 Washington calling counter-spire. Washington calling counter-spire. Washington fighting against enemy spies within our borders. Senate hates more army of men and women highly trained to protect us from professional enemy spies within our borders. Imagine chief counter-spire them all. All in the dark, swampy, sustaining coupons show a forgery of nearly a minute up to crack, Mr. Harding. Half a million forged gasoline coupons. Bud counterfeiting or altering gas perhaps worse. Here goes that deep, Mr. Harding. Mr. Harding, concerning those hundred counterfeit gasoline coupons, Mr. Harding, they were printed on Wilson's day company out west. Check every one of those companies, Mr. Harding. I want the names and addresses of all ships, Mr. Harding. Yes, Bud. It does. Well, passing these counterfeit gasoline coupons are under Mr. Bixby for ink analysis. He has some very interesting reports. Good. What is your ink analysis of these counterfeit gasoline coupons, Mr. Harding? Well, Mr. Harding, an analysis shows the ink was compounded with hydrochloric solutions of galic and tannic iron salts, with the usual sugar and gum maramic presence. Applying a reagent of 3% of phallic acid, may the counterfeiters ink disappear? Well, let me go at any gink of the genuine coupons were unaltered. How many concerns the manufacturer of this certain type of ink, Mr. Bixby? Three. One is a very small one, and sells almost entirely in northern New England. Mr. Bixby, cover all of these compounded hydrochloric... Yes, sir. Check all of their shipments over the past nine months. Give me the address of every shipment that they've made. Yes, sir. Bud, pack your suitcase and meet me at 11 tonight at the base airfield. Yes, sir. Close for a warm climate or a cold, Mr. Harding? Hot. What did you find out from those statistical reports? Well, our statistical department has reported, Bud, that a number of shipments of gasoline have been made by six different companies to a certain gasoline-launched supply station along the main road in the Everglades. We also found out that a certain shipment of Willis and Paper was also printed on Willis and Paper. Yes. And also each, similar to that used on the counterfeiters coupons, was also shipped to this gasoline station. Hey, that's hot. Exactly what kind of a filling station is it, Mr. Harding? Are you familiar with the Everglades, Bud? Oh, no, I'm not. Well, there's one main road which has been 40 different little islands. On a few of these are gasoline stations. This gasoline station in question is just about 100 feet off the main road. It services automobiles and also fishing boats. Yes, but how could it service any enemy submarine? People are driving over that road constantly. There must be some neighbors down there. That's the catch. That's what you and I've got to find out about. If anything wrong is going on down there, a mighty clever device is being used. What's your plan, sir? Well, in the morning, we'll land in Miami. We'll get an oil truck, fill it full of gasoline, and find out when the delivery is supposed to be made to this gasoline station. Then you and I will make the delivery. Did we deliver the gasoline at night? There's no sense in surmising or guessing, Bud. Just got to wait and see what they're looking for. Let's see if we can see ours. Go from the native oil refinery in Miami. That's us, buddy. Drive out on the dock. Well, that little door? Well, that holder? They've got trucks than yours that have been out there, buddy. Go ahead. Okay. If we go through it, it'll be off here, but not yours. Make quick time. Yeah, we've got it all the way from Miami. Man, it sure is dark out here. I'd use my flashlight. Put this there. We've got a tank under the dock. That's the pipeline to your left. Okay. I need a drink? No, you can have two to cap at your hand. Yeah, okay, Bud. I've got the holes coming up. Come on, Rob, hold it. Come, Paul. Yes, you are. The thing to film, do you want a drink, mister? Sure. I'm not supposed to touch it while I'm on duty, but I guess the little one wouldn't hide in the hand. Here's a bottle. Help yourself. Thanks. I think I always carry two bottles. One for a friend and one for myself. I'll take a little nip out of mine. Here's to you. Here's to you guys. Oh, that's not what a lumbering fool I am. What'd you do? Drop your bottle? Yeah, more slug it here on the top of this iron stanchion and bust it. Yeah. You'll have to have a nip out of this other bottle then. Oh. Come on, do you understand it living down here? Nobody for five miles on either side of you. Oh, yeah? Got it spinning. What's that? Alligator. Just one of the Nathans. You get contact. Harding calling J-8 Palm Beach. All counter-spires on Florida, East and West Coast to investigate all ocean-going tugs. Check the last five or six feet of their rope harvors. I broke a bottle of nitric acid on iron hemp fibers of harvors. Notify immediately of any tug having harvors burned at end. Return 535 to Ms. 14 Miles. We'll have to get from her home to the gasoline station. She was going 10 hours. That leaves six and a half hours of her time to be accounted for. That's right. Six and one half hours. The Navy and a tug which makes 14. That means in two and one half hours a tug could cover 25 miles. Beautiful deduction, Mr. Harding. Good reasoning, but where does it get us? What makes you think she did pick up a 10,000 gallon barge at the gasoline station in question? Where was the barge? Oh, but I haven't been into the gasoline hose in 45 minutes. The pipe was full of a dock with a floating tank that went up and down with a flasher. Exactly. But under the dock again. Well, through the counters by headquarters of Washington. Have the contact relay to our field testers. You're starting to get apart. The whole inside is spurned as if there were acid in the gasoline. That cannot be. I'm afraid, sir, it is beyond repair. And the other mode is giving us trouble. That's not possible. Who turned off the lights? Switch on the lights, you fool. It still appears having the same trouble with our gasoline generators. Switch the colors to the batteries. You must repair them. We'll get the mercy of the Americans. Are you sure it's trouble from the gasoline? Yes, sir. The carburetor and filters in the gasoline lines have always been eaten away by acid. Dumb and lewd. Notify Herr Himmler once. Tell him we're rules. Notify Herr Pitchman in New York. It's his fault. German submarine of Florida Coast. New Herr Himmler Berlin. Submarine also trying to contact the stop-o-agent in this country. But Canada's yet locate contact point. That means it gets to notify Florida police. New York License Bureau, as you requested. Your call is being relayed directly to me. This is Harding. I'm Phil and Ma'am. Harding, Clay. Listen in to our conversation. I'll check in on Pitchman. And you should hear from him within the next two minutes. Excellent, Baxter. I'm using your head. That's like piling clerks. If you're listening on this wavelength, come in as soon as possible. Time's an important hour. Turn to state. August 24th, 1940. Bachelor, sworn in Gestapo at Hamburg, 1937. Check his operators of that gasoline. Gestapo settles those imbeciles.