 And now, another tale well calculated to keep you in suspense. How often have you felt that you'd like to get away from it all? Just drop everything, move far away, start a new life. Maybe even with a new identity. Well, it isn't as easy as it sounds. The story you're about to hear demonstrates. So before you buy a one-way ticket to elsewhere, listen to Night on Red Mountain, which begins in just a moment. When news makes news, that's news. As several trade publications in the broadcasting field have recently announced, a week from tomorrow, CBS News on the hour goes to twice its current length each weekday. Beginning Monday the 28th, you'll hear a first in network broadcasting history. The initiation of dramatically expanded coverage by award-winning CBS News. Full 10-minute coverage every hour on the hour. That's the date, November 28th, when CBS News goes double for you at this address on your dial. I'm sorry, sir. I didn't hear you drive in. I can't hear much of anything when the wind starts blowing. Fill her up. Yes, sir. Check the oil and water, too. Any hot coffee inside? Yeah, hot and black. That's for me. It must be close to zero. Oh, not that bad. Down around 20. It'll drop tonight, though. Radio says we might get a blizzard. And they call this sunny California. Well, we're more than 5,000 feet here. 6,500 at the top of the pass up the road apiece. Yeah, I know. I just come off it. Are we ahead and north? Yeah, Vegas. How far is it from here? All, uh, about 260 from Victorville, and Victorville's 32 from here. What's the matter? You lost? I don't know if you think so. Well, uh, US 66 is a direct route. Not many cars come across Red Mountain in the winter. Hey, uh... Yeah? Ain't I seen you someplace before? Well, not unless you've been through here before. I ain't never. Not back east someplace. You come from back east? No, I've never been. I, uh, come from up north. Eureka. Funny to take that mustache off. You'd be a ringer for a kid I used to know once back in Jersey City. Joey Perino. Funny. Yeah, yeah. Yeah, lookalikes. You run into him sometime. Sure, you was never back east? Sure. Funny, without that mustache, I'd swear. You'd be mistaken. Yeah? Well, where'd I find the coffee? Right inside. Sally will take care of you. Yeah, you better check the battery in the tires, too. Yeah, sure thing. Good evening. Give me a cup of black coffee. Yes, sir. The State Highway Patrol has asked us to make this announcement. Chains will be required on all cars in the mountain regions. Tonight's storm is expected to bring at least six inches of snow down to the 3,000 foot level. It's not like you might be snowed in. Oh, won't be the first time. It might be dangerous, considering your condition. Oh, no. I'm not expecting until April. We never get any snow that late. Not even when the weather's unusual like they say out here. Well, it's never that unusual. You better get Walt to put on your chains. Ain't got any. Oh? Well, then watch your step going down that hill. Particularly Mule Shoe Curve. With bad and snow like this. I'll remember that. Is he your husband? Who? Fella gassing me up to this wall. Oh, yeah. You two all alone up here? No, there's my dad. And he'd better get a move on, or he won't get back up that mountain tonight. Where is he? Oh, he went down to Victorville this afternoon for supplies. Oh? You born around here? No, up north. Eureka? Yeah, how'd you guess? Your husband said that's where he come from. He did? Yeah. Doesn't he? Well, he said he did, didn't he? Yeah. Yeah, did you ever hear of a guy named Joey Perino? No. Why, should I? Your husband looks like him. Well, what if he does? Oh, nothing. You ever been back east? Never been outside the state. Gee, you ask more questions than a cop. Oh, don't worry. I ain't no cop. All right, she's all set to roll. How much do I owe you? 12 gallons. That'll be $3.95. What's the coffee? Compliments of the management. Huh? It's a policy of the establishment. Free coffee during Blizzard, isn't it, Sally? Yeah, sure. Here you are, four bucks. All right, I'll get you changed. Don't bother. $3.95 for the gas, $0.05 for the coffee. I got a policy, too. I don't take handouts. Oh, look now, what is this? I don't want to be owing anybody anything, sister. Particularly rats. You seeing you, Joey? Joey? What do you mean, Walt? Calling you Joey. In just a moment, we will return for the second act of... suspense. Will you tell me what he meant, calling you Joey? Not a guy's nuts. He asked an awful lot of questions. What kind of question? About me, about you. He said you told him you come from Eureka. Why did you tell him that, Walt? Oh, look, honey, the guy's nuts. I never told him I came from Eureka. You never told me where he came from, either, Walt. You just said you came from back east. What difference does it make? It didn't bend when we first met. Well, it doesn't now. If you tell me it doesn't. I tell you, it doesn't, honey. Okay, Walt. I'm sorry. You better get to bed, honey. It's going to be a long cold night, huh? All right. You coming? Ah, a little while. It won't be much more business than a storm. Yeah. Mr. Pirelli? Yeah? I have a long distance call for you from Victorville, California. Who's calling? Mr. Petilla. All right, operator, put him on. Go ahead, sir. Yeah, Bat. What are you doing down in Victorville? You were supposed to be here in Vegas by dinnertime. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now, that figures I know you would get lost in Jersey City. Yeah. Gold mine, I suppose. No. You're kidding. Where? Again. You sure it's Joey? Positive. You recognize him? Yeah. Sure he does. Now, wait a minute. If he recognizes you, he'll take it on a lamb. Not a chance. All right, sit tight. I'll be there in a couple of hours. Well, how are you going to do that? Chatter a plane. Okay. I'm sure you would, Bat. But this one, I want to take care of myself in my own way. If you get what I mean. Are you? What's the name of this place? He's that. I thought I might give him a ring before I leave. Take him off? No. Offer him another chance. Are you kidding? What do you think? Walt's Summit Service. Good evening. You must have the wrong number. This is Walt's Summit Service. No. There's some mistake. There's no mistake. I don't know what you're talking about. This is Walt's Summit Service. All right, Joey. If you want it that way, it's Walt's Summit Service. And you're Walt. But back in Jersey City, you're still Joe Parini to the boys. And Joey, the boys miss you. I'm sorry. You had the wrong number. Yeah. Yeah, honey. I looked. You're supposed to be asleep. I was just dozing off and the phone woke me. Who was it, Walt? Oh, somebody had a wrong number. Well, it took you long enough to tell him. I was always drunk at something. Oh. Go to sleep, honey. Why aren't you coming? I don't feel very sleepy. I set up a while. I'll wait for your dad. Well, all right. But don't make it too late. You know, I get lonely in here without you. I know, darling. Go to sleep now. All craft warnings are flying from Point Concepcion to Point Dumas. All planes are grounded at Los Angeles International Airport. The Weather Bureau predicts that close upon the heels of the present storm is another developing off the coast of northern California. This is an undisguised blessing for the farmer in the San Joaquin Valley and the growers in Orange County. Walt's Summit Service. Hello, Joey. Wrong number. You see? Wrong number. Now listen. You're wrong number. Come on. Come on. A highway patrol car just pulled up outside. Look, I'm not trying to kid you, Pete. Joey. I'm not a squealer, Pete. Thank you. I'm a highway patrol. I told you. Look, I don't tell nothing to nobody. I just want to be left alone. I want it out. I got it out. Leave me alone. Will you, Pete? Sure. So I work for you. I grow for you. I don't know nothing. I ain't talking. I got to go now. Just let me alone, Pete. Put the love of heaven. Let me alone. Walt. You got the wrong number. Speak to me. I got the number you're calling, but this isn't it. You better be there, Joey. We'll return for the third act of... Yeah, I disturbed you, ma'am. Oh, that's all right, Sergeant Tully. Come in. Come on. Thank you. Walt was on the phone. Yeah, Sergeant. Some crackpot. Got a wrong number. He can't get it out of his drunken head, you know. Well, I just stopped by to see if you folks were all right. Oh, yeah, sure. Snugger's a bug in the rug. Say, would you have a cup of coffee? Well, yes. Yes, thanks, Mrs. Parsons. I guess maybe I'd drop by for that, too. Well, there's always some on the stove. How's the weather outside, eh? Tain a fit night for a man or motor car. Pass is closed, and we won't be able to get plows through from the other side of the mountain until tomorrow morning. Well, that's what you can expect in February. Oh, there you are, Sergeant. Sugar, cream, and hot, I hope. Well, that's wonderful, wonderful, Mrs. Parsons. Thank you. Say, uh, Sally, um... Yes, darling? Like Sergeant says, you know, Tain a fit night out for a man or motor car? Yeah. Well, I thought we might, uh, put him up for the night. Why, of course. Oh, no, no, no. I wouldn't want any inconvenience here. Oh, but it wouldn't be any inconvenience. Oh, no, no, no, not at all. No inconvenience at all. We'd sure like to have you stay. That's right. Nice of you, believe me. But I've got to get on down the road. Oh, but it's after 10 now, and you're off duty. No, no. In a storm like this, nobody's off duty. Well, thanks for the coffee, Mrs. Parsons. You're welcome. Say, I got something to thank you for, Walt. Oh, what's that? The only laugh I had this evening. I'd like to hear it. What's the last, Sergeant? A car out front. What car? A couple of hours ago, and I was going up to the pass, that two-tone job, standing out front with the big tail fins. What about it? Gold and white covered with mud and the snow piling up on it. It sort of reminded me like a bathing beauty on a ski slope. Cars like that weren't designed for this kind of country. No, no, I guess they weren't. Well, good night, folks, and thanks again for the coffee. Oh, you're welcome. Good night, Sergeant. Oh, I'll get it, too. No, no, I will. Walt's Summit Service. You got the wrong number. Again? Yeah, yeah, again. Darling, what is it? What's this grub? Oh, what's he wrong? Oh, who knows? He's drunk. Let's go to bed, huh? Oh, I'm not very sleepy. I know what. Let's sit up and wait for Dad. Oh, he won't make it now. Well, he might. Oh, let's go to bed, I said. All right, honey. Well, go to bed. Well, go then. I got to lock up, huh? All right. Walt. What? Well, what's the matter? Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing's a matter. I got to look up, that's all. Get to bed, stop asking a lot of stupid questions. We is. 10 for three minutes. All right, here you are, sister. Go ahead, sir. Well, how'd you guess it'd be me, Joey? I'll look it. I ain't kidding, Joey. I'm disappointed. Real disappointed. I fly all the way down here to Victorville just to talk to you and what happens? You ain't got the courtesy to condone a hill to see an old pal. How come you ain't here, Joey? You ain't, huh? No. Well, then I guess I have to come up there. Nobody's asking you. Now, Joey, that ain't no way to talk. Can't lay off. Were you, Pete? I done nothing to you. You walked out on me, Joey. Nobody walks out on Big Pete. I'll see you in an hour. And, Joey... Yeah? Don't try taking no powder. Fell at the bar, just told me that the pass is closed. The only way out's down the hill. You want to change your mind and come on down, Joey? Joey? Joey? Sir? Yeah, I was cut off. Well, just a moment. I'll try to connect you. I'm sorry, sir. There seems to be trouble on that line. Probably the storm. Okay, sister. Thanks. No. But it couldn't be better. The line just went out in the storm. And the pass is blocked. With its weight set up. Ain't it? Let's go. Pleasure. In a moment, we'll return for the concluding act of suspense. Okay. Come to bed, darling. I can't. Go for it. I gotta go down the hill. Oh, Walt, what's the matter? I'm worried about your dad. I'm gonna look for him. Now you know he's probably staying in town at the Rances. If you're worried, tell him from there. I tried. The line's out. I gotta go down the hill. But Walt, you can't leave me here alone. I gotta, honey. I gotta. But I'm afraid. Look, there's nothing to be scared of. You'll be safe here. Your gun? Why are you taking your gun? Feel better with a gun. Walt, you're keeping something from me. You gotta tell me. There's nothing to tell, honey. Get back in bed, honey, please. If you promise not to go out. I can't. I gotta go on. I gotta go alone. Well, then it isn't dad. It's something else. Now look, honey, don't make me... Call it up like Christmas tree. Can't be that much business tonight. Oh, dad, thank goodness you're here. The silly husband of mine was just going out to look for you. He was afraid you'd get it into the canyon or something. An old mountain man like me? Fiddlesticks. I'm glad you dressed the water. I promised Sergeant Tui I'd send you down the road to the tow truck and give him a hand. Accident? Yeah, yeah. Some darn fool was driving without chains. Went through the guardrail on mule shoe curve. One of these fancy new two-tone jobs with airplane fins. Gold and white? Hard top convertible? Tui didn't specify, but you recognized the driver. Big shot gangster from back east, he said. Name of big Pete Pirelli. Yeah, that was it. Didn't know the other fella. Were they hurt? Hurt. They're both as dead as last week's hamburgers. Okay. Okay, I'll get going. I guess I won't need this gun after all. I'll be back in a little while, Sally. All right, honey. See that she gets to bed, will you, Dad? Sure, sure, son. She, uh, she hasn't had much sleep tonight. Don't worry, darling. I'll sleep now. Good. You know something. What? I love you very much. In a moment the names of our players and a word about next week's story of suspense. Heard in tonight's story were Lawson's Erby as Walt, Jim Bowles as Bat, Mandel Cramer as Pete, Ellen McCray as Sally, Bob Dryden as Sarge, Ruth Tobin as the operator, and Bill Adams as Dad. Listen again next week when we return with Home is Where You Find It, Written for Suspense by Edna Ray. Another tale well calculated to keep you in.