 Personal notice. Stanges my stock and trade. If the job's too tough for you to handle, you got a job for me, George Valentine. Write full details. Greetings, Mr. Lover. Have another helping of homicide on the half-show. I'll let George do an adventure as a real killer, to coin a phrase, which I didn't. Anyway, it's called, Tag, You're It. Which, believe me, has nothing to do with Junior trying to catch the little girl next door. On the contrary, it deals with an officious master of ceremonies of an audience participation program. Now, this fellow was an eager little beaver who got along on poking fun at people. Until one day, someone took a poke at him. Then even George Valentine couldn't help him. She's got one, right here in her purse. Get me that, and get it back. No, no, no. What's the matter? Don't you want me to read it? Oh, you wrote this. That's it. You wrote it and haven't mailed it. You're probably bad at the postman. He only rang once. Uh-oh. Ladies, listen to this. Listen. My dear Mr. Valentine. Valentine! What do you mean? Now, don't blush, lady. Don't blush. If our radio audience could only see her, I said not me. But madam, if I'm brave enough to wear your scarf over my head, it's really a good fit. Don't you think? Don't you think it is? Over the face. What did you say? It's not a fit, it's a con motion. Ha-ha. Oh, you're real cute. Listen, how about your husband, madam? Huh? You suppose he's listening? I'll bet he doesn't know about this, Mr. Valentine. Ladies, isn't that a romantic name for you? Valentine. I'll bet your husband's out buying a gun right now. He's got a rival. But you remember our bargain now, lady, on this program. You dared me to wear your scarf so I can read anything I find in your purse. Shall I read it, ladies? Yes! Now, dear Mr. Valentine, I've got to see you about a telephone call! Let's make her do the call right here from the studio, shall we? All right, ladies, but here's the rest of the letter. Listen, I've got to see you because I'm not sure, but I think somebody is trying to murder me. Murder? Trying to murder me? Mr. McMurray, all I wanted to tell you was that it isn't my letter. It's not my purse. A large woman. She got up and left in a hurry. She must have taken mine. It's her letter. Mrs. Oscar Pettyman, 432 West 16th Street. You are listening to Let George Do It. Our adventure will continue in just a moment. Now back to Let George Do It and George Valentine. Mrs. Oscar Pettyman, this is 438... Ain't here. You her husband friend, Mr. Pettyman? He's in Chicago. Can't stand her. Leaves every chance he can get. Ansel Pettyman's my name. Her brother-in-law. I'm bored here. Yes, the police phoned me, miss, and no, I don't know any. You hung up on him? Well, why not? Bunch of pests. Anybody tries to kill Birdie? It wouldn't hurt anybody. Why should they care? Wow. You're a nice guy. Puzzles, contest prizes? Yeah. You ought to see what she looks like. Well, what do you mean? Birdie's as big as a horse. My dear sister-in-law. So she started to let you litter. Think somebody's trying to kill her. All right. What's all the fuss? Let him. Yeah, there's a time-wasting contraption. Oh, wait a minute. I'll answer that. I have somebody to call me here. Valentine speaking. Hal McMurtry. Mr. Valentine. Now listen... Did you find her? There are cops all over the studio. I want you to understand, though, that I read that letter. Did you find her? Well, we're in a place upside down. Give me that phone. Give it to me. Hey, what's going on? What's going on with McMurtry? This is Holman speaking, F.J. Holman. What? Who? What? I'm the studio manager, Mr. Valentine, and, as I told the police, we'll do everything possible. I've warned McMurtry before about that silly game he plays with those women. They were wearing their scarves and then trying to embarrass them by trying into their purses. Well, they love it. You know they love that. Be quiet. Be quiet. I just wanted you to understand, Mr. Valentine. Well, yeah, sure, Mr. Holman. Sure. Nobody's gonna sue anybody. Skip it. But you can ask Ansel there. He's been our janitor here at the radio station, you know. He's what? No, I didn't know anything about it. She's the sort of a person any number of people might want to kill. She's a pest, you understand? A pest. A professional radio contestant who's forever snooping around here. And sooner or later, she'll be back. You see, that's what I mean. You don't need to worry. She's a non-pleasant woman and lots of people might... Oh, tell him to McMurtry, I'm busy. Hey, bunch of characters work at that place. Including you, huh? Of course. Twenty years, never a day's sick. How else do you think my sister and I get all the broadcast tickets I get them for? Keep her away out of my brother's hair. Look, I just want facts. Never mind the double talk like that Holman gives out. Because he's scared his radio station will get involved. Hello from Tag. You're it. You're wealthy. What? Letter she started said something about a phone call, didn't he? That's right. And when the police asked you about it... Try to remember. Only a phone call. I know anything about happened yesterday when I was home for lunch. Birdie stepped out to look up something for a newspaper contest. Voice says, hello from Tag. You're it. You're wealthy. What? I'm not fooling. That's the kind of crazy stuff that goes on around here. No greeting, no nothing. I remember every word. If you look in your mail today, you'll find you're a winner. We hope you enjoy your award. And that's all? Looking your mail? Hope you enjoy your award? It happens all the time. She don't do anything for a living except that. Puzzles, contests, coupons are always ringing after delivering things. You ought to see your stuff. She's got five vacuum cleaners in this house and she doesn't use one of them. What was in it the mail? What was the award that they got? Search me friend. I wasn't here. I work for a living. Okay, okay. Hey, Bruxy, phone Riley. Get him to check the mail man. Sure, sure. So, uh, so you don't like your sister-in-law, huh? Nobody seems to. Doesn't do anything. I know, I know, yeah. Not on contests. Well, sometimes I like contests myself, but I suppose it's a little different if that's all she does. Or we strain to get something from nothing. Well, that's not the point. The idea is she was worried, wrote to me. It is the point. I'll worry could Bertie be if she went gallimettin' off the radio studio to have fun before she mailed her letter. Well, I'll grant you that it's... I don't take it seriously because neither did she. Murder. Yes, it's just another idea to waste time with. Yes, me, she's not some place to now forget all about it. Wait a minute, now tell me, what kind of a voice was that on the phone? That, uh, tag, you're it. Man or woman? Man, I guess I don't know. It lists. It what? Lists. Like this. Soft voice. Barely hear it. Lieutenant Riley? Well, this is Claire Brock. Oh, wait a minute. Here, let me have it, Angel. Hello, Riley. Listen, Valentine, we haven't found that Pettyman dame yet, but we just put out a bigger alarm on it because... Riley, look, now wait a minute, a quick angle. Her husband's out of town, so he doesn't like it. Yesterday she got a phone call and later on some kind of package in the mail. Yeah, wait, wait, will you wait? Are you trying to accuse my brother? I already got in touch with her husband. He's in Chicago. He's got nothing to do with it. Oh, Riley, everybody seems to think this is just a false alarm. She's just some kind of a crackpot. All right, maybe so. But if there's one chance in 50 of out preventing a real murder... I said wait, will you? It's already happened. Huh? I'm visiting Mrs. Pettyman. The exact opposite. Real diamond. Riley, for the love of heavens, will you? I always will keep on helping you look for Mrs. Pettyman, all right? But don't bother me. This one's a real case, my friend. This blonde, see? And the only clue I've got to go on is a note in her purse which says, Tag, you're it. You're wealthy. Ha! She's wealthy, all right. She's dead. Long ago did the doctor say, Lieutenant? Oh, it happened the first thing this morning. The traffic officer found her body in the car packed up an alley. Girl was shot, huh? Yeah, that's right. Nobody would have noticed it for hours. The best place in the world. Right in the middle of town, an alley in commercial district. But oh, brother, how do you get a connection between Mrs. Pettyman and something like this? Maybe you don't, Riley. This girl certainly lived in a fancy apartment house. That's what I mean. What was she doing in the commercial district? Yeah, 3-8 of the left, I guess. What's she doing with a note in her purse that says the same thing as, huh? Yeah, there we are. Miss Dorothy Cheever, huh? Oh, I got the house made. She can never stop crying. Oh, Lieutenant, she was such a lovely person. Such a lovely person. George, she really did do all right. Didn't she? Yeah. Yeah, you can see that again. I can't understand it. I'll bet the ball hit a guy in that footage there. Isn't it, Father? Yeah. So lovely. So you said, well, now take hold of yourself. She's done so well, she said. I'm sorry, lady. I'm sorry, but here. Here, take a look at this. Tag, you're it. You're wealthy. Yeah, that's right. We found this note in Miss Cheever's purse. Now, the handwriting doesn't check with the signature on a driver's license. Well, of course not. It's mine. I wrote it. Oh? Well, then you better start drying your eyes, lady, and explain what the name... I wrote that note for her. So she'd remember that's all after the phone call. The phone call? Oh, no, no, not the... Well, say... Go on, please, go on. Well, I... There was this phone call. First thing after breakfast. I was into cleanup. A voice says, Tag, you're it. You're wealthy. What else? Well, an address. I took the message from Miss Cheever. An address of what? I'm trying to tell you. It said she should drive a car and park a car in that alley. It's the back entrance of Benson's first door. Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute. Sure it is. And it's the most expensive place in town. Yeah, sure, go on. The voice says she's picked for a chance at a mink coat. You know, one of them giveaways is something. I guess they take your name from a phone book. Well, of course, she went right away. Wouldn't you miss the chance at a real mink coat? Just cause you're lucky and your name's been picked for... Hey, tell me. What kind of a voice was it? It list. It was, hello from Tag, you're it. You're wealthy. So, like that. Miss Dorothy Cheever has been selected for a chance at... Some crackpot. Some absolute nut. Sergeant, get hold of whoever runs that program and the radio station. You haven't heard the worst of it, Riley. Go ahead and tell them, Bruxy. Tell them what kind of a case he's got, what kind of a connection there is between Mrs. Pettyman and this. Well, we already did call the radio stations, Lieutenant. The newspaper contest editors, all of them. There isn't any such thing as Tag, you're it, you're wealthy. They've never even heard of it. Oh, brother. Well, that does it. You mean Mrs. Pettyman will turn up dead too, huh? And anybody who's tagged will jump for it, just like the poor girl here did. Oh, my friends, we're up against a phony giveaway. Somebody just calling people up and giving away dead. You are listening to Let George Do It. Our adventure will continue in just a moment. Now, back to George Valentine. Yes, Tag, you're it, you're wealthy. And the listening voice on the telephone rarely means that you've been selected for death. A fictitious giveaway, a contest, and you're the winner. At least that's what happened to Miss Dorothy Cheever. She went to collect on a chance at a mink and was shot. And earlier, a message came from Mrs. Oscar Pettyman, promising a prize in the mail. And no sooner had she written her fear to you than she disappeared. Well, if your name is George Valentine, you'll have to agree with Lieutenant Riley as back at the radio station, he puts it so mildly. An absolute madman is calling up everybody, taking anybody's name from the phone book. And we'll never find Mrs. Pettyman. She'll probably walk into something just like the blonde did. Like everybody else. George. Now, wait a minute, listen. Huh? The Lisbon. So it wouldn't happen again, huh? It's from this way sometimes. Here, come on in here. All right, whoever you are, put up your hand. Hey, hey, what goes on? Who are you? You were whispering just a second ago. Why don't you ring the bell or not? Uh-oh. The law. And still, I said. All right, I'll take it easy. I didn't do anything. Here. You're... See? Just a gadget. I like gadgets. I hate the work. Oh, I'm Russell, Johnny Russell, night engineer. That was a record, you mean? What you got? A telephone. I'm too lazy to answer. I'm out of the room for a minute. Telephone rings, goes on the tape. Listen. You're it. You're wealthy, Mr. Russell. You have won. Your name has been selected. If you will just stay in your office wherever you are, your prize will come to you. We wish you happiness as a winner in our contest. See? Came on my telephone a few minutes ago, I guess. When I was in Valentine, I stepped out for a second. Tape machine rigged, picked it up. So, I'm tapped. So, it's me. Don't you have any idea who it could be? Look, detective, I'm a lazy guy. I don't like all women and dogs, but I don't want anybody wants to kill me for it. So, just hand me my coat there, friend. I'm on my way. Tell the boys and they... Oh, no, no, you don't. Wait a minute. Ouch! Hey, let go. There we are. Smiling, the boy dropped dead. You don't think I'm going to stick around here, do you? We'll find out what happens. I'll stay right with you, pal. And wait for my prize to come. I'm not that curious. I'm going to put as many miles between me and this place as I can. Then you'll get a bodyguard. Sergeant. All the same by me. Oh, well, Jenner. Jenner, get the sergeant. Stay here, Angel. Well, McMurtry. Holy smoke. It could be me next, or you, or just anybody. Oh, no, it couldn't. See, it's quite a place Russell has here, isn't it? All these gadgets, pinups, hot plate for coffee, and this picture. George. The blonde. Yeah, Dorothy Cheever. Russell ran around with her once in a while. Yeah, it all starts to tie together. Not the way I figured, but... Well, she used to work here, you know. Oh, no, we didn't. Well, if you could call it that, it's not the working type, if you know what I mean. I took her out once twice myself, but she's too rich for my blood. Well, just what do you mean? Well, don't misunderstand, but, you know, ambitious. She wouldn't turn down at Duesenberg if you offered it to her. For the best she could get, you know, but that certainly wasn't Johnny here. No, no, she liked men with more money, like FJH. What, George? Initials on the picture of the other guy. Ball headed one back at her place, remember? Well, I wanted to see if FJ Holman is bald. Hey, now, look here, friend, the boss is all right. Sure he dated Dorothy, so what? It's him, sure, but there's no love triangle. Hey, Valentine! Yeah, hold it. Come on. Busman's holiday, my friend. In a radio station, what do they listen to? On the radio station. Oh, don't you understand? We found her, my sister-in-law. Birdie's all right. She ain't even halfway dead. Listen to her. Well, I don't see anything to laugh at. Yeah. Two of you what she's like might have known it. Ran out in McMurphy's program this afternoon because she remembered she had tickets to this one. She was just telling them over there to... Well, we'll have her under protection, too, Valentine. Yeah. To the audience, her cat was sick. They'd laugh. Don't blame them. Piece of candy Birdie got in the mail yesterday. What? What is all this? I'm so confused. Well, apparently Mrs. Pettyman got a box of candy. That's what the package in the mail was yesterday. The award, the Lisper Center. But anyway, she's out of danger now. Like Russell is. Hey, Riley. Take a look at Johnny Russell there. What? Hey. I'm... I'm... My... My arm... I can't move. Get him to the hospital. Come on, lift him. Come on, step on it. Fast as we can, sir. George's coat. That's what it was. He said ouch when he put it on. Remember? Let me see that. Yeah, you see that needle there hooked in the lining? You put on your coat, you get a scratch that you don't even notice. Oh, brother, how fast you have to work in this three-ring circus to keep people alive. Mr. Holman's not in his office, Mr. Valentine. Hmm. Oh, well, never mind. Where are you going, Anson? I work for a living. What do you think? Instruction box says Sweep Studio B. Well, janitor's heart... All right, all right, all right. George, I don't understand. Well, I'll take him one at a time. Bruxy, Mrs. Pettyman got her call first in some kind of murder attempt through the mail. Candy or whatever it was. Yeah. The whole case got thrown in the open fast because her letter was read right out on the air for everybody to hear. But in the meantime, Dorothy Cheever had got her call and had been killed, then Johnny Russell. You see, Angela Murder was working against time, making mistakes, because it was really going too fast for him, too. George, they're tied together, though. I mean, the blonde... Well, they've all been around here in the studio, sure. The blonde, Johnny Russell, even Mrs. Pettyman, always snooping around trying to get free broadcast tickets. Remember? Who's going to be next? I mean, what's the pattern? A killer like that doesn't stop. What's the matter, Ansel? I just happened to think studio B isn't being used tonight. It's a spare down in the basement with a reserve switchboard. What? Yeah. Supposed to sweep it out for a broadcast, you said. The note told me to do it. It was in the instruction box. Just a type note, though. Only now it's not there. Ansel, you're the janitor. You see everything that goes on around here. Logically, you'd be the next person that... Hey, Bruxy, get Riley back here. I'm going to be the next person. What? Yeah, stay up here, Ansel. I'll take a look at studio B for you. Record storage. Music library. Phone booths. Ah, here we are. It's a pretty good size studio. What? All right, come on now. Turn the lights on. Come on now. There's a master board around here. What's the matter? Can't you see? Look, it's too late to play games, friend. Put your lip back in shape. Where am I? Yes, where am I? You can't tell in the dark, can you? Where am I? Oh, no. Look for the light. Music stands set up for an orchestra. Did you hurt yourself? Not half as much as you're going to be, friend. Come on, come on. Tell me. I know where you are. You haven't moved, so you're still somewhere by the big control switchboard. Mr. Valens says... Look, now I won't hurt you. Yeah, I'm on your side. In fact, I'm almost done. Hey, let go of that gun. Get away from those switches. The wrong switch, Mr. Valentine. No, what a madhouse. No, no, you don't... Get away. I'll get the lights. Get over there. And I still have the gun. Well, well, well. Hello, Ansel. You couldn't shoot me in the dark, could you? You guessed who I was. It wasn't a guess, Buster. You made a mistake. But skip that part of it. I'm on your side. Forget it. Of course you're on my side. But I was fired. You guessed that. Fired? After 20 years of service? Pullman said I should rest. But I work for a living eye. I'm not like the others. Yeah, I know. The girl who was out for everything she could get without working for her. Johnny Russell, he's that type, too. He's always looking for a free prize someplace. Stop looking past my shoulder. I'm not going to turn around. Yes, you. The workers. And I work. Are you gonna kill Holman, too, the boss? Lots of people I'm going to kill. Parasites who toil not. Sure. Upstairs you pulled that gag to get me down here. It was going too fast for you, wasn't it? Holman was out and you had to have time for him. You understand, don't you? You're in the way. Now look, Ansel, you know this is all in your imagination. Those people you tried to kill are all right. Holman's all right. I know too much, but I'm not so bad either. Shut up! Why don't you lisp like you did in the phone calls? That was your mistake, you know. I don't make mistakes. You're the first one who told me about the lisp. And you pretended you'd taken the first call from that boy. She said you remembered every word. Hello from Tag. You're rich. You're wealthy. If you look in the mail today, you'll find you're a winner. We hope you enjoy your award. Brandon, that entire message is not a single S for anybody to lisp on. For the last time, look at me. Now. And look at the gun. You can't fool me. There's no one behind me. I locked that door when I called in here. What difference does it make when I say? I worked. I've worked all my life. Every penny I've made, I've made because I've worked. Oh, sure, that's right, friend. This is a radio. I'm going to kill you No one will ever know that it was me. No one's ever going to know what. Let me tell you just one thing, Mr. It's just what I've been staring at. One of those switches we hit. Maybe lots of people will know about you, friend. Mr. Valentine. Now you listen to me. Now I don't know what it means. You could tell me. But right behind you, back there over the door, there's a big red sign that's all lit up. Yeah, look at it. In great big red letters it says On the Air. What? No, no, this studio is... That's so suck... Back to the conclusion of our Let George Do It adventure in just a moment. It was strange, Mr. Holman told you that. He saved enough money. He didn't need the job. I wouldn't try to explain him. Of course, I never paid much attention to him. We know you were busy all the time doing... Well, doing... Well, doing what Ansel didn't like. I beg your pardon. There's nothing wrong with contests, is there? With a bit of skill and a bit of luck? Oh, no, no, we just... You can't tell me there's anything too many of those ideas he had. A mad man like that, a man who'd kill people, who'd try to... Oh, no, no, no, no. I like puzzles myself. You're perfectly right. Now there's no excuse for him. He's locked up where he should have been long ago. Well, I just wondered, that's all. Because, you see, I just heard about another contest. They're going to give away the most beautiful prizes. And it ain't really getting something for nothing either. Because it's a mystery quiz. And I thought if you'd give me some help, Mr. Valentine, I might even... This is where we came in. Good night, Bertie. We're going to a movie. Yes, George to the Tivoli. Why the Tivoli? We're giving away a set of dishes. Oh. You have just heard, Tag, you're it. Another Let George Do It adventure. Robert Bailey was starred as George Valentine with Virginia Greg as Bruxy. David Victor and Jackson Gillis wrote the story with music by Eddie Dunstetter. Now this is yours truly inviting you to another visit with Valentine when you will again hear what happens when you Let George Do It.