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You remember, the guy sold you the wire recorder for your office. Well, I'll cancel out the last three payments on it if you come down fast to the County Jail. I need help. A crazy rube I brought into town for a convention just so he could see the sights is now staring at the inside of a cell. He's been locked up for murder. Okay, Mr. Burnett, okay. I feel responsible for him. He's never been down here before. He's not even a salesman. You see up in Emmitsville. You want to see him, Valentine, or don't you? Just a minute, Lieutenant Johnson. He's never done anything but read comic books. But I can't let him get railroaded like a common... Well, he sure is not being railroaded for anything. And a woman is dead, isn't she? Miss Brooks, listen to me. This kid is... That's a good idea. You listen to her, Brooks. Come on, Johnson. Gladly. I just want to hear it from the kid himself. That's all. What a job. My poor boys in the hands of the law. Oh, well, that guy's just trying to help. I'm an old man. Guys like Burnett helped me get that way. What's eating you? You'll see. Here. Through here. A woman was murdered, huh? Take it from there. Hotel apartment where she lived, named with Sally Pfeife. High-speed typus. Yeah, where do you meet her? What happened? You'll see. Oh, look, Johnson. Blow on the side of the head with a bottle. Little party? Little gal about 35, fast talker, neat, clean, small business of her own that didn't amount to anything. Fight, sure, a fight of some kind. What else? This is a very refreshing, original story. Why was the kid picked up? Were the witnesses? He was caught trying to run down a fire escape this morning. Taking us all day to even pry his name out of him. Well, I don't see why. He's 26, skinny, sandy-haired, pimply-faced, 26, and probably never earned more than 26 a week in his life either. You'll see for yourself. Hey, wake up. Ferguson. Oh, excuse me. Oh, sir. Sure. I don't stand up, can't I? Just thought you were asleep. No, sir, I can't sleep. I just shut my eyes like that. I do it in the office sometimes so people don't know I'm thinking. Okay, I'm not, sir. This is Mr. Valentine. Sure. How do you do, sir? Whatever you say. Yeah, hello. Sit down, Lawrence. Yeah. You want to hear it too, I guess. I don't feel very good, you know. Last night you had some drinks. Yeah. See, Mr. Valentine, I'm just a clerk in the office up in Emmitsville. I mean, been there nine years. I beg so many times to come to conventions of Boston. It's Mr. Burnett. He felt... Last night you went to a movie, and after that a bar called a Silver Duck and you had some drinks. There was a banquet on the schedule, but, of course, I'm not a regular salesman. I mean, just a clerk, you know. But I do handle the boss's correspondence and the district records and things. Well, I was alone last night. I don't know anybody in the city or anything. You knew this woman, didn't you, this Sally Fife? No. What? No, I didn't. Until then, in the bar, I mean... He met her there. Very refreshing. It's true, too. Go on. Well, I had several, I guess. You know how it is when a guy's alone on the town, so to speak. I don't remember very well, but I guess I met her. She was awful nice. Anyway, sometime later, I didn't feel very well. Yeah, sure. It was a long way back to the hotel, and she said she'd make me some coffee up at her place, close by. But she was nice. I don't want you guys thinking anything. Yeah, yeah, yeah. We know all about it. Tell them what happened when you got there. I've told you. I don't know. It's not clear. I'm not used to... I mean... I don't know whether I'd drink the coffee or not. All I know is that it's daylight and I'm asleep on the solar... All right, hold it, kid. Hold it. There was a fight, wasn't there? You had trouble with this girl, and then... Oh, stop it. Leave me alone. All right. I ran. Sure, I ran. I tried to get out the fire escape, only my head was all dizzy. I would have got away if it hadn't been for that. That's this morning when they caught you. Get back to last night. Well... There she was. There. What do you think? I killed her. Oh, you did. Well, tell me about it. Refreshing, original stuff. I don't know. I'll tell you what. I wanted to have excitement when it feels like to be kicked around and yelled at by all in salesmen. But, Clark, sure, you'll never get any place where they're all fakes. All of them. Loud and mouthed jerks. I could wrap her in my finger any time you asked. Salesmen, I'm better than any of them. Hold it out, kid. Now, easy. You said you killed a woman. I must have. I just see nobody else was up there. I remember it. I'm sorry. I'll shoot my mouth off, but I'm just trying to forget it. I wish I was just being a clerk now. Remember, forget it. It was her idea you have some coffee last night, I suppose. It seems that way. It wasn't mine. How did you know? Oh, for the lover. Kid, haven't you ever heard of a thing like this happening to anybody besides you? What? Well, nobody ever got in trouble like this before. Nobody ever did the things that I must. Oh, cut it out, Rub. I can't stand it. Yeah, the facts are all true, Valentine. The ones we could check. Same old story. What are you talking about? I'm just a guy who... Hasn't it ever occurred to you you might be a sucker? Oh, never mind, Johnson. Never mind. What's he held for? He signed a confession of anything? You think I'm milk-taking milk away from babies? Suspicion, that's all. Then how about taking him out of here? What's the name of that boy you said to the silver duck? Come on, Lawrence. I want to see if you know how to swim. What's the idea, Mr. Valentine? This is where I was all right, but... Relax, relax. Nobody's noticing my handcuffs. Yeah, but just to stand here all the time... Keep watching. Neighborhood plays same people every night. It's about the same time now, too. The girl, Valentine. That's the part of it that doesn't fit. She wasn't a type. Wasn't a regular customer. Yeah, Johnson. It does fit. I'm just all mixed up. I want to go back here. Lawrence, on your first night in a big city, how did you meet this Sally fight? Uh, how about a demonstration? I want to see how a boy from the stick strikes up a conversation with a strange woman. Well, I know my way around her. Oh, no. I don't know. She said hello to him. What do you think? He probably blushed, too. Johnson, you contradict yourself. You said she wasn't quite the type. Brisk, sharp lady with a sharp... There's one. That guy. Which one? Point him out. There was a guy. Just came in. I don't know. I'm not sure. I must have seen all the people over here last night. I remember the waiters. Excuse me. Valentine, wake up. What's the most likely way the kid here met Sally Fife? Got picked for a patsy or whatever it was. Somebody probably introduced him, don't you think? So I'll see you later. Hello, friend. Oh, excuse me. I just wondered if I could borrow your newspaper a minute. Hey. What kind of a cigar is that? There's a change, Lopie. 15, 20, 25. Okay, Jake, I'll see you. Wait a minute, friend. The newspaper? Help yourself. See you later, Jake. And sit still. What are you picking the fifth? Must I hit it nice and fancy? Cigars, paying off your debt? I still got to figure a high alia. Hey, look at all my arm, man. I want to ask the bartender, Jake, here about you. What do you want? He's all right, Mr. Sit down, sit down. Name's Lopie, huh? What do you want? Turn around. That skinny young guy standing over there. Ever see him before? One next to the heavy-set man. No. Hey, Jake, what are you with snoops like this in for? Lopie's all right, mister. Lopie, you haven't been doping the races at my alia. The papers turn to the front page. News about a murder. And that kid's picture. So at least you've seen him before in the paper, haven't you? I didn't notice. Hey, what do you want? Yeah, Jake, here's my selections, all of them. I'm getting out of this. Sure, Lopie. Give me that. Hey, look out. There's a cool-off. That other guy coming is a cop. I got nothing to be afraid of. Oh, no, no, no. I just wanted to get rid of these notes in your pocket. Only they're not all racing selections either, are they, Lopie? Porn ticket, huh? Mister, I told you Lopie here's all right. What's going on, Valentine? I don't know, Johnson. Porn ticket for a thousand bucks. What? Yeah. No wonder he pays his debts today. Smoked such fancy cigars. Now, look, golly, I ain't got nothing to hide. I just don't want to know what to do about it, that's all. I'm Lopie Fife. Fife? Did you say? Sure. This dame had got killed. Well, I've been wondering if I should volunteer as expert testimony or something. I mean, she's my wife. Rhymes. Sally Fife? She's my wife. Well, how do you like it? Come on, friend. We're going to have a little talk. Now, look at me. Take it easy. I ain't done nothing. Oh, no. Just hiked a mink coat for a thousand dollars. Well, that's what it says here in the pawn ticket. One mink coat. Oh, here's no doubt. Well, it's a cold night. All right, so what? So I did so much. Sure, it's here, but I've done it before. She don't mind. I always get a win at the next day. Brings me luck, that's all. Raise a little quick cash. She don't mind. If you're talking about your wife, what do you mean? That she's too dead now to mind? Cut it out, I said. She and me were just friends. God rest her soul. So stop looking at me that way. I didn't kill her with the boss. Ain't it so, Jake? That's what you're called, platonic, that's all. We're going to give her the mink, not me. Sure, go up there with Bill. Big shot salesman. He's the one. Yeah. Yes, click on that. We'll return to tonight's adventure of George Valentine in just a moment. Listen to the difference. 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Ask for it at standard stations and independent chevron gas stations where they say and mean we take better care of your car. And now back to tonight's adventure of George Valentine. Vic Burnett, the big man from Emmitsville here in town for a convention. He wanted you to help one of his employees, the unclerk Lawrence Ferguson. Because Lawrence was locked up in jail for murder. Too confused even to defend himself. The only trouble is, though, the girl Lawrence said that he met for the first time last night. The night of her murder now seems to have been mixed up with Vic Burnett himself. So if your name is George Valentine, you're pretty much inclined to agree with Claire Brooks when she says... I never did like his looks, George, from the day he sold us this wire machine. I didn't like the kind of stories he told. Sure, sure, Brooksy, but don't break the recorder on account of him. You get the rest of my notes on it? Oh, didn't you finish? I'll hook it up on the phone again. No, no, that's all. Burnett didn't tell you where he was going after he left the county jail, did he? No. How do you like that? Right up your notes for a client that doesn't even... Well, we can't find him either, Brooksy. Salesman must have sold himself a powder and then taken it. Valentine, now you're just getting my boss in trouble. He wouldn't have done a thing like that. Kids, you want to save your job or your neck? I don't know. I'm all confused. I don't feel very good. This place just reminds me... Lawrence, we brought you here to her apartment to see what else you could remember. Well, I'm not helping any. I know I'm not helping any, but if you just leave him out of it... Burnett's in this up to his ears. Now, for the last time, relax. Forget what a sucker you've been and think. I'm trying, Lieutenant. That's the couch I woke up on. I know that. Wash the glasses. Did you open them? No, I don't think so. Must have been drugged. Weaned glasses. Liquor stains on the table and floor. I came up here to have a cup of coffee, I know, but... Kid, that husband loopy. You saw him in the bar when you met her. Didn't you see him up here, too, later on? Sure you did, didn't you? I didn't see anybody here except her. Oh, for the love of... Okay, Rube, wait for us here. And by the way, there's a sergeant outside the other door. Well, going to get around to me now, huh? Just wanted to give you time to make your story good, loopy. I know you guys. I think you keep me cool and I'll get hotter, hey? Well, let me tell you, I'm just a husband, see? But we're the boss. I'm not surprised. She was a businesswoman. A little sharp around the edges, maybe, but standing a guy like you as a horse of another color. Incompatible, that's all. Just one of them things. Give the little lady a happiness, I said, but still, play Sonic. Soft spot for old loopy. You know how it is. Which brings me to the mink coat. A little matter which was over and done with yesterday afternoon. A little over the mink, so loopy could pick the horse of the right color. If you don't mind my lifting your figures of speech. Just saw her for a minute and met Bob, but I never came up here later on. Vic Burnett gave her the coat, huh? Yes, sir, but you see... When? Last year. How long's he known her? Several years, maybe. Fancy apartment. Her typing service didn't buy her all this. It's how she met him. Special work on his district records or something. He's down here a lot. And she used to write to his office when he wasn't. Boyfriend, that's all. It's quite legally legal. In love with business. Any painter and mink. All right, so she knew a few things about him. So she had a liking with the finer things. Now you're warming up, friend. She blackmailed him, huh? She did not. You can't talk that way about my wife, God rest her soul. A shakedown artist, so that's what you wanted. I didn't say that. Oh, stop it. Well, a quartet. Pick him up over that office machine convention, Lieutenant. You see, I wasn't running any place. Just dodging a little. I know, Mr. Burnett. Hoping we'd have it all solved by now. I'll hung on somebody else. Thanks, Sergeant. I guess you don't need me anymore. So I guess I'll just... Oh, no, you don't, Lobby. Stick around. Okay, okay. Listen to me. I want you guys to understand something. I hired you, Valentin. I don't forget that. Yeah, to rescue a guy so dumb he walked into the oldest frame-up in history. So old, no matter what he said, no jury would ever convict him. But that doesn't mean you couldn't be the man behind the frame, does it? Sure, he must be. Listen, I said, I would have told you everything. You know how it is. Head salesman, travel a lot. Why should I tell you about Sally? She was my style. She never asked more than I could afford. She was all right. She was a good sport. When did you see her the last time? Last night, supper. Go on, make something out of that. There you see, supper. He's already supper. How was she dressed? Huh? Well, I don't remember. Very nicely. Was she wearing a mink coat at supper, or wasn't she? Sure. The one I gave her. Why? Grab that guy. Lloyd. Oh, no, you don't. I'm no sucker. Come back here and grab him, Sergeant. Grab him. He's the one who didn't get him. He got away, George? Oh, yeah, sure. Of course he got away, Brooksy. Johnson and Burnett after him, like a couple of overfed bloodhounds. The kid's here with me. Oh. Well, why didn't you go with him? I wanted you to read me back some notes, that's all. You see, the closet's been all torn up ransacked. So it had to be Loopy who got the coat. We know that. But he didn't get it until after supper. So he was up here late, probably after he'd been in that bar. George, he saw his wife with Lawrence, so it would have been easy for him to follow them up there. Yeah, yeah, sure. George? Yeah, I'm right here. Look, I'll be back up to listen to those notes myself instead, OK? Well, I'm just typing. Yeah, I'll be up at the office. Let Johnson look for people I'm all through. Wait for me. Notes for Burnett. Interviewed Lawrence Ferguson in jail. Has stack of circumstantial evidence against him, including the fact that he was caught running the scene of crime. Oh, George, I'm just getting started on it. The only trouble is... Oh. Hello, ma'am. I heard that voice and thought it was Mr. Valentine. I thought you were. You're Lawrence Ferguson, aren't you? That's right. Do you mind if I sit down to wait for him? How'd to know? Hmm? No, no, sit down. I'll describe to you, I guess. Oh? I was all dressed up last night. I don't look like much anymore. Don't be silly. I thought George was with you. I can't afford to buy the kind of clothes a salesman do. You're jerks. You know that? Everything... Where is George? Oh, I don't know. He was on the phone. I was waiting for him. Then he hung up and took off like lightning. Or maybe he'd come over here. I heard him say that. I still got on one of my handcuffs. I guess I'd better wait for him to take me back to jail. That's all I'm here for. Go on with your work. I'll just sit here and wait. Well, thank you. Only trouble is a matter of a make coat. Lupi, Sally, Fife's divorce, no good husband. Mr. Valentine didn't know yet, I guess. Lupi got the coat last night. That's what it is. With a man who committed murder, maybe even with a coat as motive, seems to me he'd be a lot more likely to sell it. Mr. Valentine's a smart man, isn't he? At the time, Lupi hawked the coat. Today, he didn't even know his wife was dead. I'm sort of like Mr. Valentine in some ways. Smart. Where is George? Tell me. If he left to come here and you were with him, he'd be here by now. I don't know. I'm waiting. Just like you are. Yeah. He said the closet at Sally's apartment was all ransacked. Lupi wouldn't do that, would he? He'd know where the coat was. Maybe he already got it. You mean, while you were in that bar with his wife? Maybe. She wasn't wearing it. How did you know she even had a make coat? I don't know, ma'am. I'm all mixed up. Yes. Play some more. That machine that salesmen sell. Big shots. Jerks. They even got a song. Salesman of all F.O.E. We will have prosperity. Isn't that a laugh? Like a bunch of high school kids in a football game. Well, I see what goes on. I can make more money than any of it. Lauren, stop. I'll play it if you want. Sell it. Also, Mr. Burnett, it bothers me you'd hire me and still keep things secret. But you did hire me, so answer a few questions. Your correspondence up there in Emmitsville. Sally Fife did business with you, so whoever handles your correspondence would know about her. Check? And that's your clerk, Lawrence. He would have known about her through the handling of district records, too. But he insists he didn't even know her name until last night. Why? You killed her. Poor innocent boy being framed. You killed her. Mr. Valentine's smart. You're stupid. You killed her and ran, but you got caught. I'm sorry. That's what she said. I'm sorry. They were sorry for me. They thought I'd been framed because I made it look that way. I used to lick her on the rug in the table. I pretended. I used to give Sally information about Mr. Burnett, and then she'd get mink coats in there. I don't care. I don't want to know. She wouldn't give me my share. She said I was stupid the same than you said. Don't. Don't touch me. Why not? I have to kill you. Get away. Sally couldn't give me my share. I thought I got even with her. They caught me. I still made it look like I'd been framed. I looked for the code, but it was gone. Get away, I said. But I still got away. Stop it. You only can balance out. Stop it. I wasn't sorry. I'm sorry. They thought I'd been framed because I made it look that way. I still lick her on the rug in the table. I pretended. I used to give Sally information about Mr. Burnett. You did that. You should get mink coats in there. I don't care. I don't want to know. You turned the thing and started to record what I said. You're stupid. The same thing you did. You think you got a confession, don't you? Why is the button on this crazy thing? I didn't know. You didn't. You bumped it yourself, but you were going to prove I am. And so, Mr. Burnett, I guess you don't need a report. The kid you wanted me to help is nothing but a pin-brained loony. Where's the button? Oh, yes, it will, Buster. Oh, George, you're here. I'll show you the button. George. Now, hey, hey, Angel. Cut it out. It's all over. He didn't hurt you. But I didn't know where you were. I thought he'd done something to you. Back when I was telephoning, he was outside with a cop. He slugged him and ran. But I told you I was coming right over. George, why didn't you say what had happened? Why didn't you? Well, let's now take it easy, Angel. I didn't want to scare you. I wasn't positive he was headed here, and besides, I came as fast as I could. But you must have got here a long time ago. You must have been standing outside and listening. Well, Angel, it's all over. I know you needed real evidence against him. I wouldn't have let him hurt you, Angel. Come on, let's go. You didn't do that on purpose, did you? I mean, not warn me and then let that... Look, see, what kind of a guy do you think... Well, it just happened that way. Oh, look, darling. Come here. Let me convince you. No. I don't believe you. Oh, but... don't stop trying to convince me. If at first you don't succeed. Some things can be out of sight and out of mind without creating any special problem. But you really can't afford to forget about your car's battery. Neglect the battery and you take chances with your car's starting power with the efficiency of headlights and taillights and accessories. 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