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For weeks, David Harding has been on the trail of a million dollar syndicate of thieves stealing packages from post offices in a number of eastern cities. Harry Peters, assistant to Mr. Harding, is a undercover as a dishonest postal clerk named Harry Gordon, and has made contact with one of the big shots of this racket, Frank Garrett. The two men are now driving in Garrett's car with Peters, alias Harry Gordon, at the wheel. Okay, Harry, stay on the west side highway now. It's well caught. Handle's nice. I know, I like to drive, except in city traffic. And why you wanted me to take the wheel? One reason, and the other? You're a bright boy, Harry. Thanks. They're the kind of a guy we'd like to have if we were taking on new guys. You're not? We don't like volunteers. We like to pick out our own boys and hold them to as good and tight. I stick like glue with his dough. Glue melts. We prefer something more solid. Now, you might be a right guy. Thanks. Or a stooley. I can't sing a note. Maybe even a cop. I haven't got flat feet. Maybe, but we never take chances. Hey, slow down. Well, you're going too fast. I like speed. Now, don't get cute and try to get a cop on her tail. Out of power in this, Morton. Slow down or I'll blast your head off. I thought you'd show it right sooner or later. Okay, I showed it. Now, slow down. What for? Right now, this is the safest way I can drive. You're a crazy fool. Look out. Close, huh? You don't slow down. Shoot. Then what happens to us both? The needle's pushing 70. Us both? That's better than you killing me. Slowly slow down. Cross the gun on the floorboard. Okay, okay. Now slow it, slow it. Turn out all your pockets open the jacket wide. I don't want you to cross me. Yeah, sure, sure. I ain't got another gas. Police are in a block behind. Cops, now we are in the stoo. Maybe. That's a good boy. No more guns. Into this car. What a race you stayed. He pulled a gun on me, Chief. The only way I can make him drop it was to speed up. Chief? Who are you guys? Counter-spies. Sorry, it turned out this way, Mr. Harding. It practically tips our hand. Well, I'd rather have our hand tipped than you dead. But come on, we're in a hurry. What about Garrett here? We'll turn him over to one of the other cars. Let's get going. If you can go ahead. This is David Harding, calling from New York. Attention, counter-spy agents. Boston, Chicago, Detroit and Philadelphia. Circumstances force us to move in immediately on postal theft investigation. Carry out all raids according to plan. Pick up all members of the ring you can lay your hands on. We will conduct raid on main warehouse of the gang here in New York. Act on this order immediately. Agent's staked out around the warehouse, Peter. Yes, David, we're in luck. Oh, wow. Conway tells me that Jimmy Morrison, the crooked postal clerk I've been keeping tabs on, went into the warehouse just a while ago. Gordon, maybe a meeting of the brains of the... What was that? Shots from inside the warehouse. Let's go. You men cover the main floor of the warehouse. Peter's now taking the office upstairs. Clared. Jimmy Morrison and that girl. Maybe they're still alive. Here's a note. Note. Signed by Jimmy Morrison. Listen, Kathy was no good. She was poison and poisoned me. She ran this whole package-stealing racket and tricked me into it. There's no chance of getting away. I don't want to and I won't let her, so I'm going to help her escape the only way she can by taking her with me. Jimmy Morrison. Oh. Looks as if this girl, Kathy, was the big shot, Dave. Murder and suicide. This winds up the case nice and neat. Looks like it, Peter, isn't it? Wait a minute. The boy's holding the gun. Well, he was the suicide according to the note. This was no suicide, Peter. It was murder. Double murder. The killer may still be in the building. Alert the squad. Have them go through this warehouse from top to bottom fast. In that thug who tried to take you for a ride, Frank Garrett, get him up here. I'm going to talk to him now. Come on, Garrett. You can climb stairs faster than that. Okay, copper. Don't shove. Keep moving. Yeah, sure. All right, Peter. I'll take care of it, Garrett. You take charge of the rest of the squad. Report to me on what you find. Right, Dave. What's this all about, Mr. Harding? You wouldn't know? No. Okay, let's go into this office. Maybe we can find the answer in there. Start moving, Garrett. Smoked. You're pretty picture, isn't it? You know them, Garrett? Young man and the girl? Yeah. I mean, I... Yeah, is a good enough answer. Maybe you'd like to read this note. Note? Go on, help yourself. We found it in this room. Found something else, too. This kid killed her? Who'd have thought a punk like that? Could kill? Maybe the person who took this photograph. Photograph? You're lying right here on the desk. A photograph of Jimmy Morrison murdering a man. Take a look at it. Yeah, I know what. Who's the other man in the photograph? I don't know. Come on, Garrett. Make it easy on yourself. This photo was a wonderful club to hold over young Morrison's head. That's probably how you forced him into this parcel post racket. Wasn't it? I don't know what you're talking about. Come on, Garrett. Who's the dead man in the picture? I told you, I don't know. Don't make me laugh. Mr. Harding, you read the note. Like it says, that dame Kathy was the big boss in this racket. Okay, she's dead. He killed himself. That winds it up. What more do you want? I want the person who killed the girl and Morrison. The note is... The note was planted to mislead us. Look at Morrison. He's holding the gun in his hand. Well, sure, he shot himself. If he did, there'd be powder burns around the wound in his head. But it's a clean wound. That means he was shot from a slight distance by someone else. Look, I got nothing to do with it. You had your mitts on me when those shots were fired. But you know who that someone else was. I don't know nothing. I ain't saying nothing. You're bright. Figure things out for yourself. Okay, maybe I will. No good, Dave. The boys went through the whole warehouse. Whoever the murderer was, he got away. It was an abandoned sewer outlet we found in the cellar. I expected that, Peter. What about Frank here? He doesn't want to talk at the moment. Maybe we can change his mind. Maybe. In the meantime, get our fingerprint and photographic details. Go over this office, Peter. We're not closing this case till we caught a double murderer. What on that picture of Jimmy Morrison shooting a man just came in from Washington. Any results, Peter? Yes. The man on the floor is Nick Bodie. Alias this, that, and the other. Here's the Rogues-Gowrie wire photo of this, huh? Well, that matches this picture we found on the warehouse, all right? And according to that picture, Bodie's dead. Unless you figure the photograph for a frame, huh? That's just what I do. There had to be a photographer. Everything all set up. The way I reconstructed, she and Bodie framed the situation of fight so that Morrison could be tricked into this picture. Yeah, but to convince her, look at it. Morrison holding a gun. Bodie falling to the floor. Bodie might really be dead. That's possible, but this picture was too easy for us to find. Too convenient. Right in the top drawer of the desk. You think he wanted us to look for a dead body instead of a live one? Yes. And far from being a murder victim, he's a double murderer. Send for Frank Garrett. We'll have another crack at questioning him about Nick. If he still won't talk, maybe we can use him as bait for our two-time killer. Proud Empires Incorporated. Good morning. Mr. Richardson, I'm sorry. He's busy. Will you call back later, please? Can I help you, sir? I want to see Mr. Richardson. Who shall I say is calling? Just Nick. Postal sales. Oh, I'm sorry. Mr. Richardson will see salesmen on Tuesdays and Thursdays' elements. Beautiful. You give him my name, and if he says that too, I'll go away. All right. Just a minute. Mr. Richardson, Nick of Postal Sales to see you. Oh, yes, sir. Go right in, sir. Is that that too? Thanks, beautiful. Surprised to see me, Richie? What are you doing here, you fool? Is that any way to greet a partner, Richie? Every time the phone rings, I've been expecting counter-spies. Now you're crazy enough to walk in. I knew you'd be worried, Richie. I wanted to ease your mind. Or leave the counter-spies to me. Why would I do that? Where else would I find such a good partner for selling my goods? Selling? You're not thinking of keeping up this racket. Why not? There's still more millions in it. Not with me, Nick. You can find somebody else. But not with a setup like yours. You buy merchandise for about 2,000 stores throughout the country. We've spread the stolen goods that thin. There's not a chance of tracing. Nick, you read the papers. Counter-spies figured they'd broken up the parcel post ring. Even tab Kathy Thomas for the voice. She's dead. What better setup do you want? They've got Frank Garrett. They've still got him under arrest. You think he'll talk? Frank'll keep his mouth shut as long as we do right by him. We? He doesn't know about me, does he? No. I don't leave you out. Because if he talks about me, I talk about you. What will we do, Nick? We've got to stop him. Now, say it easy, Richie. You're going to bail him out. Oh, no. I don't want to get into the picture. You won't. Just be ready with a dough. I know a guy who'll handle the whole thing. In just a moment, we'll return to Counter-Spies. Brought to you by Pepsi-Cola. Pepsi-Cola hits the 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 scene and sensible question. Why take less when Pepsi is best? 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In the Counter Spy field office in New York, David Harding and his assistant, Harry Peters, are again questioning the prisoner, Frank Garrett. Now, Garrett, I showed you this photograph once before. Yeah, yeah. It shows Morrison, gun in hand, standing beside a man's body on the floor. Yeah, I see. We know now that the man on the floor is or was named Nick Boody. You know him? No. You know if he was head of the parcel post-racket? See who that is, Peter. What's the answer, Garrett? Look, Mr. Harding, for the last time, I don't know nothing about nothing. In fact, I'm the most ignorant guy you ever arrested. So why don't you call it quits and let me go back to myself? You won't have to, Garrett. What is it, Peter? A lawyer named Carver has just posted bail for Garrett. Well, now the conversation is getting pleasant. The guard outside will see that you get your property back. Go on, Peter. It's so long, boy. Don't forget that, Peter. His being bailed out is even better than our letting him go. I just hate to take that from a guy like him. Remember, I thought we might use him as a decoy for Nick Boody? This is our chance. I'll assign an agent to tail him right away, Dave. Well, Peter, put on the newest man we've got in the New York office. Garrett's no dope. It'll take an old hand to tail him. It'll take even more than one. I'll get some new agent out right away and then bring the four best men in here to me for special instructions. I want to make sure Garrett thinks he's free to go where he wants. Well, Garrett, feel good to be out? Yeah, sure, Mr. Carver. Uh, you've got anything else to say? Um, they'll put a tail on you. Tell me something I don't know. Like, uh, who gave you the money to put up my bail? Look, call Paradise 23416 between 10 and 1030 tonight. It's a lunch counter. Don't ask for anyone. If the right man answers your name, we'll be the first thing he says. That's okay, Cardamon. I'm expecting a call. Frank, Garrett, you recognize the voice. You doing any talking? You want after? I'll get you some dough and you can jump down. You're being tailed right now, I suppose. Yeah. Okay. Now, here's how you lose them fast. You know the Cooley building, 32nd and Broadway? There's a side entrance with only a revolving door. Right. Let him tail you in there and double back and out the same door. When you get outside, step on the door stop. That'll lock the door so you can get away before he circles the corner of the building. When you're sure you're clear, call me at Mercury 4600. Pick it up from there. Harding to feeders. You still with Garrett? Is Stephen still tailing him? I'll keep in touch. Okay, stay with him. Keep in touch with the other cars. Just make sure Garrett keeps on thinking he's in the clear. You should have told Frank Garrett to call here. This is my office. I've got my reasons, Richie. I'll get it. Hello? Listen, Frank, remember Barney's tavern? Drop in there for a drink. I'll be there. No, don't talk to me in the tavern. If it looks clear, I'll get up and walk out to the parking lot around the corner. But they rent cars. I'll have one rented and settle things while we drive. Right. Okay, Richie, you happy now? For goodness sakes, get out of here. Not without you, Richie. Where I sit, you're too comfortable. Too nice and clean. What do you mean? I'm the only guy who can tie you up in this racket. If something happens to me, you're in the clear. Look, Nick... Besides, there's no reason you couldn't walk out of me. Then I'm out on a limb. I wouldn't do that, Nick. Maybe not. But I believe in insurance. Partnership insurance. I'm gonna take some out on you. Frank Garrett's help. Nick, how long are we going to sit here? Frank's been at that corner table two minutes already. Get anxious. Just want to make sure there's no tail on him. No one's come in since he did. I know. I've been watching. There are no cars out in the street. Only that truck over there. Mm-hmm. I guess it's okay. Let's go. Garrett'll follow us. Peters, how far are you from Brady? Brady, give Peters the direction Garrett takes. You follow Peters. Peters, you pick up his trail. Okay, Nick, what's the pictures this guy? Relax, Frank. We need a shovel. Don't be cute. Who is he? I'll tell you, Frank. He's the nice man who's been selling all our stuff for us. Shut up. I want you to meet the hired help. Frank, this is Mr. Richardson, the president of Product Buyers Incorporate. Nick, you've never been so generous with information before. I want this to be one big happy family. Besides, suppose something should happen to me. If you didn't know Richie, who'd help you? Nick, let's get to the point. They got plenty of that. No, no, not me. I want to get my dough and chump bail before the counter-spires put another tail on me. Then you got a point. Hey. Car behind us. Yeah, I didn't bring no tail with me. Faster, Richie. See if that car stays with us. Okay, turn off. There's a dirt road up ahead at your left. Turn in there, Richie. All right. Anything else behind us, Frank? Just a laundry truck. Let him pass us, Richie. Okay, turn in. How far do I go? I'll tell you when. How much dough you got for me, Nick? Five grand. Five grand. Hey, I can skip the country with that. Why not? Be a lot safer for everybody with you out of the country. All right, that's good enough, Richie. Stop here. Nick, the gun. What's the matter, Frank? You seen guns before? Nick, look, give me my dough. Let me lay him. I'm a right guy. You know that. Sure, sure. We've been buddies for a long time. Yeah, yeah, that's right, Nick. You wouldn't... Kill him. What kind of a heel do you think I am? Oh, no, no, Nick. I didn't think anything like that. Why should you? Now, if Richie... Nick, you need me. Of course I do. Why should I kill a guy I need? We could take the dough, Nick. Put those guns away. I'll get excited, Richie. I'm giving one to you. Me? Ah, I couldn't kill my buddy. You could. Then I wouldn't be a heel. Nick, no. I won't do it, Nick. I can't. Richie, you'd rather die instead of him. Look, Nick, I... Shut up, Frank. You wanted to leave the country and now you're going to. Come on, Richie. I want something nice and big on you. Like murder. Please, Nick, don't make it... Who's that? Shut up. There's two. Somebody over there in the brush. Yeah. There! Oh, you're crazy cool. Oh, Garrett, buddy. You're covered for life. They won't get it. No, no, don't shoot them. You wanted the hard way, you get it that way. Peter, give him a sample. They'll never take me! Nick, no. I can't go on my arm, you crazy fool. I want to die. This is your last chance. Come on, come on, I've got it. I'll kill you. He does it, Nick. Frank, you double-crossing rat. Get him over to this picture, Dave. Two crooks holding the third one for us. Very pretty. The gun. Take Bodie's gun. Drop it, Bodie. I'll drop it. I said drop it. Oh, sorry, Kevin. Okay, get out of that car. You're all under arrest for postal theft, except Nick Bodie, who's also under arrest for murder. Murder? You're nuts. You kill Jimmy Morrison and Kathy Thomas, and we'll prove it in court. All right, side walking. As far as that laundry truck down the road. Laundry truck. You've been tailing us all this way. Ride, Bodie, and we'll keep tailing you straight up to the prison gates. When your friends drop in, be generous, but be thrifty, too. Serve plenty of delicious Pepsi Cola. Pepsi's big 12-ounce bottle gives you not just one sparkling glassful, but two. Get a carton of six and serve 12 delicious drinks. Yes, Pepsi is America's biggest cola value. You get twice the tangy taste, twice the refreshment, twice the Pepsi. So why take less when Pepsi is best? Whenever you reach for a refreshment, remember... Pepsi Cola hits the spot, truth holds life is best a lot. Lots more value, lots more death. Why take less when Pepsi is best? 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