which they get just plain dirty.
Right now I gotta feeling they're dirty.
-So have I.
You want to keep your skirts clean, Camsley, I suggest you quit stalling on that report and get it through.
-You just love it to read murder wouldn't you? -Was it? -No.
It was suicide.
Motive unknown.
Now see what you can make of that.
There's a copy for your personal files.
This is for the chief.
-Come on over to me office, gentleman.
There may be some rather interesting information out of Philadelphia by now.
Oh, when Anderson comes in you might tell him to phone me.
I'd like to speak to him on the phone at least.
-Yeah.
Yeah, all right, I get it.
Yep.
Well I think that's something you ought to tell yourself.
Yeah.
Well he'll be here in a minute.
I'll have him call you back.
-What was that? -Philadelphia.
Something fishy about this, George.
I don't know what it is but they're all excited.
-Well here's the doc's report.
Scott will want to see it as soon as he comes in.
-Yeah, I certainly will.
What is that, is that the report? -Yeah.
Better call Philly right away chief.
Something's up.
-Get him on the phone, will ya, George? -Sure.
-Find anything? -No, not a thing.
I went over to hotel to see if anybody had registered, but not a soul since last night.
-Carroll's been here for two hours.
He's gonna try to boil us in oil for this one.
-Yeah, he might make it stick too if we don't clean it up.
-Philly on the line, boss.
-OK.
Hello? Yes, this is chief Anderson speaking.
You got my wire about Furman? Yeah.
I see.
What's that? What's that, are you? But are you sure? I see.
OK, very well.
Thanks for calling.
Goodbye.
-What did they say? What's the matter, Scott? -Well, that makes it just a little more binding.
There wasn't any Paul Frank Dunlap murdered in Philly.
They haven't any unsolved murder of the 26th of last months.
They never even heard of Lester Furman.
And the agency that set out that circular doesn't exist, it was a forgery.
-I don't get it.
-It's a very elaborate frame up.
Someone went to a lot of pain.
-I still don't get.
-No, neither do I.
-But if somebody was trying to get him, the suicide angle doesn't make any sense.
-None.
There's a very nasty smell about this.
This is the kind of a smell that the DA likes.
Let me see that report here.
-Sure.
Well that was a tough break, Wally.
You almost had that $15,000 in your mitt.
-Yeah, and lots of way I could of spent it too.
-Well, there's only one thing I know to do.
-Yeah, what? -It's not very pretty but we've got the question Furman's kid.
-Does she know yet? -No, Doris does, but I told her to keep it quiet for a while.
This is a dirty job, Wally, but I'm afraid it's right in your lap.
I want to go out there and get Doris and the youngster and bring 'em back here.
-Should I tell the kid? -No, it might be better to let Doris do it.
-I should be back in about a half hour.
-OK.
-George? -Yeah? -I knew you had a couple of drinks last night, but tell me, what actually did happen? Did you fall asleep? -Yes, I guess I did, chief.
-Well could anybody have gotten past you into that cell block? -Not unless they took the keys out of me pants pocket.
-Well from the time that Wally and I left until he brought you back your coffee, did you have anything to drink? -Yes, one little one.
-Could've it have doped? -I don't see how.
-No, neither do I.
OK, Georgie, never mind, forget about it.
Why would anyone send out a circular like this for a man that isn't wanted? -Chief? -What is it, Joe? -Doc Camsley here to see you.
-OK, send him in.
Excuse me, George.
-Oh, sure.
-Come on in, Ben.
Glad to see you.
-Hello, Scott.
-Sit down.
-Have you gotten my report? -Yeah.
-Do you believe it? -Why certainly, why shouldn't I? -It wasn't accurate.
I covered for you, Scott.
-You did what? You-- what do you mean you covered for me? What are you saying? -Furman didn't hang himself, Scott.
He was murdered.
He was dead before his body was strung up to that pipe.
-Well how was he killed? -A blow, up here under the hair.
He never knew what hit him.
-Do you? -I know pretty much what hit him.
What I'm wondering is who? -Yeah, and so am I.
-Well, uh, Bill did all right, didn't he? Yeah, and a swell press he got.
I got to hand him that.
The verdict is suicide right across the board.
-Yeah.
What time is it? -It's a quarter of 11.
Say, she ought be here by now.
-Yeah, that's what I was thinking.
her train gets in at 10:05.
-Ah, [INAUDIBLE.]
what a dump, she never can tell.
Get your feet out of the way.
Besides the train could've been a half hour late.
-Yeah, but she ain't smart like Bill.
I suppose you know that? -Ah, she's nuts about him, isn't she? That's enough to keep a dame in line for quite some time.
-Yeah, you think that she really thinks he's gonna marry her? That's what I mean.
She's dumb.
-What are you worrying about? That's Bill's problem.
He can handle it without any help from you or me either.
-Yeah.
-Besides the jingle of a half a million bucks, boy that's sweet music to any woman's ear.
-I still say you can't be sure, you know? I'd feel a lot better if she hadn't had that crack up last year.
You know what doc Green says? -No.
-He says got, uh, she's, uh, psychotic.
That's what he said.
-What's that mean? Nuts? -Now look, if you'd improve your mind like me, you know that there ain't no such thing as nuts.
All of us is nuts.
Some more, some less.
-I'm less.
-That is a matter of opinion.
-Whose? -Why will a dame always make it personal? Now look, I'm just trying to carry on a little intellectual conversation.
-You talk to yourself then.
-I am not.
I'm talking to you.
Look, all of us has something.
Some has got neuroses and some has got psychoses.
And psychoses is the worst.
That is unless you know how to handle it, see? But the people what makes the real trouble is what they call the, normals.
-Who says I make trouble? -And who says you're normal? -I do.
-Ah, listen baby, you start getting abnormal right around-- [KNOCKING.]
-Wait, that's Ethel.
-Well let her in.
[KNOCKING.]
-Welcome to our domain.
-Don't stand there, come on in.
-What kept you so long? -Oh, the train was late.
-Did anybody see you coming in? -No, I don't think so.
-Are you sure that that clerk in that New York hotel saw you early this morning? -Yes, I got him to cash a check for me.
-And did you give the doorman a tip like I told ya? -Yeah, a dollar.
-Did you tell him what it was for? -Sure, I said I wanted to get a taxi fast because I had to catch an early train to Deerwood to meet my husband and I missed my train last night.
-OK.
-Where's Bill? -Well, he's laying low.
-I saw the morning paper at the station when I got in.
-Bill did all right.
Didn't he? -Did you ever think he wouldn't? Oh, gosh I'm tired.
I didn't sleep much last night.
-Why not? You weren't getting soft about this Furman again, were ya? -What business is it of yours what I was thinking? Hey look, give me a cigarette, I'm out.
-Sure kid.
-Thanks.
Smoked a whole pack on the train.
Thanks.
Hasn't Bill even called? -Nah, he's got sense.
-Wish I could see him before I got down there.
-Why? -I don't know, I, I'd just like to.
-You're nervous, ain't you? -Yeah, a little.
-Now look kid, you better get over that before you walk in front of those cops.
Come on, how about a drink? -No, but, gee I sure wish I could do this some other way.
-Honey you can't.
Look, this plan's got to look on the level.
First, you were gonna meet him, and then you made a date with him, and then you were gonna go back with him, and that you just kind of accidentally missed the train.
Well, let me tell you something, if they think this date was a phony, you're gonna look pretty sick.
-Yeah, I guess you're right.
I only hope they don't grill me.
I hate the way cops have of asking questions.
-You've got a simple story, stick to it.
-Yeah, all right.
Gee I, I look old, don't I? -You look your age, baby.
And at your age you ain't going to get many more chances.
-No, I suppose that's right.
Well, might as well get it over with.
-Sure.
See ya inside an hour.
-Oh I hope it's a mere night.
-If it won't be, it mustn't be much longer either.
-Yeah, that's right, mustn't be.
Well, wish me luck? -You bet I do, luck, kid.
-Thank you.
-Well, what do you think? -I thinks she's an amateur, that's what I think and I wish she wasn't.
Hey, come on, let's make a drink.
-You said it.
For both of us.
-Why did he do it? He must of had some reason! I don't understand it! I don't understand it! -Neither do we, Mary.
-But he wanted to meet mommy! He wanted her to come back! What isn't she here? -That's what we're trying to find out, Mary.
-You did it.
You killed him! He'd never her like this.
-Oh, there's no sense going on with this now.
Come in.
What is it, Joe? -What do you want her to do, boss? -Come here.
-I better take the kid outside.
-Yeah, wait a minute, will you, Joe? Doris? I wonder if you'd mind waiting outside for a minute, dear, will you? I've got somebody I have to talk to.
I'll call you in just a moment after.
-Of course, dad.
Will you come with me, Marianne? -What difference does it make? -We can wait right inside here.
-OK, Joe, bring her in.
Mrs.
Furman? -Yes.
-Won't you sit down? -Thanks.
How'd it happen? How'd it happen? I don't know, Mrs.
Furman.
But why? Why? We were all set to come back together again.
It's what he wanted for years.
Why'd you throw him in the jail? What had he done? -Don't you know? -No.
-We acted on information that we thought was quite reliable.
-Murder? Oh, that is impossible.
Why, Lester never hurt anyone.
-Including you? -I hurt him much more than he ever hurt me.
Oh, there's something wrong, there must be.
-Perhaps more than you know, Mrs.
Furman.
This circular was faked.
-Faked? Well how? Why? You see, I haven't seen Lester in 10 years.
-He told us that you had asked him to meet you here.
Did you? -Yes, I'd, I'd been a fool for a long time.
I wanted him to take me back.
-Well if it meant so much to you, why didn't you meet him here? Or did you, Mrs.
Furman? -No, you see I, I missed the last train out of New York last night.
I caught the earliest train I could this morning.
And now-- well, he was such a gentle guy.
Why would anyone want-- -Why did anyone what? Coroner's report calls it suicide.
-Well they accused him of murder.
-Did you ever see this picture before, Mrs.
Furman? -No.
Well yeah.
Yes of course I have.
But, gee it's different, something's been done to it.
-That's right, it's been touched up.
-It was taken in Atlantic City before we were married.
-Did you ever have the original of the picture, Mrs.
Furman? -Once yes, but, that was before I left him.
You see, when I cleared out I was fed up by-- I thought I hated him.
I didn't take anything with me to remind me of him.
-I see.
Well your story seems to hold up pretty well, Mrs.
Furman.
I don't see any reason for holding you.
There's only one thing.
When Furman got off the train last night, he wasn't alone.
-What? -No there was someone with him, Mrs.
Furman.
-Who? -Just a minute.
-Someone here I want you to meet.
-Who is it? -Mary? -Yes, this is your daughter, Mrs.
Furman.
-Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Why weren't you here last night? Where were you? -Let me look at you.
Let me look at you.
-If you'd been here this never would've happened.
Why weren't you? -I didn't know, darling.
If I'd known I never have missed that train.
-Come back, mommy.
Please come back.
Dad wanted you too.
He wanted it for so long.
-Oh, I'll come back.
Take her away.
Take her out of here.
-Mommy? -Get her out! -Mommy! -Mary, come along, dear.
Come along.
You're going back to Doris' house.
Go along.
-Why'd you have to drive the kid into it? -Did you miss the train on purpose? -Why didn't he ever tell me I had a kid like that? Gee, I never expected-- -You missed the train on purpose.
-Yes, yes! -Sit down, Mrs.
Furman.
So it wasn't suicide after all, was it? -No.
-It was murder, wasn't it? -Why didn't he ever tell me? Why didn't he tell me? -I know, you've got a perfect alibi.
You were in New York, but you know who did it, don't you, Mrs.
Furman? -Yes.
-Who? -Bill.
-Who's Bill? -I won't tell you.
He'll [INAUDIBLE.]
me, you can't make me tell! -Who's Bill, Mrs.
Furman? -I won't tell you! You'll never make me tell! -Who's Bill, Mrs.
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NARRATOR: We return now to, "Two Sharp Knifes.
" -And what time is it now? -6:25, maybe a little later.
Seven hours she's been gone.
-Ah, well maybe small town cops don't ask questions as fast as big city cops.
-Cut it.
-Does it strike you funny that we haven't heard from Bill either? -Yeah.
-You don't suppose they could have blown and left us holding the bag, do you? -I wouldn't put it past either one of them.
[KNOCKING.]
-Hey, that must be Bill.
-Wait.
[KNOCKING.]
-Who is it? -Bill.
You ought to know better than to leave me standing out there in the hall.
-What took you so long? -Give me drink.
I've been to headquarters.
-Yeah, well where's Ethel? What about her? -She's still there.
-Well how she's doing? -I wish I knew.
Thanks.
She's been [INAUDIBLE.]
with the chief since morning.
He wouldn't of kept her there that long, if he hadn't been getting places.
-You mean to tell me you think she's begun to sing? -Yeah, I think she's close to it.
Well the chief sprang Furman's kid on her.
-What? -She's here? -Yeah.
Yeah I had a hunch that kid would cause trouble the minute I laid eyes on her.
-Look, Bill, you haven't told us yet why ya came here.
-I came because I think Scott's getting warm.
-You mean you think we ought to blow, is that it? -And leave a half million dollars lying around? Not exactly.
-What else is there to do? -You mean to tell me that you think this Anderson's getting that warm? Do you? -Yeah.
He's smart, plenty smart.
Yeah, I think he's that warm.
-And who else? -He don't pass much on along when he's on a case.
Besides, he's been along with her most the day.
The only other person they talked to is the DA.
And he won't tell him what time it is.
-Yeah.
Yeah.
It looks to me like we got to take care of one more person, huh? -Yeah.
-Hey don't look at me like I'm this small town cop.
I know what the score is just as well as you do.
I ain't saying I like it.
Scott's a right guy.
-Yes, and sonny, you're in a big time now.
You ain't in high school.
-Now look I can figure percentages just as well as you can.
I know it's got to be done.
That don't mean I gotta to do it.
There's other ways.
-Yeah, but who's in a better spot than you? -Maybe you, maybe Hodges.
-Now wait a minute, we can't get into headquarters as easy as you can.
You know that, Bill.
-Thinks don't always go the way you want 'em too.
They go like they gotta go.
-Yeah, and Scott's gotta go.
And you better commence thinking about when and how because you ain't got much time.
-Maybe I been thinking! One of the things I been thinking is that this might be just as good a spot as any to do the job.
-Here? -Yeah.
Might just be that I can get him to come here, alone.
-Yeah? Well, go on.
-Well, it figures out something like this.
I go back and I walk into Scott's office.
And I say to him-- -Now let me review this, Mrs.
Furman, just to make sure that I've got it straight.
You met this Bill in New York some two months ago.
He was from Detroit, part of policy gang.
-That's right.
-He made quite a play for you, even talked about getting married.
But you couldn't do that because you were still married to Furman.
-That's right.
-So he came up with this idea of getting rid of Furman.
The fact that were going to inherit $500,000 from his will didn't hurt any I gather.
-That's right.
But you weren't there.
You were in New York.
He did the whole job.
-That's right.
-You realize of course that this makes you an accessory before the fact.
You're just as guilty of murder as he is, Mrs.
Furman.
-Yes.
-There's only one way I can help you and that is by you turn this Bill over to us.
-But I can't.
I don't where he is.
-On the other hand, if I let you go he's bound to find you.
I don't know where, or when or how, but he's certainly going to find you.
-Yeah, I suppose he will.
-Well, that's the chance we've got to take then.
A lot depends on you Mrs.
Furman.
They're going to suspect you, and you know that.
And if they ever find out what's gone on in here today they'll get rid of you in five minutes.
You're going to have a tough job convincing them.
And don't underestimate how tough.
-I don't.
-Well, that's about all then I guess.
You can go now if you want to.
-Look, could I, could I see the kid for a minute first? -Now how are you going to explain to her that you're walking out and leaving her alone for the second time? -Yeah, that's right.
Would you take care of her for me? -I'll take care of her, Mrs.
Furman.
-Well I guess that's that.
-George.
-Yeah, chief.
-I'm releasing Mrs.
Furman.
She'll give you all the information you want in case you need her.
Goodbye Mrs.
Furman, thanks.
-Thanks.
-Right over here, Mrs.
Furman.
-Joe.
-Yeah chief? -Where's Wally? -He left about five minutes ago, he's in the locker room.
-Go down and tell him I want to him, will you? Hello, Wally, where have you been? -Oh, just out on the deadbeat, nothing to it.
-Wait until you see the Chronicle tomorrow, you'll think you better start for another job.
-Carroll got us over a barrel, hasn't he? -Well, he thinks he has but I'm not so sure that he has.
That's the reason I want you to come with me now.
This might be quite a break for you Wally.
Just the sort of break that might make you chief of police by public acclaim.
-You're that hot, huh? -It's open and shut.
I've got to go out and get George some instructions.
I'll be right back and pick you up.
-OK.
Hello, Bristol, give me 403.
Hello, [INAUDIBLE.]
, it's Bill.
Look, get packed and ready to blow.
Yeah in a few minutes Anderson and I are going to pay you a little visit.
We'll be alone.
-You all set? -All set.
-OK, let's go.
-How do you suppose Bill got him to come over here? -I don't know, but I said certainly don't like it.
-We should get out of here first and let him do it alone.
-I don't trust him.
I want to see it done right.
[KNOCKING.]
-Hey that's not Bill.
Come in.
-Hello.
Well all packed I see.
-Where did you come from? I thought by this time they'd have you in jail.
-Ha, they didn't have anything on me.
They tried all day to break the alibi, it stood up.
They had to let me go, they had no choice.
-Yeah, well we heard it different.
-What? -We heard you had quite a little trouble.
-What kind of trouble? -That kid for one thing, that cam as quite a surprise.
-Oh, yeah, to me too.
Why sure they tried to be tough at first, but they had nothing to go on, so they let me go.
-Yeah? Well what about the kid? -Well what about him, [INAUDIBLE.]
? -Strange, it you were so in the clear you'd think they'd you bring the kid along with ya.
-I didn't want it.
Who wants a kid.
-Yeah, who wants a kid, particularly if you're going to try to put the finger on some folks for the cops.
-Me? -Yeah, you.
-Why not? Bill's crazy about the kid, he wouldn't of minded if you brought it along, he would've been glad to have it.
-Bill's never seen her, he's never even her of her.
-Oh, no.
He was here, just a little while ago.
His story is quite.
Different.
-Quite different.
-But that's crazy! Well how did Bill ever-- -Sit down you.
-Well all I'm trying to tell ya is-- -We're listening.
-I'm just trying to say-- -What? -You've got it all wrong.
You don't think that-- [KNOCKING.]
-Shut up and you keep her quiet and I'll take care of the rest.
[KNOCKING.]
I came to see Mrs.
Furman.
-Bill! -Shut up.
-Yes, and Bill.
-Well, uh, why don't you come in Anderson.
-Thanks very much.
-We've been waiting to see you.
-Look as though I recognize the entire gang.
There's a couple of you I haven't seen before but it looks like that policy gang that Wally was mixed up in New York a couple of months back.
Well you seem to have me fairly well covered.
What's the idea, a conference or a riot? -Sit down, Anderson.
-Well thanks.
-All right, first thing hot shot.
-I didn't do this.
I didn't! -I know you didn't, Mrs.
Furman, it was Bill, wasn't it? Bill has quite a way with the ladies.
He's going to marry my daughter in a few months.
Or maybe he didn't tell you that? -Bill? -Yes, right after election.
-Shut up! -Now quiet both of you, because you have plenty of time to talk when we're away.
And we ain't got much time.
All right, get to it, hot shot.
Gonna take care of you, palsy.
Put your hands back here, come on.
Now Bills, let's start that little [INAUDIBLE.]
.
[INTERPOSING VOICES.]
-You OK, chief? -Sure, just about time.
OK, Georgie thanks.
I'll take care of it.
Sorry Wally, but while you were loading your gun I was little busy too.
Usually I trust Wally to do this job alone with me but I couldn't trust Bill.
You're under arrest, all of you.
-Now wait a minute, I didn't have any to do with it.
-Don't tell how innocent you are.
A jury will decide that.
-Me too? -You too, Mrs.
Furman, and Bill.
Take 'em away and load 'em up.
-Let's go.
-Now listen, Anderson.
-Shut up.
Shut up I said.
-Mr.
Anderson, my daughter.
-I'll take care of her.
She can have a home with Doris and me just as long as she wants, Mrs.
Furman.
-Ah, you thought about it all along, haven't you? -Yes, I've thought about it.
I've knew about it, all along, long before it ever made sense, Wally.
But I kept hoping that it wasn't true.
I knew that no outsider could get past George proper into that cell block.
It has to be an inside job.
-And a lot of things broke wrong.
-Yeah.
What made you do it, Wally? That policy gang give you an itch for easy money? -That and the fact that I thought we were finished, politically.
I thought that I could outsmart ya.
I thought you were getting old.
-I am getting old.
And I didn't want this job any longer.
But now it looks as though I'm going to have to keep on being a cop.
I've got a couple of more people to support than I counted on.
-I guess I wasn't as smart as I thought I was.
-No, I guess not.
And I'm sorry, too, Wally.
Because you know I always liked you.
-Yeah, I know did.
That's what I was counting on.
-Let's go, Wally.
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-Working it kind of late, ain't they Carl? -I'm on the night shift now.
It's better for the old ones to work late.
They got nothing to do nights.
-Mrs.
asleep anyway, eh? -Right.
-I'm thirsty, dad, can I get a drink? -May I.
-May I.
-You haven't slept at all.
-I can get it.
-All right, go ahead.
-OK.
The cup's stuck.
-Yes they do that sometimes.
Let's see if I can help you.
Oh, we certainly got a cup, didn't we? -We certainly did.
Thank you.
-Now lets see if we can get you some good warm water.
There we go.
-Thanks.
-Isn't it pretty late for you to be up? -Yes, but it's a special occasion.
We're going to meet my mommy.
-Oh, I see.
-I have never seen her really.
I was only a baby when she left.
-Now how long ago was that? -10 years.
[TRAIN WHISTLE.]
Gee it scares me every time I hear that sound.
-That's everybody, I guess.
-I like your hair.
I wish my hair was that color.
-You know you don't have to worry.
You're going to very pretty.
You're going to be a black Irish beauty someday.
-Excuse me, uh, Mary, I think you better come back to your seat now.
-Is mommy as pretty as she is, daddy? -Old water.
Old water.
Two more stops to Deerwood.
-Thank you.
Thank you.
-Oh, are you going to Deerwood? -Yes.
-Isn't that silly, that's where I live.
I just went into Philadelphia, a night at the theater.
-Then you tell us where the hotel is.
-Which one? We're a great, big town, you know? Two hotels.
-The Bristol.
Is it all right? I mean, is it the sort of place I can take my little girl to? -One thing I'll say for it, it is respectable.
Grover Cleveland slept there.
-Is the other one any better? -Well it's-- I'll tell you this way, my father's the chief of police and he gets a lot of phone calls from the other one.
-Your father's a policeman? -Yes, he's a copper.
-Has your wife been living in Deerwood? -Uh, no.
No, she's been living in New York mostly.
She, uh-- Mary, I think you'd better go back to the seat.
I'll be there in a moment.
-Yes, dad.
-I'm sorry, I don't know your name.
-Anderson.
Dorris Anderson.
-Please Ms.
Anderson, don't mention any of this to your father.
But you see, this is very hard for me to say, but my wife-- there were times, I don't know, it's quite possible she might could have some sort of record.
From many years ago, of course.
That's all over now.
I know it.
I heard her voice on the phone.
It's why I couldn't bear to have anything happen now that might spoil this.
You see, that's child there, that child needs her mother.
I've done what I could, I know I've known for a long time.
That's why I ask you to-- I said too much, I'm sorry.
Please forgive me.
It's only that this means a great deal to me, Ms.
Anderson.
-I've been a policeman's daughter for a long time now.
I've learned how not to talk.
Now I add my father to the perfectly wonderful way of not hearing when I do slip.
-Thanks you, Ms.
Anderson.
Thank you.
-Well, what, I just got your daughter a cup of water, Mr.
? -Uh, Furman.
Lester Furman.
-I hope you have a lovely reunion at the Bristol, Mr.
Furman.
I only wish we could of found you a nicer setting.
-Thank you, Ms.
Anderson.
Thank you.
-Deerwood police.
Huh? -Up five.
-Fives for you, chief.
-And 10 more.
-It's the DA, he says it's important.
-What does he want Joe? -Hello, Carroll? Yes.
Well what's on your mind? I see.
Just a minute.
You raised me again, Ben? -10 more.
-Come again.
Shove in 20 for me, will you, George? -Oh sure.
-Yes, Carroll.
Yes.
Well who saw them? Well just for your information Wally Shane picked up Mr.
Carscaralotti at 6pm this evening and at 9:05 he was on the train to New York, handcuffed to one of our boys.
Not at all.
Thanks for calling.
Well, how do we stand? -You got me beat, Scott.
-But I was thinking of calling you, chief.
-Don't waste your money, George.
Your wife needs slip covers for the living room.
[LAUGHTER.]
-Well, maybe you're right.
I had three nines.
What did you have? -George, how long is it going to take to learn show my hand until I'm called.
[LAUGHTER.]
-Your deal, doc.
-I've had enough.
I have to take out Mrs.
Dallyanny's gallbladder at eight in the morning.
What is the DA so hot about? -Politics.
He wants to catch me napping.
Canon fodder for elections.
-You see what he's giving out about you and Wally? -No, what? -This is tomorrow morning Chronicle.
Personnel interview with the DA.
-Yeah? -What have we here in Deerwood, Carroll asks.
Democracy? Not with this administration in power, it's royal succession.
Take the case of our police chief, Scott Anderson.
Mr.
Anderson has hinted privately that he would retire next year, which decision has our heartiest approval.
-He'd sure like to cut you heart out, chief.
-Wait now, there's more.
But who is being groomed to succeed him.
Give us 35-year-old Wally Shane, who's married to Mr.
Anderson's daughter, is scheduled for late this fall.
How long are the citizens of this town going to close their eyes to-- ah, stuff and stuff.
-Yeah, I've been wondering how long he'd wait to let go with that barrel.
-Yeah, he's all at Wally for stealing his thunder on policy gang.
-Wally moves too fast for Mr.
Carroll.
He slipped down to New York and put the finger on that policy gang while the DA was still giving out interviews.
[LAUGHTER.]
-Yeah.
You owe $9.
20, doc.
-I begin to side with the DA.
There's something crooked about this police force of ours, around the poker table if nowhere else.
[LAUGHTER.]
-I'll sue you for that.
-Detective Gendock.
-Hi, Wally.
-I am going to have to start an epidemic in this town to pay for my social life.
[LAUGHTER.]
-It's almost time for the 1:11 chief, you going to meet Doris.
-I'm coming Wally, I'll put the town to bed on the way.
-I'll come along with you.
-OK.
-Hey! When did this get put up here? -What's that? Oh that came in late.
I posted in about 10 o'clock.
-Oh why didn't you let a guy know.
I could used 15 grand, right about now.
-You think too much about money, Wally.
-Well they way things are in this town, I can't do anything about the actors.
You can't live on a [INAUDIBLE.]
pay.
-Well the papers are right in there on my desk if you want to look at 'em Wally.
-I'll drop by later.
Well we gonna meet that train, we better get started.
-I'm coming right away.
-Next time you make another game, let me know.
I'll bring a bad check along.
[LAUGHTER.]
-Good night, doc.
-You're a sore loser, that's all he is.
Well, good night, Ted.
-Good night chief.
-Good night, pop.
Take it easy tonight, now will ya? Well, I hope I don't see you again tonight.
-She's leaving [INAUDIBLE.]
Farms.
-OK let's go.
-Hi there, Slim.
-Good evening, chief.
-Well, what's going on with this railroad tonight? First thing you know that 1:12's going to be on time.
-I know.
Caught me right in the middle of Dick Tracy too.
-It did, eh? That's what you get for reading those funnies.
So you know we can't quite laugh this off, Wally.
The DA's set to rock us back on our heels.
We're in for a hot six weeks.
-Well, I guess I can take it if you can.
-He's going to make a big issue of Doris.
-You think it's that bad? -One thing is certain, we got to be on our toes.
One slip in the next few weeks, he'll nail us to the wall.
-Well, I guess all we got to do is to do blue smarter than he is.
I guess that won't be too much.
-No, I hope not.
Listen friend, you wouldn't be catching the 1:12 would ya? Huh? -Oh, is that it? -Yeah.
OK, wait a minute.
Don't get so excited, will ya? After it leaves you've still got three minutes to catch it.
-Oh, gee, thanks.
-Hi.
-Hi.
-I thought you'd forgotten.
-No, never do that.
-Now come over here and say hello to my father.
Dad, this is Mr.
Furman and Marianne.
Marianne, this is the policeman without the brass buttons.
-Hello.
-Hello there.
-How do you do? -How do you do? -Your daughter was so very nice to us on the train, Mr.
Anderson.
-Where's Wally, didn't he come with you? -Yeah, he's out on the platform looking for you dear.
-Oh here he is.
Hello.
-Good day? -Not half as nice as coming home.
-Well who are your friends? -Some very nice people.
Come over and say hello.
Marianne, here's a whole front of brass buttons for you.
-Hello.
-Hello.
-He's a real policeman, isn't he? -He certainly is.
-Dorris, I wonder if you'd excuse me for a second, I'd like talk to Mr.
Furman a minute.
-Of course, dad.
Marianne, how'd you like some peanuts? I see a machine right over here.
-Sure.
-If you don't mind, Mr.
Furman.
-Not at all.
-Lester Furman, is that right? -That's right, but, uh-- -You just got in from Philadelphia? -That's right.
I, I don't understand, is something wrong? -I don't know.
What are you doing in Deerwood, Mr.
Furman? -I came to meet my wife.
She said she'd be at the Bristol.
You see we've been separated for some time.
-I see.
Is there any reason why you couldn't of met her in Philadelphia? -No, except she suggested Deerwood.
-Did you know that the Philadelphia police were looking for you? -For me? Why no, why? -Murder.
-Ha! Murder, but that's ridiculous.
I, I've-- -Should I frisk him, chief? -No I don't think that'll be necessary, Wally.
But I think we ought to walk over to the Bristol and make sure that Mrs.
Furman is actually registered.
-But why? Why, I don't understand? I-- -Something's the matter with dad.
What is it? What have you done to dad? -Nothing.
Nothing at all.
But we're just going over to the hotel to look for your mother.
But it's not a very nice hotel so I thought it might be a better idea if you come home with us and spend the night there.
Hmm? -Dad? -Yes, Mary? -What is it? Do you want me to go with them? -Yes Mary, it's very good of Mr.
Anderson to want to put you up for the night.
-You mean you're not coming? --I'll be there after a while.
You go along with Ms.
Anderson.
It's very late now.
-All right.
If you say so.
-Come on, Mary, the car's out this way.
-Mary-- Good night my child.
-Good night, dad.
Don't let them hurt you, dad.
-Oh, I won't.
I won't.
Could she have a class of milk before she goes to bed? -Of course she could.
Come on now young lady.
-You don't believe me, do you? -I don't know, Mr.
Furman, I'll have to wait and see.
-We better get started.
It's late.
-You ready? Come on.
[WHISTLING.]
-Ah.
Have you broke him down yet, Wally? -No.
-What was the stall about meeting his wife? What did he think that would get him? -Well all I know is that he didn't find any wife at the hotel.
-Listen, Furman, you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to.
But if you're innocent as you say you are, you're not doing your case any good.
-But I've told you and told you and told you.
I never heard of a Paul Frank Dunlap.
How could I have killed him? Do I look like someone who could murder a man? -I don't know.
My experience has been that no murderer ever looked like murderer.
-But what more can I say? What more can I do? -Let me look at that thing, Wally, will you? This is you, isn't it? -Yes.
Where did you get this? -From the Philadelphia police.
Do you recognize it? -Yes, but I, I don't understand.
I doubt this isn't-- how did they get ahold of this picture? That picture was taken 12 years ago.
-So? -I didn't look like this then.
This picture's been touched up.
-Touched up? -Yes, look.
I had a mustache then.
You see it's been removed.
And lines have been added to the face, and shadows here.
They've made my hair grey.
My hair wasn't grey wasn't then.
I was under 30.
-How can you be so sure that it was touched up.
-Because I know this picture.
You see that edge of that sleeve there, that hand? That was my wife's hand.
We had this picture taken together.
-Where's the original of that picture? -I don't know.
I haven't seen it in years.
-Could your wife of had it? -Oh, stop asking questions! Stop.
-Listen, Furman, I'm asking questions for your own good.
You're going to have to answer sooner or later and it's better that you answer now.
-All right.
That picture was taken two months before Ethel and I were married.
She was only 18.
I was 29.
She was working in a restaurant then in Philadelphia.
-A waitress? -Yes, a waitress.
A waitress in an all-night quick lunch.
She was poor.
I offered her an escape.
I didn't realize it then, but I think she fell in love with what I had to offer, rather than me.
She wanted all the things that money could buy.
But because I'd always had too I'd grown sick of those things.
I despised them.
I think that's what brought us together.
It also drove us apart.
She was young, she was restless.
And then after the child was born she, she became irritable, depressed.
In the end she ran away.
She took nothing with her, nothing except the last $50 I'd given her for household expenses.
She must have hated me very much.
As she didn't want anything of mine near her, not even her own child.
Because she was also my child.
That's why I can't believe she kept that picture.
Why should she? She hated me.
-Now whose idea was this reunion? -Mine.
You see, I've never completely lost hope.
I kept writing every month or so.
And finally she answered.
She asked to see me.
I didn't tell us bringing Marianne along.
I thought it might just make a difference.
-Well where does Paul Frank Dunlop come in? -I don't know! I've never heard of him.
-Quite the story.
-Yes, quite a story.
I'll say this though, Furman, if you're lying, you're doing a pretty good job.
-I'm not lying! Why should I lie? I've nothing to hide.
-Maybe you haven't, but with this thing facing us, I have no choice.
I've got to lock you up for the night, Furman.
You're accused of murder.
I can't let you go until the Philadelphia police get here tomorrow.
After that you're in their hands.
-I understand.
Just one thing more, I, I don't want my child to worry.
You'll do everything you can? -Naturally, but I have an idea that she's been asleep for a couple of hours by now so we won't have to worry about that until the morning.
-I don't know what to think.
I can't to see think anything right now.
My headaches.
May I please have some aspirin? -Why sure, I've got some here as a matter of fact.
Here, there's three in there.
Take 'em all.
-Thanks.
-Come on.
-Bring him up, George.
-Furman going to spend the night with us.
-OK, Wally.
-And take it easy with him, will ya? -Ah sure.
Come on, Mr.
-Don't worry about your daughter Mr.
Furman, I'll take care of her.
-Walk right in Mr.
Furman.
We haven't had anybody in our hoosegow for three days.
You'll have the whole place to yourself, just like a suite at the Ritz.
If you want anything just let me know.
-Thanks, I will.
-Well, what do you make of it, Wally? -I don't know.
Pretty screwy story.
-Yeah, pretty screwy.
But just screwy enough to be true.
-That we'll know in the morning.
-Yeah.
And that's only two or three hours away.
-Can I drive ya home? -Oh, sure.
Jeez, I forgot, Dorris has the car, hasn't she? -George, I'll bring you back a container of coffee.
-Oh, thanks, that would go good.
-And don't be cheating yourself at solitary while I'm gone now.
[LAUGHTER.]
[TELEPHONE RINGING.]
-Hello? Hello? Who? Who? Oh, George? Yes.
What? He did what? When? I see.
I see.
-I was right here all the time, chief.
Then when Wally came in off his beat a while ago, there he was.
The Chronicle, sure.
And the Philadelphia police.
And who? Oh, oh, doc Camsley.
Oh, yeah, sure.
Okie doke.
But he can't do him any good now, Scott.
The guy is dead.
NARRATOR: Now that you've seen part one of, "Two Sharp Knives," let's turn to our Westinghouse program.
Extra, extra, lady reveals secret.
Well, it sounds like there was a mystery here.
-There was.
Every Monday afternoon the neighbors notice that Mrs.
Evelyn Gunther of Bird Street in Richmond, Virginia was all through with her laundry while they were still busy with theirs.
How come? Well, Mrs.
Gunther wrote us a letter and revealed her secret.
There it is.
The Westinghouse laundromat.
Listen to Mrs.
Gunther's letter.
"My washing and ironing time has been cut from two days a week to half a day.
" And Mrs.
Gunther says that her wonderful laundromat has already started to do her days wash while she's having breakfast.
And what's more, she hasn't had a single laundry bill since she bought her laundromat.
Because it watches everything.
It washes curtains and slip covers and even feather pillows.
Now she also saves on soap and water too.
Because of this wonderful Westinghouse exclusive feature, the water saver.
Now, of course, the Westinghouse laundromat does large nine pound loads.
But suppose you have a small wash like this.
Now, other washes would use the same amount of water as they would for a large sized load.
But with the laundromat, you just to water saver dial at low.
Now that means that it will use exactly the right amount of water to get this bundle spotless clean.
Now for any size load, small, medium, or large, here's the amount of water that you'd have to have in other washes.
But for this load, here is all the water that the laundromat uses.
And don't forget that it costs money to heat water.
Now naturally, with so much less water, you'll use lots less soap.
And then, here's all you do.
You just click the clothes in, start the laundromat, and your job is done.
The laundromat washes, rinses, damp dries.
Why it even cleans itself and shuts off automatically.
No wonder Mrs.
Gunther is in love with her laundromat.
Why she has lots more time to go visiting, see a movie or go shopping.
-When you're shopping, why not stop at my store.
I'll be proud to show you the famous Westinghouse laundromat.
It's the quality, automatic washer.
When you come in my store to see the laundromat, let me wash a load of your clothes.
Let me prove to you why the laundromat is the quality washer.
And it's so easy to own a laundromat, because Westinghouse dealers have a convenient payment plan available to you.
Come on in and ask about it.
NARRATOR: And now let's return to Studio One, and, "Two Sharp Knives.
" -Quite obviously this is the stool Furman stood on.
Now then, I would like to demonstrate something for you, gentlemen.
-Hold it, DA.
-The point I want to make, gentlemen, is that an incident of this sort could not have taken place without the greatest negligence on the part of the police.
-Can we quote you on that, Mr.
Carroll? -You certainly may.
Now then gentlemen, I would like you to be quiet for a moment and listen.
That's all, just listen.
You all heard the sound that stool made when it fell.
Remember, Furman was here in this cell.
He was not down at the end of the block.
Can any of you imagine a man sitting or standing not more than eight feet away who wouldn't have heard the sound that stool made when it fell? If indeed there was anyone there.
In other words, gentleman, is my contention that either the cell block was unattended or the attendant was asleep, or he deliberately ignored the noise because-- well I prefer not to entertain this last assumption since its implications are too close to criminal complicity.
The other possibilities are sufficiently damning to the efficiency and integrity of Mr.
Anderson's police administration.
-Is that on the record, Mr.
Carroll? -It is.
Let Anderson answer it, anyway he can.
Now gentlemen, I would like to point something further out to you.
That's the matter of the time element.
Thurman was booked in to this cell at 1:37 this morning.
He was not admitted to the block, however until 3:40.
-Not back yet, George? -Not yet.
The DA has been yelling for you for an hour, doc.
-Where is he? -He's in there with the press and a couple of his henchmen.
He's been making a political speech for one hour solid.
You'd think that Scott hung Mr.
Furman himself, with his own hands.
-I wish Scott were here.
I'd like to see him.
-Yeah, so do I.
Any minute I'm expecting Carroll to come in here and open fire on me.
After all, I'm the guy that was supposed to be guarding when it happened.
-There you are, doc, I was wondering how long it'd take you to get out your report.
-I've got it here.
There are a lot of things I'd like to check first before I put it through.
-Such as? -Whatever I find will be in the report, Carroll.
-Well it would seem to me to be a perfectly clear case.
Unless you'd like to check with Anderson first.
Of course if Anderson were here on the job it'd be a lot easier for all of us to check with him.
-I don't like that, Carroll.
-Well, neither do I.
Neither I believe do the people of Deerwood going to like it.
-Politics are your racket, Carroll, and up to a point they're not too hard to live with.
But there is a point beyond which they get just plain dirty.
Right now I gotta feeling they're dirty.
-So have I.
You want to keep your skirts clean, Camsley, I suggest you quit stalling on that report and get it through.
-You just love it to read murder wouldn't you? -Was it? -No.
It was suicide.
Motive unknown.
Now see what you can make of that.
There's a copy for your personal files.
This is for the chief.
-Come on over to me office, gentleman.
There may be some rather interesting information out of Philadelphia by now.
Oh, when Anderson comes in you might tell him to phone me.
I'd like to speak to him on the phone at least.
-Yeah.
Yeah, all right, I get it.
Yep.
Well I think that's something you ought to tell yourself.
Yeah.
Well he'll be here in a minute.
I'll have him call you back.
-What was that? -Philadelphia.
Something fishy about this, George.
I don't know what it is but they're all excited.
-Well here's the doc's report.
Scott will want to see it as soon as he comes in.
-Yeah, I certainly will.
What is that, is that the report? -Yeah.
Better call Philly right away chief.
Something's up.
-Get him on the phone, will ya, George? -Sure.
-Find anything? -No, not a thing.
I went over to hotel to see if anybody had registered, but not a soul since last night.
-Carroll's been here for two hours.
He's gonna try to boil us in oil for this one.
-Yeah, he might make it stick too if we don't clean it up.
-Philly on the line, boss.
-OK.
Hello? Yes, this is chief Anderson speaking.
You got my wire about Furman? Yeah.
I see.
What's that? What's that, are you? But are you sure? I see.
OK, very well.
Thanks for calling.
Goodbye.
-What did they say? What's the matter, Scott? -Well, that makes it just a little more binding.
There wasn't any Paul Frank Dunlap murdered in Philly.
They haven't any unsolved murder of the 26th of last months.
They never even heard of Lester Furman.
And the agency that set out that circular doesn't exist, it was a forgery.
-I don't get it.
-It's a very elaborate frame up.
Someone went to a lot of pain.
-I still don't get.
-No, neither do I.
-But if somebody was trying to get him, the suicide angle doesn't make any sense.
-None.
There's a very nasty smell about this.
This is the kind of a smell that the DA likes.
Let me see that report here.
-Sure.
Well that was a tough break, Wally.
You almost had that $15,000 in your mitt.
-Yeah, and lots of way I could of spent it too.
-Well, there's only one thing I know to do.
-Yeah, what? -It's not very pretty but we've got the question Furman's kid.
-Does she know yet? -No, Doris does, but I told her to keep it quiet for a while.
This is a dirty job, Wally, but I'm afraid it's right in your lap.
I want to go out there and get Doris and the youngster and bring 'em back here.
-Should I tell the kid? -No, it might be better to let Doris do it.
-I should be back in about a half hour.
-OK.
-George? -Yeah? -I knew you had a couple of drinks last night, but tell me, what actually did happen? Did you fall asleep? -Yes, I guess I did, chief.
-Well could anybody have gotten past you into that cell block? -Not unless they took the keys out of me pants pocket.
-Well from the time that Wally and I left until he brought you back your coffee, did you have anything to drink? -Yes, one little one.
-Could've it have doped? -I don't see how.
-No, neither do I.
OK, Georgie, never mind, forget about it.
Why would anyone send out a circular like this for a man that isn't wanted? -Chief? -What is it, Joe? -Doc Camsley here to see you.
-OK, send him in.
Excuse me, George.
-Oh, sure.
-Come on in, Ben.
Glad to see you.
-Hello, Scott.
-Sit down.
-Have you gotten my report? -Yeah.
-Do you believe it? -Why certainly, why shouldn't I? -It wasn't accurate.
I covered for you, Scott.
-You did what? You-- what do you mean you covered for me? What are you saying? -Furman didn't hang himself, Scott.
He was murdered.
He was dead before his body was strung up to that pipe.
-Well how was he killed? -A blow, up here under the hair.
He never knew what hit him.
-Do you? -I know pretty much what hit him.
What I'm wondering is who? -Yeah, and so am I.
-Well, uh, Bill did all right, didn't he? Yeah, and a swell press he got.
I got to hand him that.
The verdict is suicide right across the board.
-Yeah.
What time is it? -It's a quarter of 11.
Say, she ought be here by now.
-Yeah, that's what I was thinking.
her train gets in at 10:05.
-Ah, [INAUDIBLE.]
what a dump, she never can tell.
Get your feet out of the way.
Besides the train could've been a half hour late.
-Yeah, but she ain't smart like Bill.
I suppose you know that? -Ah, she's nuts about him, isn't she? That's enough to keep a dame in line for quite some time.
-Yeah, you think that she really thinks he's gonna marry her? That's what I mean.
She's dumb.
-What are you worrying about? That's Bill's problem.
He can handle it without any help from you or me either.
-Yeah.
-Besides the jingle of a half a million bucks, boy that's sweet music to any woman's ear.
-I still say you can't be sure, you know? I'd feel a lot better if she hadn't had that crack up last year.
You know what doc Green says? -No.
-He says got, uh, she's, uh, psychotic.
That's what he said.
-What's that mean? Nuts? -Now look, if you'd improve your mind like me, you know that there ain't no such thing as nuts.
All of us is nuts.
Some more, some less.
-I'm less.
-That is a matter of opinion.
-Whose? -Why will a dame always make it personal? Now look, I'm just trying to carry on a little intellectual conversation.
-You talk to yourself then.
-I am not.
I'm talking to you.
Look, all of us has something.
Some has got neuroses and some has got psychoses.
And psychoses is the worst.
That is unless you know how to handle it, see? But the people what makes the real trouble is what they call the, normals.
-Who says I make trouble? -And who says you're normal? -I do.
-Ah, listen baby, you start getting abnormal right around-- [KNOCKING.]
-Wait, that's Ethel.
-Well let her in.
[KNOCKING.]
-Welcome to our domain.
-Don't stand there, come on in.
-What kept you so long? -Oh, the train was late.
-Did anybody see you coming in? -No, I don't think so.
-Are you sure that that clerk in that New York hotel saw you early this morning? -Yes, I got him to cash a check for me.
-And did you give the doorman a tip like I told ya? -Yeah, a dollar.
-Did you tell him what it was for? -Sure, I said I wanted to get a taxi fast because I had to catch an early train to Deerwood to meet my husband and I missed my train last night.
-OK.
-Where's Bill? -Well, he's laying low.
-I saw the morning paper at the station when I got in.
-Bill did all right.
Didn't he? -Did you ever think he wouldn't? Oh, gosh I'm tired.
I didn't sleep much last night.
-Why not? You weren't getting soft about this Furman again, were ya? -What business is it of yours what I was thinking? Hey look, give me a cigarette, I'm out.
-Sure kid.
-Thanks.
Smoked a whole pack on the train.
Thanks.
Hasn't Bill even called? -Nah, he's got sense.
-Wish I could see him before I got down there.
-Why? -I don't know, I, I'd just like to.
-You're nervous, ain't you? -Yeah, a little.
-Now look kid, you better get over that before you walk in front of those cops.
Come on, how about a drink? -No, but, gee I sure wish I could do this some other way.
-Honey you can't.
Look, this plan's got to look on the level.
First, you were gonna meet him, and then you made a date with him, and then you were gonna go back with him, and that you just kind of accidentally missed the train.
Well, let me tell you something, if they think this date was a phony, you're gonna look pretty sick.
-Yeah, I guess you're right.
I only hope they don't grill me.
I hate the way cops have of asking questions.
-You've got a simple story, stick to it.
-Yeah, all right.
Gee I, I look old, don't I? -You look your age, baby.
And at your age you ain't going to get many more chances.
-No, I suppose that's right.
Well, might as well get it over with.
-Sure.
See ya inside an hour.
-Oh I hope it's a mere night.
-If it won't be, it mustn't be much longer either.
-Yeah, that's right, mustn't be.
Well, wish me luck? -You bet I do, luck, kid.
-Thank you.
-Well, what do you think? -I thinks she's an amateur, that's what I think and I wish she wasn't.
Hey, come on, let's make a drink.
-You said it.
For both of us.
-Why did he do it? He must of had some reason! I don't understand it! I don't understand it! -Neither do we, Mary.
-But he wanted to meet mommy! He wanted her to come back! What isn't she here? -That's what we're trying to find out, Mary.
-You did it.
You killed him! He'd never her like this.
-Oh, there's no sense going on with this now.
Come in.
What is it, Joe? -What do you want her to do, boss? -Come here.
-I better take the kid outside.
-Yeah, wait a minute, will you, Joe? Doris? I wonder if you'd mind waiting outside for a minute, dear, will you? I've got somebody I have to talk to.
I'll call you in just a moment after.
-Of course, dad.
Will you come with me, Marianne? -What difference does it make? -We can wait right inside here.
-OK, Joe, bring her in.
Mrs.
Furman? -Yes.
-Won't you sit down? -Thanks.
How'd it happen? How'd it happen? I don't know, Mrs.
Furman.
But why? Why? We were all set to come back together again.
It's what he wanted for years.
Why'd you throw him in the jail? What had he done? -Don't you know? -No.
-We acted on information that we thought was quite reliable.
-Murder? Oh, that is impossible.
Why, Lester never hurt anyone.
-Including you? -I hurt him much more than he ever hurt me.
Oh, there's something wrong, there must be.
-Perhaps more than you know, Mrs.
Furman.
This circular was faked.
-Faked? Well how? Why? You see, I haven't seen Lester in 10 years.
-He told us that you had asked him to meet you here.
Did you? -Yes, I'd, I'd been a fool for a long time.
I wanted him to take me back.
-Well if it meant so much to you, why didn't you meet him here? Or did you, Mrs.
Furman? -No, you see I, I missed the last train out of New York last night.
I caught the earliest train I could this morning.
And now-- well, he was such a gentle guy.
Why would anyone want-- -Why did anyone what? Coroner's report calls it suicide.
-Well they accused him of murder.
-Did you ever see this picture before, Mrs.
Furman? -No.
Well yeah.
Yes of course I have.
But, gee it's different, something's been done to it.
-That's right, it's been touched up.
-It was taken in Atlantic City before we were married.
-Did you ever have the original of the picture, Mrs.
Furman? -Once yes, but, that was before I left him.
You see, when I cleared out I was fed up by-- I thought I hated him.
I didn't take anything with me to remind me of him.
-I see.
Well your story seems to hold up pretty well, Mrs.
Furman.
I don't see any reason for holding you.
There's only one thing.
When Furman got off the train last night, he wasn't alone.
-What? -No there was someone with him, Mrs.
Furman.
-Who? -Just a minute.
-Someone here I want you to meet.
-Who is it? -Mary? -Yes, this is your daughter, Mrs.
Furman.
-Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Why weren't you here last night? Where were you? -Let me look at you.
Let me look at you.
-If you'd been here this never would've happened.
Why weren't you? -I didn't know, darling.
If I'd known I never have missed that train.
-Come back, mommy.
Please come back.
Dad wanted you too.
He wanted it for so long.
-Oh, I'll come back.
Take her away.
Take her out of here.
-Mommy? -Get her out! -Mommy! -Mary, come along, dear.
Come along.
You're going back to Doris' house.
Go along.
-Why'd you have to drive the kid into it? -Did you miss the train on purpose? -Why didn't he ever tell me I had a kid like that? Gee, I never expected-- -You missed the train on purpose.
-Yes, yes! -Sit down, Mrs.
Furman.
So it wasn't suicide after all, was it? -No.
-It was murder, wasn't it? -Why didn't he ever tell me? Why didn't he tell me? -I know, you've got a perfect alibi.
You were in New York, but you know who did it, don't you, Mrs.
Furman? -Yes.
-Who? -Bill.
-Who's Bill? -I won't tell you.
He'll [INAUDIBLE.]
me, you can't make me tell! -Who's Bill, Mrs.
Furman? -I won't tell you! You'll never make me tell! -Who's Bill, Mrs.
Furman? -I won't! I won't! NARRATOR: And now let's pause for a moment and look at our program again.
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NARRATOR: We return now to, "Two Sharp Knifes.
" -And what time is it now? -6:25, maybe a little later.
Seven hours she's been gone.
-Ah, well maybe small town cops don't ask questions as fast as big city cops.
-Cut it.
-Does it strike you funny that we haven't heard from Bill either? -Yeah.
-You don't suppose they could have blown and left us holding the bag, do you? -I wouldn't put it past either one of them.
[KNOCKING.]
-Hey, that must be Bill.
-Wait.
[KNOCKING.]
-Who is it? -Bill.
You ought to know better than to leave me standing out there in the hall.
-What took you so long? -Give me drink.
I've been to headquarters.
-Yeah, well where's Ethel? What about her? -She's still there.
-Well how she's doing? -I wish I knew.
Thanks.
She's been [INAUDIBLE.]
with the chief since morning.
He wouldn't of kept her there that long, if he hadn't been getting places.
-You mean to tell me you think she's begun to sing? -Yeah, I think she's close to it.
Well the chief sprang Furman's kid on her.
-What? -She's here? -Yeah.
Yeah I had a hunch that kid would cause trouble the minute I laid eyes on her.
-Look, Bill, you haven't told us yet why ya came here.
-I came because I think Scott's getting warm.
-You mean you think we ought to blow, is that it? -And leave a half million dollars lying around? Not exactly.
-What else is there to do? -You mean to tell me that you think this Anderson's getting that warm? Do you? -Yeah.
He's smart, plenty smart.
Yeah, I think he's that warm.
-And who else? -He don't pass much on along when he's on a case.
Besides, he's been along with her most the day.
The only other person they talked to is the DA.
And he won't tell him what time it is.
-Yeah.
Yeah.
It looks to me like we got to take care of one more person, huh? -Yeah.
-Hey don't look at me like I'm this small town cop.
I know what the score is just as well as you do.
I ain't saying I like it.
Scott's a right guy.
-Yes, and sonny, you're in a big time now.
You ain't in high school.
-Now look I can figure percentages just as well as you can.
I know it's got to be done.
That don't mean I gotta to do it.
There's other ways.
-Yeah, but who's in a better spot than you? -Maybe you, maybe Hodges.
-Now wait a minute, we can't get into headquarters as easy as you can.
You know that, Bill.
-Thinks don't always go the way you want 'em too.
They go like they gotta go.
-Yeah, and Scott's gotta go.
And you better commence thinking about when and how because you ain't got much time.
-Maybe I been thinking! One of the things I been thinking is that this might be just as good a spot as any to do the job.
-Here? -Yeah.
Might just be that I can get him to come here, alone.
-Yeah? Well, go on.
-Well, it figures out something like this.
I go back and I walk into Scott's office.
And I say to him-- -Now let me review this, Mrs.
Furman, just to make sure that I've got it straight.
You met this Bill in New York some two months ago.
He was from Detroit, part of policy gang.
-That's right.
-He made quite a play for you, even talked about getting married.
But you couldn't do that because you were still married to Furman.
-That's right.
-So he came up with this idea of getting rid of Furman.
The fact that were going to inherit $500,000 from his will didn't hurt any I gather.
-That's right.
But you weren't there.
You were in New York.
He did the whole job.
-That's right.
-You realize of course that this makes you an accessory before the fact.
You're just as guilty of murder as he is, Mrs.
Furman.
-Yes.
-There's only one way I can help you and that is by you turn this Bill over to us.
-But I can't.
I don't where he is.
-On the other hand, if I let you go he's bound to find you.
I don't know where, or when or how, but he's certainly going to find you.
-Yeah, I suppose he will.
-Well, that's the chance we've got to take then.
A lot depends on you Mrs.
Furman.
They're going to suspect you, and you know that.
And if they ever find out what's gone on in here today they'll get rid of you in five minutes.
You're going to have a tough job convincing them.
And don't underestimate how tough.
-I don't.
-Well, that's about all then I guess.
You can go now if you want to.
-Look, could I, could I see the kid for a minute first? -Now how are you going to explain to her that you're walking out and leaving her alone for the second time? -Yeah, that's right.
Would you take care of her for me? -I'll take care of her, Mrs.
Furman.
-Well I guess that's that.
-George.
-Yeah, chief.
-I'm releasing Mrs.
Furman.
She'll give you all the information you want in case you need her.
Goodbye Mrs.
Furman, thanks.
-Thanks.
-Right over here, Mrs.
Furman.
-Joe.
-Yeah chief? -Where's Wally? -He left about five minutes ago, he's in the locker room.
-Go down and tell him I want to him, will you? Hello, Wally, where have you been? -Oh, just out on the deadbeat, nothing to it.
-Wait until you see the Chronicle tomorrow, you'll think you better start for another job.
-Carroll got us over a barrel, hasn't he? -Well, he thinks he has but I'm not so sure that he has.
That's the reason I want you to come with me now.
This might be quite a break for you Wally.
Just the sort of break that might make you chief of police by public acclaim.
-You're that hot, huh? -It's open and shut.
I've got to go out and get George some instructions.
I'll be right back and pick you up.
-OK.
Hello, Bristol, give me 403.
Hello, [INAUDIBLE.]
, it's Bill.
Look, get packed and ready to blow.
Yeah in a few minutes Anderson and I are going to pay you a little visit.
We'll be alone.
-You all set? -All set.
-OK, let's go.
-How do you suppose Bill got him to come over here? -I don't know, but I said certainly don't like it.
-We should get out of here first and let him do it alone.
-I don't trust him.
I want to see it done right.
[KNOCKING.]
-Hey that's not Bill.
Come in.
-Hello.
Well all packed I see.
-Where did you come from? I thought by this time they'd have you in jail.
-Ha, they didn't have anything on me.
They tried all day to break the alibi, it stood up.
They had to let me go, they had no choice.
-Yeah, well we heard it different.
-What? -We heard you had quite a little trouble.
-What kind of trouble? -That kid for one thing, that cam as quite a surprise.
-Oh, yeah, to me too.
Why sure they tried to be tough at first, but they had nothing to go on, so they let me go.
-Yeah? Well what about the kid? -Well what about him, [INAUDIBLE.]
? -Strange, it you were so in the clear you'd think they'd you bring the kid along with ya.
-I didn't want it.
Who wants a kid.
-Yeah, who wants a kid, particularly if you're going to try to put the finger on some folks for the cops.
-Me? -Yeah, you.
-Why not? Bill's crazy about the kid, he wouldn't of minded if you brought it along, he would've been glad to have it.
-Bill's never seen her, he's never even her of her.
-Oh, no.
He was here, just a little while ago.
His story is quite.
Different.
-Quite different.
-But that's crazy! Well how did Bill ever-- -Sit down you.
-Well all I'm trying to tell ya is-- -We're listening.
-I'm just trying to say-- -What? -You've got it all wrong.
You don't think that-- [KNOCKING.]
-Shut up and you keep her quiet and I'll take care of the rest.
[KNOCKING.]
I came to see Mrs.
Furman.
-Bill! -Shut up.
-Yes, and Bill.
-Well, uh, why don't you come in Anderson.
-Thanks very much.
-We've been waiting to see you.
-Look as though I recognize the entire gang.
There's a couple of you I haven't seen before but it looks like that policy gang that Wally was mixed up in New York a couple of months back.
Well you seem to have me fairly well covered.
What's the idea, a conference or a riot? -Sit down, Anderson.
-Well thanks.
-All right, first thing hot shot.
-I didn't do this.
I didn't! -I know you didn't, Mrs.
Furman, it was Bill, wasn't it? Bill has quite a way with the ladies.
He's going to marry my daughter in a few months.
Or maybe he didn't tell you that? -Bill? -Yes, right after election.
-Shut up! -Now quiet both of you, because you have plenty of time to talk when we're away.
And we ain't got much time.
All right, get to it, hot shot.
Gonna take care of you, palsy.
Put your hands back here, come on.
Now Bills, let's start that little [INAUDIBLE.]
.
[INTERPOSING VOICES.]
-You OK, chief? -Sure, just about time.
OK, Georgie thanks.
I'll take care of it.
Sorry Wally, but while you were loading your gun I was little busy too.
Usually I trust Wally to do this job alone with me but I couldn't trust Bill.
You're under arrest, all of you.
-Now wait a minute, I didn't have any to do with it.
-Don't tell how innocent you are.
A jury will decide that.
-Me too? -You too, Mrs.
Furman, and Bill.
Take 'em away and load 'em up.
-Let's go.
-Now listen, Anderson.
-Shut up.
Shut up I said.
-Mr.
Anderson, my daughter.
-I'll take care of her.
She can have a home with Doris and me just as long as she wants, Mrs.
Furman.
-Ah, you thought about it all along, haven't you? -Yes, I've thought about it.
I've knew about it, all along, long before it ever made sense, Wally.
But I kept hoping that it wasn't true.
I knew that no outsider could get past George proper into that cell block.
It has to be an inside job.
-And a lot of things broke wrong.
-Yeah.
What made you do it, Wally? That policy gang give you an itch for easy money? -That and the fact that I thought we were finished, politically.
I thought that I could outsmart ya.
I thought you were getting old.
-I am getting old.
And I didn't want this job any longer.
But now it looks as though I'm going to have to keep on being a cop.
I've got a couple of more people to support than I counted on.
-I guess I wasn't as smart as I thought I was.
-No, I guess not.
And I'm sorry, too, Wally.
Because you know I always liked you.
-Yeah, I know did.
That's what I was counting on.
-Let's go, Wally.
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NARRATOR: Other's in the cast of, "Two Sharp Knives," were Peggy French, Richard Purdy, Hildy Parks, Robert Emhardt, Seth Arnold, William Lee, Tony Pellerin, Paul Porter, Richard Robbins, Abe Vigoda, Roland Wood, Charles Kuhn, Dick Martin, Frank Marr, John Vivyan, Len Lesser, William Witt, Elmer Lehr, and Judith Rich.
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