 Standard of California, on behalf of independent Chevron gas stations and standard stations throughout the West, invites you to let George do it. The host of Casa Diablo, another adventure of George Valentine. Personal notice, dangerous livestock and trade. If you got a man-sized job in your hands and need confidential help, call on me, George Valentine. Write full details. Dear Mr. Valentine, 15 years ago a grand jury launched an investigation into municipal graft and corruption. It fizzled out because a star witness fled to Mexico. Now this man is willing to return, willing to testify against persons who were still powerful figures in high places. Obviously the assignment to bring him back requires not only the utmost discretion, but willingness to face all opposition and even violence. Please arrange to see me as quickly as possible. Yours truly, Felix Loper. Tell me, Mr. Loper, what makes this Earl Bixby so eager to come back after all this time? You mean aside from the $10,000 he's asking for in this letter? Well, obviously somebody paid for Bixby's 15-year siesta in sunny Mexico. They're going to extend themselves more than a little to see that he doesn't get back here. Well, the money won't do him much good unless he has pockets in his shroud. And our friend must realize that. Well, maybe I'm reading too much between the lines, but I think he's good and fed up with his self-imposed exile. He can't stand it any longer. Slightly lamb-happy, in other words. Yes, precisely, Valentine. Anyway, whatever the reasons for Bixby's change of heart, it suits our purpose to a T. Our purpose? The Citizens' Committee, Miss Brooks. It's supposed to act as the city's watchdog. Well, it's been doing an awful lot of barking at late, but no biting where it can do the most good. The village of San Sabo, huh? I wonder nobody's ever found him. See, isn't it somewhere near Montaldes? Right on the top of it. Bixby's got a big, sprawling place. He goes across to Diablo just outside of San Sabo. I see. The important thing is to get him back here all in one piece, ready and willing to testify. How soon can you get started, Valentine? Well, as soon as Miss Brooks can pick up a Spanish dictionary. After all, a girl should learn how to say no to some of those Mexican perfume vendors. Just the perfume vendors, darling? The others I'll take care of. Muy pronto. Anything else you do besides sell perfume and drive that bus out there, Amelia? Yes, yes, and sometimes I spend the whole day wondering about Americanos. Oh? You are not all in the head sometime. A remark like that is muy malo for the good neighbor policy. Senorita, I can help you. Look, all year I drive almost empty the bus way up to San Sabo where there is nothing to see. Yeah? Now in the worst season, two earthquake last week, five passengers, all Americanos. ¿Por qué? Oh, I know that one. That means why. Okay, you two linguists. Now listen, Emilio, how long does your bus stop here at the end? Senor Emilio's tour is renowned for comfort, for speed and for politeness. We wait till all passengers complete their meals. Okay, I'll see if I can rustle up some cigarettes. Yes, and you're not Senorita. Too bad you had to bring her along, Valentine. Huh? What's that remark supposed to mean? Well, you see it's like this. You and me are gonna have to tangle, Valentine, before we leave San Sabo. We are? Sure. I hate to see beautiful dames get hurt. My friends tell me I'm soft-hearted. What you got to tell me? That's easy. Just stay out of my way. Or your friends may be talking about you in the past tense. Tough guy, huh? Sort of make it real interesting. I gotta see that Bixby stays where he is, even if a bad accident has to happen to him. He's got accident insurance. That's me. Yeah, I know. I just didn't want us to be in the dark about how we stand. Name's McLean. See, I wonder if your girl's getting lonesome over there with Emilio. Maybe I ought to go find out, huh? You're gonna let him get away with that. What's up? Oh. I'm Christine Craig. Yeah, yeah, I heard Emilio talking to you on the bus. Well, it's about time us two listers got a little chummy, eh? Usually, in my own business. Guys like that Wolf McLean over there always gives me the creeps. Should be used to the type I know. Show business? Well, night clubs and what have you. Yeah. Incidentally, what's bringing you to San Sabo? Oh, why talk about me? Now, there's McLean, for instance. Now, he don't care who knows. He's got a gun strapped onto him. But you're different. You can hardly tell you're wearing a shoulder holster. Oh, it's really nothing. I just try to be neat. But tell me something, Christine. Do you happen to know a man named Bixby? Uh, I'll see you out in the bus, Valentine. And you better warn your girl about McLean. Who's gonna warn him about her? Well, I see that Millio's passengers have finally decided to become one big, happy family. Oh, uh, Redford, on the bus, I get the impression that you're a newspaper man. Uh-huh. A light syndicate. Well, how about this story? Yes. Five people in a broken-down bus headed for a crummy little village miles from nowhere to quote Emilio Porque. Well, maybe they're here to see what happens if there's another earthquake in these parts. But you don't believe, of course, Redford. It's obvious what McLean is. You can expect anything from him. And this could hardly be a pleasure, John, for Christie, the corine. That leaves you and Miss Brooks. I was wondering about you. Don't forget yourself, Redford. Or, as a reporter, do you consider yourself on the outside looking in? Something like that. Just waiting for things to happen. And I'm not often disappointed. Come on, I think we have time for a last cup of coffee. Sure. Thanks. You shouldn't have bought me that perfume. It's much too, well, extravagant. Don't try to thank me, honey. My friends tell me I'm the soul of generosity. Yes, but girls just don't go around letting men buy them expensive perfume. All right, let's put it this way, sweetheart. On the way back. I suppose you make the trip with me. Well, yes, but girls just don't go someplace with one man and come back with another. Maybe Valentine won't be coming back. What? You know, he might like it so well for his health up in San Sabo. He might decide to stay. Oh. Come on, let's not talk about him. Which get those big blue eyes anyway. Oh, they just came with my head. What? Oh, no kidding. You got something, babe. Hey, look. You ain't married to that guy, are you? No. Well, I'll come a sweet package like you were still going around loose. You know, if you don't let go of my hand, I don't see how a girl can be expected to slam a gorilla like you in the nose. Look, no dame kids me along. Oh. They give the man back his perfume, Brooksy. George. You don't stay out of this, Valentine. You won't even get up to San Sabo. You should never wind up like that. Now I know what I got to do with you, Valentine. Bixby or no bixby. The Emilio tour again presents itself a journey of beauty and peace through all Mexico. Now, do me the honor to... A slight detour, Emilio. Now, Mr. McLean will get up off the floor. I think we can proceed. You sleeping, Brooksy? Look at sleep in this rattle trap. Now, please do observe that we approach the top of Mount Old Base. You will please to extinguish the light over your seats in your McLean. Shut up. Teddy, a driver. Now be reasonable, McLean. These roads are dangerous up here. It might make it difficult for Emilio to drive. Yeah, you don't mind a dog, Redfern. That's why you made sure you sat down next to that block. We have had enough of you on this trip. One more word. Please. Okay, sister. You're back in your seat and flipped on your list. Hey, George, what kind of a game are we playing here? Game? Well, that's one way of putting it. We want Bixby back. McLean doesn't. What a Redfern and Christie want. I think we'll find that out when they go into action at the custody of... And you ought to see George! Another earthquake! What's that, George? It's okay now. What are you doing, Emilio? Can we go back, senorito? Too dangerous up here. We can't go back now. No, we gotta go on. Shut up. All of you, leave this to me. But, senor McLean, feel how the moth is shaking so we all go down over this side. Start up this bus. Or you'll get a slug between your eyes. George, please! The Emilio tour is always willing to. Please, senor... Don't make me lose my temper. My friends tell me it's the one bad habit I got. Get going! The last stop, senor, is Breeze Diablo. Quick, hurry, please. Emilio takes bus to San Sabo. Nobody's leaving this bus but me. Why do you want to go to Casa Diablo? Crazy American who lived there for 15 years. Earthshake again and little bridge fall. Everybody go down in canyons. McLean, put that gun away. You can't stop us from going to see Bixby. This guy's driving all of you to San Sabo. Try to get out. There'll be some dead people out in the road. All right. All right, Redfin, pick up his gun. Good shot, Valentin. Bruxy, see if he can make some kind of bandage for his wrist. Oh, my boss, my poor automobile. All right now. Looks like all of us plan to cross this bridge to Casa Diablo. Now, maybe if we had a showdown, some of us would think better of the idea. You heard what Emilia said would happen to the bridge if there was another shake. Bixby ain't coming back to the state. And I'm here to see that he does get back. All right, that accounts for me and McLean. What about you, Christine? I want him back too. When he ducked out on that investigation, he let my father take the rap for the ones who really had it coming to him. My old man's still in jail. That leaves just me, doesn't it? I remember a little about that investigation myself. In fact, that's why I'm here. As a reporter, I want to get the facts from Bixby firsthand. Okay. Now everybody knows where he stands. Open the door, Emilia. George, this isn't a bridge. It's a tightrope. Must be swaying 20 feet in each direction. Oh, that's still from the last quake. Just hold on to me. It's almost across. Say, I think I see someone with a light coming down the hill from the house. Welcome to Casa de Abloh, ladies and gentlemen. Bixby. Who else but a crazy Americana would bury himself in a place like this? Now, let's see. Are we all here? How many did you expect? All those who were invited, of course. Now, who would this be? Take that flashlight out of my face. You made a deal with some people, Bixby. $10,000 and you stay put. Now, I got the dough. Wonderful, wonderful. This young lady. Christy Craig, you know why I'm here. With $10,000? You be sure, your father. All right, Fern, I hope you have the $10,000. For the exclusive story of Earl Bixby, the black sheep. I have. Somehow we seem to have unexpected guests. Young lady and I together, representing the Citizens' Committee with another $10,000. What are you trying to pull, Bixby? You can't sell out four different ways at the same time. Not to get away with it. I have a way. And get away with it, too. Just because of the bridge. Yeah, but in the morning, that's what everybody will think. Which will serve my purpose. Hey, what are you up to, Bixby? You see, I was all prepared for you. I timed the explosion of the bridge from the house. Being here alone for 15 years must indulge your perspective, Bixby. It's five to one against you doing anything. Knowing that, you can afford to satisfy your curiosity. As I said before, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Casa de Ablo. We'll return to tonight's adventure of George Valentine in just a moment. 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Get RPM at standard stations and at 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. 15 years ago, one Earl Bixby big-time political grafter took it on the lam rather than testifying a grand jury investigation. After low these many years, he's willing to return and tell all for a price. You show up in his Mexican hideaway with the $10,000, but three other characters appear with the same amount. After low these many years, he's willing to return and tell all for a price. You show up in his Mexican hideaway with the $10,000, but three other characters appear with the same amount, each with a different reason. Being like George Valentine, you call for a showdown and fast. All right, Bixby, you know why I'm here. What are you gonna do? You gonna have a drink? You can do that some other time. I've got the $10,000, see? Well, look at it! Ah, please, Miss Craig, I'm quite aware that you have the money. You've taken 15 years out of my father's life. You can't do anything about it right now. But you can come back and clear his name. And if you don't, I swear I'll kill you. Take it easy, Kristen. Oh, Valentine, you know, it's too bad you had to take a shot at our friend McLean, so Redford has to bind his wounds now and put him to bed. We might have discussed all this in detail before morning. Now, I think I'll have that drink. Just be ready in the morning. I'm going to bed. You didn't buy any chance to arrange for the earthquakes, too, Bixby. Oh, there. That was merely a stroke of luck. I took advantage of it. Just consider the location of Casa de Ablo. Please, no geography lessons this time of night. Small and insecure suspension bridge connects this rocky perch with San Sabo. In the morning, when they see it's gone, I can hear the native saying, Madra mea the earthquake, crazy barricado he, all alone now. Amelia, the bus driver knows you've had company. Does he know all of you didn't go down with the bridge? Oh, so that's it. And presto. $40,000 to invest in your wine cellar. George, I think our host is Loco and La Cadesa. You know, crazy in the head. I'll look it up. Yeah, Bixby, I think we're going to tie you up until that conference in the morning. Oh, come now, Valentine. Such a grumbling admission of weakness. After all, Red Fern has McLean's gun, and I'm sure that you have one. Is this the same, I think? Would you believe it, Valentine? McLean, the tough guy who wouldn't hesitate to make cold meat out of anyone else is afraid of the sight of blood. And that was just a scratch on his wrist. You don't say. Hey, Bruxy. Yes, George? Why don't you join Christy? Red Fern and I have to decide what to do about Bixby. OK. I just hope she can play gin-rummy. We've darned if I'm going to sleep tonight. I don't know what you've got in mind, Valentine, but I've got something to clear up with this gentleman. Come on, Bixby. Pay attention. Yes? You made my syndicate a deal. $10,000 for the exclusive story of what happened 15 years ago. All the names conniving the works. When do you begin talking? Ah, you're wasting your time, Red Fern. Bixby merely loves to make deals. And he's not even afraid of the political thugs who sent McLean here. So I suggest we just... Valentine, that's... Yeah. Come on, Red Fern. Oh, I found her, George. Yeah, Christy, we're here. Oh, we've got to do something for her. I'll go out to that fountain in the patio and get some water. You stay right here, Miss Brooks. We don't know what's going on around here. I'll be right back. He was... Hey, tell me, Christy. Who was it? Did you see him? Knife. Oh, George. No, I don't. Someone she couldn't even see. Bixby was with you and Red Fern. He's got someone else on with a knife. How is she, Valentine? Did she... You don't think it could have been McLean? Well, you saw how he acted on the bus. He could have... I doubt it, Red Fern. What is this? What I don't understand. I'm going to find Bixby... Before we do that, we'd better get to McLean. No matter what we all think of him, he has a right to know what we're all up against. Same way, Valentine. McLean got it the same way. Yeah, yeah. I was right, George. Bixby's got someone stalking us through the house with a knife. Someone we can't see, but who can see us? And one of us is next. Unless we get hold of Bixby. If we can find him. Valentine, this is impossible. Bixby dead, too. A state of affairs that seems natural to Cassidy. This is just how we left Bixby. Sitting there quietly. He doesn't look as though he's even moved. Someone else has been doing all the movie books. You know what this means? Somebody wants to see us all dead. Whatever is reasons. I doubt if Mr. Loper would be so anxious now for us to bring Bixby back. Well, he certainly sent us in a dilly of an assignment. Well, we can't just stand here and wait. I was saying the same thing to myself. So, why did you do that? What are you going to do with that gun? Sorry a weakness in my character. After I trip over my third corpse, I'm inclined to get trigger happy. I see you agree with me, Rithvin. Of course you're right, Valentine. I almost forgot I had McLean's gun. What are we going to do with George? You're coming with me, Bruxy. Red Fern, you go through all the rooms in the left wing off the patio. I'll take the right. Okay. I'll meet you back here. George Bixby had somebody in this house to see that none of us left here alive. Whoever it is must have turned on him. You know, like Frankenstein turning on his... George is not even listening to me. Angel, if there's a grammar school around here, I think I'm going to enroll in the kindergarten. We're right down to the oldest outdoor sport in the world, Bruxy. The hunter and the hunted. What can he mean, George? Now that age-old game begins. What is it, Red Fern? You better tell Miss Brooks to stay over there. I'd hate to have her see this thing. It's horrible. You ought to write comic books, Buster. Huh? What's that? You know you haven't found anything, Red Fern. If I fell for that gag and came over there, you'd do what you would have done before if I hadn't taken a gun out. George! You killed all three of them, Red Fern. McLean, when you took him to his room. On the way back, Christy. And when you insisted on getting a water for her, you polished off Bixby. When we reached this side of the bridge, Bixby had to ask everybody else who he was. Well, not you, Red Fern. He knew you. You had some kind of a deal cooked up with him. All right, what was it, Red Fern? Oh, yeah! Thanks for the confession, Red Fern. I suppose he's going to do it, George. Now, listen carefully, Angel. Here, I take this guy. Stay close to the floor. Okay. Call down to that end. And when you get there, take one shot across the patio toward the sound of his voice. What voice? Don't worry, you'll be hearing from him. Now get moving, and stay down. Yeah, George. Hey, Red Fern. Why don't you come on over and get us? Watch the hurry. Why should I fumble around in the dark? I'll get both of you when I can see what I'm doing. You don't stand a chance. I'll always be one step ahead of you. Don't you have anything to say to that? Wasting bullets, Valentine? You can't see where I am. This politician hires broken-down newspaper man to pose as master of Casa Diablo. As fortune's dwindle, Carl Bixby involves... involves ingenious scheme to continue life of high revelry in Mexico City. Ah, it's too bad it has to be a story that can never be told. That was the deal Bixby cooked up, Valentine. Do you hear me? You don't have to raise your voice, friend. You should have kept it simple, Buster. It might have worked. But I suppose being on the lam for 15 years does weird things to a man's mind. Doesn't it, Bixby? Observe the moon as she sits herself on top of Mount Aldeves. Muy romantico, muy simpático, muy... Amirio, you sound like a fugitive from Mexico's tin pan out. Mil gracias, senorita. Hey, the first chance we get, Bruxy, we'd better wire Loper and tell him that if the citizens' committee wants any testimony from Bixby, they'll have to send somebody down here to the San Sabo jail. Well, what do we say? Bixby unavoidably detained, slight case of murder? Something to that effect. Yeah, but seriously, darling, it's hard to believe everything that's happened. Well, in a way, Bixby lived up to his end of the bargain. For 15 grand, he agreed to live out his life modestly and obscurely somewhere in Mexico. He did. Even if he had to hire that poor dope to take his place. I think he actually expected to get away with it. Mass slaughter. Well, to his mind, it seems simple enough. After he explained to the simple natives of San Sabo that his visitors went down into the chasm with the bridge, well, he just passed himself off as the crazy Americano whom they hardly ever saw. Yeah. Um, Amirio. Sí, senorita. Well, shouldn't we turn this light off? You know, to make it easier for you driving at night, remember? Oh, no, senorita. I can see quite well. Amirio's tour considers only the comfort of its passengers. Yeah, well, we're much more comfortable in the dark. But it was not necessary to do that, senorita. I insisted that I... Amirio, how do you say shut up in Spanish? Por favor. You, of all people, should understand, remember? Muy romántico, muy simpático. Muy terrífico. In the meantime, a young man's fancy turns to... Well, you finished the familiar quotation. And if our young man who's going steady is a sensible fellow, he wants to keep his car going steady, too. 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Next week when you join us for another adventure of George Valentine, we'll come across George and Bruxy in a small shabby office and we'll hear Bruxy saying... George, what are you going to do? Open the door of this closet. You know it's empty. The professor's body disappeared. Just a hunch, Bruxy. Now let's have a look. I seem to have lived through this once before today. Yeah, we've got the professor back with us, Angel. The night's adventure of George Valentine has been brought to you by Standard of California on behalf of independent chevron gas stations and standard stations throughout the west. Robert Bailey is starred as George with Francis Robinson as Bruxy. Let George Do It is written by David Victor and Herbert Little Jr. and directed by Don Clark. Also heard in the cast were Victor Rodman as Vixby, Ted Von Els as Redfern, Gigi Pearson as Christine, Ken Harvey as McLean, Stan Ferrar as Loper, and Tony Barrett as Emilio. 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