Episode Two: Case of the Runaway Train

Headed to a much-deserved vacation, the detectives board a train to Dayami Beach. The first day onboard is peaceful, filled with friendly yet revealing chatter with the passengers on board, but, the next day, a body turns up! The detectives gather everyone into one car, for all of them are suspects. Will the detectives reach their destination and stop the runaway train?

What is Sleuth and Flatfoot?

Introducing Sleuth & Flatfoot: Private Eye. Two bumbling detectives, ridiculous mysteries, loads of fun. Follow along this old school radio dramedy where Detectives Sleuth and Flatfoot face an array of crazy crimes, solving them with their cunning wit and perfectly timed luck. The 1930’s era, dark and dreary atmosphere that they live and work in backdrops the
increasingly ridiculous crimes they encounter as the story unfolds. Will these wacky detectives crack their cases? Tune in to find out.

Narrator: 00:11

The distant sound of a train whistle grows closer as smoke billows through the smoggy air of a new Los Angelanta. The station rumbles with the rushing crowd, a sea of grey hats and trench coats. Cutting through the crowd are our intrepid investigators, Sleuth and Flatfoot. Flatfoot trips over himself, his arms overflowing with suitcases, while Sleuth trails behind him, fruitlessly trying to light a tobacco stick. Sleuth curses under his breath as the conductor calls out to the station.

Conductor: 00:46

All aboard, last call for Diami Beach.

Detective Sleuth: 00:51

Damn it Flatfoot, this damn thing won't light. If I don't get a smoke before we get into the car, it's your badge.

Detective Flatfoot: 00:58

Maybe if you took a couple bags I could light it for you.

Detective Flatfoot: 01:03

Most of these are yours.

Detective Sleuth: 01:04

You've got a good system going there. Besides a big guy like you, his fingers ain't dexterous enough to light a slim.

Detective Flatfoot: 01:12

Come on boss.

Detective Flatfoot: 01:13

You know I've been trying to cut back.

Detective Sleuth: 01:15

Cram it Sasha's fingers and keep moving.

Narrator: 01:23

The gentlemen hobble into the car crowd And shortly after the whistle sings, the train starts trudging forward towards their destination. Welcome to Sleuth and Flatfoot Private Eye, Episode Two, Case of the Runaway Train. The two gents drop off their bags in the storage car and head towards the dining car for a bite. And as they enter, a variety of eyes meet theirs. Five passengers sit scattered to the rocking room, and after awkwardly looking at one another, Sleuth and Flatfoot head towards an empty table.

Narrator: 02:07

On the way there, a skittish fellow runs into them, clutching a strange device.

Eddie Tesla: 02:12

Sorry. Sorry. Excuse me.

Narrator: 02:15

An eccentric young adventurer with crazy eyes.

Eddie Tesla: 02:18

Eddie Tesla.

Narrator: 02:19

Overshadowed by the success of his older brother, Nikolai, the young high flyer is headed to a tech expo to pitch his latest invention. Supposedly, the best thing since sliced bread at making cake. Or maybe he's just got a few screws loose.

Narrator: 02:33

He's also a felon.

Detective Flatfoot: 02:34

He's an awfully jumpy fella, huh?

Detective Sleuth: 02:36

Yeah. I don't like it.

Narrator: 02:39

The duo cram into a booth as Sleuth eyes the engineer and then the other passengers.

Detective Sleuth: 02:45

In fact, I don't like the look of any of these squares.

Detective Flatfoot: 02:49

Come on, boss. We're on vacation. At least wait until we've got our feet in the sand before you flip your wig.

Detective Sleuth: 02:55

No wigs are being flipped here. Just the keen eye of an investigator, always on the lookout for crime.

Narrator: 03:02

From the booth beside them, a round man in a white coat leans back towards Sleuth with an unlit smoke in his mouth.

Dr. Ike Ilpeeple: 03:09

Either of you gents got a light.

Narrator: 03:11

An older gentleman with a dream to start his own hospital.

Dr. Ike Ilpeeple: 03:15

Doctor. Ike Ilpeeple

Narrator: 03:17

The doc is headed towards a little town in Georgia called Rome where he plans to start Methodist Health. The name definitely won't stick, but the old timer's got a dream, leave him be.

Detective Flatfoot: 03:26

Of course doc.

Detective Flatfoot: 03:30

You know what they say, you can always trust a doctor when he's got a smoke in his mouth.

Dr. Ike Ilpeeple: 03:34

You got that right, son. You need one? I got Jazz Rabbit Slims.

Detective Flatfoot: 03:40

Yes, please.

Narrator: 03:41

As the doctor begins to hand Flatfoot a smoke, Sleuth slaps it out of his hand.

Detective Sleuth: 03:46

What are you, off to the loony bin?

Detective Flatfoot: 03:48

Come on, boss. I haven't had a puff in half an hour.

Detective Sleuth: 03:51

Have you learned nothing, detective?

Detective Flatfoot: 03:54

You really think one of these cats is out to pull a jog?

Detective Sleuth: 03:57

My pre natural racket whacking senses can already smell the gun smoke.

Detective Flatfoot: 04:02

Then shouldn't we go looking for our wise guy?

Detective Sleuth: 04:06

No. We should investigate the possible suspects.

Narrator: 04:10

With a determined nod, the men stand from their booth and head over to another table, the doc picking up his cigarette from the ground as they go. Their first suspect looks up at the two of them from behind thick lashes and a sweeping blonde bang.

Miss Diva Dressmacher: 04:23

What are you two cats looking at?

Narrator: 04:25

A real stone cold dame with a sharp get up.

Miss Diva Dressmacher: 04:28

Miss Diva Dressmacher.

Narrator: 04:29

Miss Dressmacher is headed to a high fashion show down south where she'll be debuting her newest summer line. A bonafide femme fatale, but probably not in the murdering sense.

Detective Flatfoot: 04:41

We have reason to believe that someone on this locomotive is plotting a job. Do you happen to be that someone?

Miss Diva Dressmacher: 04:47

Job? The only job I'm plotting is to be the next top designer in the country. And if that's a crime, lock me up.

Narrator: 04:53

From the neighboring booth, a scribbly little fellow pushes up his specs and speaks up.

Louis Bernstein: 04:59

Actually, the chances of your line being more popular than the current hot name brand is slim to none. 0.1052% to be precise.

Narrator: 05:08

A sweaty palmed reporter from a small town paper somewhere in Wisconsin.

Louis Bernstein: 05:12

Louis Bernstein.

Narrator: 05:14

On a business trip to do something journalistic, no doubt. Sleuth leans closer to Diva with a raised brow.

Detective Sleuth: 05:22

Them's fighting words. Doesn't that make you wanna, you know, whack them?

Miss Diva Dressmacher: 05:28

No comment.

Narrator: 05:30

From behind Sleuth, a voice chimes in, and they turn to see a familiar face glaring down at them.

Detective Gumshoe: 05:35

If you say that again, Sleuth, I will arrest you for conspiracy to commit murder.

Narrator: 05:39

And?

Detective Gumshoe: 05:40

Detective Gene Gumshoe.

Narrator: 05:42

Again.

Detective Flatfoot: 05:44

Hey. If it ain't my favorite real detective.

Detective Sleuth: 05:47

He's not my favorite anything. I hate him.

Detective Gumshoe: 05:50

Feeling's mutual, bub. Now what are you two doing on my vacation?

Detective Sleuth: 05:54

I can ask you the same thing, and I will. Just phrase differently. What are you doing on our vacation? Plan to wipe out the competition?

Detective Gumshoe: 06:06

Hoping to get away from you, but that's not going very well now, is it?

Detective Sleuth: 06:10

No. It is not.

Narrator: 06:13

Suddenly, the car door slides open as a well dressed gent steps into the room, clutching a golden watch.

Conductor: 06:19

Alright, folks. Tickets, please.

Narrator: 06:23

As the passengers hand the conductor their tickets, Sleuth points accusing Lee at Gumshoe.

Detective Sleuth: 06:27

I won this argument.

Narrator: 06:35

After retiring for the night and getting an mediocre night sleep, the detectives wake to the sound of the trudging locomotive around them. But as they slowly come out of their slumber, they notice the view out their window is covered entirely in thick black smoke. Sleuth shoots out of bed with his revolver already in hand.

Detective Sleuth: 06:54

Great, Scott, the car is on fire.

Detective Flatfoot: 06:56

Good gravy. Boss, we gotta make sure everyone gets out all right.

Detective Sleuth: 07:00

It's every man for himself.

Detective Sleuth: 07:02

Get out of my way, you wall of a man.

Narrator: 07:04

Rushing out of their room, the duo bolts towards the source of the excess smoke outside. On their way, they pass through the storage car, which is strangely covered top to bottom in thick yellow batter. A sweet scent permeates the room, only slightly covering the smell of something much worse, something organic burning. They slide into the room, slipping in their red footy pajamas, until they reach the next car. Opening the door, they are hit with a thick wall of black smoke.

Narrator: 07:30

As they wave away the puffs, their vision clears long enough for them to witness something heinous. The furnace on the other side of the room is open, and within it, a charred skull is visible through the flames. On the floor in front of it is a golden pocket watch, circled with white chalk. Two other items are also marked, a crumpled discarded cigarette and a pile of pink slips in the corner.

Detective Flatfoot: 07:54

Holy fart. That's a body.

Detective Sleuth: 07:57

Hallelujah. I knew this vacation wasn't going to be a bore.

Narrator: 08:01

Gumshoe waves the two away as he marks the perimeter on one knee.

Detective Gumshoe: 08:05

Step back. This is a crime scene.

Detective Sleuth: 08:08

Of course, it is. Why else will we be here?

Detective Gumshoe: 08:13

Alright, detectives. Protocol states that we leave the scene of the crime untouched to preserve the evidence before we reach the next station and contact authorities. That's it. So no sniffing around.

Detective Sleuth: 08:26

Please. I am the authority.

Narrator: 08:30

Gumshoe watches the two head towards the furnace to inspect the body, and with a shake of his head, turns to leave the car.

Detective Gumshoe: 08:36

Whatever. I'm on vacation.

Narrator: 08:39

Sleuth and Flatfoot lean in closer towards the radiating heat of the furnace. And after a thoughtful moment, Sleuth gives a confident nod.

Detective Sleuth: 08:47

Just as I thought. This man has been seriously burned.

Detective Flatfoot: 08:53

You're a genius.

Detective Sleuth: 08:55

Now the question remains, why?

Narrator: 08:58

Flatfoot paces the room thoughtfully, scanning his eyes over the scene before turning his gaze to the pile of pink slips in the corner.

Detective Flatfoot: 09:06

I think I found a clue, boss.

Detective Sleuth: 09:09

What? The papers? Come on, Flatfoot. Going to the first obvious thing in the room is an amateur move. Quit dallying.

Detective Flatfoot: 09:16

I don't know, boss. These feel a little out of the ordinary. Who fires someone for being too bald? This one says this one fella's laugh was too annoying. Whoever was overseeing these poor schnooks was firing them for just about anything.

Detective Sleuth: 09:30

Give me that. I should fire you for being too bald.

Narrator: 09:34

As Sleuth reads through the slips, Flatfoot eyes the discarded cigarette. He picks it up, and after looking it over, pops it into his mouth and pulls out a lighter to smoke up. After a long thoughtful drag, smoke billows from his nostrils.

Detective Flatfoot: 09:48

Jazz Rabbit Slims. Isn't this the same type of cigarettes that doctor Fella was puffing?

Detective Sleuth: 09:54

I don't know. That isn't important. Look at this one. This poor son of a gun got fired for breathing too loud.

Narrator: 10:04

Just then they hear the door open and a number of gasps as they turn to see the passengers all crowd around the door of the car, staring wide eyed at the scene. Diva screams and faints, falling to the floor with a hand to her head. Louis and the doctor stare wide eyed at the skull as Eddie slowly reaches down to take one of Diva's diamond bracelets while everyone's distracted by the scene.

Louis Bernstein: 10:24

Is that a dead body?

Detective Sleuth: 10:26

Don't act too surprised. Wherever I go, crime follows. It's my blessing and my curse. Also, step back. This is a crime scene.

Detective Sleuth: 10:37

A murderer is among us.

Narrator: 10:39

As the group clambers and panics, a sudden loud gunshot catches the group's attention, even waking Diva. Sleuth stands there with his revolver facing the ceiling, smoke billowing from the barrel.

Detective Sleuth: 10:51

Alright, folks. If we're gonna solve this murder, we can't go losing our heads. Someone in this car killed the conductor fella and could very well kill everyone else.

Narrator: 11:04

Sleuth waves his revolver at the crowd, and they all scream and duck away as he continues.

Detective Sleuth: 11:08

So shut up so I can find out which one of yous has an insatiable thirst for blood.

Detective Flatfoot: 11:13

You tell him, boss.

Narrator: 11:15

Gumshoe comes rushing in and forces Sleuth to put down his gun.

Detective Gumshoe: 11:18

For the love of God, stop waving your gun around.

Detective Sleuth: 11:23

It's not like I was gonna pull the trigger. Whoops.

Eddie Tesla: 11:27

We're all gonna die.

Detective Flatfoot: 11:30

People, people, calm down. We're going to solve this case before the killer has a chance to kill again.

Detective Sleuth: 11:35

Which could very well happen.

Detective Flatfoot: 11:37

Right. But we're gonna try our darnedest not to let it. Now let's all move on to the dining car so we might sit down and start talking all this out.

Detective Sleuth: 11:44

Good idea, Flatfoot. The smell of burning human flesh is kinda ruining my appetite.

Dr. Ike Ilpeeple: 11:50

Wait. Did you say the conductor was murdered? If he's dead, then who's controlling the train?

Crowd: 12:01

Oh my god. I gotta get my shot.

Detective Flatfoot: 12:07

It was a good run, boss. You're my best friend.

Detective Sleuth: 12:11

I never thought I'd say this, but you're a much better detective than I could ever be, Flatfoot. I'm proud to call you my friend.

Narrator: 12:20

While the others panic, Gumshoe calmly walks over to a lever and pulls it, and everyone falls silent at the sound of the locomotive screeching to a halt. They lightly rock forward as the car stops, and Gumshoe straightens, looking less than thrilled. Sleuth and Flatfoot stare at him, then look at each other. Sleuth shoves his partner away.

Detective Sleuth: 12:39

Get off me, Chromedome.

Detective Flatfoot: 12:40

You really mean all that stuff, boss?

Detective Sleuth: 12:42

Of course not. Focus, detective. We got a murder to solve. Now all of you, scram. We've got some loose ends that need a tieing

Narrator: 12:55

After the chaos of finding the scene, the group shuffle to the dining car, eyeing each other suspiciously as they go. Behind them are the detectives, keeping an eye on all of them. They reach the car and settle down at the tables, turning their eyes expectantly to the duo, who stand at the center of the room as Sleuth begins to light a cigar.

Dr. Ike Ilpeeple: 13:13

So what exactly happened in there, gentlemen?

Miss Diva Dressmacher: 13:17

Yeah, aren't you too worried about your job

Miss Diva Dressmacher: 13:18

and saw off this whole fiasco?

Detective Sleuth: 13:21

Well of course I am. I know exactly what happened and who exactly did it. Something villainous happened in that car last night. Something that only a madman can be capable of. Burdened by the weight of his torturously boring and useless profession, the conductor sat in the engine room scheming the perfect plan to weasel his way out.

Detective Sleuth: 13:47

And that is when it struck him. He could fake his own murder. If he could make everyone else think he was killed, he could leave his meaningless line of work and get the insurance money. But he had to find a way to make it all look convincing. And if he was capable of fraud, is it so far fetched to say that he might be capable of murder?

Detective Sleuth: 14:09

And so, he lured one of the passengers to his car with the promise of a free ticket before he pushed them into the furnace where they now burn. It was only then that he could do the unthinkable. The conductor is indeed in this very room, just under the disguise as the poor schnook he killed.

Narrator: 14:31

As the group stares eagerly at the detective as it comes to his scandalous conclusion, Sleuth dramatically points at Bernstein.

Detective Sleuth: 14:39

It was you.

Louis Bernstein: 14:40

What? I didn't

Detective Sleuth: 14:42

That's enough out of you, conductor. Cuff him, Flatfoot. We've got our man.

Detective Flatfoot: 14:47

Killing a man and wearing his clothes. You monster.

Dr. Ike Ilpeeple: 14:51

This is insanity. What is your basis for any of these conclusions, detective? Nothing you said makes any real sense. It sounds more like a plot from a gimmicky radio drama.

Detective Sleuth: 15:03

Oh, you really think so, doctor? Or should I say conductor? Doctor Ike Ilpeeple. Your very pseudonym is your confession.

Detective Flatfoot: 15:14

Not to mention we found one of your slims at the murder scene.

Detective Sleuth: 15:18

Precisely. Cuff him, Flatfoot.

Eddie Tesla: 15:21

Wait. That can't be true.

Eddie Tesla: 15:24

I saw the doctor last night going back to his room hours before I heard the argument.

Detective Flatfoot: 15:29

Argument? What argument?

Detective Sleuth: 15:31

Yeah.

Detective Sleuth: 15:32

And what were you doing up so late, mister Tesla?

Eddie Tesla: 15:36

Well, I was tweaking my latest invention in the storage car when I saw the doctor pass through. And a couple hours later, I heard yelling from the engine car. It was none of my business, so I stayed out of it. And the damn mechanics of the Cake O Matic went haywire and exploded.

Eddie Tesla: 15:53

So I just went off to bed before I saw anyone come out.

Detective Sleuth: 15:58

And why are you only telling us this information now?

Eddie Tesla: 16:01

Not my business to share, especially not with a cop.

Detective Gumshoe: 16:05

He's not a cop.

Narrator: 16:06

Gumshoe cuts in from the corner of the car, sipping a Cup of Joe as he stares down at a crossword. Sleuth glares in his direction.

Detective Sleuth: 16:13

And I'm still not too sure you're innocent here either, Gumshoe. Your silence reeks of guilt. What were you doing last night?

Detective Gumshoe: 16:22

It wasn't me.

Detective Flatfoot: 16:23

I don't think it was him.

Detective Sleuth: 16:24

Me neither. So what were you doing in the engine room, doc?

Dr. Ike Ilpeeple: 16:28

I was helping the conductor with a bad leg. I just gave him opium and a little meth to stay alert and went on my merry way. Standard procedure.

Detective Sleuth: 16:38

Miss Dressmacher, you've been awfully quiet too. How do we know you're not just a conductor in a wig?

Miss Diva Dressmacher: 16:46

Oh, please. Spare all this tomfoolery. I was up late last night working on the final piece of my designer wardrobe for the big debut night. In fact, I'm wearing it right now.

Detective Sleuth: 16:56

And how do we know you was actually working on it last night?

Louis Bernstein: 17:00

I could barely sleep with how loud her sewing machine was. It was going all night.

Miss Diva Dressmacher: 17:04

Perfection comes at a price, I'm afraid.

Detective Sleuth: 17:07

And how about you, Bernstein? What's your perfectly convenient excuse?

Louis Bernstein: 17:11

I was sleeping all night. I never left my car.

Eddie Tesla: 17:15

I never saw him come through the storage room.

Detective Sleuth: 17:18

What the hell are all of you innocent?

Detective Flatfoot: 17:20

Don't sweat it, boss. How about we start looking around the rest of the train to see if there's any other clues?

Detective Sleuth: 17:26

Why don't we just arrest one of these fellows and call it a day? We got a 25% chance of getting it right.

Detective Flatfoot: 17:33

Come on, boss. What about justice and all that?

Narrator: 17:36

Flatfoot begins towards the door to leave, Sleuth dragging his feet to follow.

Detective Sleuth: 17:40

Fine. Whoever we find, I get all the credit.

Detective Flatfoot: 17:46

As usual, boss.

Narrator: 17:55

The men searched each of the cars thoroughly, tearing every inch apart, and after hours, come up empty handed. Finally, they begin sullenly towards the caboose as the passengers follow, feeling defeated. The two enter the back door of the final car, which opens to the railing that overlooks the rolling hills of the countryside around them. Sleuth leans against the railing in defeat.

Detective Sleuth: 18:18

This is it, Flatfoot. A case I simply can't solve. Not because I'm inept or anything. Everyone else is just cheating.

Detective Flatfoot: 18:27

Wait, boss. Look.

Narrator: 18:28

Flatfoot points towards a stream site on the edge of the railing. A single gray sock smeared with thick yellow batter. Sleuth straightens to attention.

Detective Sleuth: 18:38

A sock.

Detective Flatfoot: 18:39

But whose is it?

Detective Sleuth: 18:40

Let's find out, shall we?

Narrator: 18:42

Sleuth turns to the group standing inside the car, looking to them curiously.

Detective Sleuth: 18:47

All of you, take off your shoes.

Miss Diva Dressmacher: 18:50

What are you going on about now?

Detective Sleuth: 18:53

For the love of all things holy, woman, take off your stompers.

Narrator: 18:55

Reluctantly and with great confusion, everyone in the car takes off their shoes. Sleuth and Flatfoot come up to each of the passengers and look to their feet expectantly. Every single one of them is wearing socks until they approach Bernstein. Despite wearing loafers, he is sockless.

Detective Flatfoot: 19:14

Why are your dogs out, Louis, my good fellow?

Narrator: 19:17

Bernstein looks between the two men in a panic, then to the other passengers who stare at him wide eyed.

Louis Bernstein: 19:23

I well, you know, it's actually a funny story.

Narrator: 19:27

In a flash, the reporter suddenly takes off towards the railing at the back of the car.

Detective Sleuth: 19:31

We've got our runner.

Narrator: 19:32

The detectives rush after Bernstein to the railing, just catching a glimpse of his coattail whipping up to the roof of the car from a ladder. Sleuth and Flatfoot scramble to get up the ladder after him. Sleuth jumping onto the roof first as he watches the reporter booking it across the cars.

Detective Sleuth: 19:47

Damn it, Flatfoot. He's getting away.

Narrator: 19:49

Sleuth gets to his feet and begins after him. Flatfoot falling close behind. They run all the way to the front of the train when finally Flatfoot dives for him and the two men tumble off the side of the car and into the grass beside the tracks. Sleuth looks over the edge just as he sees Bernstein begin running to the open hills, Flatfoot chasing after him in circles.

Detective Sleuth: 20:09

Move it, you barrel of lard.

Detective Flatfoot: 20:11

I'm trying, boss. He's just too slippery.

Detective Sleuth: 20:15

Alright. Get him to hold still.

Narrator: 20:22

After about half an hour, the detectives finally bring Bernstein in, sweaty and disheveled. They throw him down into one of the booths of the dining car and handcuffs before sitting across from him, still trying to catch their breaths.

Detective Sleuth: 20:36

Now Bernstein, what exactly happened last night? Are you really the conductor?

Louis Bernstein: 20:44

Of course, I'm not the conductor, you half wit. And I'm a warrior for justice, not a murderer. I was trying to find a hot scoop last night, so I was investigating the cars when I happened into the engine room. I saw a ton of pink slips in there that detailed all these ridiculous severances signed off by the conductor. He was a corrupt crook.

Louis Bernstein: 21:04

When he came into the car and saw me there snooping, I confronted him as any good man would. But when things started to get heated, he put his hands on me and there was a brawl. Next thing I knew, I I pushed him back and he fell right into the furnace. I didn't know what to do, so I just I just left. Going to the storage car, I got batter all over me, so I went to the back of the train to dump all my clothes.

Louis Bernstein: 21:28

But it was all an accident, I swear. I didn't mean to kill him.

Detective Flatfoot: 21:31

So you're not the conductor in disguise?

Louis Bernstein: 21:37

No. I haven't the foggiest idea where you two got that bull malarkey from, but we're all stupider for having heard it.

Detective Sleuth: 21:44

Well, it's close enough. I knew it was you from the very beginning.

Detective Flatfoot: 21:49

Well done, boss.

Detective Sleuth: 21:51

You aren't half bad yourself, rookie.

Narrator: 21:56

After detaining the guilty Louis Bernstein, the group contact the authorities to come rescue the stranded locomotive. They eventually begin towards their destinations once more and Sleuth and Flatfoot, after another long day of racket whacking, are treated to a well earned day off.

Narrator: 22:13

From the files of Sleuth and Flatfoot Private Eye, the Case of the Runaway Train. Here's exactly what went down. The night of the murder, Bernstein was snooping about the train in search for a juicy story for his next column.

Narrator: 22:28

Sneaking past the luxury car where Diva was working away under newest design all night, Bernstein made his way into the storage car undetected by the doctor who had helped the conductor out with his bad leg hours before leaving a cigarette behind. As Eddie worked tirelessly on his Cake O Matic, Bernstein was able to slyly sneak past him while he was distracted to enter into the engine car. After searching through the pink slips there, the conductor entered and questioned him. After getting into a heated argument, which is overheard by Eddie moments before his machine exploded, the two entered into a brawl, which ended with a conductor falling into the open furnace and therefore to his demise. Overcome with fear of what he had done, Bernstein rushed back towards his room once again, only to enter into the newly batter drenched storage car, which Eddie had just left.

Narrator: 23:17

Now covered with the batter, he rushed to the back of the train to dump the clothes that would have gave him away. Unfortunately, he accidentally left one lethal clue behind, a single sock that got caught on the railing. And so the case of the runaway train comes to a close and Sleuth and Flatfoot can now rest easy knowing they put another criminal behind bars. So the train trudges on and eventually the scent of sea salt and the sound of seagulls fill the air, beckoning our investigators towards their own personal paradise.