Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 32
…“Who says we’re not working for ourselves, isn’t that right, Bing Crosby…
The two men in the front seat seem not to care who she is.
“Some wacky redhead?” guesses number one thug. “Are you packin’ heat.?”
“Maybe and My name is Mary Pickford.”
“Eating at a White Castle, right… And we’re movie stars too,” cracks brute number two.
Obviously the men, who have taken Fanny, are just following orders. Maybe she can play them.
“I know the name of your boss.”
“That’s right, Gene Kelly,” says the driver.
“You guys are Hi-larious,” she answers back.
“Who are we working for Miss Pickford, I mean Miss Caraway?” they taunt.
They’ve got the wrong girl, but Fanny strings them along, needing to make her response count, while trying to recall a name she picked up on three hours ago at Tolentine, “Vincent, yes you are associates of Mr. Vincent.”
They look at each with vacated expressions.
“Cat got your tongue?”
Again there is stunned silence.
“My people are coming for me.”
“Do we look worried Miss Caraway?”
She shows them her Visitors badge, stuck to her sweater. It reads “Renwick”.
“This ain’t the Caraway broad, stupid!”
The black Cadillac pulls up to the first telephone booth they see. “Bing” drops in a single dime, confirming that it is indeed a local call. His demonstrative actions indicate frustration. He returns to the passenger side telling his mate, “O’Malley’s Garage on Western,” turning to their snatch, “tell us what you did with the bag, whoever you are.”
“You guys don’t have a clue, do you?” She can play dumb too.
“The briefcase you took from the convent, Red, where is it?”
She holds out her empty and bound hands.
“Better listen to him Bing. You and Mr. Kelly are in way over your heads. The coppers will be looking for you.”
“Get out, now! You ain’t worth the trouble.”
Fanny is unceremoniously kicked to the curb
Crosby blares at Kelly, “We grabbed the wrong dame!”