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And now, to Counterspuy. 22 stories above the streets of Manhattan, in the paneled library of a penthouse, a well-groomed man in a satin smoking jacket sits at a heavy oak desk. His eyes are fixed impatiently on the sweep-second hand of his unique alarm wristwatch, as a dark-haired woman reads from a list. General and Mrs. Ralph C. Macston, Dr. and Mrs. Charles Nester, Commissioner and Mrs. Stephen W. Otis, who by the way, Alfred, Mr. Otis has just been elected Chairman of the Board of General Oil. I know all about Otis. Please continue, Carla. Mr. and Mrs. George R. Pace, Ambassador and Mrs. Victor... Ambassador and Mrs. Victor Pagano, Mr. and Mrs. Lance... That'll be all, Carla. Alfred, I haven't finished the list. You heard my alarm watch. Time is up. Three and a half minutes. You're a strange man, Alfred. Time is money, Carla. About that list, see to it that the guests appear at Mrs. Grayson's party for the World Refugee Fund. With my name on the invitation as co-hostess, no one will dare refuse to appear. They're all deadly afraid of what I may write in my weekly column. One unkind word from Countess Carlo Marroni, and they're in hot water. That title pays you real dividend, doesn't it? Thanks to your cleverness in organizing the World Refugee Fund. Oh, dear sweet charity, what a blessing to mankind. Mr. Patson. What is it, zero? Palsons here. It's 20 seconds late, zero. I know, boss. I kept them out in the hall like you said. Let's see. It's two minutes to eight. One minute and 30 seconds. That's enough time to give Palsons. Alfred, you'll be back. In one minute and 45 seconds. All right, zero. And down the hall, zero. Did Palsons walk up from the 20th floor, as I ordered? Yeah, boss. Everything's set. Good evening, Palsons. Hi, Mr. Patson. You wanted to see me? Palsons, you worked the room that table for me at the 11 of our charity parties. You're an excellent group, yeah? And I pay you well. No complaints, Mr. Patson. Then Palsons, why did you withhold some of the money from your table at last night's party in Philadelphia? I'll give you exactly 20 seconds to explain. I don't get you. I was watching you, Palsons. You cut yourself a nice slice. Oh, you got me wrong, zero. I wouldn't do a thing like that to Mr. Patson. You're a liar. Zero, let him go. I can explain, Mr. Patson. There's no time left to explain. You wasted it lying. Please, just give me up. You heard the boss' time, sir. Get moving. Zero, open the elevator door for Palsons. Good pleasure. That's the way out for you, Palsons. The elevator's not there. It's 22 floors below and you're going down to meet it. What? You're taking a suicide dive, Palsons. That's why I had you get off at the 20th floor and walk the rest of the way up to be sure you wouldn't be traced to my penthouse. All right, zero. So long, chiseler. Three seconds on the nose for Palsons. Time to just write, Mr. Patson. Of course, zero. That's the way to treat time exactly right. Me, Countess Moroni. By Alfred Patson, charming of you to come. I hope this party will provide you with plenty of material for your society column. Oh, yes, and the roulette table's just piling up money for the World Refugee Fund. Ah, sweet Charity. I got your signal, Alfred. Anything wrong? Give me a minute to study, Carla. I have a minute and a half for you. I heard something this afternoon that may mean trouble. About a man called George Walsh, the coverist and biggest fake charity organizer on the West Coast. I've just learned that Walsh is headed here to begin operations in East Coast society circles. Alfred, we've had that big affair at Vera Ashton's home outside Washington next month. Are you afraid of trouble over that? That you can leave to me. More important, Carla. Yes? You are a valuable asset in this business. If Walsh could try to buy you away from me. Don't you trust me? You know about Polson's suicide. The same thing could happen to anyone else who double-crossed me. Ah, my watch tells me our time is up. I have to be going. See you soon, Carla. The Countess by headquarters, is it not? I wish to see David Harding, and I don't need your help for that, young man. Madam, you shouldn't be in this corridor at all. You'll have to be announced at the rules. Rules? Government by bureaucracy. It wasn't this way when Grover Cleveland piloted our ship of tape. Uh, who shall I say is calling? I'll say who's calling when I get in there. Very sorry, madam, but I can't lie. Young man, remove your hand from my arm, or I'll slap your face. Haven't changed a bit. Now sit down and cool off that temper of yours. David, I have a good mind to send a letter to the president about the way you run this office, and I would. If I didn't love you so much. You're a sweetheart. Oh, you're not fooling me with that sugar talk, David. Why did you ask me to come and see you? Vera, I see by the columns that you're giving a charity party next week out at your place in Chevy Chase. It'll make every other affair this season look sick. Countess Carla Moroney is my co-hostess. And the proceeds are to go to the World Refugee Fund. Vera, as a favor to me, I want you to switch your sponsorship to another charity instead of World Refugee. This is, are you mad why Countess Moroney is making all arrangements? Her name on the invitation is a guarantee of success. My agents, Vera, have been investigating all organizations sending money overseas for relief. Most of them are worthy groups, but we've uncovered a few exceptions. The World Refugee Fund is one of them. Ridiculous. Here's a cable report from our attaché in Paris. The World Refugee Fund is a phony front for a charity record. Countess Moroney should be told about this. Our record show that every charity party sponsored for a World Refugee was arranged by her. You mean, then she should be arrested? Oh, no, no, just now she's a much more value to us on the loose. Now I'm interested in getting at the big brains behind this sleazy racket. And I've already started a trick to smoke him out. You want to help? David Harden, that's the silliest question you ever are. Then I'll let you in on a secret. A big West Coast charity racketeer, George Walsh is coming east to operate in society's circle. His assistant, a fellow named Ralph Harrison, will be with him. And he's going to call on you, Vera. Good. Oh, is this another of your techniques? Still can't fool you, can it? But seriously, Vera, I hope to trap that unknown racketeer behind Countess Moroney. And there's nothing like the assumed threat of gangland clean jumping. To bring an unknown criminal out into the light. But, David, what is a fight between criminals to do with me? Vera, I'm making your charity party next week. It's a battleground. Mr. Harding, I found this memo from you on my desk. Oh, yes, Peter. Mr. Ralph Harrison has a five o'clock appointment tomorrow in the cellarium of Mrs. Vera Ashton's home. What's it supposed to mean? Just what it says. You will keep that appointment as scheduled. Mr. Harrison? Now, Mr. Harrison, allow me to present you to my dear friend, Countess Carla Moroney. Countess? Carla, darling, as I told you on the phone, Mr. Harrison is assistant director of the Federation of European Charities. Uh, do sit down, both of you. Thank you. Some tea, Carla? I can only stay a moment, Mrs. Ashton. You said you wanted to discuss something with me about our party here on Friday. Yes, I, uh, well, you see, Carla, darling, Mr. Harrison's been showing me amazing figures of the work of his organization in the rehabilitation of war orphans. And he has convinced me that the proceeds of our party should go to his group instead of Mrs. Ashton. Our party was arranged for the World Refugee Fund. Besides, the invitations are all out with my name on them. I'm sure the Countess won't mind lending her name to another worthy cause. I certainly do mind. Mrs. Ashton, unless you go through with our original plan, I'll have a great deal to say about it in my newspaper column. Good afternoon. Just a minute, Countess. Nice to use your car. Excuse us, Mrs. Ashton. This way, Countess. Countess, I want to talk to you about George Walsh. Walsh? Mm-hmm. That's the way you work the angle. He's my boss. And he's ready to offer you double the percentage you get now. I don't know what you're talking about. Countess, we know you're in the racket. Racket? What impudence? I'm at the Crescent Hotel, Countess. You can call me when you decide to accept Mr. Walsh's offer. Hello, Mr. Harding, Peters. How'd you make out, Peters? So far, so good. Okay, Dave. Hello? Hello? Oh, it's last. When did you get into Washington? About 20 minutes. I've got to see you at once. What's wrong? That trouble you anticipated. It's here, in Washington. Hey, mister, is that light? Yeah, here you are. Car in the corner, Peters. Mr. Harding's waiting for you. Drive over the biodec rope here. Right, chief. Now, Peters, the New York field office has just come up with some interesting information. It may be the tie-in we're looking for. Shoot. Three weeks ago, a man named Steve Polson was killed when he fell or jumped down an apartment house elevator shaft. It turns out that Polson was a croupier at the charity parties for the World Refugee Fund. Any evidence of murder? No, but the penthouse of that apartment building is leased by an Alfred C. Babson. And he dope on him, Dave? No, Babson's a society playboy, and the check-up shows he's been an invited guest to all the parties. And he's right here in Washington. Arrived less than an hour ago. Harding, car one, go ahead. Thanks. Peters, get back to your room at the Crescent. Now, if Countess Moroney's with Babson now, I think you can expect a phone call from her very shortly. 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Take home a carton of six big, big Pepsi bottles. Insist on Pepsi at the store. And say Pepsi at the fountain. Say Pepsi at the stand. Say Pepsi. Whenever you reach for refreshment, remember, why take less when Pepsi's best? And now, back to counters by. In a Washington hotel room, charity racketeer Alfred Bapsen and Countess Carla Moroney are discussing George Walsh's offer. Carla, Walsh's offer is double whatever I'm giving you. Alfred, I told you I can be trusted. Walsh, we better pull out of this caper. Yes, sir. Why? We heard Walsh is a tough customer with a mob of gorillas. Maybe, but I'm not letting this plum fall out of my hands into his lap. Carla, the first step is for you to call this man Harrison and arrange a meeting right away. You'll take him for a drive across the river. Why park here, Countess? I want to talk to you alone, Mr. Harrison, about the offer you made me on behalf of Mr. Walsh. You ready to switch over to the smart money? I've been thinking about it seriously. Can I tell Mr. Walsh it's all set? Yeah, you can tell Walsh it's all set. Hello, stranger. Okay, Countess, go take a walk. Yes. All right, zero. Nice day, Mr. Countess. Look, Harrison, my boss has a proposition for you, Mr. Walsh. And what's the gun for? Just to make sure you listen. Now, my boss figures there's plenty for two outfits in his territory. If you're Mr. Walsh wants to play nice, okay. If he don't, then there's a lot of shooting. And that means the law. And none of us make sound. And it's a deal? I'll have to talk to Mr. Walsh. What's his cup? He and my boss can talk that over. Where and when? You bring Walsh to the Ashton Dames big party tomorrow night. My boss will be out on the terrace. There'll be a white carnation in his buttonhole so you can spot him. A white carnation? You two show out on the terrace at 11, on the nose. Do you think Walsh will go for a set up like that? Mrs. Ashton's party at 11. The chief meets your boss. Yeah. Yeah, zero. I guarantee you my boss will go for a set up like that. All right, zero, get going. What took you two so long? Boss, I told John to phone. I closed the deal with Harrison. I took him to where he could get a cab back to Washington. And zero had to pick me up again. After all, this is my car. Very well. You keep driving around while zero. This is the safest place to talk. Has something new gone wrong, Alfred? No, but I'm sure Walsh will try everything to put me out of the way. But this time, Carla, he's meeting his master. No, Alfred, no more murders. I want to get out of this. Carla, there's only one way out of this for you. The way Paulson took. Now, zero, about the plan. This is to be timed to the split second. At Mrs. Ashton's house, there's a set of French windows which lead from the drawing room out to the terrace. Carla, at exactly four minutes before 11, you will go into the drawing room and switch on the lights. I want Walsh and Harrison silhouetted plainly against those French windows. I see. There's a row of bushes at the rear of the garden, a hundred yards from the terrace. I'll jockey Walsh and Harrison into position in front of the window. At 11.01, I light a cigarette. Zero, that will let you know you have exactly two minutes to get ready. I'll be ready. At 11.03, my alarm will go off. You won't hear at zero, so keep your eyes on your own watch. At 11.03, you fire with the telescopic sights. One shot for Walsh, one for Harrison. And remember, both of you, timing is everything. Dave, I've got something that could have helped us on this case. What is it? Well, I took our specifications for a miniature camera to one of the best manufacturers in the country. Told him the camera was to be used as standard equipment for all counter-spies. Their production engineer gulped a couple of times and put our camera on a priority basis. Well, here's a dummy model. Hey, Peter, this certainly is a honey. Simple to operate, sturdily built, and films can be bought anywhere. The manufacturer really did himself proud. He's even going to use a fast-ed lens for one thing, and the camera will be lighter in weight. When can we get these in quality? I'll phone him. You're okay. He'll start deliveries right away. Do it. It's too bad we couldn't use one of these cameras tonight on this badson case, chief. It'll be just the thing. Yeah, I'm sorry, Peter. But make your phone call. Let's go. We've got a bit of a ride out to Mrs. Ashton's house in Chevy Chase. What's the time, Peter? One minute of 11, Dave. There's the countess coming out of the drawing room, now Vera. Your cooperation is of the utmost importance. David, I'm worth any ten of your agents. I'll keep that miserable countess creature away from the terrace, all right? I'll talk a death, dumb and blind. Vera, I love you. Well, I'd better get started. One, Peter. Squat on the terrace. Down there by the French windows, Dave. That must be our man. White carnation in these lips now. Pardon me. You have the time? Oh, yeah. Just 11. We're on the nose. Zero said you wanted it. You hasn't? That's right. This is my boss, George Walsh. Walsh? This is a pleasure. My name's Alfred Babson. Babson, the pleasure's all mine. Chief's been looking forward to this meeting, Mr. Babson. Yes. And now, Babson, I'm sure I'm going to get just what I came for. Walsh, haven't I seen you someplace before? I've been seen a lot of places before. Cigarette wall? No, thank you. Allison? Thanks. Lime? Mm-hmm. Well, Walsh, we'll have everything settled in less than two minutes. We both know what we want, and I'm a sticker for time. I noticed that wristwatch of yours. That's an alarm on it. Nice gadget. No, thank you, I had it made especially. Now, Walsh, let's hear your plan. Okay, Babson, here's my plan. Walsh, don't try to get out of it, Babson. My arm. The more you struggle, the more it'll hurt. That's a hammer hole that she's got on you, Babson. Keep it up, and you'll have a broken arm. Why? That's better. What's the idea of this, caper? Go on, Babson, over to the French window. Oh, wait. What? I said, what French window? We can't stand here. No? Somebody will see us. We'd better go inside. We'll talk right here, and you've got only 60 seconds left. 60, Babson, only 60. You're right in front of me, Babson. When zero shoots from those bushes down there, you get it first. Wait. You know... After the Countess made the appointment to meet my assistant, I had her car wired for sound. What I heard you zero and the Countess say sounded very interesting. Babson, 45 seconds left. What? I'll be killed. Oh, not you shoot. 40 seconds, Babson. Now you're getting just what you gave Steve Poulsen. Ah, I had killed Poulsen. I couldn't trust him. 35 seconds left. Don't let zero shoot stop him. Walsh, I'll give you anything you want. Sounds as if you have an offer for me. 25 seconds, Babson. Walsh, I'll clear out of the charity racket. You take over the whole operation. Everything. The Countess goes with it. You can have it all. 15 seconds to go. Didn't you hear me? I'm giving you everything. 10. No! Don't shoot! Shoot! Now exactly three minutes past 11. It's me now! Don't shoot! Fired by one of my men as a signal, let me know that everything down there was under control. But zero. We got zero. And with your confession, Babson, the government closes this case. Government. Babson, while your mouth is open in that stupid gate, keep it that way. Mr. George Walsh, here is David Harding, Chief of the Countess Fund. That's right, Babson, and I can guarantee you personally when the time arrives for your trial that jury isn't going to show you any charity. When your friends drop in, be generous, but be thrifty too. Serve plenty of delicious Pepsi Cola. 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