The Case of the Dirty Dollar

Hello? Yes, this is the Falcon speaking. Oh, Lois, I'm glad you called. I will be able to make it tonight. Now you heard right, Angel. I've given up being a private detective. I've retired. Yeah, I'm going to learn to take it easy if it kills me.

Once again, the adventures of the Falcon, dedicated to private investigators everywhere. Those hard-hitting detectives who like Mike Waring risk their lives to aid law enforcement agencies. So join him now when the Falcon solves the case of the dirty dollar.

According to the World All-Manack, New York is the city of churches, which had never guessed it from my business. Instead of peace and quiet, all I've known is violence and death. Well, I've had it.

No more playing cops and robbers for me. No more dealings with offbeat characters like Johnny Stone and Steve Haynes. In case you're curious, those are the two gentlemen getting out of the convertible on four-side street.

They're bookmakers' bookies, which means they take layoff money. That's other gamblers are afraid to handle. I guess you might say they live dangerously, but you often mix me wonder how they're going to die. I said, Johnny, maybe you better let me handle this.

No. I don't like the way you look. I don't like it either, Steve, but what can I do? You know what I mean. Oh, supposing I... I said no, Steve. I'll take care of Mr. Dollar myself.

Is the place? Yeah. Certainly doesn't believe in putting a front, does he? That you, Lisa? I was just getting ready. What's the matter, Paul? Nothing, nothing except... This is a surprise. Isn't every day you get to entertain your boss?