 My name's Regan. I get ten a day and expenses from a detective bureau run by a guy named Anthony J. Lyon. They call me the lion's eye. With Jack Webb as Jeff Regan, the lion's eye stand bar for hard-boiled action and mystery and thrilling adventure in tonight's story of the guy from Gower Gulls. It's a gray building about the color of moldy bread. It's an apartment house in the middle of Hollywood and it figures that the guy who built it quit voting when they named the street it sits on. My place is furnished with war surplus from the Spanish-American War. Well, it's got a hat rack and that's where I live, number 308. In back where you get a view and some fresh air from the alley. One's about as bad as the other. But I got it fixed up kind of nice. Hot plate, coffee pot, an autographed picture of Sally Rand that somebody left there. Only mistake I made was putting in a telephone. It spoils a lot of things. We got a job. Why don't you sleep at night? Lucky for you, I got insomnia. We go broke. Tri-ovulting. What kind of a job? How should I know? Get your clothes on. What are you doing reading the war dads? I got a note from a client. You mean you got money? Hundred bucks is all. It says he'll match it if we run him an errand. Where to, Santa Anna Canyon? He'll tell you. You know, you got morals like a cash register. Can he write his name? Now he's a little old for cowboys and Indians, isn't he? That's his. When's the wagon train pull out? Regan, I don't know how I stand for you. Get over there. Get where? Listen, that guy works pretty hard. Building up a business like I have takes a lot out of him. You got plenty on tap. I just want you to understand that's all money doesn't grow on trees. Now, sometimes you gotta play your hunches. Like George Gallup? This time I got a feeling the guy's okay. He writes like a gentleman. Regan, I want you to treat him like one. But where do I find him? He's in a location that can give us a lot of business. Where? The city jail. Yeah, that's the lion. Born under the sign of the dollar. Well, it happened on Monday night and I found the Lincoln Heights jail looking real tired after a rough weekend. They were putting fresh creosote on the walls in front of the drunk tank and the guy at the desk looked like he'd burst his radiator if anybody phoned for another reservation. It was about 1 a.m. But after a couple of jokes I know about alligators, Sergeant Gonzalez hauled out a drawer with some cards in it. Undersea, he found it. Full name, David Crockett, cell 273, solitary. Gonzalez walked me through a couple of quarters and then he opened his cell and let me inside. Davey Crockett was there, awake and standing up. He was about four feet high, skinny with a head like a sunburned turnip. He had blue veins roaming all over his nose and a handlebar mustache to hold him up. He looked at me like I was holding a fifth ace. Howdy, stranger. My name's Regan, International Detective Bureau. How do I know? Start anything and I'll set up a racket. I worked for the lion, you called him. Maybe yes, maybe no. You got credentialed us. Where do you want him? Easy, son. Not talking to an amateur. Flyweight Champion, Buenos Aires, 29. Grab yourself a squat, pardon me. What are you so nervous about? Nothing. The cautiousness, that's all. All right, look, let's start at the beginning, shall we? What are you locked up for? Fireplug. Got him in the dangerous places in this bird. What'd you do, steal it for your dog? No. Parked my landlady's car alongside it while I ran a nerve. You don't get jugged for traffic tickets. There were two cops. Looked like a posse. I don't like injustice. All right, resisting arrest, is that all? What mode do you want? Told you I'm not a man to be trampled with. Taught you to in Tokyo, 34. The Jap's still lost the war. That's still Regan. You're working on it. On what? Well, it's just another errand. It's not much. Well, come on, let's pick up the tempo, will ya? My bicycle's double parked. Say, you ever get saddle shows on a bicycle I did once? Eight-day racing? Yeah, yeah, I know. Now, what about this errand? Little package wrapped up in a sweater. In the alley, by the ash can. Go on. I calculated I'd dropped it about three and a half feet to the left of the big ash can. By accident? Man can't fight with his hands full. I'll get down in the address while you're here. All right. What's in that sweater you didn't want the cops to see? A polecat. It fits the rest of your story, huh? Son, there's nothing in the life of David Crockett won't stand inspection. When you get the package, check it in at the Union station. And then what? Save me this tub. You get a hundred. Save it for bail. You could do this job yourself. Don't I told ya, sonny. I'd like to be lonesome. So you had him lucky up on purpose? No, I just like it here. You want a reference? Check any of the boys in Galagalch? Movie cowboy, huh? Ladding, you're looking at the greatest jacket since Paul Revere. Eddie Sand to Eddie Arcado. I beat him all. Kentucky Downs, 39. Yeah, sure. Well, a job's a job, Davey, but I got a hot tip where I fit in. Where's that? Trailing the field. Well, I left the little man running his fingers through an old copy of Variety, and I went out into the street. It was about three o'clock, and a truck was throwing some water out and giving the gutter a shampoo. I picked up my car and started out to play Retriever. That's when I spotted the blonde tailing me. She was using a 37-packered, and the top was down. I could see her in the mirror. I could tell she had yellow hair like a rag doll. It took a few fast turns to get rid of her, but then I was solo when I pulled to a stop for the alley off Gower. It was in back of some old movie studios. About then, a drunk came pouring down the street, did a loop around a fire plug at the head of the alley and sat down. He was the talented kind, and I figured he thought I was Arthur Godfrey. Well, I scrambled over some broken beer bottles looking for the sweater. It finally showed lying beside a pack of newspaper and some dame's torn petticoat. That's when the drunk lost his tilt and began looking at me. I picked up an old shoe. I wrapped it in a newspaper and I started out of the alley. The drunk went back to his audition, moving toward me. Hi, friend. Have a drink. That's not my brand. Don't be a mug. A little drink between friends is real nice. We haven't been introduced. My name's Maxwell. What's yours? Slip my mind. That's the trouble with the whole world. No fellowship except for my girl Marie. You know Marie? No, I don't. Sort of short and plump, a little sinus trouble. That's too bad. Thought you might have met her. Lots of fellowship in that girl. Every time you look, another fella. All right, move it, buddy. No, you don't want to get by me. Friends, you want to stand right there and have a little drink. You got the subject we're going to talk about? Yeah, sure, sure. Here we go. What's in the package? Dirty laundry. Ain't that funny, though. I just got me a new Bendix. Why don't you go into business? That's what I'm going to do. You're my first customer. No, I lux my dainties. Don't go away, friend. I ain't through with my sales talk. Well, hire a skywriter. Hold up, I said. Get your hands off of me. All right, Regan, the round sofa. Yeah, what makes you the referee? This does. Bendix wants to play rough, Regan. Reconsider, Regan. It'll make you happy. All right, what do you want? The package. You heard what he said, smart guy. Why don't you work for it? Be happy, Max. Don't leave, Regan. We're not finished. I got the package, Regan. Give him a tip for picking it up. Sure. I guess I overpaid him. Well, it was easy to see it was their play. I had about as much chance as a midget in a basketball game. The muscles ambled off with the package that they took from me, and I crawled back for that sweater. It was still there wrapped around something hard and round. When I ripped it off, a shine caught my eyes. It was a metal can of movie film, and the word Peru was marked on it. Not much for all the hush-hush, but it must have had a story. Well, I looked up a friend of mine who owned a camera shop, and I made a commotion with a five-dollar bill that shook the sand out of him, and he rented me a projector with sound. The lion's house was the next stop. We threw up a sheet on the wall and turned on the film. That completed the night. We had a trip to a good neighbor without a passport. It turned out to be a Joan Fitzpatrick giving with some kind of a travelogue. The most colorful in the world. A temple of worship. Home of Peru, 2,000 years old. You get me out to see a movie. Well, stop screaming. It's free. You know I can't stand movies. I got sore eyes. All right, shut up and listen to this. The Marketplace. A street vendor dressed in gay, native costume, selling delicacies to Peruvian children. Beads and jewels of exquisite beauty wrought by the hands of master Peruvian artisans. Horse racing and innovation from the modern world. I'm going to bed. You won't sleep. I stole your eye-shade. I'll read and I gotta get up early. I got lots to do. It'll keep. A veritable symphony of motion. And so, it's with heavy heart, we say adieu to lovely Peru. Land of the Peruvians. Land of charm and enchantment. And with the setting sun, we take our leave. Well, what did you get out of it? A headache. We'll talk about it in the morning. No, I can't wait. What you doing now? I'm phoning the city jail. Looking for a room? Looking for information. Davial supply. You've been drinking. Listen, big shot. Somebody's after this film for some reason. I'm going to find it. Danny's Regan. How are you, Regan? I'm glad you called. I just got that joke about the alligators. Well, do me a favor, will you? Sure, pal. Say, I told her to the lieutenant. He's still laughing. You know, it may earn me a promotion, pal. Let me talk to Davy Crockett. Oh, I can't do that, Regan. You can say I'm his lawyer. Well, it's not that, pal. He's not here anymore. What do you mean? Some guy from the lieutenant, the joke. This guy in the briefcase comes in, taps down the bail, out walks your friend. Well, he said he liked it there. Where'd he go? Not from the cowboy from Gower Gulch. It's money's last yarn. Gonzalez told me that somebody had shot Crockett as soon as he hit the street. Oh, none of this made sense. The phony job, the blonde who tailed me, the fight in the alley, the corny movie. Now, the lion shoved the film in a desk, and I went out the door. I cut across his yard, but I stopped on the opposite sidewalk. My car wasn't alone. A 40-foot nag sniffing at its rear fender. Hey, Regan. Well, Maxwell. That's me. You look different. Did you take the cure? Shut up. Somebody wants to see you. If it's Marie, tell her my book's full. Thought you might like a lift. No, I got a friend who runs a streetcar, and I go on beating. Regan, don't be that way. Hope for him a penatella, Maxwell. Who's this? Your father-in-law? You smoke, Regan? No, it might explode. Yes. So long. Oh, this fussy idiot, Max. I told you before, you're on probation. That's all right. Don't pick on him, teacher. He didn't hurt me. Get in front, Max. Sure. Where did your other boy, Rad, who could play some bridge? I thought he'd do better in the shoe business. The one I gave him didn't fit, huh? I'm a much misunderstood man, Mr. Regan. I'm sure you'll put your best foot forward. I'd love to. My car. Horace Grundy. Mm-hmm. Sometime earlier, a little man called me, Mr. Regan. Custer or boon or... Baby Crockett? Of course. I want you to understand I get many such calls. Party line. It's a private number, but the salesman bothered me anyway. It's tough to be popular. Did Davey tell you what he was selling? No, he didn't tell me either. Have it your own way. When I told him I'd meet him, he said he'd arrange to get out of jail. He said all he wanted was a job. And he got one. Yes, only there's no future to it. I wouldn't want anything like that happening to you, Mr. Regan. I'll renew my insurance. No, you'll come with me. It's more friendly. I suppose I don't like to talk. You won't have to if everything goes all right. Well, it's your taxi. And you're paying the fare. All right, Maxwell. Clover Field. I never knew a guy could say the name of an airport and make it sound like Forrest Lawn. Grundy sat in the corner checking the manicure on his fingernails, and Maxwell drove out Olympic. By the time we skidded into Clover, I'd figured absolutely nothing. It was still only 4 a.m., but there was a string of cars parked in the lot. I spotted a 37-packered roadster, but I was too busy getting rushed up onto the field to look for the blonde. Besides, the faster we ran, the more excited Grundy got. Then we rounded the hanger, and the reporters hit us. Hey, Louis B's pretty sore, huh? No, no. Louis B and I are friends. Just his plugs are burned. Let us through, boys. Hey, wait a second. There's a studio who's traveling on the plane. They say he wants a quarter of a million. You're going to pay him today? After I see a workout. Come on, Regan, let's go. Yeah, you're a real big man, Grundy. I'm going to be Regan. Mr. Romano, best rep of any horse in South America. So that's it, huh? Where the ruins come from? What's that? Peru? Oh, sure. Peruvian National Airways gave Julio a special plane. Everything special. Like in the movies. Well, look, suppose you watch him unload. I'll take a back seat here. Oh, no, no, Regan. This is a big day. I want you to see what... What's the ambulance for? Don't look at me. Stick around, Regan. It could be you. Julio. The guy who owns him? Must be. I'd like to hold him behold on break. Take it easy, boy. We got you. What happened? Bounce, bounce. The landing she is off. That is all. Where is the doctor? You're going to the hospital. Lie down. I'm broken in six places. Lift up the splinter. Come on, boys. Hurry it up. Kick, kick, kick. Move fast, boys. Yes, hot stuff. Mr. Grundy! Mr. Grundy, the horse! The guy with the plane started a yell just about the time they took Julio toward the rear of the ambulance. Grundy took a dive for the cargo door and so did everybody else. Then I had to stand there while six feet of big shot cigar turned into a cry, baby. Look, Regan. Look at the horse's leg. He's kicked himself. Okay, so he's clumsy. But he might not run again. He was going to be mine, Regan. That's too bad. Call a vet. I have already paid 50,000 retainer on the horse, Regan. I'll send you a lawyer. I've got an idea. You're connected with this. Oh, dry up. Buster, it's an accident. Eh? I've got an idea. There's going to be another accident. Yeah, Grundy. Maybe you're right. Hey! Stop it! I didn't wait to see if he went down. Maxwell swung, but I took off through the crowd, a figure that Cloverfield wasn't for me and I wasn't going to stick around for the daisy. Then I spotted a ride, the rear end of Julio's ambulance. I made it just as the buggy started to move. I pulled the door shut and tried not to step on that stretcher inside. I shouldn't even have bothered that. The stretcher was empty. The only patient was me. You are listening to the story of the guy from Gower Gulch, tonight's adventure with Jeff Regan, investigating. Commissions are still available in the Army Nurse Corps Reserve. Graduate registered nurses between the ages of 21 and 45 may qualify for service with this fine organization. If you were interested in joining the Army Nurse Corps and believe that you qualify for a commission, apply to the Adjutant General, Washington, D.C. And now back to Jeff Regan, investigator and the story of the guy from Gower Gulch. Well, things were beginning to move like a hula dancer with a hot foot. Davey Crockett sent me out to pick up a role in movie film. A Joan Fitzpatrick travelogue on beautiful Peru was something in it that was hot but Crockett got himself plugged before he could say what it was. There were shots of a horse race in Peru and when a big buster named Grundy turns up buying a nag from a Peruvian breeder, I figured a connection, so did Grundy. When the horse got hurt and Julio did a disappearing act with his money, everybody looked at me. That's when I took the shortest way to Hollywood in an ambulance, got my car and made it for home. Only parked up the street from my apartment was that same 37-packet roadster I'd been dodging all evening. The blonde wasn't in it. She was sitting in my place, looking real hopeful. Good evening. You keep late hours, Mr. Regan. No, it's the kind of friends I've got. Perhaps you ought to change them. I'll stick it out. What do you want? A little chance to talk to you. It'll keep till morning. Mr. Regan, I've been waiting so long. You've got to talk to me now. Why? I'm Davy Crockett's wife. You've got something that belongs to me. I don't see any wedding ring. I... I don't wear one. Scare off the other boys? That's not a very nice remark, Mr. Regan. No, but you'll let it go. Only because it's not important. Oh, stop it. You're not Davy's wife. If the little guy had anybody he could trust, he wouldn't have had to call in the lion. All right, Mr. Regan. I'll lie. Now, let's have it, lady. What are you after? The role of film. That figures. It's mine. Convince me. It's really annoying. Why don't you call the police? But I tell you, it is mine. Let's see the pink slip. And so it is with heavy heart. We bid adieu to... That's enough. Yeah. I thought I knew that voice. Mmm. Davy stole the role for my library. Now may I have it back? Homicidal turn it over to you when they're ready. I can't wait. Well, what makes it so valuable? I'm not sure. Well, how do you know it is? Because I'm not stupid, Mr. Regan. Somebody goes to a lot of trouble to break into my film library. But he only steals one role of film. Go on. I put the police on Davy. Follow them to the jail. So you go after the film. That adept a pretty important business. Did you push those holes in Davy? Of course not. Now you're going to get a chance to prove that when homicide starts speaking in your cupboard. About the film. I'll buy it from you. No sale. There's the door. Lady, use it. Through the light switch and grab for the floor. When the noise stopped, I looked up. My landlady was going to be mad. The shots plowed a few holes into her flower pot. The blonde turned a couple of different colors and decided she could find safer companies. She left with a fire escape without even goodbye. Well, I headed for the lions. The idea being to make sure that he'd turn that film over to the police and advertise that I didn't have it anymore. That figured to cool me off and I could catch some sleep again. When I got there, the lion looked kind of excited. He was wrapped up in a silk robe with red and gray stripes and he carried a drink to match. He was holding a piece of that movie film up to the light. Hey, Regan, I've been calling all over for you. I've been calling all over for you. Where you been? I'm looking for a bed. I don't pay you to sleep. You're on a job. Now, I've been thinking since you left. We're handling this wrong. Yeah, now that's what I figure. Get on the phone. What for? To tell homicide you got a package for him. You're turning over that film right now. Crazy. You heard me, big shot. I'm tired of playing the fall guy. Now, Regan, you don't know what you're saying. I've been running over the section on that Peruvian horse race. And you know what? You picked the winner. And we're going to collect. Who's making book? The insurance company. Well, come on. Clear it up. Look at this clip. Yeah. Well, what do you see? What do you see? Looks like a horse. But look at him. He's way out in front. El Romano. Yeah, maybe. Now, here's the way I add it up. This film tells a story, or everybody wouldn't be grubbing around for it. Well, now that takes a big brain. So somebody's an engineer and a phony. Who? That's what you're going to find out. Well, I'll tell you one thing. That nag's insured by banner trust, and they pay off big if we can turn up the swindle. All right. Give me that picture. Where you going? I need to check the horse. Now, you're talking, Regan. You dig that out and we'll be eating squab. Yeah. And if you don't, you'll be collecting your unemployment insurance. Yeah, we'll pay off about the same. I didn't like it any better than a fan dancer like a wind tunnel. I'd already seen enough of Grundy and his boys for one night, but when the lion gets an idea, he's like a hangman with a new rope. So I went out to test it. I found Horace Grundy's place. Bright new house in the San Fernando Valley. There was some fancy fence in back and a stable looked like the paint was still wet where it said El Romano. A trailer was parked on the road with a truck from the veterinarians. When Grundy opened the front door, he looked like he'd been sitting a three-day wake, but without any beer. Hello, Regan. What's the verdict? It's bad, Regan. Bad. Tendons torn. Never run. Never. Yeah, you said that. I can't believe it. Uh-huh. I knew somebody else like the animals. A guy from Gower Gulch. Decided to talk? Maybe. If you keep your hands in the audience. What else did Crockett say? Now you got him on the wheel. All right. You drive. That's better. Do you know the horse is insured? Not by me. It isn't. You don't own it. You just paid a deposit. Sure. 50 Gs. You got it back yet? There's plenty of time. Julio's in the hospital. Oh. If it wasn't for the accident, you would have coughed up another 200,000. Yes. No. What difference does it make? A whole deal's a bust now. What about that horse is a phony? Say some more, Regan. I don't know much more. Davey Crockett was a movie fan. You're doing fine. He had pictures. I wouldn't advertise him, but there's a shot of a horse winning a race. Take a look here. Give me that. It's economy size. You're going to ruin your eyesight. I got a magnifying glass for my income tax. Let's get a light behind it. What do you see? A horse. You get a star. Four white feet. I can do that well myself. Listen, Regan. A horse on the stable's got three. That does it. My boss gets promoted. Come on. Come on outside. I'll show you. No, I'll take your word for it. Let go of me. I got my information. Max. Max, where are you? I told you, don't whistle the bulldogs. You're in it now, Regan. You're on my side. I drop your blood pressure. There's a handkerchief on the play. Hey, wait. Wait. Hello. I look for somebody. Good morning. I'm Julio. Is Mr. Grundy... Oh, it's the guy with his mouth open there. How do you do? I'm so glad to meet and talk... Show that. Okay? You're switched horses. No, no. You're not understand. El Romano, he kicked me. Wait for the encore. Mr. Grundy, with belief, I'm telling you... Oh, look. You better make it fast, Julio. This guy goes off. Shut up, Regan. A man trades a stretcher for a slab. Let him talk. Oh, the hospital. I did not go. Julio is honest. A debt comes first. The interest's gone up. El Romano hurts himself. I know the deal is off. I know I must see the consul so we cash the check. What? Here we are. 10,000, 20, 30, 40, 50. Your down payment is off. No, we are one big happy United Nations, though. Well, that's what happened. Now there were two guys with their mouths open. By the time we got them closed, the little gent from Peru had waddled off someplace. Grundy folded his money and started a laugh. I was happy, and at least I had what I came for. Figured I could dump the whole plate of spaghetti on the lion. The lead horse in the travelogue was a different nag from the one in the stable. So I got in my car and headed for home. But I picked up a newspaper on the corner, and then the whole bucket turned upside down again. The green sheet was loaded with publicity shots of El Romano from South America. And he was exactly the same Oat burner that came in on the plane, feet and all. No switch there. I thought there was something phony in this act. It was that winner in that Fitzpatrick film. Well, for a minute I felt like a test pilot in a yo-yo factory, and then the string broke. I took a fast run to the lions and one more look at those movies. I had it. The case was beginning to wind. Ten minutes later I was back on Gower Gulch. Regan, you alone? I'll open the door. What's the matter? You're slow. What do you want? Ask me in. No, no. Ask me in. Regan, look out. Be careful, Regan. Well, Julio. Yes, Julio. Uh-huh. What are you doing here? Well, I told you. I know. Back at my place you're aiming at her, not me. She's been to Peru. She has the films. You knew that. You wish like I know it. I go to the movies like everybody else. I keep my eyes on the winner. After Hollywood Park I should have known better. Yeah, there are lots of races. El Romano was a dud. He came in last. Sixty lengths with Davy Crockett digging in the spurs. You gave the nag a build-up phony publicity of the sucker and insurance company. A quarter of a million I was ordered. Can it? You could have never closed a sale without Grundy watching a work out. That would have been a slow boat to China. You want to be a sailor too? Oh, stop being tough, will you? You wore yourself out when you kicked up El Romano in that plane. It looked good. Not to me or Joan. Look out, Regan. You're asking for a daily double. I'm gonna take it across the board. Give me that gun. Don't leave me alone. No, you're breaking my heart. That's the idea. I'll kick you in the stomach. You better go back to his stretcher. Wow. Yeah. Ma, you can be useful. Yeah, when I'm working. What about after hours? I'm not bad, you know. I never noticed. Look again. No, I'm all through with the ponies. Wanna bet? Davey Crockett told me to play my hunches. Here I am. Yeah, but you're a loser. What do you mean? You threw those holes into Davey. It was Julio. You're trying real hard, but he was on the plane. What do I do now? You might bid a fond a due to Gower Gulch. That's not funny, Regan. I know it, but you ran out of film. The whole thing blew up like a hoop skirt in the high wind. Julio had a real good thing until he ran into the little man with a good memory and a dame with a fast trigger finger. Her blackmail pitch was already set up, but Davey figured to queer it, so she had to knock him off. Well, the hospital boys came after Julio, and homicide dated Joan, the travel queen. The lion was pretty excited about the way things worked out. He figured that the insurance company would come across with some green stuff for exposing a fraud. They did. That was the color of the season pass they gave him to the Burton Holmes travel lectures. ...with Herb Butterfield as Anthony J. Lyon. It's CBS at the same time next week for more hard-boiled action and mystery with Jeff Regan, investigator. Written by Larry Roman and Jackson Gillis, produced by Sterling Tracy. Included in tonight's cast were Leo Clary, Clayton Post, Devon Petey, Ed Bagley, and Herb Ellis. 29,000 nurses are needed to join the new Army Nurse Corps Officers Reserve. 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