 Luck presents Hollywood. Leverbrothers Company, the makers of Luck's Flakes, bring you the Luck Radio Theatre, starring Mark Stevens, Richard Whitmark, and Lloyd Nolan in The Street With No Name. Ladies and gentlemen, your producer, Mr. William Keely. Greetings from Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen. There's an invisible battle raging constantly throughout this land. Tonight's play is the story of one incident in this battle between a ruthless underworld and the relentless courage of the men of the FBI. The play is The Street With No Name, and while directing the picture for 20th Century Fox, I had the privilege of working closely with the director of the FBI, Mr. J. Edgar Hoover, and seeing firsthand the machine-like precision of the Bureau. Tonight we have the same three stars who were in the picture, Mark Stevens, Richard Whitmark, and Lloyd Nolan. Three accomplished players who bring the ring of cold truth to this fight between the champions of the law and the forces of evil. Of course, the housewives in our audience are waging a daily battle of their own these days, and many of them have chosen Luck's Flakes as an ally. Their fight is to make nice things stay new-looking longer, a perfect assignment for Luck's Flakes. And our stars have their assignments, so the curtain rises on the street with no name, starring Mark Stevens as Jean Gordell, Richard Whitmark as Alex Stiles, and Lloyd Nolan as Inspector Briggs. Some months ago, late at night, a group of men entered the Meadowbrook Club, a typical roadhouse on the outskirts of Center City. They drew guns, and their leader... This is a stick up! Hands on the table and don't move! Come on, come on, snap it up! All right, get up against the wall. Methodically, the men proceeded to line the guests up against the wall. Come on, you're so fresh now! Unfortunately, a woman became hysterical. She screamed. Ahhhhh! Oh no! Oh no! Victim Helen Jannings housewife, survivors, husband and two children. The bullet that killed Mrs. Jannings was sent by the Center City police to FBI headquarters in Washington, examined and carefully cataloged. Five days later, also in Center City, a guard was murdered while trying to prevent the holdup of a bank. Two murders within five days in the same city. This bank robbery, a violation of a federal statute, gave the FBI jurisdiction to come in actively on the case. It was assigned to Inspector George A. Briggs. Briggs went at once to Center City. He was met by Richard Atkins, special agent in charge of the FBI field office. Well, your hunch was right, Atkins. The bullet that killed the bank guard came from the same gun that killed the Jannings woman, a Luger automatic. Tell me, are you getting any help from the police? Full cooperation. Harmots, he's the chief and Lieutenant Stoller, the homicide squad. Yes, you mentioned a man named Demery. Oh yes, a member of the city council, chairman of the police advisory board. There's an election coming up. Funny how certain politicians discover there's a police department just before an election. If it's all right with you, Inspector, suppose we go straight to police headquarters. Chief Harmots, Lieutenant Stoller and Councilman Demery, Inspector Briggs. How are you doing, gentlemen? As a councilman, I'm certainly glad to see you, Inspector. We can use a little help right now. I guess Atkins has told you where we stand. I told him he can expect full cooperation, Chief. Of course, there's no point trying to kid you, Inspector. Things here are in a pretty bad way as crime has really moved into this town. Oh, now don't misunderstand me, Chief. Nobody's blaming you. You need more help than we've given you. The mayor and the council recognize that. But neither recriminations, no promises will give us results. And that's what we've got to get. So I don't mind saying I feel a lot better with Chief Briggs here. Well, as far as the police department's concerned, we're... Excuse me. Yes? Good. That's more like it. Bring him in. Well, maybe we've got our first break. What does that mean? A couple of the boys just picked up a suspect. Looks good. They're bringing him in now. The suspect looked very good. Robert Danker, age 24, tough guy, police record. But Danker refused to confess. Now, you better stop this double talk, Danker, and start giving us some facts. What time did you leave the Meadowbrook the night of the holdout? I told you, I was never in that clip joint. You're certain of that? Sure I'm certain. Well, then what about this? This driver's license. State of California made out to Robert Danker. Is it yours? Yeah. Yeah, it's mine. This license was found on the floor of the Meadowbrook, right after Helen Jennings was murdered. And you tell us you weren't there. That's the guy who swiped with how it got there. It's a frame. Who's framing you? I'll take care of him myself. Love, if you're being framed, we want to help you. Use your head, Danker. Your best chance to clear yourself is to prove you were framed. I'll prove it my own way when I get out of here. That may not be so easy. Okay, I'll take my chances. You claim that you were in Chicago the night of the holdout? Yeah, I was. Well, have you got any proof of that? Who saw you there? Look, it's a city. Nobody sees you in the city. Well, what about a room clerk? Landlady? I didn't have no room. Where'd you sleep that night? Under a new building going up near the freight yard. Now, Danker, this jacket you're wearing, what's this spot, this red spot here near the shoulder? It's paint. Red paint to come off a girder in the cellar of the building where I hold up. All right, Danker. Take it off. It's paint, I tell you. What are you booking me on? For the time being, suspicion of robbery. Danker's jacket was sent immediately to the FBI laboratories for microscopic examination and chemical analysis. They teletype their findings to our office in Center City. Lieutenant Staller was with the chief when I arrived at police headquarters. Well, what's the score, Dr. Well, Staller, the red paint was paint. The red spot was paint. Danker is innocent. Innocent? That's right, chief. That girder was painted at 5.30 on the afternoon of the murder. It was quick drying paint, six to eight hours. The paint penetrated Danker's jacket just enough to show that it was almost dry at the time that Danker rubbed against it. Well, the kid was trying to know that driver's life. Now, if we can get him to open up about that license when he lost it or if he lent it to somebody. Well, let's go talk to him now. I, uh, I've got to run along. Let me know how you make out, Staller. So we went to the jail. Lieutenant Staller and I. Only Danker wasn't there. Early that morning, he'd been released on bail. Bail furnished by the personal bonding company. Their office was right across the street. That's right, gentlemen. $5,000 bail for one Robert Danker. You mind telling us who put up the money? Oh, no, no, the toll. It's right here on the card, John Smith. Ah, you know this Mr. Smith. Never met him before in all my life. Wouldn't know him if I saw him again. Any address? Yes, but I think you'll find it just as funny as the name. They all do it. Here, Hotel Conlon. All right, let's go, Staller. Glad to help you boys any time at all. That night, at 20 minutes past 11, a body with numerous knife wounds was found on the main highway leading from Center City. It was identified as Robert Danker. I spent the next day with Atkins, our field agent, getting together certain essential information about Center City. I then returned to Washington. This case wasn't for me, and it wasn't for Atkins. It would have to be handled by someone who had never been seen in Center City before. By someone uniquely qualified for a very tough assignment. Ten days later, I had picked him out. His name, Gene Cordell. I was going over the case with Cordell when Psy Gordon came into my office. Hello, Inspector. Tell me you got a job for me. Yeah, pull up a chair, Psy. Oh, I don't suppose you know Gene Cordell? Doesn't know me. Who brought me into the bureau? Kebby from being a wealthy lawyer. Oh, yes, I. Glad to see you again, Gene. Oh, I was just telling Gene about this Center City affair now. It's pretty obvious that the same gang that pulled the bank robbery also pulled the Meadowbrook job and framed Robert Danker. Gene, take a look at these maps. Now, we know that Danker's hangout was right here in this section. Skid Row, huh? That's right, Skid Row. Here's Dark Street. Here's where Danker had a room. Royal Hotel. These are the various pool rooms and dives he was known to hang out in. And here's the Dark Street gym. Gym? That's right. Up one floor from the street for prize fighters. It's a place to train a few sparring rings. It's also a hangout for hoodlums and gamblers. Since the war, at least half a dozen gangs have sprung up in this one area alone. And I'm convinced that one of them is responsible for the murders of the Janine's girls, the bank guards, and now Danker. Now, Gene, you're going to follow when Danker's footsteps drift into Center City sometime next week. Get a room at the Royal Hotel and start trying to work yourself in. Psy here's going with you. I couldn't ask for anyone better. This is a one-man job, Gene. Psy will only be your contact. He'll get a room across the street from the Royal Hotel and put in a radio. And as soon as you learn anything, pass it on to him. Now, this Danker was a tough kid who knew his way around. You ought to be his carbon copy. Now, I'll tell you exactly what I've got in my mind. Well, that's how Gene Cordell went to Center City with Psy Gordon as his liaison. You're going to hear now what happened to him there. And I guess the best way to reconstruct it is to give you the facts just as they occurred. For two weeks, Gene Cordell, now using the name of George Manley, bummed around Skid Row, pool rooms, beer parlors, any place where he could be seen and accepted as a mug who knew his way around. Smart talking, tough. And then Gene started showing up in the Dock Street gym. What's Gene's point? In ring number two, a baby McGee and now going in to get down on ring number one, did you have boxing fresh bag? Gene Cordell knew a little something about boxing himself. He started a needle, one of the fighters. Hey, Gerino, step in with that left jab. What's the matter with you? Keep it up high. Okay now, shoot the right. Shoot it. Oh, get some brains. You're telegraphing it. Hey, nope. Dry up, will you? Counterpunch killer, throw your counterpunch. Keep your right up, Gerino. Blocked when he hooks. Blocked. Now, luck buster. Take off. You a strainer? Yeah, I'm a strainer. What about it? What are you trying to for? A quick dive? Come on. Keep your left up, suckery. Say your ears off. All right, wise guy. I'm trying to help you, boy. I could use a little sharpening out. Open your teeth once more and go help me out while you... He bought a ticket to come in and watch, didn't he? All right, don't give him no trouble. I sent him a layoff. Maybe you could show the kid a couple of things, huh? Could be. I'll give you five bucks if you can go one round. Make it ten. You got a deal. Hey, Matty, get the, uh, champ some gear. He's going in there with the kid. Gene went three rounds. He took something of a shellacking, but I guess he figured it was worth it. A few minutes later in the dressing room. Not bad, not bad. Hey, you owe me 30 bucks. Yeah, take it, suckers. Okay, thanks. Hey, uh, Alex Stiles, huh? Yeah, I'm Alex Stiles, huh? Some of the boys, they, uh, they point me out here. You on this place, huh? You ever think of getting your teeth knocked in for more than just laughs? Not anymore, I don't. Easy way's not to, uh, pick up a quick buck. Yeah. For instance, maybe I'll let you know when I've, uh, run through your 30. Around the corner from the Doc Street gym is a penny arcade. Cordell and Gordon had picked it as one of their meeting places. Cordell was playing a pinball machine when Gordon wandered in and started playing the one next to him. I think I've got to leave. Go ahead, Doc Street gym. Somebody went through my wallet, lifted my Social Security card. Good, fine. Now, what you better do is it, take it easy, cop. Just a minute, dude. Oh, me? What's the matter? What's your name? What's it to you? Come on, let's have it. Manly. George Manly? Yeah. You're under arrest. Now wait a minute, what for? Next time you break into a jewelry store, don't leave your Social Security card. Let's go, Manly. This is Gordon calling WFBI. Gordon calling WFBI. Come in, Gordon. Get this to Briggs, Washington. Cordell arrested early tonight. Suspicion of robbery. Tell Briggs, Danker's shoes fit Cordell perfectly. That's all. Two days later, a routine request, one of approximately 26,000 received daily by the FBI in Washington, came into the identification division from the police department of Center City. It asked for the complete file of a suspect under arrest for robbery. Name, George Manly. To prevent exposing George Manly's real identity, we sent a fake criminal record back to the Center City police and the following day by a teletype. Briggs from Atkins, Center City. George Manly released today on bail. Bail posted by John Smith. Bail posted by John Smith. Yes. What had happened to Robert Danker was happening to Agent Gene Cordell, step by step. Psy Gordon was right. The shoes fit perfectly. Good morning, sir. Good evening, sir. How's it going? We spoke to Donald. Hello, Georgie. Well, I haven't seen you around lately. How'd you know my name? Oh, I know lots of things, Georgie. Been away, yeah? Yeah, weekend in the country. Courtesy of the city, yeah? Yeah, something like that. Hey, wait a minute. What's your hurry, Georgie? What goes down? Nothing, nothing at all. I, uh, I was just thinking that, uh, maybe we ought to get to know each other better. You busy tonight? Not yet, I ain't. Then you're invited. Where? You'll find out later. A friend of mine will pick you up around nine o'clock. The Royal, isn't it? Crummy joint. See ya, Georgie. Want a drink, coming? Good, darling. Great. How about getting a little beer? Be a mind your breathing down my neck. My affectionate husband. What am I supposed to do around here? You playin' the piano and all your high-class friends playin' poker. Sometimes... Good Lord. Answer it. But what did you think I was gonna do? Hi, Chevy, come on in. Oh, I'm a stranger. Hello, Georgie. Hi. Anything else, boss? No. Get yourself a hand in the poker game. Okay. Hey, yeah. Your friend there, don't talk much, does he? Chevy? No. No, Georgie, none of my friends talk very much. Come on, I want to see you alone. Sit down. What's your racket? What's yours? Sweet job you pulled in Pittsburgh. Smart? No conviction. Pittsburgh? I ain't never been in Pittsburgh. No? How about San Diego, April 47th? Suspicion of armed robbery, no conviction. You got me crossed. How about Philly, last December? Grand larceny, no conviction. Miami, Richmond, Trenton, no conviction. Look, what are you selling? Here. Take a look at this report. A report direct from the FBI. Or should I say indirect? Through my pipeline here in Center City. In the police department, Georgie. I don't get it. That's what goes... I'm sorry about that weekend I gave you, but... You see, I'm building an organization along scientific lines. I need men who know their way around. Who can get by. That's why I screened you. Screened? Sure, just like in the Army. I spot a guy who looks good. So what do I do? I get him framed. The cops check his records through the FBI. The report comes through, I get the report. That's my own idea. It takes connections, but I've got that. Hey, this report on me here. I ought to be back in the police files, huh, Georgie? It'll get back. Not bad. Coming in, Georgie. But if that's an offer, I'm sure grabbing it. It's an offer. Yeah, but wait a minute. What about my hearing? I'm supposed to shop on Court Friday. That'll be fixed. Forget it. Oh, uh, there's just one little thing you better get straight, Georgie. I do the thinking. I give the orders. That's okay by me, boss. You know, I want to like you, Georgie. You catch how sad. Yeah, buy yourself a closet full of clothes. I like my boys to look sharp. WFBI, Colin Gordon. WFBI, Colin Gordon. Come in, WFBI. Inspector Briggs just arrived from Washington. Good, put him on. Hello, Si. Nothing new from Gene, huh? Oh, Jen, Inspector. It's going to be a lot harder to contact from now on. He's with the styles gang now most of the time. I want to see him as soon as possible. Have you any idea how? Well, today's Thursday. The usual meeting place for Thursdays is at night. There's a lunch wagon near the bay. Last Thursday leaves at 10.30. Suppose you're on that ferry, Inspector. I'll try to have him join you. Good, and I'll be on the ferry. Incidentally, I'm getting awful tired. Looking like a bum. Living like a bum, acting like a bum. You keep your shirt on and arrange that meeting for me. What'd I say, mister? Copy that. Out of doughnuts. Okay, give me some pie. Out of pie. Toast. You won't get an argument out of me, honey? Toast. Evening. Coffee? Yeah, a hamburger. With? Everything. Okay. I miss. When's the next ferry? Every hour and a half hour. And by God the way, one other at house. Hey, never mind that toast, lady. I just remembered something. What's the matter with him? Hold that toast, Eddie. We lost one. By the time the ferry returned to center city that night, Jean had convinced me that Stiles' gang was the one we were after. The important thing now is to secure concrete evidence and ferret out who in the police department was making our records available to Alex Stiles. I saw Jean leave the ferry and disappear up the street, heading in the direction of the Royal Hotel. I was kind of late, ain't you, manly? Shibby. Yeah. What's your idea? Well, you've been Georgie. Took a ferry? Cross the river. Yeah, I was telling you most of the night. What'd you take a ferry for? Alex gets kind of curious about a new boy, likes to know what they do with their spare time. What'd you take a ferry for? You trying to scare me with that knife? Put it away. I said, what'd you take a ferry for? What's it to you? What'd you try to pull? Look, you've got a long nose, Shibby. Why don't you keep to yourself? Look, wise guy, from now on, you've got no business. This ain't Alex's business. You mean I got to share my special phone numbers with you guys? The dame? So that was it. You know, I kind of figured that. Well, the boss just wanted to play it safe. What's the matter with the dames this side of the river? Well, for one thing, too much competition. Be at Alex's apartment tomorrow afternoon at 2 o'clock. I think maybe something's up. That's all, George. Gordon calling WFBI. Gordon calling WFBI. Come in, Gordon. Get this to Inspector Briggs right away. The Stiles gang is planning a hold up tonight. This is Briggs' side where and when? There was no further information. Cordell unable to make usual contact this afternoon. I passed him on the street, but he couldn't stop. He had time to tell me that much and no more. Is he contacting you again? If he can. I'm watching his room now across the street. He isn't there. He comes back before tonight. I may be able to give you something. Okay, sir. Thanks. We'll be waiting. Atkins, better alert all the men. We may be needing them tonight. And now here's our Hollywood reporter, Libby Colton. May I say, Libby, how charming you looked at the premiere of Command Decision? Well, I thank you, Mr. Keely. But the men took the spotlight. You know, I think that's one of the most moving stories to come out of World War II. Having been in the Air Force myself, I found it especially interesting. Metro Golden Mayor has done a masterly job of adapting it from the New York stage hit. I'm delighted they released it in time to qualify for the 1948 Academy Award. Isn't Clark Gable magnificent as the forceful General Dennis? The role is made to order for him. A brilliant job of casting all around. Walter Pigeon is tremendously effective as another Air Force general, since Van Johnson provides the picture with its lighter moments, with his portrayal of the amably disillusioned sergeant. And Brian Donlevy is perfect as General Cliff Garnett. With such a terrific all-male cast, I didn't even miss the girls. But I wish I had been on the set of Command Decision to pick up a few souvenirs. Like the flyers, nylon scarves? Oh, I can see, John. You remember how the girls loved to get them during the war. They make wonderful blouses, and nylon luxes beautifully. Especially with tiny diamonds of luxe. They're so fast, they burst into suds, the instant water touches them. Make richer suds, too, that last and last. Another nice thing about nylon blouses and sweaters, they don't need ironing. It's easy to keep all nice washables lovely longer with the new tiny diamonds of luxe. Tests show that colors stay lovely up to three times as long with luxe flakes' care. That's why it's foolish to risk fading or damage from wrong washing methods. Do you know makers of nice washables recommend luxe flakes 33 to 1? They're so gentle and safe. Now, our producer, William Keeley, hacked two of the street with no name, starring Mark Stevens as Jean Gordell, Richard Widmark as Alex Stiles, and Lloyd Nolan as Inspector Breit. Yes, Jean had succeeded in getting word to us that the Alex Stiles gang was preparing to pull another job. But what job? We had to have the details. All afternoon, Psy Gordell from his room across the street kept his eyes glued on Jean's window. But the shade remained up, which meant Jean was out. He was with the Stiles gang, and Alex Stiles apart. All right, all right, that's how we're going to pull this job. And just to make sure you guys are as smart as you think you are, play it back for me. Okay. 25 after 10, I drive up with you to the gate of the Willard Mansion. You're in the back seat, all dressed up in a monkey suit. Get on with it, Matty. Well, a guy at the gate takes us for one of the invited characters, so he lets us through. And once through the gate, I get out of the car and, boing! Rock him to sleep. Okay. Come on, come on. I pull him to car number two and keep the motor running. Same here in the third car. Just the third car pulls in. I'm cutting the wires to switchbox. Then I start whistling. And when Whitey whistles, me and Mutt get out of the car and go in the back door to the kitchen. All right, stand by and keep the motor running. At 10, 35 minutes later, Monk, Georgie, me and you, we're going in through the front. All right, what's next? Oh, me. I cover them, boss. Look, are you with us as some dame? Shut up! I'm right with you, boss. You keep that head of yours where it belongs, or some cop will blow it off, pretty boy. Yeah, you ain't kidding. Nobody asked you. All right. We head for the banquet room. I line them up, face the right and left walls. I keep them covered. I take them on the left wall, work them over for whatever they got. I do the same thing on the right wall. Okay, now for the getaway. You and me, we cut the junk out. I cover you? Right. I head north on Highway 7. We meet back here. Any questions? No, no, no. Okay. Whitey, Mutt, swipe-free cars, bring them around back at the gym. Now everybody blow. Go on, get something to eat. We take off at 10 o'clock sharp. Okay. Nice going, General. Well, what's the use of having a war, Georgie? You don't learn from it. Hey, uh, I need a gun. You'll get a gun, Georgie. Later. Okay. See ya. 10 o'clock. Quiet, fellas. Not leaving already. Yes, they're leaving already. Go on, boys, shove off. Why don't you let them stick around here and clean up this mess? Beer bottles, cigarette butts, looks like they've been raising a crop. You don't like it? Well, if the maid was here, she'd really blow a top. Gonna be busy tonight? Yeah, for a while. You know, I read where they got gold faucets in every bathroom. See, I must be free with money. I heard Mrs. Willard has a couple of... Where did you hear that name? Who said anything about Willard? I... I heard Maddie. He said the Willard man... I told you never to poke your nose into my business. Oh, cut it out! Who do you think you're shoving around? I don't take it. You open your trunk and I'll pick you... I will. You ever touch me again? I swear I will. Shut up! I hope they get you tonight. Yeah, I hope they do. For me. Well, hotel. I'm dumb. Why don't you move out of this little bag, Georgie? Well, maybe after the night, I'll be able to afford something better. You got time, Maddie? Ten minutes to ten. What do you want to go to your room for? Do you hear what Alex said? Better if we break it up and show up behind the gym one by one. Yeah, you drop me off on a block, Maddie. Okay. See you in ten minutes, Georgie. Okay. I'm calling WSBI. Gordon calling WSBI. Come in, Gordon. This is Briggs. Gene's in his room, Inspector. He just signaled me to follow him. It's a little risky, isn't it? Can you stay there? Are you here for me? I think I'd better stay here. I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Gordon radioed back a few minutes later. He had followed Gene down Dock Street. At the corner, Gene stopped to light a cigarette. He threw the book of matches into the gutter and disappeared around the corner. On the matchbook was a message. Styles gang hitting Willard Mansion about ten thirty tonight. A few minutes later, I was at the center city police headquarters. Well, my men are on their way there, Inspector. Willard Mansion. How'd you get this tip? I'll tell you all about it later, Chief. We'll surround the house. No way. Any luck, we'll get every last one of them. Well, if we're all set, let's get out of here. I got away as soon as I could, Chief. I appreciate you letting me in on this. Good evening, Inspector. You wanted me to keep you posted, Mr. Demre. Well, we're ready to leave. I've got my own car. Is it all right if Lieutenant Stoller comes with me? By all means. Take the bridge route, Stoller. Yes, sir. We'll go over there back in this avenue, Demre. Oh, uh, in your car. Let's conspicuous. Better leave now, Inspector. We'll follow in a minute. Now you'll see why we met at the gym, huh, Georgie? How do you like this, Matty? Regular. Yeah, the boss got everything here from tear gas to machine guns. All nice and handy in the basement under the gym. Come on, you guys. Get what you're needing, Clarell. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on. Say, uh, any kind of risky, Matty? All these guns so close to home? Risky. Ha. Who'd think to look down here? Go on, Georgie. Pick yourself up, boom, boom. I'm taking this one. What is the honey of a lugre? Lay off, Georgie. That's the boss's gun. Yeah. You like lugres? Take this one. Okay. As well. Answer the phone, will you? Yeah, yeah. Sure, boss. Yeah. He's busy. Okay, hang on. For you, boss, since it's important. Okay. Get those guys out of that room like I said. Hello? Yeah, okay. Guess we're about set. You want to check over anything? It's off. The job's off. What do you mean it's off? Chivy, tell the boys to dump those cars they grabbed. Turn in their guns and feed it. Go on, feed it. Hey, what happened? What do you mean feed it? What's up, Chivy? Trouble? Don't ask questions. Go on. Start spreading. The entire state's surrounded, Inspector. Guess all we can do now is sit in the car and wait. Chief Armets, get here, Lieutenant. Yeah. This is Inspector Demerey behind those trees near the service quarters. KRZ-8 to Inspector Briggs. KRZ-8 to Inspector Briggs. It's headquarters. This is Briggs. Go ahead. Inspector Briggs called your office 1015-ZM. KRZ-A, over. This is Briggs calling WFBI. Come in, WFBI. This is WFBI. Inspector Briggs, stand by for direct message from Gordon. Go ahead. This is Gordon. Received urgent message from Gene. Family will not appear. It's canceled. Family warned you were waiting for him. Over. Thanks. Stand by. Well, Stahler, I'm not going to show. Come on. Let's break the bad news to the chief. Two of these, Inspector. But what do you suppose happened? Stiles just decided not to show up. Well, it's not 1030 yet. Supposed we wait a while, just in case. Be a waste of time, Mr. Demerey. They won't be here. I'd still like to know why. I wish I knew. Aren't you what happened? I'll tell you what happened. Oh! Chipped the cops, didn't you? Oh, no! No, I didn't. Honestly, I didn't. Did you hope they'd get me, didn't you? So you dipped! Oh! You dipped! Oh, no, Alex. No, I swear! You dipped! What the devil are you doing here? It's okay. After the holdup fell through, Stiles told us to disappear. I'm meeting some of them later on at the nightclub. What'd you come here for? Look. There's a storeroom in the basement of the Dark Street gym. Stiles' arsenal. I spotted his gun there early tonight. A Luger. When the job washed out, Stiles put his gun back. Well, that's where I've just been. I broke into the room. You got his gun? No, but I got a sample from it. I brought along a Luger ammunition clip. Loaded Stiles, gunned and fired a shot into a bale of newspapers. Now, here's the slug. Get it to Inspector Briggs. The slug and tell us it was Stiles' gun that killed a Jannings woman and the bank guard. Okay, that's fine. That's great. I bet you know our setup. What if somebody saw you come here? I had to take a chance. Anyway, I think I've already been spotted. You what? Just after I fired the shot, somebody came in the basement. It was dark. I got away. But they may have seen me. Now, you know, I had to come here. Get out of town. I'll tell Briggs. Look, if I disappear, they'll know it was me. Now, I'll have to take my chances. I figured they're pretty good. Don't worry about me. Just get this slug to Inspector Briggs as soon as you can. The bullet fired from Stiles' gun was on its way to Washington on the midnight plane. At 2 a.m., I heard again from Cy Gordon. The light was on in Jean's room at the Hotel Royal. Whoever had seen him in the basement of the Dark Street gym undoubtedly had failed to recognize him. But that wasn't all that happened that night. In a fashionable section of Santa City, Mr. Demery had a late visit. What's so important that it couldn't wait till morning and coming into my home? The tip-off, Mr. Demery, the tip-off to the cops about the Willard mansion job. Where'd it come from? The FBI. Lucky for you, I was around. Take my advice, Stiles, and lay off for a while. They've got nothing on me. But maybe I've got something on them. What do you mean? This gun here. Somebody just busted into my arsenal, shot it off tonight. But why? What for? What do you think? Bright boys. Trying to match the bullet with a couple of souvenirs I left behind in the metalwork in that bank. Bright boys, thinking only they can play it being cops. Okay. Okay, you're taking this gun, Demery. You're getting the fingerprints off it. The way I figured maybe the same rat who tipped them tonight shot it off. You've got any ideas? Yeah, I've got eight ideas. It's got to be somebody in my outfit. I saw him running out of the basement. Nobody else knew where that arsenal was hidden. You better get it out of there fast. I'm way ahead of you, Mr. Demery. When do I get the dope on whose prints are on this lubricant? Tomorrow, maybe I. I'll call you. Okay. And don't let that gun out of your sight. I've got Gordon on the radio, Inspector. Oh, thanks, Bert. Go ahead. What's the latest on Jean, Si? Well, everything's quiet. I stood behind him in the line of the cafeteria for breakfast. At 10 o'clock, he went to the usual place. Dr. Feet, jail, and I's still there. I've got some news for you. Yeah. Dick Atkins followed Alex Stiles' car late last night. Stiles drove to a house on Oak Street. We just checked it. The house is the residence of City Councilman Demery. Holy smoke. There's nothing we can do yet. Not till we hear from Washington about that bullet that passed the news on to Jean when he gets back. I'd really like to know what's going on in that dark street. Well, it's been open when he's on a deal. Oh, hello, boss. Hey, you want me to clear out of your office, boss? Just killing time. I like little poker games. Say where you are. Anybody for? Uh-uh, boss. Not yet. Okay. Too bad about last night, Alex. Yeah, Georgie. Too bad. First job with the outfit. Fizzled. You want to tell us what happened? Just a little change of plans. I sure could have used that basket of lettuce and blonder money. I'm sick of you and your dames. It's for you, boss. Telephone. Okay. Alex Shaw-Bunny. What's he doing? He's always burning, Georgie. Come on, let's get back to the game. This is Stiles. You know someone by the name of George Manley? Yeah. You shouldn't. I'll see that he gets your message. What about the package? Okay. Meet me at four in usual place. Sivvy. Yeah? Here's 500 bucks. Go over to the apartment. Give it to my wife. Yeah? What is it, her birthday? Just tell her I'm sorry for last night. I made a mistake. Okay. And then come back. I found out what went wrong with the villain job. Georgie. Georgie Manley. Take it easy. He's looking this way. Keep him on tab. We'll take care of Georgie tonight. We pause now for station identification. This is CBS. The Columbia Broadcasting System. Our stars will return with Act 3 of The Street with No Name in a Moment. Tonight we have a pixie for our guest. Pretty young Betty Lin. For whom 20th Century Fox predicts the future as bright as her hair. I understand, Betty, that you took a special interest in the filming of A Letter to Three Wives. That's right, Mr. Keyless. I'm trying to decide whether to be sophisticated like Linda Darnell in the picture. All the designing female, eh? Or maybe like Jean Crane, who's awfully sweet. Or Anne Southern who plays a career wife. Did you guess which one of the three husbands had strayed? Oh, no. The ending was a terrific surprise. But I did notice that all the clothes were wonderfully in character. Even the stockings. All the girls wore beautiful sheer nylons, of course, but lindas were high fashion shades like emerald and burgundy. But just as easy to care for with tiny diamonds of luxe. That's what the wardrobe, Mr. told me, Mr. Kennedy. It pays because nylons washed with luxe flakes last twice as long. These tiny diamonds of luxe are a real triumph of the world-famous Lever Laboratories. They're so sheer they burst into suds the instant water touches them. And the suds are so rich they last and last. I discovered that myself. It's foolish to risk strong soaps or rubbing with cake soap because those things make stockings run quickly. Strain tests prove it. In fact, over 90% of the makers of stockings recommend luxe flakes. With luxe care, it's just like getting an extra pair of stockings every time you buy a pair. Thank you for coming tonight, Betty Lynn. Thank you. We'll return you now to William Keely. The curtain rises on the third act of the Street with No Name, starring Mark Stevens as Jean Cordell, Richard Whitmark as Alex Stiles, and Lloyd Nolan as Inspector Briggs. Here's where we stood the day after the holdup of the Willard Mansion had failed to materialize. Jean Cordell, by winning a daring gamble, had secured a bullet fired from Alex Stiles' gun, which, when we got our report, might send Stiles to the electric chair. We had also succeeded in establishing an association between Stiles and Councilman Demery. Toward the middle of the afternoon, I got a phone call from our local agent. Take care. Oh, keep watching him. There's nothing new here. But with Demery out of the way for a while, I'll go and see Chief Armett. Okay. Yes. By now, we knew considerable. But what we did not know was that Alex Stiles in that hotel room was already planning his fourth murder. So the fingerprints on my gun belong to George, eh, Mr. Demery? That's right. Here. Here's your gun back. Well, you know, you're going to get a bonus for this, Mr. Demery. Yes, sir. I'm going to vote you a great big bonus. Where's it coming from? With a stoolie in your outfit, they've got your stuff cold. All we've got to do is chop the stoolie and we're in business again. You don't know when to quit, do you, Stiles? Well, go ahead, kill Manly. You're the FBI and engraved invitation to put you in the chair. Who said I was going to kill him? No, no, no. Now that's where you come in, Mr. Demery. You're out of your mind. You're going to be a great big hero tomorrow. Yes, sir. Your name will be all over the front pages. Demery gets armed robber. Mayor's little man wins big police medal. You think you can make me a laughing like this? The cops will do the killing. No, listen, Stiles. No, you listen. I kicked in plenty when I didn't need you. Always around for the payoff, weren't you? Well, you're sticking around for this payoff too, so sit down. Go on, sit down. We've got a job to do. Tonight, here's where you come in. About three miles out of Center City, there's a factory. The Anderson Manufacturing Company. I've had a case for weeks. And tonight, Georgie's going to be on hand when a couple of us open up this... ...the factory. You ought to drop over and have a little talk with you, Chief. But tell me, where did Mr. Demery go after we left the Willard's place last night? I don't know. I suppose he went home. Do you know where he lives? Oak Street, I believe. I don't know the exact number offhand, but I... 1680 Oak Street. Where Alex Stiles went calling at about one o'clock last night. That's right, Chief. He was one of our agents, so I'm walking in. What? Before we left here last night to make that raid. Were you with Demery all the time? Well, yes, I'm sure I was. Oh, no, wait. I remember now. He went down the hall for a moment. The police advisory board office. Five minutes before 10, Stiles received a phone call. Subsequently, the Willard's job was called off. Demery, I... I can't believe it. We've been checking his bank deposits roughly 20 times in excess of his salary. And that's not all here. Take a look at this. What is it? The report from our Identifications Division in Washington requests from your police department for the records of these men. Every one of them is a member of Stiles gang. Now, these records supplied by us were then made available to Stiles. He used them up to check up on prospective gang members. Excuse me. Yes, sir. This is Sergeant Bryan. Have him come in. Yes, sir. Try and run a police department with stuff like this going on. I wonder we bang our heads against a stone wall every time we... Oh, come in, Sam. This Inspector Briggs of the FBI, Sergeant Bryan. How do you do, sir? Sergeant. Sam, take a look at this report. Have you ever had a request from anyone here for the records of these men? I get so many requests, sir. Let me see. May I have one I checked this morning, George Manley? This morning? I lifted one of his fingerprints from a gun. Was that gun a Luga? Yes, sir. Who asked you to check it? Mr. Demory. Demory? Or Manley's the only prince you lifted from that gun? No, there are a couple of other fragmentary prints. I identified them with Alex Stiles. Thanks, Sergeant. That's all. Yes, sir. Get me the radio room. I'll hold on. Yes, sir. Get me WFBI right away. I'll explain this in just a minute, Chief. KRZA calling WFBI. KRZA calling WFBI come in. Stand by. Go ahead, sir. Thanks. This is Briggs. Get me Gordon. Yes, sir. Tell Cordell to get out immediately. He's in great danger. You've got to get a hold of him, Si. If he isn't alone, you'd better telephone. What if they want to know who's calling? Well, he'll have to talk his way out of it. We've got to warn him. Call the hotel. Tell the fella at the desk to get Gene on the phone. Let me know what happens. I'll be back at the office in 15 minutes. Right. I'm sorry, Chief, but I couldn't wait. Cordell's one of our agents. He's been doing undercover work in the Stiles Gang under the name of George Manley. Well, certainly ties him down. Well, what can I do to help? Well, for the moment, nothing. If he were expecting word from Washington any minute, they may give us a green light to move in on the Stiles Gang. Why don't you come with me? I'd like to. Justin, change in your clothes. Is that Georgie? Well, you know how it is. Boss said he always likes his boys look sharp. Hey, yeah. What picture? Alec told me and Maddie to pay a little call. Just to tell you, there's a little job on for tonight. Yeah. Well? He says you're wanted on the phone. Uh, tell him I'm tied up. Tied up? OK. Ha. Dangerous. You sure? Well, who else would know where to get me? I don't know. Yeah. Now, what's the deal? The boss will tell us when we get there. We've got a car downstairs. Let's go, Georgie. Hey, taxi. Taxi. Yes, sir. FBI. Follow that red car. Quick. Yes, sir. In 20 minutes since you spoke to Gordon, Inspector, how long would it take him to phone? Well, not 20 minutes, Dick. That's a cinch. Something's up, Inspector. Something we don't know about. There's nothing to do unless we... How much time, sir? Washington. Let me get there. Red chest bullets from Luger 7.65 millimeter. Well-marking identical with murder bullets removed from victims, Meadowbrook, and bank murdered. Arrest styled gang and dimmery immediately. Signed Huber. This is it. Get the men ready. Hello, sir. Chief Armat. You can take it there, sir. For me? Thanks. Hello? What's that? How long ago? Okay. That was Lieutenant Stoller. When he came on duty, they told him dimmery left headquarters about 10 minutes ago with a night detail. He had some hot tip about a robbery. Where? Nobody seems to know where. Let me try your short way. Right there. That room in there. I'll call the squad car. Hello? Yes? Yes. This is the FBI. Who? Well, just a moment. For you, Inspector, some cab drivers. Hello? Yes, this is Briggs. What message? Anderson Manufacturing Company. Thank you. Thank you very much. The message from Gordon. He took a cab, tailed Gene Cordell and two of the gang to the Anderson Manufacturing Company. They've got a plant out on a freezer roof. All right, then. Let's go. Right in here, Georgie. The cashier's office. And there's the safe. Sweet job, huh? That looks like a lead pipe cinch. Yeah, I pulled this one right out of the air. How are you doing with the safe, Matty? It's open, boss. You mean they, uh, they finished you with the combination? I told you. I had connections, Georgie. All kinds of connections. Where's this? Shib even. He spotted some guy following him. He just went downstairs to take care of him. Watchman? Asking. Shibby? Okay, boss. Who was it? I don't know. Watchman, I guess. Don't matter now. Okay. Put the knife away. Get over to that window. Got the cash yet, Matty? I think it's a draw. Some bonds, too. Just the cash. There you are, Georgie. It's for you. All yours. I don't get it, Army. Go ahead, David. No cuts for anybody. All yours. And this is one job that'll never get tipped off. What are you talking about? Oh, you mean you haven't heard? Well, somebody did a little singing to the FBI. They told them things. Like where I kept my gun. Like when we were going to pull the willow job. Yeah, Georgie, we picked up a pigeon. Anything coming down the road, Shibby? Nothing yet, boss. Keep looking. Now, there's only one smart way to get rid of this, too, Georgie. And that's to let the cops bump him off. You see, Georgie, any minute now a squad of cops will be coming up those stairs. Guess who they're going to find here at the safe? And guess who they're going to pump full of slugs thinking they're not going off a safe crack? And who do you suppose is bringing the cops, Georgie? My number one connection in the police department, we worked it out together. They come from down there. We go out the fire escape. You'll never get away with this style. OK, Maddie. Take care of the Sturley. No, not in the face. Don't walk him up. They're here, boss. Get going, Maddie. The fire escape. Pop him up, Shibby. Here. Against the safe. That's it. He fell to the floor again. All right, put him back. That's the cops. Get back there and put him up against that safe. That's his office on the second floor. Who are those men over there? Mr. Demery and some detectives. They're covering the fire escape. You'll find the others upstairs. Let's get up there, I can. I'm bending over in front of the safe. He's dead all right, Inspector. Who is he? A styled boy. They call him Shibby. Was he the only one who was in here, Sergeant? There was someone else, I'm sure. The room was dark, just a light from the corridor. The other one seemed to be on the floor, crawled behind the desk and got away. Probably still in the factory somewhere. Inspector. In here, Atkins. Any sign of Gene? No, but I just found sorry Gordon. He's been nice. He's just coming too. All right, you stay with him, Atkins. Get somebody to help you. I'm going to look for Gene. He's a dynamo. Expect your break. This way. Expect your break. Gene! There's those men. No shots up there. Look, Mr. Demery, I still think a couple of us ought to cover that freight entrance. You'll stay right here. Get back. The door up there, the fire escape. It's opening up. Stiles. That's Alex Stiles. Let him come down. He doesn't see us, Mr. Demery. We'll get him without having to fire a shot. He's got a gun. We're playing it safe. Let him have it. I said, let him have it. Gene, you all right? Okay. They got Stiles. Inspector. I didn't expect to find the FBI here. We got a tip on the robbery. We got a tip, too, Mr. Demery. Oh, is that so? Yes. One of our agents here. Mr. Demery, I'd like to have you meet George Manley. Well, I'm very glad to meet you. George, keep your hand out there, Mr. Demery. I'd like to try these on for size. Well, what do you know? They fit. I just left the inspector's sign. He says we're going back to Washington. Both of us. Yeah. You got them all. Yeah. The chief just radioed. They picked up the others at the gym. Sigh. You sure you all right, huh? Me? Oh, Brian Arthur is hide. What do you think? The street on which crime flourishes is the street extending across America. It is the street with no name. Organized gangsterism is once again returning. If permitted to go unchecked, three out of every four Americans will eventually become one of its victims. Wherever law and order break down, there you will find public indifference. An alert and vigilant America will make for a secure America. Brian, J. Edgar Hoover. Our stars will return for their curtain calls in a moment. Libby, what is the finest vacation you could imagine? Well, that's easy. A cruise around the world. Well, some lucky listener can win one. In Lever's $50,000 travel content. 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Send in your entry this week. Now, here's Mr. Keely with our stars. There's only one thing to say to a cast after tonight's performance, and that's well done. Here are the stars of our cast returning to the microphone. Mark Stevens, Richard Widmark, and Lloyd Nolan. Bill, believe me it's a pleasure to work with you once again. Yes, and not quite as strenuous as the picture, Mark. Well, I was kind of black and blue for two months after that one, Dick. Oh, you get used to it after a while, Mark. This is my third FBI picture, so I feel almost like a G-man now. You know, I'm very pleased that we could do the street with no name at this time, as our way of congratulating J. Edgar Hoover, who is soon to mark his 25th anniversary as director of the FBI. And we all join you in those congratulations, Bill. Dick, I understand you're often winged within the next few days. Yes, Bill, I'm going to New Bedford for the opening of Down to the Sea and Ships. That's the picture that put 20th Century Fox in the whaling business. And if you ran true to form, Dick, you probably scared the whales to death. Nope, nope, in this picture I'm a nice guy for a change. What have you got planned for next week, Bill? Next week a drama that's packed with action and adventure. It's the 20th Century Fox picture, Captain from Castile. And our stars, Cornel Wilde and Jean Peters. This is a love story told against the thrilling background of Mexico in the days of the Spanish conquest, all the makings of the hits. Bill, it sounds like a full house. Now if you'll give me a box of luck flakes to take to Mr. Stevens, I'll be a popular man. It's a favorite of our house. Good night and thanks. Good night. Good night and thanks to all of you. Leave our brother's company, the makers of Luck Flakes, join me in inviting you to be with us again next Monday evening when the Luck Radio Theatre presents Cornel Wilde and Jean Peters in Captain from Castile. This is William Keely saying good night to you from Hollywood. Mark Stevens appeared through the courtesy of 20th Century Fox and is currently co-starring with Olivia de Havilland in The Snake Pit. Paired in tonight's cast were John McIntyre as Psy and Ed Begley as Chief. Our play was adapted by S.H. Barnett and our music was directed by Louis Silver. And this is your announcer, John Milton Kennedy, reminding you to join us again next Monday night to hear Cornel Wilde and Jean Peters in Captain from Castile. Stay tuned for my friend Irma, which follows over these same stations. This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System.