The Shadow S2E4 - The Case of the Vanishing Killer!
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Thompson R. Hamlin is a young millionaire, who recently married a wealthy middle-aged widow. But their marrage did not last do to Tommy finding his wife dead. Tommy believes that his late wife did not commit suicide but was murdered! He seeks out Lamont Cranston and begs him to help find the murderer. Unfortuantly for Tommy; he is a man with wealth, but has a drinking problem.
(Cuts in) Don’t blame the driver. It’s my fault. I told him he had to stop you.
I’m sorry. I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I was desperate. I just have to talk to you, Mr. Cranston.
I’ve been calling you every hour for the last two days. And I’ve been cruising around, trying to keep a watch on both your apartment and Miss Lane’s. That’s how I spotted you just now. . . . Look, let’s get down to facts. My name is Tommy Hamlin. . . . Maybe you’ve heard of me.
I know it wasn’t. That’s why you’ve got to help me. Alice was happy. . . . Oh, I know what the columnists said, but just the same, we were happy. When I left town the end of last week, she didn’t have a worry in the world.Huh? Oh yeah, I know it . . . a nightspot run by Hugo Kirk. If you know Kirk, I understand you can do a little gambling in the back.
(Tries to laugh it off) I never drink ordinarily. . . . But this is something of an emergency.
(Gulps it down) Ah-h! (Becoming a bit intoxicated) Now look, Mr. Kirk, I got a little proposition for you. . . . It would be better if nobody knew where Rose and I went that night. Matter of fact, nobody does know except a couple of people. . . .
(Intoxicated) Hey, bartender! . . . where’s the phone booth? . . . Oh, I see it.(Cuts in) He’s not here, is that it? This is his place, and you’re waiting for him. . . . All right, I’ll wait for him too. And when he comes, we’ll have a little talk . . . with this!
(Violently) I’m going to take care of you right here and now! And when Cranston comes in . . . (Breaks off as . . . )
(Cuts in) But you’re not going to get me. (Fading off mike, almost sobbing) You’ll never get me.
Mr. Feeney witness a man leaving the area where Alice Whitehall died. With his amateur detective skills, he informed Tommy about this mysterious man. He then aids Lamont, Margot and Tommy by driving them to the locations they need to get to.
Sure is a nice joi . . . place you got here, Miss Lane. *He was about to a say joint*
Huh? . . . Oh, yeah, sure. Well, this here happened the night Mrs. Hamlin died or was murdered or whatever. I didn’t go to the police because . . . well, I’m kinda an amateur detective, and usually they laugh at me when I give ’em tips. But I figured I should at least tell Mr. Hamlin here. . . .
That’s what he looked like . . . a fellow in the rackets. . . . It was like this, see? I was cruising up Seventy-ninth Street . . . that’s where Mr. Hamlin lives. It was about one o’clock in the morning. . . .And I seen this punk come out of the back of the apartment building. He flags me and staggers into the cab. He’s been drinking. I don’t get a good look at him. . . . His hat’s pulled down, and his coat collar’s up. . . . But I see he’s slept in his clothes and ain’t shaved for a couple of days. . . .
He didn’t know. I took him a half a dozen blocks and let him out. I figured him for a deadbeat, and he was . . . not a cent on him.
Here we are, folks . . . Lusardi’s Restaurant – “Real Italian Cooking.” . . . I’ll wait out here for you. . . .Gee, Mr. Cranston, can it really be? . . . You know . . . the story Tommy told about the Shadow?
Well, where will it be, folks?
Mr. Lusardi is the owner of the Italian Resturant Lursardi's Resturant - "Real Italian Cooking". He gives information about the mysterious man who is the prime suspect of killing Alice Whitehall.
(Off mike) No more a-customer tonight . . . all-a close up. . . .
Look . . . I serva fifty – sixty couple every night. How I gonna to notice one-a man, huh?(Frightened) The police?!
Rose-a? . . . Rose-a? . . . Oh! you mean-a Rose! . . . (Suspiciously) Rose Marcel? . . .Why you no say Rose Marcel when you come in? . . . Rose come-a to Lusardi’s three – four years now. She’s a nice girl . . . good a-customer. . . .
I wait on them . . . myself – Lusardi. . . . He drink whiskey, and she eat. Let’sa see. . . . I serva her first antipasto then minestrone then . . .
Well, abouta your build, I think . . . I don’t know. All I remember, he’s a drunk and looka very dirty.
Rose Marcel is a hostess at the club The Gilded Cage. It has been reported by Mr. Lusardi that she was with the mysterious man at his resturant.
Voice is in the Medium to High Range
(Startled) Mr. Ham . . . ? (Breaks off) What do you want, Mr. Cranston?
(Pauses) I never heard of the place in my life. What’s your racket anyway?
(Cuts in angrily) I don’t know how you slipped in the back here, but slip out the same way!(Angrily) Who do you think you are . . . breaking into a girl’s apartment? . . .
Look, the last time I saw him, he was with you. Why don’t you keep track of your friends?
No! No, it wasn’t me, honest! I’ll tell you all I know about it. . . . Tommy had come into the club once or twice before. This night he was drunk, and he insisted I leave with him. So I took him to Lusardi’s and then home. As we got off the elevator, he handed me his apartment keys and asked me to open the door. I had just opened it when . . . (Breaks off as . . . )
Hugo Kirk is the owner of The Gilded Cage and the Boss of Rose Marcel. He talks with Tommy in regaurding whats happening.
I’m Hugo Kirk. You wanted to see me, I believe. . . .
A pity. You should have tried your luck at our private casino. That room is paying heavily this evening. Here we are. . . .
It’s fortunate I did . . . before any of my men tried to throw you out. I gathered from your appearance you had been drinking for some time. . . .*On the Phone*(Filter) If you’re referring to the discussion we had in this office, I’ll attend to that matter at the earliest possible moment.
(Filter) Mr. Hamlin, I suggest you go home and to bed, and allow me to handle this matter in my own way.
(Filter) You’re drunk, Hamlin. You aren’t able to . . .(Cuts in) There’s plenty of room back here. Get in before I have to use this gun!
You’re a very predictable young man, Mr. Hamlin. So far you’ve done precisely what I thought you would. After you shot Rose, I assumed you’d go to Cranston’s place. That’s why I was waiting outside his apartment just now.
You shot her in the back from the fire escape. I’m sorry you did that, Mr. Hamlin. Rose was very dear to me. Very. . . .
Joe is Kirk's Driver. He was aiding Kirk on attempting to kill Tommy.
Right, boss.
I didn’t, boss. Somebody turned off the ignition.There’s a voice, but I don’t see nobody.
I’m gettin’ out of here. . . .(Groans) *Gets punched in the stomach*
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