Star of Midnight Page #5

Yeah.

Fulton, I want you to go

to Tommy tennant's office

At the star,

start pumping his secretary,

And find out

everything you can about him

Since he cut

his first tooth.

He's been bumped off.

Franklin, you go with him.

Your job is to find out

where he was

And what he did every minute

of the day until the murder.

Brady and Jones, you're to snoop

around tennant's apartment,

See what you can see.

Now, beat it, all of you.

Wait a minute.

Lewis, cleary, you're to come

with me to Clay dalzell's.

That's where the body is.

Get a party to come along

for fingerprints

And also notify

the coroner's office.

Okay, inspector.

And, Lewis, you're to go

to 125 west 34th street

And get me a pair

of acme arch supporters.

Right.

Okay. I don't think the hip

will trouble you a bit.

Good. I'm very much

obliged to you, doctor.

You're welcome.

Just a few more questions,

Mr. dalzell.

So long, doc.

See you at the inquest.

Good night, doctor.

Good night.

Good night, gentlemen.

You're something of

a criminologist, ain't ya?

Well, I've read

all of Edgar Wallace.

Doesn't it strike you

kind of funny

That the murderer

left his gun behind?

Do murderers

usually do that?

This one did.

Sure that

ain't your gun?

Quite. My gun is

in the cabinet beside my bed,

Where it always is.

It had

your fingerprints on it.

Naturally.

I told you I picked it up.

You didn't like tennant,

did you?

Not particularly, no.

Ever have an argument

with him?

Frequently.

What about?

Things he wrote

in his column.

What was tennant gonna print in

his column about you tomorrow?

Nothing.

How do you know?

Because

he told me so.

No, he didn't. He didn't

do nothing of the kind.

I'll tell you why you know.

You killed him

before he had a chance to do it.

Ain't that it, dalzell?

Tennant came here

to get a story confirmed.

You denied it.

He didn't believe you, said

he was gonna publish it anyhow.

You had an argument.

He wouldn't give in.

And the only way

you could stop his printing it

Was to murder him.

Ain't that what happened?

You got too much water

in that one.

Hmm?

Oh.

Say, what is this...

A cross-examination

or a band rehearsal?

I beg your pardon,

sergeant.

Let's see.

Where were we?

Oh, yes.

I just shot Tommy tennant.

Well, sergeant,

to, uh, continue

Your interesting,

if somewhat amusing, theory,

I suppose I shot myself

in the hip.

Well, that ain't

impossible, either!

Sergeant, you're right.

That ain't impossible either.

I'll take it, swayne.

Hello?

Where are you?

I'm in the Bronx at a pay

station. Are you all right?

Sure.

How'd you get there?

I don't know.

I was in your den

when suddenly two men appeared.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes