Five Bullets In Don Anderson

I don't think so, it's one of those phony calls we get at headquarters, but I've got to investigate it just the same. What's the score on this one?

A fellow named Anderson, that's his house here, called up for the idea that somebody's going to kill him. How are you going to do? I don't know, talk to him I guess, find out who.

Oh well, I'm through for the night after this, so I'll just phone in a report. Ladies and gentlemen, thanks for the lift. That battle. I will this proud car round for a couple of hours than I go off duty too.

Have you seen your inspector, Will? Right. Mm-hmm. So here we are! What went out of that house? I'll bother you, you're Boston Black. You're gonna hold you here? Where'd he go? Where'd he go? This is white.

So long, friend, I'm in a hurry. I've got to see a man about a murder. And now back to Dick Palmer as Boston Blackie. enemy to those who make him an enemy friend to those who have no friend i don't care if you did see blackie leaving the scene of the crime of the

gun in his hand room you know as well as i do will that blackie didn't kill anderson who's right here on faraday i saw blackie myself and all of his harm for a few seconds he clipped me to get away it was dark outside of anderson's house was it yes very dark maybe it wasn't

blackie maybe it was just somebody who looked like blackie inspector i know you like blackie but i know he killed and all you know it's not really the thing of the crime of the gun on his hand i know more than that after blackie ran away i got to anderson just before he died