From Hollywood. It's timed off Red mud O'Brien has Johnny Dolla, Mickey McQueen,
Ny, how are you, Mickey All? I try to phone you
a couple of times, but I never reached you. And I'm out about
and I heard about your promotion to sergeant. Make a nice going. He
isn't good. They're taking my meat away from me and putting me behind the
desk. I've got to talk to a friend about it when you be home
tonight. You really sound worried, Mickey. Watch it. There'll be murdered
before it's finished. My mind's made up. I want to talk to you
about it. Sure, Mickey, I'll be here anytime you want to come
up edmtd'brien and a transcribed adventure of the Man with the Action Packed Expense account
America's Bad Buila's freelance insurance investigator, Yours Truly, Johnny Dalla Expense accounts submitted
by Special Investigator Johnny Dodalla to whom it may concern, Hartford Police Headquarters,
Hertford, Connecticut. I don't expect you to honor this statement, but since
the reports to my regular employers go in on these forms, the following is
an accounting of my expenditures during my personal investigation of the Mickey McQueen back.
You may wonder how I got mixed up in it. Well, it's been
my privilege to have worked a number of cases with Mickey McQueen here in Hartford,
and through the years a friendship developed between us. So when he phoned
Tuesday night say he wanted to talk to me, I was glad to ask
him up. But when it got to be one thirty in the morning and
he still hadn't arrived, I wasn't so glad. He arrived at two.
I'm sorry, I'm late, Johnny, Well help you up. I was
about to drop off. I had to say, Johnny, you're in uniform.
McKey, what about your beat and my beat? Wantless? Wait,
after twenty years of walking it from dark to dawn, checking its doors,
and passing the time of night with its people drunk and sober, too late
for drink, Mickey, I got your brand some Irish. Yes, that
was good of it. I I've been a good policeman, Johnny. I
can say that without sounding like I'm stuck on myself, can't. I know,
I've never heard anybody else say anything else. Making, and I've got
more friends to make credit than I have arrests. I'll say that, but
I've got a quiet beat. I think they're a quieter beats in town.
Maybe you're lucky he is to it all right, but be careful what it
is. There's mercury being done and planned right this minute, Johnny, and
then that could stop it. Don't have the heart right or wrong? What
are you talking about? I know what I'm talking about. Are you feeling
all right? Feeling all right and as healthy as I was yesterday? And
I know I didn't see you yesterday. He had to take in my job,
putting me behind the desk, the grating inn for a man that's been
active for twenty years. After twenty years in your feet, you should take
a rest. You've earned one. The very words of the commission chunning.
But Johnny yaid Mickey, never mind. The devil takes them all. I've
used up enough a year time. Wait a minute, you came over to
talk about something more than your new job. What's this stuff about murder being
planned and being done? I shouldn't have said it. I wish you'd forget
it. What's the matter with you? You know me? Well enough to
tell me. You know me well enough to know I'll keep any confidence you
want me to keep if you're a good friend. Chunny. Maybe that's why
I've changed my mind about telling you. And then why did you come over?
Because I thought I was going to talk to you, but I'm not
now all right at job which you're acting like a kid if you don't have
anything to say to me. It is after two and I have a job
in the morning. Tell right, Johnny, I'm sorry. I brother you,
you'll say good night. I didn't sleep very well for the rest of
the night, and sort of a half dozed. Parts of Mickey's conversation kept
coming back to me, and the more sleep I lost over it, the
more I wished I had been less grumpy and more sympathetic. There wasn't a
job for me the next day, and right afternoon I decided to pop by
his apartment and find out his mood. When he was off duty. Mickey's
apartment occupied the ground floor of a narrow, gray rowhouse not far from mind.
I was a narrow woman crying Somewhere inside. I smelled domestic trouble,
but I pushed the buzzer anyway, thought you. I'm Johnny Dollar, a
friend of mister McQueen's. Oh, yeah, Johnny dollars. He said to
phone you if I ever needed se in there. She pointed in the direction
of a door smaller than the outside door, the door to either a bathroom
or a closet. It was a closet. The clothes were bunched at one
end of the rod and from the other. Still in uniform, his own
polished leather belt drawn tightly around his neck, hung Mickey McQueen. I walked
back into the lace curtained living room. The woman who had let me in
was in the middle thirties. She wore too much makeup, and her white
blonde hair was anything but natural. She had stopped crying, and she acted
as if she were waiting for me to start something. Well, what about
it? You explain yourself? Or do I get three guesses? Never mind
that, look, I only live here. Oh I didn't know Mickey had
a wife. Oh maybe he was ashamed of me. My name's Filma.
I'm sorry, Emma. You're an old friend of Mickey's. Yeah, but
he never told me about you. Had you seen him lately? Yeah?
Last night? First he phoned me, then he came by to talk to
me. What did he say? I'm not sure. He was pretty handy
with double talk. Maybe I was supposed to understand it, but I didn't.
What was it about got his job change he was making, and something
about murders being planned and done and nobody doing anything to stop them. And
he didn't tell you what? But I was leaving him. He's never mentioned
you. Why were you leaving him? Well, because it was all wrong.
I never should have married him in the first place. Oh, I
did you because he was the kindest, most wonderful man and ever lived.
Does that answer your question? Not quite? Is that more? Did you
know his first wife? Yeah, well then I guess you know. He
took her death pretty hot. He'd been married ten years. I met him
after she died. He was lonely and so was I. Oh, he
was pretty wonderful to me. I thought I could help him. It wasn't
because of him I was leaving. It was me. But I never thought
he'd do this. I don't think he did. What do you mean I
think he was murdered? Why when did you find him? Oh? I
came home about a half hour before you got here. I found the police
not yet. I didn't know what to do. Where'd you ben? I
doodya? I was leaving him. I've been living in a hotel. Does
it matter? Why'd you come back just to get some things I'd live?
Why he asked me these things? Oh, it's murdered. There's bound to
be a lot of questions. I don't think it was. Everybody loved him,
He didn't have an enemy in the world. Why would anybody want to
kill a man like? Make him a queen. The rest of the day
I tried to talk myself into leaving the matter in the hands of the police
where it belonged, but I couldn't do it. That night, I started
making the rounds at Mickey's beat. I talked to a corner magazine vender who
had sold him a mystery, a woman and a cigar store who had talked
with him, and a cabby who had borrowed five bucks from him. None
of them gave me anything helpful. My next stop was the Cedric Hotel,
where I looked up the house detective Ned Martin. Oh, poor old Mickey,
I'll miss him, so will I Did you see him last night?
Yeah? He dropped in. He always did once or twice a night just
to shoot the breeze. You know why'd he do it? Did he leave
a noteer in it? I think he was murdered? What makes you say
that? Came over to see me about two thirty this morning, there was
something on his mind. Wanted to talk about it, but he wouldn't.
That figures. What do you mean? I noticed something about him last night?
He was below I asked him what was the matter? He said it
was because it was his last night and his beat. He was supposed to
check in it new job today. But that didn't sound right to me.
Do you know I had a wife? Yeah, I heard about it,
and I hounded him will He showed me a picture of it bleatsplund and she
looks at it. I didn't want to embarrass him by asking that I wanted
about her. What makes you think it was murdered? Don do you think
Mickey was the type to kill himself? Well? No, but how can
you tell? I guess you can't. All you can do is try to
find out. Well, if you don't have anything more, I'll be on
my way. Oh wait a minute, huh. I guess it was a
dirty trick, and I wish I hadn't done it, but I snooped that
marriage. I found out who she was. Her name was Thelma Weaver.
She did a couple of years at Jelliot. But did you get that things
like that don't stay hidden. I drop it. If I were you,
I really would. Why are you hold at me your own? Good Johnny,
I'll shake it out of you if I have to. Okay, Hero,
you know Fred Cool the Calcutta Club over in bartlet I know I've and
he's a police informer. Isn't he a part time If he won't take my
advice and forget it, go talk to him and don't tell him who sent
you. What do you want? I want to talk to you about Mickey
McQueen. Do you have an office you're a cop, tol only a private
one. I was a friend of Mickey's. Oh sure, Ry, Yeah,
I'm in my office for a little while. If there's any trouble,
buzz me, Robert, come on this way. I got quite a crowd
tonight, Fred, Sure. Sometimes I get a lot of out of town
trade. Did you see Mickey last night? No? I didn't. I
get along fine with Mickey. He won't take any payoff, but he don't
push me around. How is he You know his wife? His why?
I didn't even know he was married. Her name was Thelma Weaver. Before
Mickey married, she did some time in Jolliet. Why do you bother me
with this? I got work to do. You knew Mickey was dead?
No, I didn't know that. I don't see how it would be enough.
But it struck me that if somebody knew he was married to an ex
khan, they might try to use the information. I suppose you're right,
yeah, right, Fred, I think you'd better come out and parton.
Yes, I think soon be right out. Pardon me, dollar, little
trouble outside wait here, I'll come right back, all right. I waited,
and while I did, I took a quick look around the office for
another way out in case I might need it. There wasn't any unless the
steel door in one of the walls. Was it? But before I could
try it, the other door opening. I wasn't expecting Fred Coo to return
so quickly and a night I was I expecting. Who did come in?
I uh didn't expect to find Juli and mister Dolla. Likewise, Missus McQueen.
I was looking for mister Coole. What for hh? I thought I
might help if I could. Mickey kept notebook, see where he wrote down
all the places he stopped when he made his rounds. This place was one
of them. I thought, if I could talk to this mister cool.
Did you know fred Kooh, I know you know anybody named Weaver Fellma Weaver.
All right, mister, that's enough. Reach, don't be crazy?
What good were that? Though? Here we are. We'll try anything.
I really mean it. She looked like she really meant it. It was
a small revolver or cold twenty five. I didn't know whether she had come
in meaning to use it on Fretz Coo or me, but it didn't make
much difference. At the moment she had it pointed at my midsection. I
couldn't figure her. She held a little revolver as if she was used to
the feel of it, for there had been something actressy about the way she
said Reach. I couldn't figure her, but I decided not to take a
chance. I grabbed up the inkwell from the desk and threw not it but
the contents at her. Hey, okay, drop it, drop it,
drop it, I said, all right, what do you want it?
Depends on what you want. I told you I want to find out who
killed Mickey at the apartment earlier today, you didn't think anybody had What about
it? All right, Johnny? How much do you know that your name
was? Tell my Weaver that you spent two years in joy Y. That's
right, that's right. And after two years in that place, I didn't
want to go back to the life and start all over again. I gave
the bunch of Chicago to slip and came here. I was hanging around,
trying to pick up enough to pay my way to Flowerda or someplace. And
that's how I met Mickey. He arrested me vagrancy. What a laugh he
showed and caught the next morning and got me released in his custody. Oh,
he treated me like a daughter. He'll loan me some money, offered
to get me a job. And I really felt for the first time like
I could start life all over again. Who I know, it sounds corny,
but but good. You make it sound real good. You don't believe
me, do you? Sure? I believe you as far as you've gone.
I even believe that part about start a new life. You saw that
Mickey had a heart as big as the city, and you didn't lose any
time moving into it. That was smart. It was about the safest hiding
place you could have found for you, but not for Mickey. How did
I know about Fred Kooh? Somebody spotted me and told him, and he
didn't waste any time. Get in touch with Chicago. Those men out there,
they off from Chicago, well most of them. Did you spot the
tall one. He talks with an English accent, And I remember him,
Roy, that's him. He came first. He checked the possibilities on Mickey's
being. Then he found out about Mickey being moved over to a new job.
Where was he being moved some desk job? Where at the police?
Arsenal? Y Arsenal? How did Roy find that out? I told him
I had some He made me tell him. What are Roy's plans? Do
you know? Yeah? The Markup building, the one that has all the
wholesale Jews. Nah, that's no good. Mickey was supposed to help them
with a job of that size, or they'd reveal it he is married to
an ex khan. That it's not enough. They must have more than that
on you were him right, might as well tell you can't hurt you now
anymore than I've been hurting. His name is the Weaver. I'm married to
him. He threatened to bring biggermy charges and less Mickey helped him. That
would do it, but you're a record. Bigger may would be a long
stretch. Yeah, five years. Mickey would do almost anything rather than cause
me to Who killed him? Roy did? I didn't there? I swear
I wasn't. But they met him after he got through work at five thirty
this morning. Why did they kill him? Mickey was all ready for his
new job, and he had the keys to the arsenal. Is your gun
if you're on the lovely may need it? And the caliber is too small
to do me? And he goes, what are you gonna do? I'm
going to the police. Why don't choose the phone? We'll be tapped and
it would take too long to explain it. A bunch of being here before
I got started. I wouldn't tried it if I were you. Oh,
I where are you going? Dollar? I'm going home. I was waiting
for Fred Cole, but I guess he decided not to bother. Fred had
believed did missus Weaver entertain you with her sordid story. Yeah, it was
very pleasant, the charming girl. You were going home to think about it?
Well, if you don't mind, get out of my way, Paul,
I'm afraid I do mine. I couldn't chance having Fred interrupted at the
arsenal. Get out of my ware? What are you going? Come on?
Come on, that's fine, Carl. Now shall we go back to
the office and wait? Bring him along, Carl? So pity who became
involved in this dollar. I'd hope there wouldn't have to be any more violence.
You did him? Yes, thanks for the buzz, darling. Oh
it was a pleasure. Look what the sculp did to my dress? Did
Fred get started? All? He's well on his way to be back within
the hour. And mister Weaver, what do we do with this guy?
Keep him out of the way, Put him in there and see that he
stays quiet? Cool? How you turn around? At least I found out
what was behind the steel door I've noticed earlier and leavening. When my eyes
open and I got accustomed to the light from a single dust covered bulb,
I realized that I was in a sort of wine cellar. There some bottles,
but most of the storage place was taken up by a lodge and buried
assortment of burglars tools. There were a few weapons too, but I knew
they were nothing compared to what Fred would bring back at the rate on the
arsenal was successful. I glanced at my watch at eleven fifteen, and right
after that heard the heavy latch on the door being turned. I got back
into my pin on the floor, close my eyes and listen. Don't forget
the bars cars, you'll need them for the inside doors. I gotcha,
Adventure, you take keys, I'll bring the rest. You want a gungs
and then we won't need them. We want need them. Crocker, Yeah,
listen closely. Now we're behind schedule. Both cars are and back in
the buick. You'll find the things from the arsenal. Yeah, I want
you to move half of them over into the Cadillac. What about the grenades,
Boy, they're in the case. Mark cn DM Irritant gas six.
Opened the case and put half in the buick. The most important is the
cord had powdered for the vaults. There are two boxes. Put one in
the trunk of each car. Right, be careful, very touchy stuff.
Yeah, I know I've heard it before, all right, get along in
and hurry now. Fred will be in charge of one car. I'll be
in the other. Well agreed that we will meet at the north entrance at
quarter past midnight. Built to approach the building from the east and Lincoln.
You will have dropped two men to guard the south entrance to a My men
will subdue the north better. They'll spring you along in a big hurry.
You can trust me. They'll use Thompson's dumber. Where are you going?
You'll be snoopy. You're coming with us? Oh, if you want me
to. I don't need you, but I don't think I should feel safe
without you with me. Don't be loving. I think everything is ready from
me here me good, Go to the cars. Then, Carl, what
about the shamers? Did oh lock it up again? We will decide what
to do when we come back. Guess he can't cause no harm in them.
I tried to force the door that time, using one of the bars
they left behind, but I couldn't do anything with it. Then I started
cooking the cement walls. I knew better than to expect to find any other
exit. But with the biggest burglary and the history of heart but underway,
I had to do something. I kept a check on the time, and
there was twenty minutes before they were due to arrive at the Marcott Building when
a sound stopped me. The steel door was being opened. I moved behind
it, still holding my bar Dalla dollard. It's ned Mark m be in
here, Yeah, might be I'm here? How did you know I was
here? Some dame told the hotel She told me you were here. What
happened? Why should she call you? How should I know? I don't
even know who it was? Just said she knew you came to the hotel,
that you were locked up in here. I mentioned the cow cut her
to you. So I came over to see what it was all about it?
And what's the matter. Don't you believe me? I don't know what
to believe. You said you were holding something out on me. When I
talked to you, I was. I knew Fred Coo was selling the information
about Mickey's wife. There's some guns from Chicago. I knew I could have
led to trouble. Why didn't you tell me? You said it was for
my own good? I thought it was mine too. I didn't want you
to know so much. You'd have to tell where you learned it to prove
how smart you were. I don't like this kind of stuff. You got
a car, yeah, but it stays right where it's parked. Did you
tell me what's going on? The Chicago bunch raided the police arsenal. They're
armed with everything from cordite to Tommy guns. They're going into the Marcott Building
in less than twenty minutes. What's that wholesale jewelers? Would you take me
out there? I'll take your part way. If you're crazy enough to want
to go, that's good enough. Let's get into the office. It's dead.
Who'd you want the police? Yeah, we could stop on the way.
It'll take us fifteen minutes to get to the Marcott building. We run
into a patrol car and the way, we'll stop it. If we don't,
you can drop me and then phone in where's your car? At the
speed we traveled, we should have at least picked up a traffic top.
If we didn't, Martin wouldn't take me any closer than the corner of Atlantic
and Milton, and we stare at twelve minutes after twelve. It gave me
two minutes to get to the Marcott Building. I didn't make it before they
arrived, but it didn't make any differ. Both concerts pulled up and were
unloading man from a doorway. About fifty yards down. I spotted Fred Cooh
and Roy Weaver. Then I saw Filman. She got out of the buick
and started toward me. Where are you going? WEAVERA shouted at her,
but she didn't answer. Instead, she stopped, and I saw the little
gun glitter in her hand as she turned back to them. Then I saw
what she was aiming, at the trunk of the buer, where the cord
i powder was powered up in a blast of powder and gasoline. And she
moved back toward the other and that was it. Telma Weava McQueen, as
the department knows, was Joey at emergency hospital. None of them I've got
out of line, except Roy Weaver, who lived long enough to sign a
confession to make McQueen's murder. I want you to know that I may have
lost a good friend, but you have lost a better policeman. I hope
to see those early news accounts that call them a suicide. Corrected expense account
total no dollars and no cents. Yours, truly, Johnny Dollar Yours Truly
Johnny Dollar stars Edmond O'Brien in the title role and is written by Gil Dodd
with music by Wilbur Hatch. Edmund O'Brien's latest picture is the Paramount Pictures production
The Redhead and the Cowboy, featured in Delight's cast for Bill Conrad, Martha
Wentworth, Herb Butterfield, Jack Moyles, and Ray Hartman. Yours Truly,
Johnny Doller was transcribed in Hollywood by him del Vai. This is tick cutting
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