When Killers Meet

A strange doctor weird. Good evening. Come in, aren't you? What's the matter? You seem pale tonight. Perhaps you're working too hard. Suppose I tell you a story I've just heard that might relax you. It's about a killer who provided himself on being too clever to be caught.

And what happened when he met another murderer who was equally clever? I call the story... When killers meet. My story begins in a small Midwestern city. It is late afternoon and two men are crouching in the shadows of an alley in the downtown section.

They are Nick Randolph, clever jewel thief, and his companion Mike Nelson. And they were being hunted by the police. Nick, listen! Listen, those patrol cars, they're all around us. Nick, we're trapped. I'll get us out of it.

Have I ever slipped up yet? No, but you did this afternoon when you plugged that jeweler. I wanted you to have to kill him for. Because he saw me substitute that phony diamond for the real one.

His testimony could have sent us to the pen for ten years. Yeah, and now he's dead. And if we are caught, we get the rope instead. A dead witness can't testify, and we're not going to be caught.

Once we get hold of a car, I know every back road around here. I can get us on to one where they'll never dream of looking for us. Yeah? And where are we going to get a car?

We're going to have one inside of one minute. Look at that guy walking this way. He's taking keys out of his pocket. He's going to unlock that car parked there at the end of the alley.