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right, well, we're gonna get into today's episode of Johnny Madero. This
one is commonly called Pete Sutro. I like another one of the name of
the show, but we'll talk about that when we get back. Let's go
ahead and listen to Pete Sutro. Yeah, I'm Johnny Madero, Peer twenty
three. You know, the only time San Francisco really gets hot is when
a tourist calls it Frisco, and then it gets warm enough to give a
slay dog a Southern accent. Down around the water front. They don't care
so much for a buck. You can insult anybody, but show the magi.
The piers stretch out like a big yawn from south of a ferry building
clear to the China docks. You pushed over on one side so you won't
notice. About the same spot you'll find dusk in a bride's parmer. You'll
find peer twenty three. From there, it's a short skip to Johnny Madero's
boat shop. My face the sign outside looks honest, but down here the
only sign people pay any attention to his rigor mortis. I rent boats and
do anything else you can blame on your environment. It works out all right.
It's pretty soon where it gets around. You got a reputation that doesn't
pay to argue, because even if you're leveling, you make as much headway
as a whistler with a split lip. I found that out last Wednesday afternoon.
I was looking out the window watching the tide come in, when somebody
in back of me cough. When I turned Nat Friendly was standing there in
the office. He didn't say anything for a minute, and you notice designs
were as soft as the inside of a woman's arm. I had one of
those far away looks you couldn't follow with a road map, and then I
saw the rest of him. He wasn't flabby, but he was on the
way, and you got the idea. He was an ex fighter who settled
down on the restaurant. I uh, I got the right place, haven't
I. If a woman screams, you haven't, what's on your mind?
That's a good question, thedell, that's a good question, and that's what
I want you to find out, blood fellow. Maybe I don't even want
to be friendly. What's on your mind? I don't know, Madeo,
I don't know. All right, you convinced me. Now back out of
here. We'll both be in the dark. One Wait a minute, Madeo,
listen to me. My name is Nat Finley, My wife and I
live up the knob Hill, and i've been retired for a while. Seeing
I don't but go ahead, Well, you gotta help me, Madeo.
I'll pay you fifty bucks a day to help me. That that price,
it won't be helped. I want you to find someone for me, but
I don't know who or why yet we're back to that again. Huh Oh,
listen to me. Lately, a name has been ringing in my ears,
just a name, Pete Sucho, Pete sucho, over and over again,
so you read it somewhere. I don't know where I picked it up.
For the last week, the name Pete Sucho has been on my mind.
It's a nightmare. You gotta do something about me. Now, change
your diet. That might help. I want you to find Pete Sutro,
find out who he is, whoever he is, why he's bothering me.
If you do well, I'll give you a two hundred dollars bonus. Look,
Binley, is this a job or a career? There must be a
dozen suitos from here to Jersey City maybe, But the Pete Sutro I want
lives right here in this town. He's got to there's a law listened to
me man or last night I kept hearing the name Suto yet only this time
there was an address too. It was care of General Delivery, San Francisco.
So he's got to be somewhere in this town. Why don't you check
the phone book I have in the city directory too, But so far I
haven't been able to locate him. Then I will huh. Well, if
you don't, you're still getting fifty bucks a day. What are you worried
about that fifty bucks a day? It might turn out to be a dream
too. You better's some advanced money, sure Madell brought a check along,
Gustin Chase will one hundred dollars covey of doubts. Yeah, if the bank
can cover your check. If they can't, you don't have to do the
job. That's fair enough. Will you start looking right away? Yeah,
but you gotta be careful, my daro. My wife's never to know about
this. Understand why, because well, she doesn't like the idea. She
thinks I'm a little crazy looking for a name like this. She hates me.
I think she thinks I'm crazy. Don't worry about her, Findley until
she starts mixing your night caps for fifty bunch a day. I'll change anybody's
dream because of that kind of dough. You're rich enough to run down a
couple of your own. When Finley left, I called the bank and found
out his check at solid banking. So I went down to Lofties and I
put out some feelers on Pete Sutro. It didn't take long before one of
the boys came up with the lead. A couple of other people were looking
for Sucto too. One was a guy named Marty Keane. You know there
was a torch sing named Evelyn Day. The word was that Sutro and Evelyn
used to trade max notes in Detroit. But I phoned the Jade Club where
Evylin was working, but she wasn't due for an hour. So I decided
to give Marty Kane first try. He was living in a motel out in
the Marina, so I went on. There was a sign outside that said
modern cabins, but you knew Abe Lincoln did better in Illinois. The cabins
were the size of an upper berth with an Uphols startup punchboard. I didn't
leave much privacy. You had more chance of keeping a secret from Matta Harry.
I asked the manager where Kane's place was, and he pointed to the
end cabin. I went over, knocked on the door. Kane opened it
and glared. His eyes were the color of Saturday night on a week old
jag. And he was so chunky you figured he'd be harder to move than
a nice box through a basement window. Oh you, my name's Madero,
Johnny Madero. Don't rhyme with anything. What are you looking for? A
guy named Pete Sutro. I hear you got the same idea, So your
gut is I'll invite you in. Well, I can't send you down.
That's what everybody says about this gun. Let's sit down and you get me
nervous. Put the way the gun and we'll both be calm. Huh after
you'd tell me what said all about, supstraw. I'm tracking down a dreamer
yours a client's you sound anxious? What's your pitch? Oh wild one?
Just say he owes me some throwing. I need it bad. Now,
you got the muscles taken laundry. I'll put you through the ring of first.
I wanna lead on sutral Yeah, we both do. But I'm not
going down on my knee. Get up, my zarrow. I don't wanna
make a liar out of you again. You're tough king. I'll bet you
got your dander scared stiff. Yeah, I'll start on yours. Now.
What soups are to you? Fifty bucks a day? A guy named Nat
Finley hired me to track him down. Does that make you happy? No,
just ambitious. It was Nat Friendley. He came in and paid me
to find Sutro. He said the name was giving him nightmares. It sounds
like a bedtime story, madarol. Well, if you don't like a jazzet
up, it's the truth. I read the wrong papers. Give me another
version, all right. If you don't believe me, you can't make up
your own. Here's Findley's check. Can you read? If you will help
me with the big words? Give it here? That friendly? Eh,
that friendly you weren't lying, looks like a good check. I'll take a
chance. I'll cash it for you. It's given me IDs huh, yeah,
first, once about you. Here's your dormeadda not get out? Get
out quick? Oh, you're too good to me. King suppose the check
bounces, it won't my dearer because I ain't gonna cash it. Oh,
I couldn't figure it. Came, looked at the chick and smile like a
guy who had just learned all about the atom bomb. I walked out.
The only thing I knew for sure was the demand for Pete Sutter was big
enough to start a business boom. I headed back to my apartment to see
how much lift I could bring down with a nice bag and a little pressure.
When I got there, the door was open and the light was on.
Inside things looked even brighter. A brunette was draped over the cotch,
like she paid the first installment on it. It was about twenty five with
a pair of legs. It would have made a silk worm turnover and write
a fan letter. She wore a tan business suit, and the way it
was rumpled up, you knew office hours were over. When she saw me,
she began to vibrate like an alarm clock at six in the morning.
Good evening, I would argue, but you got the wrong room. Well
I read I don't know you that well, huh, you'll catch up with
the crowd. My name is Sheila. I'm not Simley's wife. He should
be somebody's wife. It gets down on the risk. I wanna talk to
you. Boy ahead, I'll try not to stare. Let's have a drink
for it's mister Madaro. Maybe it will cloud your vision. Yeah, and
the issue too. Huh mm, you sir, You are strong stuff,
mister Madero. Soda. I'm all charged up now, lady, what's on
your mind? I have a problem. Maybe you can help me. Maybe
it's too late. I'm listening. It's about my husband, Matt. He
tries, but we can't hide much from me. Now that you have the
same trouble. Look, lady, you're working too hard for a sale.
If you've got a point, make it all right, mister Madaro, we'll
skip the intermission. My husband saw you the night and sold you a wild
story. Yeah, but it paid off so far. I'm not complaining,
but I am. I want you to drop the whole silly job and that
gave you. You're not building a case. Fifty bucks a day buys a
lot of hangover. Lady. You don't understand, mister Madaro. My husband
is a sick man. Yeah, I know. He can't sleep at nights.
He has a large imagination, and worse lately, he dreams up things
sometimes I think sometimes I think he's a little crazy. Maybe it's a hobby.
He can afford it. There are some things even he can't afford.
Yeah, like finding Pete Suchol. That's right, mister Madaro. There is
no such man. Mm. A guy named Marty Kane will give you odds.
Who did you say, Marty Kane? He cashed in your husband's check.
You know, no, No, I never heard of him. You
don't sound so sure. Marty was talking about sutra alright, mister Madaro,
I'm talking about something else now, money. So far you're whispering, shouting,
mister Madaro, five hundred bucks worth. I'll give you five hundred dollars
to drop the job and forget everything. Mm alright, baby, you twisted
my arm. You will you won't let me down, mister Madaro. Man
if I do, it'll be nice and easy. Only had the kind of
a wife you mate with a panther, she picked up her purse and peeled
off five hundred fish. She wasn't talking anymore, and when she swayed out,
she wondered how much night practice she'd given that rumba. Well, I
was all washed up with the finlies and felt good already, so did the
dough. I felt like a guy whose name was just picked in a chain
letter. My mind was free for the better things of life. So I
called up a girl out on Van ass and told her to meet me at
the Regent Bowling Alley. I got there before she did, so I started
warming up the alley. A few minutes later, it got a lot warmer
because Inspector Warchick of San Francisco Homicide began spoiling my game. Oh it was
a nice track. You're in the wrong kind of alley, Warchick, what
do you want some pointers? You got time? No, I can see
how you hold a bowling ball, and I'll show me how you hold a
gun. I'll right, Warchick, what's on your mind? I was on
Mardi Kanes a guy named Pete Sutro. He owed Knes some money and you
paid off. I paid him a visit. We had something in common,
and you must have bought him to the pain. Couldn't quite stand a couple
of slugs in his forehead, so he quick, Well, what do you
want me to do? Warchick, bak the news to his wife. Just
tell me about the argument you had? Was a monologue. Came wanted to
know where Sutra was hiding. I only knew one answer, so he did
all the time. Oh, you should have said, please, it's not
polite to want to roupt the guy with a gun rock, Warchick, what
makes me the blue plate special? The motel manager, he said, you
go into Cane's room, and then he heard a struggle, and later on
he heard a shot. Did he hear who won? The fourth listened copper?
A guy named Net Finley hired me to find out who Pete Sutro was
my name, was playing tagging his brain all week, and he wanted to
know, why does that sound like a story? Check with Finley. He's
the guy who made it up. What if he lets you down and work
on his wife. She's not bad looking. She paid me to drop Finley's
account. I'll check that your I know. In the meantime, I want
to line you up while you're making your rounds. Look up a gown named
Devil and Day. She knew Suto too. Go ahead, run the police
force, tell me what to ask Forget a war chick, you're not the
type. Wartchick stood there for a second, wiping his teeth with his tongue.
If he'd done it on the said, it would have been a contract
job. And then one of the bowlers, in a tight pair of slacks,
brushed up against him and went out. He looked at me once more
and headed after her. Thought. I didn't feel much like bowling either,
so I left the note at the desk for the girlfriend and started out.
I know I was in trouble some days. It's tired of the duck trouble.
In a handful of pebbles, no, I told myself I didn't kill
Kane, but that was like trying to fight a fire with an andy's smoke
law. The big question was Pete Sutro. Who was he? There were
other questions. I quite did the Fendly dame buy me off? Why did
her husband want Sutro in the first place? No, there were no answers,
and I felt about as safe as an alligator walking through a handbag.
Fact me. So I looked up the only good guy I know, a
waterfront priest named Father Lady. I found him in his room and flipping through
a couple of raffle books. Hello, Johnny, just in time to buy
a ticket. The boy's club is rattling off an electric toaster. I'm already
a little burn, father. I'm in a spot, Johnny. The boys
gave me a quoter to Phil. I got stuck at a banker's luncheon all
afternoon. You know what they're like on risk? Yeah? Yeah, I've
got to sell some tickets. All right, I'll buy a couple, but
I need your help. I'm in trouble. You'd better buy five at a
time like this. Both of us can afford to be generous. What kind
of trouble this won't take long. Father, You always say that, but
it adds up. You don't realize it, But I lose whole weekends that
way. Will you please listen? Father, war Check wants to pin me
down on a murder. You've got the weight. Who's dead? A guy
named Mary King. I saw him a couple of hours ago, and he
was still alive when I left. Can you prove it? That's gonna be
tough. The clerk at the motel saw me go into Kene's room just before
he got tumbled. So far, you don't have a way out? Why
not plead insanity? I would, but I'm afraid of the competition. What
do you mean? A muddled up guy named Nat Finley hired me to chase
down the name Pete Sutro, who claimed the name was haunting him. I
know how he feels, Johnny. I don't think the bishop likes me either.
My only lead was Marty King. He seemed to want Sukra worse than
I did. Sutro is certainly popular for a dream, you think you'll have
a materialize. I don't know, but I don't think Marty King was killed
over a dream. If he was, it must have been quite a nightmare.
Did you look up your client again? I didn't have the time.
His wife paid me to drop the whole job. She said Finley was a
harmless duck with a pail full of wild ideas. Does the husband feel the
same way about his wife? Do you want gossip? Father? Do you
want to help me? That's an unfair question, Johnny. Either way,
I'm embarrassed. Please, Father, Will you check up on a few people
for me? Yes? Yes, look up Kane's friends, and if you
run out of those, try his enemies. Find out who might have had
an urge to kill him when you it's a tall order, Johnny, or
maybe a lot of people involved. I can use'em all, father,
I know, But can they all use an electric toaster? When I left,
Father, lighty, I know, I still had one base to tag.
It was Sutro's ex flame, a doll named EVILN day, I drove
out of Eddie Street and my park near the Jade Club. Well it's not
a bad place, but on a slow night even the whinos are afraid to
go in. Inside it was dark enough to hide the decimal point on a
check and over by the bar that was the piano playing music that nobody was
listening to the Evelyn came on and right off he started hunting for the nearest
fire exit. She had red hair about this side of ninety eight degrees,
and she wore a black evening gown that held up by one strap in a
prayer. She was a kind of a girl. Loo could wear a mother
hubbed and make it look like an anglogee, and when she sang, it
came out low enough to strike oil. After she was through, I asked
the bartender to give her a message. She walked over to me, and
she wasn't happy one way or the other. Are you the man who wanted
me one of'em? Be a revelyin? Huh? Yeah? What let
lead to a crisis if you don't sit on all right? You've got me
interested. Now what's on your mind that we can talk about. My name's
Madero. Now let's start with a friend named Pete Sutro, that's Continure.
What do you want to know about him? Where is he? Are you
have a coppo? You pay for the ride? M set. I need
too many of'em. Baby. I'm way out ahead in the murder derby,
and I'll pitch homicide anybody I can get them. What do you want
Sutra for? I think he shot Marty King. Someone should have. But
you're betting on the wrong whose your prejudice. Sutro was your boyfriend, that's
right. He was my boyfriend, but I haven't seen him lately. All
right, then, what was the last thing you did with me? I'll
read my diary to you some day. Now, Look, baby, you
got a choice. I'm gonna rough you up, or let the pros do
it. Let go of my armadaro, or I'll call it bounce Paul Sutro
and I'll start talking before I bruise you up. Good, go down the
daro. You're out of my weight class. Yeah, I'll tell you what
you want to know. Should I take notes or is this gonna be quick?
I don't know. Depends on how sentimental I get. That's all right,
I gotta handkerchief, Okay, I'll tell you. I used to be
Pete Sutro's girl in Detroit. Then one day he skipped out and left me
hanging on the vine. Don't worry, baby, you haven't wear it yet.
I started looking for him and started King White King. He and Pete
had a deal together. Pete ran out with all the dough. Your boy
should have run for Congress. He's got a nice record. What kind of
a deal did he have with King? I don't remember all of a sudden,
huh. I'm shy when it comes to changes. Let's just end it
by saying Pete disappears. Let's say you're dummying up. I love Pete and
I wouldn't want anything to happen to him. If you carry a picture with
that torch, baby, sure, I want to see. Here's a snapshot
of Pete in my locket. Do you know him? Not this season?
Though? I want him back. He was a good guy. Yeah,
your boy worked up a lot of people. He made number one nightmare for
a guy named Nett Finley. I heard, and I want to see Finley
too. You show me in this. I want to talk to ladera hellove
Findley. I gotta see him, madel and I gotta see it. Now
you lost your option. I'm freelancing here again. Well, you can't walk
out on me. This is gonna hurt fellow. Your wife paid me to
drop the jum. That's what I got to talk to you about. Madara.
I think she wants to drop me too. Finley grabbed me for the
arm, and you could tell he was scared. His jaw was shut tighter
than a wall safe in his Adams Apple wrote up and down like a yo
yo. Evelyn wanted to compare notes with him on Sutro, but right now,
Finley was as friendly as a no limit poker game. He hustled me
out of the Jade and into a waiting cab. He wouldn't say anything because
of the driver, so he sat in one corner, rubbing his hands and
looking straight ahead. When we got to the office, Finley paid the bill
and we went up the ramp. Inside. He had a little trouble getting
started, like a big family leaving on a picnic, and then he got
his voice. I'm in a bad spot, made, I need help.
I've been trying classified. I'm trying you. I tell you. My wife's
out to get me. She keeps telling me I'm crazy. She's trying to
talk me into it. A lot of wives feel that way, Finley,
she'll get over it. Yeah, but well, I'm adel she's trying to
send me to an asylum. She and sucho. You've got enough worries to
start a peace conference. What brings sutro back into the headlines. I found
a letter and she was pursed Caine one of ten thousand dollars from Shiva to
keep quiet about Sucho. All right, quick, priding me would go.
So your wife had a past and she and Sucho have a future on us
unless you help me. Help me. I tell you. I tell you
Sucho was behind the whole thing. He and my wife must know each other,
and now trying to get rid of me. You're getting a complex Findley,
slow down, Well you gotta help me. Oh, who's gonna help
me? I got a murder rapt to beat. But I'll clear you,
Madero. I'll clear if you help me. Now. You couldn't clear your
own throat and an empty tunnel? What makes you eight feet tall? This
gun in my hand, I'll stop pointing a fella, you're too nervous to
aim. Well, you don't understand it. There, I'm not pointing at
at you. I'm giving it to you. This is the gun that killed
Kane. You were there when it happened. No, but either my wife
or Sutro was When did you dream mat up? An hour ago? I
found in my wife's closet two slugs in this anna I got a feeling of
killed Kane. Send it a homicide. They'll let you know who did it
by return mail. I can't, Madelo, I can't just get I don't
know whether Shilo or Sutro did it. I got a feeling inside You've got
a fine Sutro. You'll end up killing me. Yet that's a prediction.
Wait a minute, someone's coming down the hall. Hi, begun, Madero.
They're after me now. They got to light to play old. They're
ainting for something bigger. What are you gonna do, Maderow, just waiting
for something to happen? Who Madero? Madero? I guess it happened.
Somebody turned to flashlight in my eyes and then hit a four bagger, so
they hung around. They could have seen me do a couple of quick quivers.
A chorus girl would have been proud of. I laid there in the
dark for a while, and if you're gonna look messy, a blackout is
in a bad place to do it. After a while, I tried to
get up with my stomach fell as empty as a horse laugh at a funeral.
I sprawled out again, and I tried to figure how a name like
Pete Sutro could start so much pain. Then the lights went on. They
should have stayed off because Warchik was breathing over me like a steam engine with
a broken heart. Oh the light, buy of your eyes. Yeah,
war chick, get out of it and get used to it. It's a
lot stronger. Down a headquarters and tell me about the gun on the floor.
I heard you were coming. I wanted to commit suicide. He didn't
try it, and I just got a phone tip that said you had the
gun to kill Marty. Can hand it to me, all right, compero,
make it easy for you. Bentley left the gun here before somebody saped
me. It was somebody. Oh any of your friends have names? Sure?
Check with Finley. He was here when it happened. It was dark,
Mado. How did he see with an electric eye? I don't know.
Maybe he smelled his wife's perfume. Look her up to He's that interesting,
he used to think. So, what do you mean? It was
blackmailing? Luck Madaro. A grocery list is blackmailed to you. I'll put
you on the inside. Bentley found a letter in her purse. Kane wanted
ten grand to keep quiet about Sutro. Finley told you all about it.
He can't keep a family secret, and the wife Combo Kane to keep him
quiet. Is that day? I to him, Well, this is your
good day. War Check find Sutro now and you've locked the whole thing.
Oh you find him, Madero, and we'll give you a reward. You're
too generous. What's the pitch Sutro has wanted for a playroll robbery in Detroit.
He's been out of side for a year now. He hasn't been out
of mind, though Finley thinks his wife is carrying on a sideline with him.
Look, Madero, I talk to you, boy Finley. He's got
enough dreams to start a Mactre's factory. I don't believe him. I don't
believe you. You don't believe the world is round. Take stock Warchick and
start learning. Yeah, I will, I will. Let's see how much
the fingerprints on this gun. Teach me you've got a story. I'll stay
after school. He'll still wear the dunce cap, that's all right, but
there'll be a badge on it. Warchick wrapped the gun up in a handkerchief,
and if it killed Marty Kane, I might as well, start writing
letters to the governor. The gun was a plan, but I had about
as much chance of selling after warcheck as a pair of shark pants to a
reform school. Warchick stood there and smiled, Then he walked on. There
were a lot of questions again, like who sapped you? And did Finley
really have a story. The more I thought about it, the more snarled
guy. And then the phone right, Yeah, hello, Johnny, this
is father Lay. Are you still free? Yeah? But I'm breathing hard.
How'd you make out? Fine? Johnny? I sold ten raffle tickets?
What'd you find out? Warchick just got a teletype Sutro full to payroll
robbery in Detroit. They think Monty Kane helped him. Well, that figures.
What else Sutro and the door was supposed to be somewhere in town.
Yeah, even the Bloodhounds are worried. How does Shila figure? She and
the girl named Evelyn we're both in love with Sutro. The rumor has it
the Sutro's favorite with Evelyn. What about Finley? Sheila must have got tired
of share cropping, so she settled for Finlay. They both came in from
Detroit about a year ago. The father it's still fuzzy. Marty Kane was
black, meaning Shila because of Sutro. There must be a tie. Evelyn's
asking the same question, and she thinks Sheila knows the answers. She's on
her way to the Findley Place for a showdown. Thanks Father, I'll tag
along and grab a seat on the sidelines. It'll be a free for all.
If those two girls tangle, don't worry, father, they won't get
in my hair. Don't be too sure. Samson had trouble with one girl.
When father lay he hung up, all the pieces began to fall into
place, all but one. Where was Sutro? It was around somewhere,
but it was like throwing a headlock on a shadow. I grabbed a cab
out of the Stafford arms, and when I got there, the dormant looked
at me as if I'd just blown up an orphan. And I took the
elevator and got off on the sixth floor. And then I leaned on the
doorbell and Sheila answered. She was wearing a pair of rose colored lounging pajamas.
And I've seen baked potatoes with lucid jackets you must have been surprised,
but she didn't blink an eyelash. Are you pausing or a posing? You
see, Dale, I'm looking for trap doors. Oh I thought you're going
to look that way. Come inside. Yeah, I'll bring that dream in
your eye over to the fireplace. They'll warm it up a little. It
won't look good in company. Why who's company? Evelyn's a little late.
She got tied up sharpening her claws. Evelyn, who hold out? Baby,
She's got a better question than that, Like what like words? Pete
sutra? The key sounds like a friend, but too early. That's probably
my husband. Nat Oh, the dar one. I'm glad you're hear somebody's
been following me. Oh you're dreaming again, Darling. You see all right?
Tellyer it wasn't a dream. That must be Hello, Sheela, remember
me. You must have the wrong place. Lady's the right idea. I
want Pize Souso back. You want too much, I'll grab anyway. I've
come to Pete, Sheila. He came too late, he did. Pete
Succo died two years ago in Detroit. Do you hear me? He's dead?
Not dead enough? You're lying, Sheila. Pete Sucro was standing right
behind you. What do you mean that's my husband, that's Net So you
gave him another name and another face, but you can't give him another voice.
That's Pete Soucco. What are you talking about? What are you saying?
I'm not Pete Soucho. Don't you remember me, Peter? I'm Evivan?
Oh? What do they do to your faith? Do? I wasn't
an accent? It's it's hard to remember things. Remember the tyro robbery,
Pete, you were supposed to come back to me, Robbie. Yeah,
it was an accent. I I alays heard I. I can't remember anything
else. It's it's so hard to well you were are Sheila? What happened?
Go ahead, Sheila? Tell him what happened. Tell him that he's
Peeteo. Tell him that you stole him from me, Tell him that you
killed Marty Kaine. All, I'll tell it to you first. It was
a good campaign, but I'm voting. You don't hen pick now are you
doing? I'll try you shut him? You should even see you remember me?
She she broke us up for good? But do you remember me?
Yeah? Yeah, I remembered. Everly, I'm beginning to remember a lot
of things. Now, don't forget him. Then, just you and me.
Now we're married. You are you married a guy named that frimily stay
away from me, that tried, See how it sounds. Give me that
gun, baby, you didn't need her, not anymore. I got the
gun now. No, please, Ned, Please tell me it's a dream.
Baby, tell me I'm crazy. You are that you are? I
am getting out of here. I'm not quick enough. The gun's empty now,
yeah, so's everything. I'm tired, tired, hold out. It's
gonna be a long trip. Yeah, I told you, Darrol Pete Sutro
was gonna kill me in the end. Yeah, you talked yourself into it.
War Check got the whole story. The next morning. Seems that Sukro
and Keen were in a big robbery in Detroit. The plan was for Suito
carry all the door and meet Kanaan Evelyn at their hideout, but Sutro got
smashed up in an auto accident and never made it. Sutro's face had to
be remodeled, and when he lost his memory, Sheila made her pitch.
She promoted a wedding and cut herself in on half a stolen cash changed his
name to Nat Finley and brought him out to San Francisco. Kanan and Evelyn
got winned that Sutro had taken out to the coast, so they followed.
They couldn't find him, and for a year, Sheila and Sutro got along
without a hitch, and Sutra began hearing his real name in his own mind.
And before Sheila could do anything, I'd already shown her husband checked the
cane. He recognized Sutro's handwriting right away, and so he started to blackmail
Sheila. He didn't make any yardist because Sheila stopped him with a thirty eighth
and then she tried to convince her husband and he was crazy. Evelyn won
in the last round when she recognized Sutro's voice to Jade. Turned out that
Sutra had been chasing himself until he caught himself well. Orchek asked only one
question, how can a guy forget his own name? I don't know a
lot of hotels did like? I know that too. Johnny Madero Peer twenty
three, starring Jack Webber. Johnny Madero has been presented by the Mutual Network.
Johnny Madero is written by Herb Margolis and lou Moreheim. Gail Gordon played
Father Lady. Bill Conrad played Inspector Warcheck of Homicide. John Garfield played Nat
Pinley. Others in the cast were Gene Rogers Joan Banks. Original music was
composed and conducted by Harry Zimmerman, and the entire production was directed by Matt
Wolfe. Tony Lafranos is the Mutual Broadcasting System Welcome Back. This episode was
also known as the Man who Chased Himself on This probably one of the most
clever mysteries of the Pat Novak Johnny Madaro episodes out there, So it's definitely
good job and I loved all of all of Madero's lines, expertly delivered and
incredibly hilarious. I definitely missed Jocko in this episode. I don't think Father
Leahy was as good. Was a good replacement, but we'll talk a little
bit more about that next week. Of course, in two weeks we'll be
switching over to Jeff Reagan. But I guess that's about it for this episode.
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