Dick Tracy by Mike Curtis and Charles Ettinger for September 03, 2020

So, he’s a consultant. ✨

Funny, he doesn’t look Scottish.

Good morning, about to be snuffed !

Looks like lights out for the V man. Tracy will shoot the gun out of Emo’s hand and that’s a wrap.

Nah, Gweedo, it’s the old “tell them all the details of your crime before you snuff them out, so the good guys can get there in the nick of time” gag.

It would be sweet, sweet karma if yesterday’s comment by LawrenceS1 is true and the wily Flintheart has slipped an antique two-way wrist radio from the 1940s onto the villain.

Could Vitamin have known all-along that Emilio, calling himself Presto, was really a former toxic co-worker named Kelvin? Is Vitamin truly the detective in this tale?

If so, it’s stone-cold genius to combine your “hey, old-timer” mental software with some old-timey hardware to ensnare a long-time antagonist.

Exit stage right!!!

“Bye.” BANG!

If he shot him inside the theatre, he would be stuck mopping up the blood. Because, you know, he’s the janitor. Taking Vitamin outside saves him the work. As they say, work smarter, not harder.

There was a Tracy villain, was there not, who would allegedly quote Shakespeare, complete with (spurious?) attributions?

Emilio could pass for the third Mario Brother. Mario, Luigi and Emilio…not quite the same ring as Jack, Doc and Reggie, but it’ll do for a Minit.

There are no ‘perfect’ crimes because there are no perfect crooks. (Now, there are some darn good ones, but that’s another story.) Curious how he got business. Advertise in Villain’s Weekly? “Let me plan your perfect crime! Contact Emilio, Box 67.” And, speaking of no perfect crooks, if you ask a crime consultant you’re creating a possible police informant or blackmailer. You’d have to be dumb enough to qualify for a Dick Tracy crook to do that.

“Yes, I gather the most marvelous, useful information here at my job as a custodian.”

Typical criminal, confessing their crimes to the victim.

He SELLS the perfect crime? That sounds like the perfect crime! Wait a minute…

For planning perfect crimes, he’s awfully reckless to draw a gun in a public place when all he had to do when Vitamin came in was say he didn’t know anything. Then Vitamin would have left still knowing nothing. But nothing says “I’m the guy you’re looking for” like pulling a gun and giving yourself away.

JANITOR: See that sign? It not only refers to the way out of the theater but also symbolically, to your EXIT from this earth-bound existence. SUGAR DADDY: I don’t get it.

JANITOR: What if I added – better say your prayers, Sugar. SUGAR: I’d tell you I’m an atheist. JANITOR: You’re about to have more holes than a slice of Swiss cheese? SUGAR: I’m lactose intolerant.

BLAM!

Did Janitor shoot Sugar? Himself? Or did Sugar’s intestinal problems express themselves? Tune in tomorrow for the answer if you have nothing better to do!

Trivia point: The janitor’s name was changed by the editor, for obvious reasons. I like puns and, given he was one for hoarding tons of trivial ‘facts,’ I named him Emil Retentive. Editors: useful people.

Is Vitamin’s life-light about to be snuffed? It certainly looks as if Emilio/Kelvin/Presto is about to drop him with a big .45 slug or two. But tomorrow is Friday, and if Tracy and Sam are to make a surprise entrance and save the Old Thespian’s life, it’s time for them to do it! Saturday they can shoot it out with Emilio/etc., and Sunday can be the Grand Wrap-up and the re-emergence of (ahem!) Aurora Rising….

Here’s what I think of these “Mysteries” Neil…Out damn spot

So far there’s been little mystery for us to solve.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bPduoU826ew