 And now, the Gulf Oil companies and your neighborhood Good Gulf Dealer present Counter Spies. The Gulf Oil companies and your neighborhood Good Gulf Dealer are proud to present Counter Spies, a program especially designed to help investigate and combat the enemies of our country, both at home and abroad. This is David Harding. All the enemies of our country at home do not operate in the realm of espionage. There are some who for selfish reasons would interfere with the flow of goods and military supplies to our allies and armies abroad. Such a man was Sid Bergus, a West Coast gangster who was opposite control of Pier 137, a vital waterfront shipping terminal. But there were those ready to stand up against Bergus, Charlie Keno for one. Sid Bergus tried all the tricks in the books on Charlie Keno, shape up boss on Pier 137, but none of them worked. Your Counter Spies organization, though lacking the jurisdiction to act at the time, kept careful watch and reports were regularly dispatched to this headquarters. One report described a situation which took place on Pier 137 on the evening of August the 18th. Damn, Jerry, give our hand with the number two plane. Hey, Wolf, when you get thrown out in the number four hole, come and see me in the office. That car's not here, Keno. Huh? I am trying. I thought I told you we were never to put foot on this dock again. Sid Bergus and me. Didn't I tell you the next time I throw you right out on your e-lock, you'll have to make it so personal? I don't do anything to you, Keno. Sir Bergus, that's personal enough for me. Bergus has got a no proposition he wants to talk to you about. Now, what do you say? It's what I say we've been able to tell Bergus for me. Here is my answer to all his propositions. Come on, get up. Sorry. Sorry for that, Keno. Very sorry. You're the one who'll be sorry if you ever show up on this Pier again. Now, sir, help me if I ever find you around here again. I'll take it. This victim attorney has presented the state's case against my client in a clear, if somewhat over-traumatic manner. But now, if it pleases the court, I should like to make only one important point. This. This. Exhibit A. This glass vial which contains, according to my illustrious opposition, a portion of the lethal poison which killed the victim, poisoned found in the home of my client. And this, Mark, you, is the only fragment of evidence that the state has produced against my client. I shall now prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that this one piece of supposed damning evidence is absolutely worthless by drinking the contents of this vial. And there you have it, Cora. Wow. You really drank a sip of this vial? Just as I drank that cocktail. And I'm alive to tell you about it, my dear. Just as it happened in that courtroom ten years ago. Well, naturally, the case was immediately dismissed. Well, then your client was innocent. Uh-huh. Huh? Guilty as thin. But you drank that stuff and nothing happened to you. Nevertheless, it did contain a slow-acting poison. But how? Remember, I said a slow-acting poison. But I still don't say that. Everything was in readiness, you see. The second occasion is dismissed. I rushed to a building across the street from the courthouse where a stomach pump was waiting. Within three minutes, the lethal dose was out of my system. Clever, Cora? Well, sure, Mr. Wallace, but then you took a terrible chance. Well, I figured it was a gamble, considering my $10,000-a-day note. And your client got away with murder. Yes, but not the second time. Second? Two years later, he chose a more obvious weapon, a gun, in eliminating a competitor. He died in the gas chamber for that infraction. And that was quite a shame. After all you did to save him, huh? Well, I wasn't thinking of him. Myself. Before entering the chamber, a sudden and unfortunate stroke of conscience prompted him to reveal the true facts of his first trial. Uh-oh. And that got him into trouble, huh? Well, among other things, I was disbarred. You think you've done all right for yourself, Mr. Wallace? Financially, yes, but money isn't everything. No? What is? Well, I suppose it is a great deal, Cora, but I do miss the dramatic moments where the trials can hold. Don't you got enough dramatic moments these days handling said Ferguson's business and your other clients? In a way, but I really prefer to operate in front of the curtain rather than behind it. Well, if I were you, Mr. Wallace, I wouldn't complain at all. Right now, Cora, I have only one strong complaint. Which is? You keep calling me Mr. Wallace. Mm-hmm. That's it, I'll call you. Well, under these conditions, what do you think? James? Jim. Jim. David? Much. Get yourself a drink. I will. Don't make it long. Yeah. I won't. Hello? Hello? When? Yes. I'll be there. Goodbye. Oh, that was quick. Cora. Something wrong, Jim? No, but I will have to beg off tonight's date. Well, of course, what else could tear me away? You can't wait until tomorrow? I'm afraid not. I've got to leave immediately. I had to lie to meet you tonight. You know, it wasn't easy for me to get away. I know that, Cora, but this really can't be helped. A very important client is waiting. Well, where'd I go with you? Ordinarily, I'd be delighted to take you along, but not with this particular client. Oh, no. Well, he happens to be your boyfriend, Sid Ferris. What took you so long, Wallace? Sorry, Ferris. The rain made the shore road very slippery. Where's Bird Weaver? He's inside, William. And Charlie Kino? Just like I told you on the phone and the bedroom. That's cold. The gun? Weaver's got it. Then everything's ready? Yeah, yeah. One in the house. Weaver took the lease on this beach house as I planned it? Yeah, and he's been living here since last one thing. That's great. Now go ahead, John. Hi, Mr. Wallace. Good evening, Bird. Here's where Kino gets his message, huh? That's right, Bird. Here's where... And he'll never push nobody else around now. Will he come? It's not likely, Bird. And from here on, with Kino out of the way, you'll be hamming things with their 137, huh, Sid? Yeah, Bird. From here on, I'll be in the driver's seat. Let's have a go. Yeah. Here it is. They've already fixed the catch-off for nothing. Have any trouble getting it, Bird? No, no trouble at all, Captain. Well, then, sir, I guess I'd say everything is your step. That's right. Everything. This is what I've been waiting for. Oh, Bird. Huh? Where are you going? I'm going to the bedroom to bring Kino out of here. You won't have to do that, Bird. Oh. Oh, you're going to give it to him in there, huh? Uh-uh. Well, we're not giving it to Kino at all. Yeah, but we're letting the officials take care of Kino. Isn't that it, Captain? That's the way I'm arranging it, Bird. Well, look, I don't get this. Then what's all the setup for, Sid? You tell him, Wallace, you're the legal brain. The setup is to prove an airtight case of murder against Kino. Murder? Well, I still don't get it. Get it now, Bird. It's all set up, Bird. Set up for us when Kino's pressing the kill-yo. Sorry, Bird. This is the best in legal way. He wants to sleep at 1.30. Why the sudden rush, Sid? Charlie Kino has been arrested for the murder of Bird Weaver. That's a shame for Kino. The King, Cooper, every stevedore working on Pier 137 out there. I mean, this is a chance for Sid Ferguson to walk in and take over. Chance he's been waiting for him. Yeah. But it's also a chance for us to walk in. I was about to ask you that, Sid. Why are we flying out? We still don't have any jurisdiction. We do now, Peter. Under the national fire armed act. The murder weapon? Hmm? Yeah, that gun was transported over state lines six days ago. So we're free to act in the case now. You know, Mr. Harding, I'm not thinking. You know what? Fergus could have created this situation himself. I mean, the bad blood between Kino and Bird Weaver. Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. Well, from what you've heard so far, Chief, is there any possibility that Kino didn't actually commit the murder? Well, everything I've heard so far looks very bad for Charlie Kino. Especially the gun. The gun? What do you mean, Chief? It was Kino. We bought it in Nevada six days ago. Sometimes winter can sure be a pain in the neck. We mean, when you get in your car these cold frosty mornings, then you press the starter, but nothing much happens. And you're right where you started. Or rather, where you didn't start. Now, here's what you can do about it. Keep her filled up with new winter grade gulf-nonox gasoline. Because winter grade nonox is the sure-fire gasoline that starts your engine going in stopwatch time. Nonox gives you the quickest start your car can make. 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Well, when he paid his bill, he reached in his coat pocket for the money and then it fell out on the floor. What fell on the floor, Mr. Bronson? A gun. Well, Fergus, what do you think? Hey, you did a good job on Bronson. Thank you. If he doesn't slip up in court... Oh, you don't have to worry about me, Mr. Fergus. I got it down fast. Well, is that all, counselor? I got to get back to the tavern. That's all, Bronson. Oh, Mr. Fergus. Yes, okay. Here's your money. Much of likeness, please. Well, good night, counselor. Bronson, just a minute. Yes, sir? Now, remember, you never call me or Fergus again. You never get in touch with him. Is that understood? Yes, yes. Okay, go on, go on. Well, Fergus, it's all over for the sentencing. Yeah, I've got a hand if you can say it. You sure do, Fergus, that $10,000 fee for this matter. All business, aren't you? Is anything else important? Yes, but you're too old to learn about it now. Hello? Well, how are you, Mr. Ambrose? Yes, Mr. Ambrose, but I'm about to finish for that matter. Yes, that part is definitely settled. You'll be at the same place tonight? By all means. An hour? Exactly. Goodbye, Mr. Ambrose. Oh, business. Now, tell me, counselor, how can you live such a dull life? I've never been in jail before. Well, Mr. Keno... Just don't understand. Mr. Keno, Mr. Harding wants to hear the facts. Directly from you. I don't know how it happened. I don't even know how I got down to that beach house. According to the testimony of Ernest Bronson, you were drinking in his cafe, drinking Hellaway. No, Mr. Harding, I'm not a drinker. I just stopped by there once in a while for a beer. So I'll have a drink, just one beer, maybe two, and it was a very hot day. Well, Bronson also said that when you paid your bill, the gun fell out of your pocket. Well, I didn't have the gun with me. But you did buy that gun in Nevada just a week before Weaver was killed with it. Yeah. Well, why did you buy it? It was self-protection. There was no telling what said where does my duty get rid of me. Well, why did you go to the trouble of buying it in Nevada? I just didn't want my sister to know about it. I didn't want to scare her or anything. You didn't have to go all the way to Nevada, did you? You've become guilty too, don't you? We're not thinking anything right now, Mr. Kino. We just want to thank you. The facts may help you. Go on, Mr. Kino. Well, I was all mixed up. I didn't like the idea of carrying a gun, but I thought it was the best thing to do. I took a trip to Nevada just a two-day rest and while I was there I made up my mind to buy that gun. It's all there was to it, and it's the truth. Well, I hope it isn't, Mr. Kino. You can believe me, Mr. Hush. Look, there's nothing I want more. If you wanted that gun to protect myself against Fergus and his gang, I never dreamed anything like this would come out. Well, probably Fergus did, but it wasn't a dream. What do you mean, Mr. Hudson? I mean, that Fergus wanted to get you off Pier 137 the worst way, so he went about it the worst way. Yeah, but it seems everything is against me. You read everything Bronson said? Yes, I read it. Now I'm interested in hearing it in person. Guys, we want to talk to you. About what? The Kino case. Both of you go over to that empty booth and talk. Why should I talk to you about anything? Is identification card reason enough? Counter-spice. Oh, let's go over there. Yeah, okay. Uh, Willie, to draw that beer, I'll be busy for a while. Uh, go ahead. Sit down. All right, Bronson, I suppose you started at the beginning. What do you want to hear from me? I told everything to the DA. Maybe you won't be able to repeat it exactly the same way, Bronson. Look, what do you take me for? Possibly, we might take you for plenty. Look, I know my right. You can't intimidate a witness. Who taught you that? That's the trouble with all you characters. You know your own rights, but no one else's. I'm a witness. You're treating me like I was a guilty party Kino. Maybe Kino isn't so guilty. Well, you can't prove it by me. We have an idea we can. Well, I know. No matter how much you give me the business, the fact, the fact. It's also a fact that Kino isn't a drinker. Yet you claim he had plenty here the night of the murder. He did. Plenty could be one drink if it had been fixed. Who would want to fix his drink? You tell us. Well, you're balking at the wrong tree, Mr. All. I know it's a fact. You know, Sid Ferguson? I've heard of him. Do you know him? No. What do you want from me anyway? You say that the gun dropped out of Kino's pocket. That's a fact. He didn't even have his gun with him. Well, go ahead. Believe him. He's only a murderer. Maybe he isn't. Maybe he has something about as bad as a murderer. I didn't do anything. What do you want from me? You've had that before. Well, what do you? The truth. I'm a danger. The fact. Not your facts. The truth, I said. Look, I told you all I know. Now will you leave me alone? We'll be back. You might have a change of mind. No chance. All right. We'll be back anyway. And he's sticking to his story. Well, I've got an idea where we'll be able to shake his story loose. Is something new to turn up? Someone old. Who? Someone old on our book. And a holler. The name James Raywall Wallace. Does that help you to follow? Wallace. That slimy shite. Mm-hmm. What does he fit in? Well, it's a valency tale. And Sid Ferguson reports that Wallace and Ferguson have frequent business sessions. But Chief, it could mean that Wallace set up the whole deal for Fergus to get rid of Charlie Keno. Certainly could. Wallace is an expert at deals like that. Now, but prove it. As you say, Wallace is an expert. Well, we can prove it in time. Yes, but time is the thing we can't afford. You know, can afford it even less. What do we do? Well, for one thing, we'll keep working on Bronson. There's a chance he might still lead us back to Wallace and Ferguson. We have some contact with either one of them so far. Well, he might if we keep up the pressure. And there's something else, Peter, about the relationship between Wallace and Sid Ferguson. What? A third party. Who's that? Fergus' girlfriend, Cora Vinson. The surveillance detail reports some information about Cora Vinson that even Fergus doesn't seem to know. He's very friendly with Wallace, but on a secret basis. Oh? That's worth knowing. More than that, Peter. That's worth using. If you listen carefully to what I'm about to say, you can save your car and yourself a lot of trouble. To combat the most common problems in your car's fuel system, Gulf's research engineers have come up with an entirely new formula, a brand new product called GulfSDL. GulfSDL is an all-year fuel system conditioner. And here's what it does for your car. 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Oh, you said we're going. Well, you don't want to. Did I say no? Well, well... Well, you've got to play a little hard to get. When are we going? Oh, I'd say all my business will be cleared up in three months. I could let that rain. But you wouldn't. It could be business. What? Better answer. Hello? Counselor? Bronson? Didn't I tell you not to call me? I can't help myself. Countess, get off the phone first. I'll get in touch with you. Don't call me again. Sounds like cobble, Jim. Plenty of it. The counterspires are in on the Keynell case. Oh, I guess you won't call said then. I do not. What? I've got enough to worry about. You and me. We'll let Frigus worry about himself when his time comes. All right, Cora? All right. Well? All right, Jim. But what do we do next? You go up to your apartment and pack. I'll pick you up in an hour. And we'll start out on that trip to Paris. Come on in, Jim. You packed, Cora? Already. Very big. Down in the car? Car? Who's gone? Frigus. Oh, you're a mouth. That stupid look doesn't become a slipper like you. Frigus, you... I was right behind that door when you walked in. What? But I don't understand. I sent for Sid. What? He told me everything, counselor. Huh? Everything, Jim. Are you planning to skip out on me? Skip? Well, now, Frigus, I don't know what she said, but I can explain. Save that golden fruity, George. I'll only be wasting breath. You see, while there's Cora here with my insurance against you... Insurance? That's right. I had a soda give me an inside track on you all the time. You didn't trust me. I'll come off it. I don't have time to laugh. All right. What are you going to do? What would you do in a situation like this? The second thing I'm going to do is take Cora and leave this town. And what do you think is the first thing? Now, believe me, Frigus, that won't be necessary because after all, I'm as heavily involved in the killing of Bert Weaver as you are, and I can't afford to talk. I can't afford to take chances. You're much too smart at copying a plea. You want to wait outside, Cora? It doesn't matter, Jim. Okay. Well, you'll be crazy to use that gun in here. It'll be heard throughout the entire building. No, no, not this gun, counselor. This one is as silent as it can. Oh! There's nothing silent about this gun for you. I've been a king of his life, Mr. Harding. Mr. Harding? Well, I can explain everything, sir. Is that right, Wallace? Yes, sir, I can. Now, to begin with, you've got a phone call tonight from someone you identified as Bronson. Yes. What? Well, it wasn't Bronson who called. It was me. We decided not to wait till Bronson talked. Well, that's a shabby trick. Now, before you go any further, let me warn you, Wallace. You're under arrest for complicity in the murder of Bert Weaver. Anything you may say will be held against you. Yes, but you don't see to it... Oh. And as for tricks, Wallace, forget about any this time when you get in court. We heard everything said in here. 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Has been changed by certain racketeers to where there's a will, there's an error. New paper accounts of the reunion of long-separated relatives have started certain characters on the prowl for missing errors. And sometimes the result is a complete surprise. Even to those in on the racket. Hitherto undisclosed facts will be revealed next week in case of the errant errors on counter-spire. Counter-spire was directed by Mark B. Lowe and featured Don McLaughlin and Mandel Kramer with the Oscar Bradley Orchestra. Bill Raju speaking. Counter-spire is a Phillips H. Lord production for the golf oil companies and your neighborhood good golf dealer. Be sure to see the golf playhouse on NBC television every Friday night. Result your newspaper for time and station. This is NBC, the national broadcasting company.