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And now, to counter-spy. In a conference room and counter-spy headquarters in Washington, David Harding addresses a group of men around a long, shiny table. Gentlemen, I'm honored by the presence here of the governors of the several southern states covered by our counter-spy districts 9, 10 and 11. We realize that your state administrations are faced with a large criminal operation, selling illegally made alcohol and evading federal taxes. Peter, those figures, please. Yes, Mr. Harding. District 9, estimated tax loss, $221,000. District 10, $400,000. District 11, over half a million dollars. Now gentlemen, we don't yet know what gang makes that alcohol or where it's made, but all over your state, counter-spy squads are moving into action. All right, here comes the truck, boys. Don't let it get by. The floated with one gallon corn syrup can, that's what we're looking for. Okay, buddy, pull up. United States counter-spy. Please, it's a dance hall in Tevin. All right, men, mash down that door. The truck's coming fast, but it's got to be stopped. If the truck doesn't stop, blast the tires. Get those tires! So far, gentlemen, no useful leads have been obtained from truck drivers, tavern keepers, and others taken in these counter-spy raids. One lead of possible value has been found, however. My assistant, Harry Peters, is leaving tonight to investigate it. In Chicago. Hey, buddy, I'm looking for the main office of the famous planning and sister's corn syrup company. Is it in here? Ah, no, this is only the garage. The office is in that snazzy little building right across the street. Anybody here? I was looking for a secretary or a receptionist or something. That's a little blonde, eh, may you? What's your problem? I want to find out something about the famous planning and sister's. Why, Buster? I'm Harry Peters, United States counter-spy. Well, Peters, I got news for you. I'm the famous planning and sister's. You're the famous planning and sister's. All of them? Yeah, it's only a trade name and I bought the business a couple of years ago. My name's Hype Bartons, isn't it? Thank you, Mr. Jordan. I, uh, do you believe in large offices? Why not? I spend half my life here. Is this one of your cans, Mr. Jordan? A sample, yeah. That label, that is a portrait of the original planning and sister's vending over a hot stove, making their corn syrup according to, uh, a receipt handed down from mother to daughter. When you and me, the daughter should hand it back. Tell me, do you know what happens to your used cans? What? Well, do you take them back, for instance? Like milk bottles, you mean? No. Why? A lot of them seem to be used for shipping illegal alcohol around the country. Labels, if thought, of course. My cans where? Into the so-called monopoly states where liquor is sold only by state-owned liquor stores. Bootleg liquor undersells those stores very profitably because somebody forgets to pay the federal alcohol taxes. They figure around $3 million on this particular operation alone. Oh, you trace those cans to me. Mm-hmm. Who the manufacturer? Well, look around the place, Peter. I'll show you where we make the syrup and can it. 50-60 employees, that guy. I'll even show you the garage where we ship it out to stores and wholesalers. Maybe I'll even give you a couple of cans to take home to the little woman. Come on. This way. Hello, Milky. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Bet you with the Gordon? Listen, counterspies are sniffing around my plant here. Coach! So don't send any more clucks here from the still till you get word from me. Yeah, yeah. You had three trucks loaded and ready to roll out of your garage, didn't you? All right, Melty, and we'll be okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Peter's to Harding in Washington. No evidence of whatever at Hype Gordon's syrup plant to connect it or him with illegal alcohol manufacture. However, have sent agents to trail three loaded trucks that left his garage while I was there. Gordon himself also under surveillance. As three cars, including limousine with French chauffeur, the most expensive apartment hotel in Chicago is warming with uniformed flunkies. Gordon's rental at least 15,000 a year for lavishly furnished penthouse apartments. Leaping beauty. Oh. Wake up, sweetheart. Love a boy. All right. Working? What else? It's only 12.30s, isn't it? Say, uh, you got any belongings? I just fell asleep on a bad end waiting for you. Must be love. What's the matter? Famous Flanagan sisters and Uncle Sam. Holy smooth. I'm not sure yet. There's no time for you to get in trouble, love a boy. I still need that second. Hey, I asked you if we got any bologna pump in it. Oh, yeah. Thank you for coming with us to Chicago. And I have to keep bologna and pumpkin in the icebox. Refrigerator. What's the matter with bologna? Both legs and wine or something. But it's bologna. I'm pumping it. Thanks. How's the video? Please. I figured as long as I don't find out where my still is, they can't tie me up to it. I'm just gonna sit around and smile. And after a while, the conversation will figure out I'm an innocent victim. Go away. Oh, he smock-eyed somebody at the door without being announced. Maybe it's kind of spying. You go on down the hall of the bedroom. Stay there. Go on, go on. Hypo, well, well, see, you look just exactly the way I thought you would. Yes, sir. Not one hair out of place. Press the pledge, Hypo, boy. It's good to see you. Well, Sam, hell, I'll let go of my hand. But yes, how'd you get past the dormant? Oh, my, yes. Do you mind if I drop my suitcase right here? Ah, I'm Sam. Sam? Sam Vandervoy. Your wife's brother, Sam. Sam? Oh, Sam. Well, how are you? Oh, great hype. Great, just great. You see, I hopped the rattler out of St. Louis World today, made up my mind to hit for the Winnie City. You know, for a decent job, I need scope hype in there. I'm in St. Louis. And I, uh, I come on ahead of Gladys so I could sneak in a couple of hot night clubs, you know. Ha! Ha! Ha! Gladys, uh, coming through. Oh, sure, sure. You see, we thought it was about time we met the man, my little sister, Vinnie, married last year. You see, you've got a mighty class. He's joined around here. Kind of small, ain't it? As all these Vinnie and me, uh, I'm gonna tell you. Oh, no, hold it, hold it. Don't bother, hype, don't bother. It makes my good bed down right here. Uh-oh. They ain't just one of them solvents that open up into a bed. Ha! It's a big number, too. What? Well, you know, Gladys and I wouldn't want inconvenience in that. We'll be mighty comfortable right here in the living room. You mean, uh, you, uh, Vinnie, I wouldn't dream of hurting my feelings by going to no hotel. Uh, by the... Oh, oh. Bologna and Pumpernickel, huh? Good, right. Good. Yeah, honey, I'm sorry, there's no frauds like that. Oh, don't feel bad about that, hype, I love Bologna and Pumpernickel. The valence report concerning the trucks followed from famous Flanagan sisters' corn syrup company garage. They proceeded south by various routes to make deliveries to 18 illegal liquor users. They are being kept under observation. Relay this report to Mr. Harding in Contest by Plain One on route Chicago. Dave, I'm sure glad you're here in Chicago. This new development nails it right to Hype Gordon. He himself ships out alcohol under cover of shipping out corn syrup. But where is the alcohol made? I see only one thing to do, Peter. Pull a new series of raids from the farmers in the southern districts that might scare him in the revealing where his stills located. This tavern is being padlocked for violation of the law. Watch those rear windows they're trying to get away. All right, step on it, Jack. We'll be late for the next raid. They're shooting at him. Clash the lock off that door. Hello, milky. Hey, Hype. Take it apart or something. You know about all these new Contest by raids? Listen, milky. They can raid every joint in the country. Won't mean nothing to us so long as they don't locate the still. And they won't so long as I don't go there so the Contest spies can tear me. You just keep your head down and sit tight. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Sit tight. We ought to do something. No. This was another mob muscly in or something like those West Side guys two years ago I'd go after them with guns. This has to be plain close to the vest. Okay, Mr. Gordon. I suppose I have to call you later tonight. You're home? Home. I can't go home till way later. My brother-in-law's visiting it. What a schmo. You're true, milky. I can't. My wife sticks up for him. I'm not about my wife. And there's my sister-in-law Gladys. She's tall and skinny. She talks. Talk, talk, talk. And I never dream of messing with him. Only after all, you're my sister-in-law. And you know how Sam would never say a word unless he was sure. He said just now that he wasn't sure. But after all, a wife ought to know how her husband earns his money. And after all, you only knew Hype three weeks before you married. I know that, and Sam was always good to me. Especially after Pop died back home. But that doesn't give him or you the right to criticize Hype. I'm not too bothered. Well, all Sam said was that he didn't think that famous Lannigan's sister's corn syrup company was very successful. And still, you and Hype have three cars. And you've got four closets full of clothes and that diamond ring. And then yesterday, Sam followed Hype around the city. And Hype didn't go anywhere near any customers. Sam's been cleaning. I mean, snooping around after Hype. Oh, that's contemptible. Oh, Hype, you're awfully late. A lot of work for me. I'm all about it. Hello. Vinnie, I'm going to have some bologna and pomp and nickel. Where's Sam? In the kitchen, having some bologna and pomp and nickel. Time to hit the hay, Vinnie. Yeah. Good night, Gladys. Good night, Vinnie. Good night, Gladys. Vinnie, the guy drives me nuts. Who? Oh, Sam. I'm Gladys. Now, listen, sweetheart, how about taking him out? Well, he won't be staying much longer. What do you mean, two years? Now, lover boy. They drive me nuts. I'm always in a way. I sleep on a sofa. Dive in. Borrow's my shirts. He's my bologna and pomp and nickel. I'll show you. It's getting so the only pleasure I have at home. Just taking off my shoes. I can't throw Sam and Gladys out, lover boy. They're all the family I got left. Vinnie. Vinnie and my customers down south got raided. Oh. I need a clear head, Vinnie. And that small brother of yours gets me so mad I can't think straight. First thing you know, I'll do something dumb. And, honey, it'll be his fault. I'll murder the guy. Good night. Not so long. Night. Where are my pajamas? Sam got my pajamas? On the pillow. Hi, boy. I guess this is no time for you to be upset. I better tell you instead of you finding it out. Find out what? Well... What? No. He follows me around. Sam, that iron-headed clam digger. I'll bring him now. So help me. Where's Sam? He'll have my slippers. I suppose he's got them too. I love her, boy. Now, please don't make a scene. I'll get rid of them both by Saturday. I promise. I love her, boy. In just a moment, we'll return to counters five. Brought to you by Pepsi-Cola. Pepsi-Cola. Pips a spot. Two full glasses. That's a lot. Lots more value. Lots more zest. Why take less when Pepsi's best? More and more among fellows and girls among mothers and dads. You hear that same and sensible question. Why take less when Pepsi's best? No budget, no allowance, ever had a better friend than tangy, sparkling Pepsi-Cola. Because one big 12-ounce Pepsi bottle gives you two delicious drinks. That's twice as much tangy taste. 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Well, I've got one notion that might be useful. Did you notice in these reports about Hype Gordon's brother and sister-in-law visiting? And driving him crazy, yes. Peter's relatives and in-laws often make trouble for decent people. Why not trouble for crooks, too? I think this Mr. Sam Vandevort might be a lot of help to us. With a push from you. And Sam, maybe I shouldn't have said anything about you falling Hype around, but it just sort of popped out. Oh, well, glad if it don't make no difference. I couldn't find anything out anyway. I guess I'll have to go back to St. Louis Saturday, maybe. Where are they tonight, Hype and Finney? I don't know. We got the apartment all to ourselves, and I must say it's a relief to have a little privacy. Oh, somebody at the door. You go, Sam, and if it's a telegram, you'd better open it in case it's important. All right. Yeah? Is this Hype and Hype Gordon? No. No, he's not. Can I give him a message? Your friend is? No, I'm his brother-in-law. Well, give him this message, would you? Rush, tell him to get out to the still right away. Get out to the still right away? What name will I tell him? You'll know where the message is from, so long. Who was it, Sam? Telegram and special delivery? Sam, I ask you a question. Why don't you answer me? Sam, something's happened. I can always tell by your face whenever you've got an idea. Now, why don't you tell me? I said, I was thinking of Sam. Oh, shut up, will you? I'm trying to think. Finney, Finney, it's me. At the athletic club like I told you. Where are you? I drove. Melky, the other man... Finney, are you with the still? With Sam? I could. I'm gonna kill somebody for it. Don't move. Don't do anything. I'll come right out. But me, I was only trying to help. Help! Help! You and Sam together, you've made me do the one thing I swore I'd never do. Come out to the still so I could be tailed. Pipe, you got me and Finney all wrong about that. Sam, you shut up. Now, why don't you bring that idiot along for two? Me? Look, I'll look all of you. I'm trying to find the head on. Ah, and what happened? Now, what happened? Well, while we were out, you and me, Daddy, it's Hype. A guy come to the door with a message for you. They get out to the still right away. What guy? Melky wouldn't send a guy, it's wrong. Until you came out. Sam, what did you put in? No, Hype, you'd better listen to what I got to say. Tell him, Sam. Gladys, you shut up, I'll brain you. All right, let's have it, Sam. Don't worry about it, don't you? But I figured out right from the start, you had a racket, and the minute that guy talked about it, still I was sure of it. So, so? So, I want a job here, working for you. We're at the famous Flannagan sisters' corn syrup company. Where else I talk? Sam, you told me you only wanted to help, Hype. Shut up, Finney. You'll talk, Sam. With a counter-spot. Hope right, I, as you listen to me. Now, hold your horses, Hype. I won't talk. Talk, you big baboon, you! That message wasn't for Melky. It was a counter-spot gag, a trap, and you walked into it when I got to walk into it, too, to get you out. Give me a job, he says. Give me a job, you rock kid. I might be out of business all together before morning. Oh, Hype. I don't buy all that hype. You can't brush me off that easy. What? Finney, I want out of the car. I'll douse all the lights in here. Sam, you went. You and Gladys come out with me. I'll show you something. There you see, Sam. What are my flashlight shows now? The alcohol's made up stairs. From here through this cell of the alcohol gets piped to my corn syrup factory. Our pipeline runs two miles in an abandoned sewer we found. Gosh, what a setup. Hype, I sure got it. Yeah, it's remarkable. Sam, how would you like to stay here? Work here? Sam, Sam, he's up to us. Hype, you take us out of this cell at this minute. Yeah, yeah, Hype. Let's talk about it outside. Well, talk right here. I don't believe there was any message. You rushed Finney off her feet and now you want to sneak out and squeal on me. You're a rotten, con as vice tool. What, me? You're crazy. You got it all. Hype, you're having a lot of alcohol. Sam will be quiet. You stay here with him, Gladys. It's dark. It's no air. We'll die down here, you murderer. No, it's not. No! It's a long both of this. For good. Watch outside like I told you. Well, this thing's carved all around. It could be easier. Holy smoke, we've got to get out of here. We can't leave Sam and Gladys. Never mind them. Come on, it's a side door. But Sam and Gladys... What? Well, that doorway over there from the cellar where you were just sawed by Sam. Gordon, Mrs. Gordon, stand where you are. Founder's five, Gordon. Finney was stuck, stuck, stuck. Oh, good, Gordon, drop the gun. Stop resisting, Gordon. You and all of your men are under arrest for making and selling illegal alcohol. 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