 Personal notice stanges my stock and trade. If the job's too tough for you to handle, you've got a job for me, George Valentine. Write full details. Standard Oil Company of California, on behalf of independent Chevron gas stations and standard stations throughout the west, invites you to let George do it. Cause for Thanksgiving, another adventure of George Valentine. Is that you? Listen, my friend. You sure it's not? What's that ten-year-old stuff? You've been jumping a gun on the cranberry sauce. All right, all right, all right. I'll say it straight. I'm phonein' on behalf of a little boy ten years old. Well, that's better. No, it's not. It's worse. Said little boy could no more write you a letter than he could hope to choke. I doubt if he can write. What's the matter? He can't talk, either. Huh? You hurt me. I said he can't talk. Oh, I don't mean there's anything wrong with this. Well, sure. But a boy never heard of Thanksgiving. If you're gonna help him, you'd better bring your... Lieutenant. Oh, Mrs. Riley's got him in there trying to coax him to week. But the only time he'll take a bite is when she's turned her back. Oh, is he? Where'd you get him? One of the boys in my department picked him up early this morning at 3 a.m. on the waterfront, the warehouse lane. Oh, I see. A little on the tough side, huh? Oh, they all are down there like a bunch of dirty seagulls and scavengers running loose. We can't even find out who he belongs to. Maybe nobody. Only 10 years old. Listen. This sergeant of mine in a squad car nearly runs him down. See, the kid was racing across the empty street, not even looking. Well, Mike gets out to help naturally. The kid wasn't hurt, but he swung on to be trying to get away, scared to death and clawed and scratched. And then Mike realized the kid wasn't talking. Not a sound. Now, that's the point. I don't care. Clear it up, will you, Riley? Well, Mike couldn't even find out where he lives, so he brought him in. My friends, that boy hasn't spoken one single solitary word since. Hardly a noise out of him. Oh, except maybe to cry a little. Only he stops that when you look at him. But Lutinity's probably a mute. Oh, two doctors were out from juvenile hall to look at him. One of them said the kid's faking, but they both agreed there's nothing wrong with his vocal cords. What's the other doctor say? Psychic shock. Oh, you mean he can't talk because of something that happened to him? Well, they're not sure. They say it'll take time to be sure. I've arranged for the hall to take him over to try to find his family if there is one to feed him and... But that takes time like you say, days, weeks. Now, now you get it, pal, and the doc says it'll help him a lot better if we could work fast. Because the most likely thing is that last night he saw something. What's mixed up in something that scared the blue blazes out of him and he was running away. It was before 3 a.m. last night, I saw something. Yeah, but what? Nothing happened down there. Nothing was reported. My department can't just go bursting into a... Huh? Well, hello there, silly hello. You finally ate something, did you? Such big eyes. He listens, but he doesn't listen. Yeah. Come on in here, son. Come on. These are friends of mine, see? Now, wait a minute. Don't jump like that. Come on in here and... Excuse me, what time is it? 145, George. Oh, good. Hey, look, kid, how about coming with me? I've got an extra ticket to the big football game. Or get you to meet big Mike Muralevsky to your American. Maybe you can even sit on the bench with a team. George is just more frightened. He's crying. You see, he can't get him interested in anything. But a boy in a football game, what do you think the doctors are looking for? Oh, it's Thanksgiving. I mean, a kid belongs in somebody's home on Thanksgiving. Well, are you going to just sit there, Valentine? I know, Softy. I know. We've got work to do in fast. Come on, Brooks, you take the kid's hand. We're going to go straight at this, at the waterfront. Warehouse Lane. Great place. Funny, your freight is tied up, but no people. Ship chambers. You must have spent some time around there, haven't you, kid? How about the candy store? Wasting your time, George. He just seems to get more and more tense. Yeah. Well, this is where he was picked up, right here. Oh, relax, honey. Don't just sit there and look... Running from right to left, so he must have come from this way. Okay, let's move on a little. Cobblestones by the empty warehouse, huh? George, look at him. It's this direction, all right. George, look out for that boy in the street. He's walking on the right side of the street, Jack. Oh, lovely neighborhood. I wonder if that boy would know anything about our friend here. That's an idea. Wait a second. Hey, you, Shorty. Oh, you bad shit knows. Hey, let go of me. Hey, hey, Shorty, Shorty, wait! George, come here. I'm having an awful time. Oh, look, kid, kid, stop it, will you? Who wants to run till George? Yeah, now easy, that's better. He'll get away from us if I try to catch up with that Shorty. Look, Bruxy, look. There's a settlement house over there at Murphy's. You know him. Take the kid over there and wait for me, will you? Maybe they don't know something about him. My daughter, 3 a.m. last night. But Father out there in the pier is where it happened, whatever it was. So me, I'm going to take it on foot by myself. Shorty, I got you this time. Get your paws off your nose! Cut it out. Now, cut it out. I just want to ask you something. You know that other kid I had back in the car there? You know his name? I've never seen him before. I ain't done nothing. What's your name? I don't know. Let go. You kids running loose out here by the ships last night? Get up on the moon, eating cheese. Let me go. Oh, brother, great tribe. Aren't you? Stick together. Never tell anybody anything. Look, kid, I'm not a cop or anything. I just want to find... Hang on to him. Hang on to him there. Don't let him loose. Oh, no, you don't, Shorty. I got you. Don't let him loose. There we are. Hold him. Let me go through his pockets. Hey, hey, wait a minute. What are you talking about? Ox's cigars. Left him out on deck. Stolen. Well, he's too big anyway. They're not the one. Not what? Come on, Shorty. Get out of here. You no help. I told you, jerk. No. Water rats. Same the world all over. All the same. Good cigars, too. First mate. Give them to me so I let them stay up top. Wait a minute, Skipper. Wait a minute. Were you looking for another kid? No. Yes. Something stolen last night, you may. During the night? No, no. It was half noon a few minutes ago. Come up like rats. Open the horses. I tell you, it's awful. Marseille was my last port. Same thing. Same the world over. Nobody stops them. Nobody can stop them. Hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute, Skipper. Is your ship tied up here? Leaky old tub full of potatoes. Frenchman like potatoes. Looks about ready to sail. Were you here last night? What are you peddling? Dope? Punchboards cheap liquor? No, no. Listen, would you? You have trouble with kids getting aboard, huh? Characters like you will have report, too. Duck loafers always got a deal. Sure I have trouble. That's the customers, peer watchmen. Nobody can stop them. You see those big rat guards? Right over them, like monkeys. Did some kids get aboard your ship last night? No, no. Now stop pestering me. Are you sure? Around 3 a.m.? Fight was on the pier, not the ship. What fight? Oh, that's the peer watchman. He's the one spreading the story. A couple of bombs, I guess. I don't know. My old deck watch was sound asleep, of course. You didn't see it. No, I don't know. Woke me up, I yelled shut up, out of my porthole, went back to sleep. Ah, hello, the Skipper way. I'm so glad to catch you. Oh, what now? A sailor comes ashore. I'm just going to take a minute. It's about a woman, you see. That I see, and oh, so nice. But, right now, I want to... Get what I mean, duck loafers all trying to sell something. Now it's telephone numbers. Go on, Baldi, get out of here. Wait a minute, I've seen this guy before. Well, it's not mutual. Skipper, if you just listen to me... His name's Salvori, I'll tell you. Yeah, I've seen him in line-ups. Are you around here last night? I beg your pardon. Oh, it's a great neighborhood. Salvori, the big operator. They're selling raffle tickets for a three-wheeled automobile. Oh, but a skipper, this thing. Thanks, Skipper, wouldn't they say. Well, thanks, and good night. You press to him, I'm going backwards. Yeah. Look at that, would you? Is that what you want to see us about, Salvori? That crowd down at the pier? No, no, no, no, I got another deal to make. Come on, let's take a look. Afternoon, friends. What's going on? Don't suppose you have 50 cents or so. See, no Pellamines. Never mind that. What are those men doing down by the water? Fishing soda. 50 cents is about all it would take, though, you see. Now, this old Pellamine, he would have spent five bucks, you know. Men's pie and the warts, you know. Said till last night. Hey, hey, down there. Now listen, Buster, did you say last night? Yeah, yeah. What are you doing? Hey, sailor. No, no, it seems to me that... Hey, look out there. Well, he left in a hurry, didn't he? Got a body. What? Just fishing him out. Guy floating with a knife in him. Guy floating? Yeah. With a knife. Holy smoke. See, that's what I tell you. You see, a Pellamine, he was going to buy me a Thanksgiving dinner. See, only instead it looks like he got in a fight about 3 a.m. last night, I figure. Yeah, got mighted, see. So, tell me, how's about the 50 cents? We'll return to tonight's adventure of George Valentine in just a moment. When new RPM motor oil was developed in the laboratory, it was subjected to the most rigidly controlled tests that modern research could devise, and it proved tops. 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Oh, but what a case. They don't get solved around here to bomb the guy who sniffed. Oh, he won't know anything. Nobody does. The name of the corpse is Lefty Sims. Well, you seem to know something. Well, everybody knew him. He's a common thief. That's all. Few big jobs, but nothing to steal down here. He usually worked the city. This wasn't his territory. The doc says the time's about right. Been dead since last night. Around three or four may be killed and then tossed in the water. I don't see anything and everybody off duty for the holiday. Riley, what's this stuff? Where the fight happened? It's a spot of blood, I figure. Oh, no, look, look closely. Powder. Little pieces of broken glass. What? Hey, here's some more of it. Oh, Doctor. You thinking what I am, Riley? What is it? Here, take a look. And on a pier, where boats... No, no, no, it's not. Huh? Talking about dope, aren't you? Yeah. Don't think so. I might explain why there was a fight. What was going on out here? Something of value. Yes, yes, of course. Smuggling, you think, huh? Peddling? Yes, I'll do the thinking, Doc. Oh, my ass, perhaps. Something like that. It's valuable. Didn't I say that? Drug. Drug of some kind. Cure people instead of making them sick. Worth a lot more than dope, too. Easier to mark them. Yeah, yeah, same thing. Only more in a big time. Did that watchman say there were any kids on the pier last night? Huh? Valentine, I'm trying to get the doc here to talk English. Did the watchman see any kids? No. Okay, so long. Wish I could help you, Miss Brooks. The settlement house here is pretty badly undermanned. Cleaning woman will be back tomorrow. She might know something about the bar here. But in this neighborhood... Thanks again. Come on, sonny. Cars parked over this way. Well, it's about time you got... Come on, get out of the street, you and the kid. Never mind any place here. Duck in the alley. In this neighborhood, Angel, I don't want to... I don't know. Packing crate. She can't see. He's gone now. George, what's happened? What's going on? Simple, Brooks. A nice, simple case. It'll be a simple case if he isn't murdered. Please talk. Please tell me, will you? What did you see last night? Look, nobody's going to hurt you. I won't let him. You must have seen things like this plenty of times before, kid. I don't mean murder, but you grew up in a tough place. And you're not going to do anybody any good if you just... Yes, he just cries. George, I'm taking him home. Solve your own fancy waterfront murders. Okay, I'll leave him alone. But which one are you covering for, kid? Only a few men around that pier last night. Which one is that important to you? All right, maybe you've given me the answer at that without talking. I says you. You admitted you saw your old pal lefty, didn't you, before he was murdered? Come on, Riley, along the deck here. Now, look, I promise me a nice Thanksgiving dinner you see lefty-deceit. I'm walking up to the pier and never come back. But didn't he say who he was coming out to meet? Didn't he? Here we are, Riley. Let's go in here. Hey, Skipper, this your cabin? It's all right, it's owner's cabin. Nobody ever used it. Just want a place to talk. All right, you said all I'm going to say. Come on, you two, Skipper. The name is Stogue, isn't it? Yeah. Well, wait a minute. Here's the other one. Bring him in here, sergeant. Let go of it. Let go of it. Now I have to stand rats on my ship, eh? That's all right, Skipper. That's all for now, sergeant. What about the kid, Valentine? Oh, he's all right, Riley. I, uh, I left him in my car out on the street. Eh, so because of my name is Salvoil, you think? Shut up. You were around here last night, too, weren't you? Ah, always around. Best doctor loafers would deal with it. Yeah, but don't try to cover up so much, Skipper. What? Now, listen, all of you, we can't find anybody else with a chance of being out here last night, but you three. I was on my ship. Talk to this peddler. I said, don't cover so much. Salvoil is a friend of yours. Sure, sure, everybody's a Salvoil's friend. Except the law. Now, look, this is a smuggle case. A what? Not on my ship. I've never brought it. Lefty, the man who was killed knew his way around the city. Salvoil, you're the big waterfront middleman. And Captain, you've got a boat. Ha, ha, ha. See where I mean? Clops they can bring. Enough to spot an ideal setup for smuggling. Captain Stogue, you bring it in. Salvoil, he picks it up, gets it through Customs, and lefty fitted in someplace in the city. I think you're crazy. Somebody was waiting a little while ago to wail him as Brooks and a kid who was an eyewitness. Brooks? Brooks? Skipper, you're too fat to run down an alley like he did. Sure, I heard his steps. Sniffy just shuffles. So tags, Salvoil, you're it. Because now I know why you ran the first time when we saw the body. It's what proves you guys worked together. Now I know you crazy. Because on the pier earlier, you came up yelling to the skipper something about a woman. Well, the woman must have been Miss Brooks. You'd seen her with a boy. The witness, the two of you have been trying to find. Sure, Skipper, you were looking for boys when I first met you, too, weren't you? My cigars. That's all my cigars. Never mind, Salvoil. The kid out there is going to give us the whole story and a lot straighter than you ever would. Because I finally figured out his whole story. I never been mixed up in enough smuggling. Sure, and never in a fight or used a knife. Why did you do it? Lefty, try a double-cross on you, too. You're under arrest for murder, Salvoil. Come on. I'll take him out for you, Riley. You take the other two. But I'm not mixed up in this. Material witness and accessory for you, Captain. No, please. Please, no. Come on. Come on out the door. Meet you on the pier, Riley. There you are, Salvoil. Wait a second. Nobody's going to arrest you. Salvoil! Grab him, you idiot! Hold him! Come on. There he goes, down the plank. Headed farther up on the pier, up toward the warehouse. Salvoil! Do you think the sergeant saw him? Yeah, sure, sure. You'll get him all right. Well, that was a nice act. Yeah, good idea. Now, come on. Car's back the other way. Yeah. Hey. Hey, did you notice that empty cabin on the ship? Grease stains on the pillow? Empty, huh? I'll bet Salvoil's even been traveling with the skipper. Sure, it's a smuggling ring, all right. Still confused, aren't you, Riley? Huh? Oh, it was originally a smuggle, sure. Never mind. You'll never prove anything on this bunch unless you catch him in the act. And, Riley, we're going to do just that. We're close enough. But it's been five minutes already, Valentine. If this hunch of yours is going to pay off, it better start. You've got to give us time to run the other way, hasn't he? I don't see how you can... Oh, no. I didn't expect a gun. Come on. Come on around the side of the building. That's my car, Riley. I hope somebody's going to pay for all this. Hold it. Hold it. There he is. You're wasting your time, skipper. The car is empty. You hear me? The kid's of town. It was a trap, skipper. The only one who'd stick his neck into our trap is the one who did the stabbing, right? The one who has to get rid of the kid, the witness. So we don't even need to ask the kid now, do we? Look out! Daisy, I'll get his confession. Confession's still going all right. Shh. Keep it down with you. The kid's in there. I'm trying out a system. What about the smuggled stuff, those drugs? They searched the ship yet? Yes, they've already found some drugs hidden, but I don't understand. What did you say? Writing notes? What don't you understand? How the smuggle worked? With a thief, a middleman, and a skipper involved? With drugs that couldn't be sold in this country except through the proper channels? What would sell for a fortune in Europe or on the black market? Oh, you mean it was to be smuggled out of the country? That's right, Brooksy. And lefty, the guy who was killed, stole the drugs and delivered them last night. But he got a knife instead of a payoff, and the kid saw it. George, you mean the boy talked? He's all right? I guess he will be. See, I was afraid he was, well, maybe the skipper's son or something. Yeah, I know. That psychic shock is refusal to talk. But he's not. He's only known him for a few weeks. The kid didn't even know where he fitted into the plan until a few days ago. Oh, George, for heaven's sake. He doesn't have any parents, Brooks. He's just a waterfront kid. But not nearly as tough as he acts. What's missing in the smuggle setup? There's customs on the other side, you know. Who gets the goods into the other country off the ship? The boy? You mean he was a part of... Nobody can stop him all over the world, up and down like monkeys. Perfect, isn't it? Yeah. If you'd been with me, you should have noticed. Empty cabin on the ship with grease stains on a pillow. But Salvorri is bold. We'd better buy some shampoo for that kid, by the way. He was a boy, didn't you? Yeah, he saw the captain go ashore to meet Salvorri and Lefty. He saw the murder. Then he broke out and got away. George, let me talk to him. This ridiculous business of riding... Oh, sure, he'll talk now. Just been scared to death, that's all. And all he wanted was to be happy. He was expecting to be happier than he'd ever been before. George, if you don't stop playing clairvoyant... Well, the captain's the only one who could have brought the kid. Therefore, made him afraid, made him run ashore. Therefore, Bruxy, the skipper was it. Well, don't you remember how the kid reacted when I asked him to go to a football game just puzzled? George, he is riding. Sure, sure he is. Gives me more time to look the words up in the dictionary. I know, ma'am, Sal. Oh! Sure, Angel, that's why I wouldn't talk before. He wants to stay in this country. Afraid we'd find him out. He's from Marseille. He's French. Oui, Marseille. Mais j'aime la maïque. Eh, monsieur, il dit que... Hey! French. Here, give me the pencil and the dictionary. You think you could stand a turkey dinner, George? Turkey? Oui. You see, one language. I guess it is Thanksgiving, isn't it? And now we've got a pilgrim on our hands, Angel. A hungry little pilgrim. Tonight, earlier in the program, you heard how road tests jibed with laboratory results in the development of new RPM motor oil. You have been taken step by step along the path followed by our scientists in bringing you this new oil years ahead of its time. From the first survey to determine what the ideal motor oil should be through the ultimate proof in an automobile engine, you've heard the new RPM story firsthand. 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