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Imagine meeting you here. Yeah, just imagine. How did you get hold of my schedule? Well, I just accidentally happened to see the cablegram on Miss Brooke's desk. And I mean I... Coincidence, yeah. Well, I thought I... Welcome to New York, Mr. Thurston. Here, let me carry your bag. No thanks. And now I won't loan you 100 bucks. It's along. Wait a minute, Mr. Thurston, wait. Now, how could you even think that I only came out here to borrow money? Besides, I need 300. Really, Brooke, eh? Oh, flutters of flounder. I only got 50 or 60 bucks left, and of course, that's nothing. Nothing? Is inflation that bad? And I've only been away a week. How about it, Mr. Thurston, eh? After all, it's only money enough. Hold it, Pagan. Huh? You...you mean that guy there by the guardrail? Yes, he looks like, uh, by Georgia Tears. Is it? I mean, is who, I mean? Pedro Andolera. Pedro. Must be him. He turned around. Pedro, wait a second. Hey, hey, look, he's running away. Yeah, now what the devil... He crawled under that guardrail. He's on the ramp. I can't understand what he... Pedro! That plane! He don't see! Pedro, look out! Oh, Mr. Thurston, oh, Mr. Thurston. He ran straight into that propeller. Well, uh, what I did was make arrangements at the receiving desk, Ken, and in turn is bringing the contents of his pockets up from the morgue. Okay, Chief. We, uh, we can wait in here. I call police headquarters. They've got nothing on him. I still can't understand why he ran away from you. Nor can I, Chief. I hadn't seen or heard of Pedro since that sabotage case in Panama in 19... Well, in 1944, yeah. Oh, he was mixed up in that, wasn't he? Probably. He was dismissed for lack of evidence, though. So that certainly couldn't be the reason he was terrified enough to run into a plane propeller. Well, here's the stuff. What stuff, Pagan? Well, the stuff from that dead guy's pockets. What else? Well, how did you get hold of it? Oh, I just told the intern I'm a special agent of the Bureau. What do I do with it? Zell Schmidt for the last time. I'll... So help me, I'll... So what's the beef, Mr. Chief? I'm only trying to be useful. All right, Pagan. Dump it here on the table. Okay, Mr. X. Truly don't demand too much. You, uh... Look through it, huh? Well, I... I piqued a little, uh... There. Huh? 38 revolver. Loaded to. Hmm. Return airline ticket to Cuba. Made out to Pedro Andalera. Hotel Metropole, Havana. Yeah. The Pan-American plane landed right ahead of us. That means he'd just arrived. Chief? You know, it's funny there's not one cent of cash in his... Pagan. Uh, Mr. Thurston, I... I hope you're not thinking that I might have... Hand it over. But I swear by the father of my father... How much was there? Oh, $184. All right, all right. There it is. After all, money isn't evidence. And he won't need it anymore. Can't, can't. Look at these pamphlets. Yes, printed in Spanish. Instructiones para la sub... Good Lord. Detailed instructions for various methods of sabotage. Yes, with drawings and diagrams. Now to disable power stations. Methods of destroying public water supplies. Construction of booby traps. If this stuff's being put out in quantity... Why, it's dynamite. Dynamite is trees and it's chaos and murder. But who printed them, Mr. Thurston? They're not even signed. They don't have to be signed. I think the best bet is a banner. We've got no lead on Pedro's contacts here in New York. All right, Ken. Follow it up. In whatever way is necessary. Well, as far as I know, there's only one way to deal with the spreading infection. You find the sensor of it and you eliminate it. Here we are, Mr. Thurston. And what a crummy-looking dump. Nobody asked you to come along, to stay in New York. With all my credit, it is. How could I afford it? Which reminds me... Sorry, no loans. Not even ten bucks? I mean just for tips. No, not even. This muscillarium is worse inside even than outside. I'll bet they never even heard of plumbing. This is the dirtiest joint I've... Senoras. Oh. Good morning, Senorita. Senoras, if the hotel metropolis is too ordinary for your fastidious taste, why don't you go somewhere else? It's just Pagan's idea of humor, Senorita. Are you the manager? I am not. Ring that bell there on the desk if you want the manager. Oh, thanks. You're Americans, no? That's right. Americans. Why don't you go back where you came from? Why don't you stay there? Always running around the world, sneering, bragging, my head all over you. Why don't you stay home? What's going on here? Seems the young lady doesn't quite like us. Panga, this is no way to talk. You must stop it. No, Americans. I don't even care to stay in the same room. What a flamethrower she is. My apologies, Senoras. I am Lobilo the manager. May I help you? Yes, we'd like a couple of rooms. But, of course, you sign here and I will have the boy show you. I should like Pedro and the Larrows room. Pedro's? He's not here now, of course, but he's coming back tonight. No, he won't be back. He's dead. Dead? What happened to him? Throw himself into the propeller of an airplane. But why, senor? I thought maybe you could tell me why. No, senor. I know nothing about it. What do you know about Pedro? Well, nothing, senor. Well, he lived here, didn't he? See, he lived here for, oh, maybe two, three months. But I know nothing about him. Well, did you have any friends, visitors? You can't be in a hotel like this. People come and go all the time. Whether to see him, I do not know. After all, senors. All right, let it go. Have your room available across the hall from Pedro's? Let me see. Pedro has number 44. 44. And, see, the room across from it is empty. Number 45. Good. We'll take the two of them. But I am not certain it is permitted, senor. The police should be notified. I've already seen the police. Yeah, here's your authorization. Bueno, in that case, Miguel, venga, sir. May almost, senor Avilo. It was very nice of you to rent number 45 for me, Mr. Thurston. You'll be in 44, Pagan. Yes, I was afraid I might have to sleep on the part, you know. Oh, no. Oh, no, no, you don't. What's the matter? You know what's the matter? 44 is Pedro's room. I'm not going to be the live bait in this, in this booby trap. All right, then. Go find yourself a room somewhere else. But I'm broke. You know I spend all my money for plane fare. Well, in that case... Oh, what a sitting bull I turn out to be. Clay pigeon, that's all I am. Alone in the room all afternoon. Any minute now, it's getting dark. And then what? Oh, why don't Mr. Thurston come back? Why don't he... Maybe if I can still, they'll go away. Pagan. They know my name. Who, who is it? Come on, Pagan, open up. Mr. Thurston, boy, am I glad to see your face. Just wait till I move this, this sofa, and this lamp, and this table, and the chair, and the bed. Hello, Mr. Thurston. What the... Are you expecting an invasion? With saboteurs all around, who knows what to expect? Oh, you weren't in any danger. Pedro wasn't due back from New York until half an hour ago. So why should anyone try to contact him? Now I find out. Now, pull down those blinds and tell them the lights. Might as well make it look as though someone's home. Sure, sure. Did you find out anything around town about that Pedro character? Not a thing. I'm hoping somebody will try and get in touch with him here. Lovillo is keeping quiet about his death. Well, they're sure not much slowed down in his room. Nothing but few clothes, and some empty sardine cans, and some full cans in the closet. He must have lived on sardines. Maybe. But there could be another reason for... Answer it, Pager. I'll cover you from the closet. But, Mr. Thurston, maybe... Go ahead, Pager. I'm coming. Don't shoot at your end. What do you say? I said I... Well, I'll come right at you, Lossus Little Free Holy. Who are you? What are you doing here in this room? Never mind, baby. Why don't we sit right down here in the sofa? You sit there. I think I like this chair by the window better. Where's Pedro? Suppose you tell us about Pedro, Senator. Oh, Mr. Thurston, I didn't need to be covered. Who are you? What has happened to Pedro? What are you doing here? What's your name? Paquita. All right, Paquita. What do you know about those little booklets Pedro was distributing? You're the police. Are you in on the scheme, too? No, no, no, I know nothing. Who are his friends? Who's he been working with? I do not know. Where does he print the stuff? Maybe we can get to be friends. How long have you been tied up with Pedro? I know nothing about his business. I'm only his, how you say, girl friend. Pagone, snap off those lights, hit the floor. The shot must have come from that open window straight across the court. Too dark, too. Mr. X, I think she's hurt. Yeah, let me save this flashlight. He's in now, Paquita. Tell me who it was. He's no use, Senor. I wish to know of Pedro. He's, he's Island Export Company. Island. Island Export Company. Tell, tell Miguel. I'm sorry. Miguel. Mr. Thurston, is she... Yeah? What she was trying to say there. What's it mean? It means we've finally got a lead. Come on, Pagone. Let's have a look at that room across the court. We will continue with the man called X in just a moment. Here's a word from RCA Victor. What's the television picture today? Well, one thing's for sure, the television picture today's a big one. More and more people are enjoying it every day and on bigger and bigger television screens. Why not start your family at the top with 19-inch television and start right with America's favorite television, RCA Victor Million Proof. That's the kind of television that well over a million families have chosen for their homes. Yes, you get a bigger value, too, with your 19-inch RCA Victor. 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Easy. Not even breathing. Maybe I should wait here. I don't care where you wait, but stay out of the way. I'll throw the door open and step in. Now you stay to one side. It's empty. All right, turn on the lights. Pagan, take your fingers out of your ears. Sorry, Mr. Thurston. I just can't stand the sound of shooting, especially if it's at me. Isn't going to be any shooting. Somebody fired at one shot from here and then beat it. Hey, this room hasn't even been lived in. No, it was only used for the shooting because it's straight across from ours. It was an accident. They were really shooting at us. I doubt it. That table lamp would have thrown Paquita's shadow on the blind. No, they knew who they were after. Come on. Let's get back to the other room. Got any idea who done it, Mr. Thurston? Not exactly. Too bad. I just was getting acquainted with him. Oh, sure, sure. Mr. Thurston, what has happened? The girl's been shot. Over in Pedro's room, have you? Shot. Who did it? I don't know. It was fired from the room down the hall. There's no one there now. See anybody on your way up? Nobody, señor, except Miguel, of course, who was on the elevator. Well, you better call the police. Come on, Pagan. Right away, señor. I will inform them immediately. How could anybody get away so quick, Mr. Thurston? If I escaped stairway, it wouldn't be difficult to... Pagan, I closed the door of Pedro's room when we left it. Well, it's open now. Hey, maybe she wasn't really killed. Of course she was. Come on. Nobody here? Looks just like it did before. Except for one thing. Somebody's taken those canned sardines that were lying around. Good riddance. Who cares? Seems odd, though, doesn't it? Sneaking into a murder room just to steal sardines. Oh, well, some people like them personally. I'm a gourmet myself. Here. One of those empty tins from the wastebasket. Smell it. I don't smell anything. That's just it. It's perfectly clean. So maybe it was washed. Ever tried to wash the odor of a sardine can? Oh, I don't get what's going on around here, Mr. X. I do. But the problem is how to stop it. Well, here's the elevator, Mr. Thurston. Going down, seniors. Thanks, Miguel. I heard the most unfortunate thing happen last night. Yes, a girl named Paquita was shot to death. Senor, you have stopped the elevator between the floors. That's a good place to talk. Miguel, what do you know about Pedro and the Lara? Well, it's nothing. Except that he's possibly takes many kinds of person to make the world. And you didn't like his kind, is that it? Perhaps his mother thought they may find fellow. You see, I am something of a philosopher, senor. Do you know anything about the business Pedro was in? It is enough to manage one's own affairs in these times. Maybe this is possibly your affair. Senor? Paquita's last words were, tell Miguel I'm sorry. What did she mean? Well, it is not easy to talk about. I am very sad she is dead. The thing is that Paquita was at one time my, how you call it, girlfriend. When she went to Pedro. At first I was crazy mad. You see, what's the difference? You see, I was getting tired of her in any way. And you know how it is with philosophers. Oh, sure. Well, let's go on down. I am very sad that she is dead, though. But you understand. Yeah, I understand. Main floor. Thanks. Buenos dias, senor. Salón, Miguel. Eh, quite an unusual bell-hub. Oh, I don't know. Lots of philosophers work at jobs like that. No, no, Pagan. I mean the fact that he's wearing a shoulder-host there and carrying a gun. Well, Pagan, this looks like the place. Sure it is, Mr. Thurston. See it right there on the sign? Island expert company office. Well, it isn't the office I'm interested in. I think our best bet is that warehouse sticking out over the water. Come, let's go. The joint sure looks deserted. They must not do much business. Well, the kind of business this is, any is too much. The door opens off the door here. Boy, what a rickety dump. You know, if one of these pilings broke, the whole building would fall in the bay. Eh, it's a master padlock. One lock, they're really sure of themselves. Let's go in and have a look. No windows. It's dark in here. Well, there's a light switch here by the door. Sure don't look much like a warehouse. It's not intended to. Hey, look, that's a printing press. And what's this, this Rube Goldberg gadget? That is a canning machine, Pager. What? Sure. Let's open up some of these sardines. You mean, that's what is in all these boxes? That's right. All crated and ready for shipment of agents all over the western hemisphere. Hey, well. Heh. You hungry, Mr. Thurston? Not for this kind of stuff. Here, Pager, have a sardine. Sir, look. It's full of little books. They're packed in that can... Just like sardines. Yeah. Five ounces of treason. The perfect way to ship the stuff. Distribute it. Ah, sabotage the rottenest game in the world. Well, I guess the dresses on these crates give us what we need. Sure. It's God who this stuff is going to, but who is sending it? The name is on the crates. Lo Velo. We don't know of any Lo Velo. Papinoa Lo Velo. Oh, that hotel manager. You mean, he's no good guy who... Quiet, quiet. Assembly coming. Get away from the door. Good morning, Mr. Lo Velo. Mr. Thurston. Get your hands up. Mr. Thurston, look. Lay her up. Please, do not shoot me, Mr. Thurston. I have done nothing. Nothing. What you call the murder of Pakita last night. What about this layout here? These pamphlets and shipments to agents. With your name on the crates. But I am not the one, senior. It is my sister, Anga. Hey, that's the hard-boiled little chicken who insulted us, Mr. Thurston. See, see, senior, she is the one. She is bitter and dangerous. Since she has come back from Europe, she has those ideas. She and Pedro forced me to help them. Help murder Pakita, for instance? No. No, I had nothing to do with it, senior. I swear I did not. She was the one. I will help you, senior. I will tell you anything you wish to know. Wait a second. Hang on. You smell. You mean like sardine cans or... smoke? This place is on fire. And somebody has locked the door on the outside. Lovilo. But we've got to get out of here. We'll get burned up like rats in a tinder box. Anga, she is trying to destroy the evidence. And all of us along with it. No windows. No other door. All of us. She must not know I am here. I see, so you weren't forced. You are a full partner. Here, Pedro. Let's get the handles off this press. Now shove the bar in this crack in the floor. And let's pry it out. Get some of this, sir. Good. Now the next one. It's a good thing this building is so ramshacky. Senor, I hope you do not misunderstand. Never mind. Let's get out of here. Drop through that opening to the water, Lovilo. Go ahead. It's only 10 feet. That's it. Hang by your hands. Good. Come on, Pega. Maybe you don't believe it, Mr. Thurston, but I pay $200 for this suit. I'm thrilled, of course. Oh, sure. Cheer up, Pega. If this building caves in, you'll never have to pay for it. Now swear, man. What are you planning to do, senor Thurston? Use the phone here in the office and have the police pick up Anga. Sevens been left after you started the fire. Look at that bird. Oh, we sure would be a couple of dead goose inside there. Anga! And don't reach for a gun. Well, glad you waited, Anga. Saved us the trouble of looking for you. I knew you would be here, Anga. I knew you would think of something. Be quiet, you're almost as weak and silly as a dolphin's paquita. But not as pretty. That's really why you killed her, wasn't it, Anga? Jealousy. I killed her because she was a fool. She would have told you everything like my brother. Anga, you are mistaken. I have said nothing to them. Oh, come now, Loviro. What about the sign confession that you said was here in the office? Confession? There is no confession. You told us there was? Hidden here under the end of the rug? It's a lie. Look, Anga, I will show you. There is nothing. Senor Thurston, suppose you turn back the rug and hand me this little evidence of my brother's cowardice. Sure, glad to. It should be about right here. Get the gun, Pagon. Gun it, Mr. Rexley. Gun it. Stay where you are, Loviro. Boy, what a dummy. Standing on a rug and letting somebody grab the other end of it. She's out like three strikes. I perceive you are also a philosopher, Senor Thurston. Well, come and join the party. It takes a philosopher to realize there are certain times when a woman should be rendered unconscious. I guess so. Miguel, I'll take that gun of yours. This? But why, Senor? It is not loaded. I only have it because of the tourists. Huh? See, I tell them I was once a bandit and it gives them the big thrills. Look, someone has even filed off the pin. It won't work. Here. Yeah. All right, Eustace. As Eustace is a plane or a gun or a power plant that's been wrecked by saboteurs. But what if you really needed that gun to protect your life or your freedom and didn't know the pin had been filed off by a saboteur? Now, here is our star, Mr. Herbert Marshall. Thanks for being with us. And I think you'd like to know that in tonight's cast you heard Peggy Weber, Lois Corbett, Harry Bartell, and Gastel and Ted Von Elz. Next week, Japan for a crack at one of the most dangerous underground organizations in the world today. And Peggy on Zelschmidt? Sure, he'll be along as a down belasco. Or vice versa or something. And how join us, won't you, when next I return as the man called X. Good night. The Man Called X is a Saturday night feature on NBC's five-show festival of comedy, music, mystery and drama brought to you by the makers of Anderson for fast relief from pain of headache, neuritis, neuralgia, and by R. C. A. Victor, world leader in radio first in recorded music, first in television. The Man Called X, starring Herbert Marshall, is a J. Richard Kennedy production with music composed and conducted by Felix Mills. Tonight's story was written by Les Crutchfield. All characters and incidents on this program are fictitious, and any resemblance to actual characters or incidents is purely coincidental. Be sure to listen tomorrow evening for The Big Show with Deluda Bankhead and The Great Parade of Stars, the Sunday night feature of NBC's All-Star Festival. And until next week, same time and same station, this is Jack Latham saying, good night for The Man Called X. Now enjoy your hit parade. Tomorrow hear The Big Show on NBC.