Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar: Murder Ain't Minor (The Case of Bonnie Goodwin)

I hope St. Peter's listening. This report may one day help qualify me for that pass with a pearly gate. This case almost rushed me up there. This is another adventure of America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator Johnny Dollar.

At insurance investigation, Johnny Dollar is just an expert. At making out his expense account, he is an absolute genius. Its friends account submitted by special investigator Johnny Dollar. Two? Special investigator Johnny Dollar. This one's on the house.

I wouldn't even bother itemizing it, except that the whole thing is proudly packed deductibles. The following is an accounting of my expenditures during my investigation of Bonnie Goodwin. Or, she was under 21, but that didn't mean she was involved with nothing but minor bikers.

Or, murder 8-minor. Mr. Count, item 1. $12.40. Gotch Whisky and cigars, concealed at surprise party, arranged for me by one Mr. King of Hearts. At my apartment in Hartford, Connecticut, at 125 in the morning.

Well, over you. Which one of us is in the wrong apartment? Neither one of us. I'm King Hart. I came to have New York to see. I hope you don't mind my helping myself with cigar while I was waiting.

No, no, no. I'd even join you in a drink of my scotch. Only I don't think I could squeeze it out of the cork. I'll fund you a case. I'll send you a copy of your pasty, what are you?

I can drop it on you sometimes. This verge is on the illegal. Let's not waste time trying to scare each other, huh? Let's talk business. What is your business? Well, that verge is on the legal.

That's why I need you. In your racket, you're well enough known to do me some good. In mine, I'm too well known to do it myself. So what? Find a girl for me. Oh, wait a minute.

I'm in the insurance business. So's the girl. She's a beneficiary of my insurance policy. This is a very unusual case. I was a sucker. The way that policy is written, I need her signature to do what I want to do.

Change the benefit hearing? Yeah, I'm all customary and honest and she's lovely. Well, I'll tell you Mr. Hart, I make it a habit to work for big insurance companies, not individual. Sorry, I've come. I can't look up your credit rating and done in Brant Street.

Look it up on this wallet. Go ahead. I'll be bashful. Now, one is Sullivan. Corners of these bills look like a tally on a baseball scoreboard. One run on the first and then three goose eggs.

Of yourself. Ah, not the best. Your money may be okay, but I thought your story. What about it? Like, there's any number of good licensed private sectors that you could have gone to. Philip Marlow, Sam Spade, and Richard Diamond.

And he would not only have solved your case, he would also sing you a song. Why did you come to me? I thought you had me straight. I don't like detective. I'm allergic to copper, thrower, semi-pro, so's the girl. Look, dollar, all you have to do is find a girl, get a signature

on the form and bring it back. Is that so tough? Well, wisdom too still finds it a little tough to chew. I'd like to see the following. Sure, I brought it with me. There you are. Wow, this is a motive-sized policy? A hundred grand. How'd you ever get it, Mr. Hart? When I took it out,

I was a haberdasher specializing no doubt in bulletproof vest style by heart-chatter and U.S. Steel. Oh, yes. And it's a theory. Funny, good win. That's fair. Well, before I can start looking, I should know why she stopped being around Chicago. You'll find that and a lot of other stuff about her stable to the back of the policy. You're the very model

efficiency. I should be. There's a model prisoner around the accounting department eleven worth of five years. Thanks for not being bashful about your past. Makes it easy for me not to be bashful about asking you to do that. My assignment in writing. I just don't want anybody to get the wrong idea about my association with

you. That's okay. All right. You pay for the ticket. I get them ready to take the ride. How much? A three thousand dollar retainer and I'll build you for my It's a deal and don't hesitate to travel first class.

Don't worry, Mr. Hart. Don't worry. Spencer Count, item two, $55.32, plain fare, Hartford, Chicago. Spencer Count, item three, $4, cab fare from airport downtown. Takes about half as long as he gets to the Chicago airport to downtown as it does to Hartford, Chicago airport.

I checked into the ambassador of my antenna to live first class. and expense account item four, $1.20, cap fare to the Muriel Arms, a female hostelry where I didn't expect to live, but which was money Goodman's last known address.

Even at noon, it looked like a good place to start an investigation by either the police, the fire, or the sanitation department. Now I've been listening, but that's what I'm going to say. I'm the owner of my constitutional right.

Yeah, I want to give you some answers. 30 days! Hello, Mary-Alarm. I'm sorry, Miss Graham, let the new disturbing go through 30. Hello, Mary-Alarm. Call back after 2.33. For me. Mary-Alarm. No, she isn't. She'll be back in five days.

Hey! Yes, sir. Where can I find the room, Clerk? That's me. Oh, good. I'm looking for a girl who used to live here. My name's Goodwin. You remember? Oh, the little princess. Yeah, I remember. I'm trying to forget her.

Well, I'm trying to find her. You know where she went from here? She went from here. No one I don't care. One of the girls that you saw are hanging around in this place. That's over on the street. You'll hear it before you see it. I'm sorry, Missy. That's all I got time for.

He calls upon him up a hello. Here he comes. Hey, bartender. Oh, let's see. Where can I find Emma? I'm Emma. And no jokes. What do you want? I'm looking for a girl named Bonnie Goodwin. She ain't around. We call her. She wasn't wanted around.

Well, that's your business. My business is the finance. Why? Well, from the law of averages, the insurance for the young men's insurance, you're going the right way. In need, some. Why'd you try to flag the refinance?

Not only did the Flagler apartment fail to produce Bonnie Goodwin, but sold at about 18 other Wayward Way stations scattered from the loop to the bar north side. She was an easy girl to follow, and a hard girl to find.

One of the things I learned along the trail was that Bonnie's heart was apparently no express train. It made a lot of local thoughts. And one of the things I was reminded of during the teachers' search was a philosophy pass along to me by the tender age.

By an old, pink, at an operator, he said, Being a detective is 90% lightwork, just like being a male man with no address on the letter. Rent the Count's is item 5. 1495, shoe leather.

My brogons and my nerve ends were worn to a prattle by eight o'clock that night when I went snipping up my latest leave. Which took me to the desk of a tasty little flea bag on barefoot.

Ugh, felt like you were picking up a seven year itch just walking into the lobby. Hiya, Tony. How you looking for some, boy? Yeah, and if I don't find her sooner, I think I'll just sit still and let her find me.

What do you guess? Money good one. You know her? This is not design, no one of you forget. Is she still here? No. Well, do you know where she is? No, all I know is she moved out of here.

As I asked her till this morning. Tell me, what makes this kid so popular? Makes me nervous. I don't like the people she brings around. Me, grandma? What do you mean you don't like a choice of friends?

I didn't say they were friends. No, I'm a blue talker. Please. No, wait a minute. I've got a friend. Now listen, little boy. I'm awful good at not talking, but I don't feel like it.

Right now I don't save yourself from time. Get out of here. OK. Now I know what was wrong with that little red riding lids story. Grandma, with the wolf. Boo! I think I want to talk to you.

Go away. Don't follow me. You were asking about someone who went on a friend's face. Oh? Where can we talk? Well, we've got to get away from this lobby window. Come on. Where are you headed?

On the ground? Oh. Oh, this is tasty. No, I just came back to the last night. Bonnie and I took an apartment today. A new roommate, huh? Yeah. What do you want with it? Wait a minute.

Can you think of any good reason why two men should be following you? Please! Don't turn around. What can I meet you? You're good meeting me. You're just long enough to get where we're going.

Where's the good place? The hangover house in North Park. Who do I ask for when I get there? What's your name? Hey, babe. Why can't I go with you? I want to find out who's being followed.

You or me? There's a hash there. You take the first can, I'll take the second. They'll end up in the third and then we'll know. What did you find out? Oh, nothing, Jenny. Those guys pitched me the biggest curves and let me grow.

What does that mean? Oh, we took two calves, so they took two calves. One of them followed me, so it figures one of them followed you. Any idea why? Now, wait a minute, Mrs. First, I gotta get you straight. I just kept on a hunt, because you don't look like the other ones.

Who are you and what do you want with Bonnie? My name is Johnny Dollar my business insurance Who's there King Hart? Did I hear a hopeful note in your voice King? Who is he? I can my business I've learned never to give a definite answer that question But far as I know he's still alive he was when I saw him yesterday

He hired me to find Bonnie because he wants to get her name off his life insurance policy simple as that That's dope. And what he put us through. He's a fileless question under ends, and none of my business, but just what city?

He built her way up, and then he dragged her way down. He's still too good for him, for anybody who works for him. I'm getting out of here. Maybe I told you too much about my business.

Just enough. You're trying to help clean hearts with the way they only do you left her. If I have my way, she'll never sign away the money from that insurance policy. Good night. This was the first chance I'd had all day to make anything happen.

With a little luck, any phase was going to finally braid, Dog. Many straight of them ticked who had flown so many coops, thus making yourself so hard to find. If you throw down the 60 foot length of the long narrow bar toward the back door, I saw two familiar hulks launch out of their chairs in the front door.

They were after, and too big for me, our opponents from that game of taxi tag. Though I said about stopping them, I took advantage of the narrow room, the big crowd, and a little bitty front.

I had to turn the bottle baby into a bottle next. I hope he was too numb to care. Hey, lay off the little guy. Come on, let me... Oh, here, get out of our way.

Stop. If you like mob scenes, it was a great go-round when it lasted. But it only lasted 40 seconds. Then we got up stage by some off-scene action out the back alley. Crowd went out to look. I didn't.

Somehow I knew. My live lead had turned into a dead one. And the morning news flash over my hotel room radio the funeral services over what little remained of my whole gun fraud on that just a moment will return to the second act

of johnnie dollar but first early-sea captain fashion designer neurotic young gun collector and a wealthy social life one of them very much that These are the elements, police commissioner Bill Grant faces, in his adventure on Call the Police tonight.

Join Bill Grant for the thrills of the case as he sets up to solve the case of the heroes' funerals. And then take in Sam's fate, later two-fisted adventure, Welsh fight with Wisetrack. Bill Grant of Call the Police and Sam's fate, like Johnny Daller, are regular Sunday visitors and most of the same CDS station.

Now with our star, Charles Russell, we return to the second act of Your Truly Johnny Dollar. Mr. Dan said on arrival that... Inspector Count, I'm six. 2250.

Replacement of one hotel room radio which I punched in the dial. That's what it told me that the girl I've been using as a bird dog the night before was really the bird. And I had spent an hour with Bonnie Goodwin looking for Bonnie Goodwin.

I agree, that isn't the proper way to turn off a radio, but the fight after that time has been one sided. I had to throw one punch even if the fight was all over. Within the bell rang, calling me out of my corner for another round, and bell on my telephone.

Hello. Oh, 9 a.m., news travels fast. We got private lines for the major morgers in the country. I'm not sure how it could be that you used me for a lead-off man on a relay team.

You hire me to find a girl that hires some government to follow me. And when I find her, boom! No, wait a minute, dollar! from now and it looks like you don't don't worry about who's going to collect on your insurance you by any chance to like done hers on my line these days and flying 800 miles just to be at the scene of the crime

has never been one of my habits I'm not so sure you just flew in but I'm dead sure that I'm not on your payroll any longer I listen you listen I didn't follow through last night because I didn't want to be picked up as I'm a surreal witness first I'm going out to prove a few things that'll keep me

between things up and then I'm gonna make my report to the police aren't you talking the gun dollar you know more about guns than I do I learned a lot about Bonnie Goodman when I was tracking it down yesterday.

And one thing I learned, I like her kind better than I do yours. It wasn't anybody around to help her last night when she needed it. But I'll bet you he had plenty of help making your first big mistake.

Probably from you. Me morgue is a masterpiece of refrigeration. Just thinking of one to give me a real cold chill. When I walk in a one I feel an icicle forming on each separate vertebrae in my spine.

And when I start walking out of one, I feel the ice begin to melt. Do you feel yourself any good? Maybe, thanks for letting me go through a thing. Here, buy some jar. Well, oh, this don't buy a box.

It's a big gift. It should be. It's been a big help. I'd go into the morgue to find the dress. And I'd found it. In the suitcase, monogram, BG for Bonnie Goodwin. I also found that the body had been identified by her roommate.

Hi. Hi. I was a friend of Bonnie Goodwin. I want to talk to you about her. You're no friend of hers. I knew them all. Leave me alone. There's nothing to talk about this day, I didn't say.

Yeah. I have a pretty personal interest in it. What? I was with her before she walked into the alley. And you might be interested to know that she was using your name. How do you know? You don't know my name.

It's Janie Page. You can see her packing. I might be unpacking. When you pack, you fold things on the bed. You want people from one hanger to take them out of the bag. Now, you know where you're going?

You better close the door. Well? I don't have to be a quiz kid to figure out that you're leaving because you're scared. Probably running away from the same thing Bonnie didn't have a chance to run away from.

I'd like to find out what it is. Bonnie didn't have any big brothers looking out for her. What's your angle? I'll break it down for you. About 10% of my interest is keeping myself from being implicated in what happened last night.

The other 90% might be getting a merit badge and a boy scout troop. I'm just trying to do my good deeds for the day. I'd like to see somebody get paid off. Who's your candidate?

He or? He's one of the people she was afraid of. A little girl, she had a lot of people after her. She's double crossed too much, talked too much, but there's no difference. No difference.

What kind of thing? Time to sing smart people straight away son. What can she? A girl being mixed up with the wrong people's in a durable disease. She just weighed it out. You can see what you mean.

You can't throw a bad reputation into reverse. You can stand compliment. You strike me in again. I might have a better chance than most of us. I think this, um, un-fart sense. I can't figure you out.

What do you really want coming? What are you doing here? Who are you working for? I always feel sorry, kid. I think it's a nicer one. I will go on. Maybe I'm just being selfish.

Maybe this is a good chance for me to show off in front of heaven. I'd like to revise those percentages, I think. From now on, let's call it 10% me, 10% Boy Scout, and 80% you.

Well, haven't I cut you in for most of the profits? I get some help? I haven't got much to do, but I think it was being hard. Why, you got an insurance policy? That'd be one good reason.

And you're listening? She brushed him. She wanted to marry her, but she brushed him. He was crazy killer. He was in New York at the time of the shooting. They're big and prove that he's clear.

But assuming that he did have some gun work to do in Chicago, who would he hire to do it? A guy named Joe Emma for any chance? Joe Emma. He'd be more interested in shooting, seeing hot.

They split up over Barnagood when Emma wouldn't leave her alone till that bit of hot got out of town. There's enough reason for him to kill her? I don't know. I don't know how to do that.

There's only one other thing I'd like to know. How am I going to help you? I want to do something more than just tell your prat. Hey, how's this sound? You and Bonnie are about the same type, same bill, same hair.

Close enough to confuse anybody in a dark alley. Hey, what have you got to do? If I could get a new story published on the first page of the evening paper, the effect that the Bonnie and the Morg, originally identified as Bonnie Goodwin, is not Bonnie Goodwin, that it was identified in error

and actually is huge any page. I think we could sweat Bonnie's killer out in the open, trying to finish the job. Hey, what are you trying to do to me? I'll get killed. because you will be waiting if I will.

I will. Grants Account, Item 7, 5%. Phone calls to an old newspaper friend. Grants Account on an eight, another nickel, one evening newspaper, which proves to me the power of having old friends, and which, I hope, would prove to me the power of the press.

The story, including the girl's address, was right above the weather report, and it looked like a fair night for Chicago, but I'm stormy night for me. I learned early in my career that when you're waiting in an apartment, the arrival of killers, don't just wait.

I opened a window onto the street, made myself a caught-up coughing, sandwiches. That down an easy chair, facing a door in a telephone and had a picnic. But his hurt, I had a sweet rich idea which made me feel much better.

When a little after 10, I heard a car pull up outside. When I heard footsteps coming up the hall 20 seconds later, I had a telephone out there I'm not going out of a cradle.

Dialed one. I get rid of a telltale tone of a line not in use. Come on in. It's not a lot. Repeat. Sing hard. What do you want to do, dollar? I'll tell you what I'm going to do.

And the other end of this phone line is a police loo, and it's listening. He knows that you're here with me, so don't get rough. I don't care who's listening. Where is she? Oh, you know, who's funny?

I thought he sounds the more just me her. I wish I had this much luck fishing. People seem to bite easier. I suppose you're here because you missed her the first time. Don't be stupid.

I'm trying to save her life. He's sitting next to the lieutenant who is listening on his telephone. I don't believe it. Come on. You can talk to him. Okay. But you better be right. There.

Take the phone. Right over the head. Mr. King Hart of the living room closet went back to the phone and really told the police to tell them that I had their man. I still have the phone on my hand when the apartment door opens, framing two masses of manhood, one of whom I knew.

So this time, just to play safe, I said it in the live phone, phone, go Emma, go Emma and help her. We are insurances. We are talking to you with that telephone. Police. I just gave you a name to hang it up.

Thank you. You're a trick. I got news for you. Like you just did any evidence. You ain't gonna be around for a rough place. We ain't gonna be here when the cops get engaged. You're looking for Bonnie, good one.

Your search is narrow down. You've got the whole rest of the world to look because she ain't here. She's hiding in the closet there, the map just moves. Huh? That's what you got. Okay Angie, stay on it tonight. I'll take care of her funny.

Ah sweetheart. Well I'm not expecting the pleasure of keeping that girl around, but instead of snuffing, melting around by a man. Angie's right hand, go for his armpit, and not distract himself. Oh man, as if he snapped another shot at King of Heart, I snapped a flying tag on him.

You know you're missing, Ken Aze, and it's over you! Congratulations, King. To the life of right-hand you, Shrove. Never mind that. Where's Bonnie? She's dead, heart. I plan on that newspaper's glory that she's still alive.

I didn't read any newspaper stories. I just came from the city more. The babe they got isn't Bonnie Goodwin. I never saw her before. Isn't Bonnie? Well, then why did Emma kill the roommate in the dark alley by mistake?

So Bonnie switches identities to make herself officially dead so she can live longer. Where is she? I want her back. I thought all you want, I want her to get her name off that insurance policy.

That isn't true. I wanted the insurance in this to get it to find her. What else can I tell you so you take the cash? I want her back. You have to make up her own mind about that.

Are you? I'm not playing Cupid. I'll tell you what I'll do. You tell me all the sweet pretty things you want to say, and I'll repeat you to her. Pensacao, item nine. $28.40. Dinner while repeating all the sweet, free things, being hard at one of the state-uponny good ones and selling her all the unsweet,

unfurty things I felt about his kind of guy. Don't worry, John. I'm not going to him or anybody like him. Well, where are you going? That's in my cold, old house. Your hometown didn't seem to do a very good job of giving you a start the first time.

I'm from Chicago. It's only about 20 years now, if you know what I'm saying. Yeah, here's an envelope. What's in it? You'd better buy yourself a cent. It'll take you about $3,000 worth west of here.

Oh, no, I'm in here. Spencer Count, item 10, 20 cents, two beers, one for me and one for King Hara. I told him that his money was taking money on a little trip back to happiness.

And he told me that if I ever expected to collect any expense money from him, I knew where I could go. Forensic out total, $163.55. You'll notice that this is very low, but remember, I'm paying this for myself.

Yours very truly, Johnny Dollar. Yours truly, Johnny Dollar, directed today by Gordon P. Hughes, stars Charles Russell, with script by Paul Dudley and Gil Dowd. Featured in the cast were George Ellis, Paul Dubuff, Martha Wentworth, Lou Krugman, Jean Bates, and Larry Dobkins.

The special music is written and conducted by Lee Stevens. Be sure to be with us at the same time next week when another unusual expense account is ended in by your truly Johnny Dollar. speak to cheek, I'm in the mood for love isn't a lovely day.

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