Ralph Chase Case

Here's Dick Powell as Richard Diamond, Private Detective. It's 5 o'clock in New York City and the big neon signs light up the dark office that overlooks Broadway on the corner of 53rd Street.

Behind a second-hand mahogany desk, relaxing in a swivel chair, is the leading figure of the Diamond Detective Agency, combination stockholder, office boy and clue chaser. She is Richard Diamond, and his mind is on a lovely redhead named Helen Asher, as she sits on a couch talking about things he likes to hear.

At this moment, however, another scene is taking place in the wealthy district of Long Island. A long black convertible is just pulling up to an old English mansion, and a curvaceous blonde steps from the car.

She is met at the door by her brother. Well, good evening, my dear sister. You're looking simply ravishing. How would you know the difference? Oh, drop dead. You're disgusting excuse for a man. Why don't you sober up for five minutes and take a look at yourself?

I did once. Oh, by the way, our dear stepfather would like to see you in the study. Tell him to go. I already did. Now it's your turn. I don't want to. I'll get out of my way, Chris.

Mm, suit yourself. But Murray Lang's in there with him. Murray. Mm. Did I start your heart going pity pad? Oh, shut up. You better go in and protect your money, darling. My jail bird. Son.

I don't care what your plans are, they can send I'm not going to stop to any time. You can't intimidate me, Lang. You're just a cheap no-good gangter. Your methods are too well known. You're fighting me.