Gambler Joe Garland Killed

You're Joe Garland? Yes, I am. You're bossing Blackie, aren't you? Yes, now that we know each other, maybe we'd better talk about my business here.

Here's a thousand dollars. One last night from my friend Charlie Kingston. Ah, Charlie Kingston. Good man. Bad gambler, but good man. But why do you send you to pay, is that? Well, you want cash and you have to leave town on urgent business, this morning.

Oh, I see. Oh, uh, would you mind waiting in the other room for a minute Blackie? That buzzer means someone I expected is here. No, not at all. I'll wait even longer than a minute if you'll tell me where I can find a phone.

There's a phone in the next room. Oh, thanks. Oh, and close the door behind you. Will you, Blackie? I'll call you as soon as I'm free. No, hurry. Two, two, two, two, two, two, two, two, two.

Hello. Hello, Mary. This is Blackie. Oh, my God, Mary. At Joe Garland's paying Charlie Kingston's gambling debt, Garland's got a visitor in the next room. I'll be over as soon as I can to pick you up.

Well, if you are going to pick me up... Blackie makes the jokes, Mary. Oh, my God. Anyhow, when I get through here, nothing can stop us from eating. Blackie, knock on wood when you say that.

All right. Hear that? Yes, I do. And I heard that too, but you weren't wasn't. Hold it, Mary. It was a shot in the next room. A shot? Yes, hold the wire. I'll have to break down the door.

Too heavy. Gone! Mary, is it on the wire? Yes, but you wasn't matter. I don't know if you were. But you're gone on her visitor in the next room. I was a shot and now I can't get him to answer.