 You're twice as sure with two great names, Frigidaire and General Mulder. Whatever there is mystery, intrigue, romance, in all the strange and dangerous places of the world, there you will find The Man Called X. Presents Herbert Marshall as Ken Thurston, The Man Called X. I know, Operator. I know what you told me. Can't you understand? I'm desperate. My very life's in danger. I'll connect you. I don't want the police. I want to talk to Mr. X. Please, Operator. Please, if you're only... Terribly sorry, but no one by that name lives here. You must have the wrong number. What? Goodbye. Expecting The Man Called X? I don't know what you mean. I never heard of any such person. Yeah? I wasn't going to talk. Really, I wasn't. The last time, no. Now get out of here. Let me go buy the steep. Mr. X, it's positively impossible that you should do this to me. Then call the medical. I am doing it. Good night. You have no soul, no heart. Oh, all right. What do you need the money for? Well, it's all on the kind of Clara Bella. Mr. X, she's gorgeous. The most luscious little damsel in New York. You'd love her. At the moment, I hate her. And she's so refined, you know, drinks nothing but champagne. That's how the bill got to be $68. She hasn't brought her family. Uh-oh. If that's Clara Bella, tell her not to worry. Everything's all right. Oh, it is. Hello, Ken Thurston. Good morning, Mr. Thurston. When did the bureau take on local murder cases? Oh, it's more than that. Chief, I'm on my way. Then I drive to the morgue. Then I drive 50 miles up here in this mountains. Maybe I've already earned those $47. Now, let me see. Three hours at a buck and a half an hour. I'll pay you up to an hour. You'll earn $4 and a half. And keep your eyes on the road. Oh, I'm to sleep even to see the road. And Clara Bell will most likely never speak to me again. Good. It'll be cheaper that way. What's money compared to the... Mr. X, you have a mercenary outlook. There you go. And for that, there's no answer. Slow down now. I know, I know. It should be right along here somewhere. Go into the information the police dug up. What should be? Mr. Milholland, this is my cabin. He's at a boss' house when the woman was killed. Oh, there, there. Try that, uh, drive me on the left. Mr. X, have you called that big house a cabin? I'm the certain one he got from his wife. He could build a dozen like this. He's probably in front of that door. Okay, now, let's go wake up the owner. I think he's already awake, Mr. Thurston. The lights are on. Yeah, front door's open. Come on. Mr. X, look. In the driveway. Yeah, I see. But why would anybody do that? Well, you fit the description of Milholland, all right? But, but how'd he get all those holes in him? I'd say by standing in front of a tonneigan. It'll do it every time. Well, that's the deal, Ken. That's what I meant by saying this thing was plenty big. All right, chief. So the immigration authorities were getting ready to question the Milhollands when somebody beat them to it. Why did they want to question them? Several months ago, Ray Milholland was flat broke. Then he suddenly took a trip to Lisbon. Mary had, uh, Gloria and Jensic there a week later and brought her back to the United States. So? Two months after which, he had a divorce and gave Milholland a big sum in settlement. The immigration boys wanted to know how come. Oh, the old trick. Buying citizenship through a short-term marriage of convenience to a United States citizen. Right. Married the guy over there simply as a means of getting into this country as a citizen. But the question is, how did Gloria and Jensic get in touch with Milholland in the first place? And somebody didn't want him to answer that question, which is a pretty good indication that there's no isolated case here. Somebody's collecting on these arrangements and sitting in a good spot for blackmail later. Sure, that's probably why Mrs. Milholland was trying to get in touch with you right before she was killed. This is a racket all right, Chief. I'm inclined to go with you on that, Ken. Uh, especially in view of this letter we managed to intercept. Huh? So, look. Addressed to Mr. Heady Rowe in the USA. That's right. And written by a girl named Marguerite Heil in Lisbon, Portugal. How about Rowe? Has he been questioned? Yes, several days ago. And he seems to be clean. He's a farmer who, uh, he went bankrupt a while back. Says he's never heard of the woman. Third of your bad luck and wish to help you. Have much money, and we'd be glad to send you the fare to come to Lisbon and marry me. Well, it seems we pretty definitely propose the marriage by this girl who a man she's never met. Yeah, sounds like it. Marguerite Heil. He apparently didn't believe in leaving anything to Rowe's imagination. And here's the snapshot she enclosed. Well, all this and money too. Hmm. What do you think, Ken? I think I better go to Lisbon. Absolutely. The last straw that busted the camel, Mr. Thurston. You didn't even let me have time to say goodbye to Clara Bell. What's the difference, Pago? She isn't speaking to you anyway. And now when I'm practically engaged, you want me to make love to some strange woman. Ha! One who probably don't know how to talk with English, even. You've got a point there. I will not be a philanthropist. It wouldn't be fair to Clara Bell. It's, um, it's an awful quick 40 bucks. That's the only thing I like about it, but, uh, but I won't do it. Pago, all you have to do is to pretend you're Harry Rowe. Meet these girls, cling along, try to find out who's behind the racket. Ha! But you forgot one thing, Mr. Axe. There's Harry Rowe scumming to Lisbon to marry the girl. Well, I wouldn't advise her to go that far. No. Absolutely positively and finally. No. Well, I guess I'll have to handle it myself. That's what I intended to do in the first place. I thought this might work out better. Oh, no, Dad, you do a much better job than I could, Mr. Thurston. Yeah, I suppose so. I'm not looking forward to it. Hey, what's that? Well, it's a snapshot of Marguerite. Here, I'd like to see it. Well, I don't mind if I... Huh? This, this is her? This is Marguerite? Yeah. Oh, I don't blame you for turning down the job. But, but! That is... Mr. Axe, I have reconsidered the matter carefully, and I can now see my duty without the slightest consideration for my own personal feelings. I will do this job for you. Pagan, your nobility with spirit overwhelms me, and I'm quite sure Carabella will be very understanding. Clara Bella? Who's Clara Bella? Mr. Thurston, can this plane go any faster? Americans are all so witty. Oh, thank you, Miss Harlitz. It's nothing really. One would almost think you were a diplomat instead of a farmer. A farmer? Oh, yes. I felt so sad when I heard about your fire. Oh, yes, that was very bad. How did you come to lose it? Oh, well, it was just one of those things. You know, easy come, easy go. You know how it is. Marguerite. Oh, really, Mr. Thurston? I don't know if we should call each other by our first names, yes. After all, we only met a few minutes ago. But that makes no difference. Ever since I first saw your snapshot, I have felt I know everything about you. Such beautiful little hand, and your wrist, and your arm. Mr. Rowe, please. Oh, I'm sorry. What were you saying? About your farm. What did you raise on it? Oh, crops, mostly. Different kinds, of course. Oh, did you practice crop rotation? Marguerite, I know all about farming. I didn't need to practice. Oh, Mr. Rowe, you are so clever. You think so? Well, it won't mind if I put my arm... Oh, please, Mr. Rowe. Oh, in my country, a girl only pre-meets such things after she's married. Oh, well, in that case, I'll be... Huh? That's our hope, of course, that we'll be there soon. And then you will take me back to the United States. Won't you, Harry? Well, I tell you, it's like this. It's the first time. Harry. Margaret. Won't you, Harry? Anywhere. Come here, baby. No. No, I didn't mean it. I really think you should leave now. It's getting late. But, but... Don't you think we ought to get better acquainted? I mean, I mean before we have married. Come on now, we'll have lots of time later. But your letter, it sounded like you were so... so friendly. I am, Harry. You wait. I'm seeing. But I don't want to... Maybe I could at least kiss you goodnight. Every night, Harry. When we get to the United States. Good night, now. Claude Bella never acted like that. Well, that's that. Why don't they have bigger trees in this park? They're after me. I didn't know she was your girl, Miss. I never, even so before. You got me mixed up with somebody else. Please don't shoot me. Please, I was only to... And has gone to Lisbon, Portugal, to investigate an international marriage racket. Pagan has been posing at the marriage-minded American named Harry Rowe. A few minutes ago, left the home of Marguerite Hile, only to walk into a burst of gunfire from the dark shrubbery of the park. And Pagan is thrown completely off balance when he sees Mr. X himself carrying a smoking gun in his hand. Pagan, let's get this straight once and for all. I did not try to kill you. But your gun, those shots, zing, zing bullets all around. Mr. Thurston. Pagan, somebody shot at you from the underbrush. I was standing across the street. I have fired at the gunfashes. And all the walls got away into the park. You mean somebody else was here? Sure. But that's even worse. Who wasn't? Well, I don't know. Maybe you got a rival. Ha, ha, ha. And maybe she's got a husband. Mr. X, I resign. From what? From being Harry Rowe. Starting right now, I have again become Pagan's elchman. Well, keep your chin up. Maybe you'll outgrow it. So 40 bucks, I can afford to be a clay pigeon. That's fair enough. Make it 100. I accept. Just call me Harry. But from now on, I only work in the daylight. Matter of fact, you don't have to work at it for about 15 minutes. Long enough to introduce me to Marguerite. Sure. I'm an old friend of yours who happened to bump into on the plane over. I'll handle it from there. After all my groundwork, eh? You're getting 100 bucks for it. But Mr. X, she is definitely not your type. You know, Marguerite is sweet and shy and innocent. Oh, sure. Mixed up with a two-time killer and proposes to a man she's never seen. She's shy all right. She probably has a very good explanation if you could only find out. What did you find out, by the way? I'm very glad you asked me that because she, well, in the first place, I mean, she said, well, not anything. I see. Then the only helpful thing you've done is to get yourself shot at. Mr. Thurston. That shows that our killer has crossed the Atlantic. Probably here in Lisbon. You mean the same character that tried to shoot me is the one who killed those Milhollands? I think that's a fairly safe bet. And your luck, he wasn't using his tummy gun this time, Pagon. You remember how Ray Milholland looked? Mr. Rex. Absolutely for the last time again. I resigned. And it, Mr. Thurston, why did Harry rush away so suddenly right after the two of you arrived here? Some appointment, you remember. Wasn't that it? But after all, I'm engaged. And you know, we're going to be married. So he tells me. But it's sudden, wasn't it? Well, yes, in a way. Are you going to be in Lisbon, no? Maybe a week, why? Oh, no reason. I just wondered. I imagine you would be rather busy. I won't see much of you. Oh, now a pair of sweethearts like you and Harry wouldn't want to be bothered by having an outsider around, would you? Well, I mean, you are such a good friend of Harry, isn't I? Certainly wouldn't want to come between you. I can understand a man's wife always comes first. Well, I suppose that's right. Of course, we are not married yet. You're as good as mad as though. Sometimes this week, so Harry tells me. Yes, yes, that's right. I'll bet you can hardly wait. I don't know. Sometimes I... No, nothing. Not great coming in. I can't. What is it? You know, the slightest desire to get married to Harry Rowell. No. Then what do you think I do want, Kay? No. Oh, you are a good guesser, Kay. All right, then, let's have it. What do you mean? Well, you feel this way. Why are you going to marry him? I... I haven't met you, babe. There's got to be a longer answer than that. All right. I didn't care anything about Harry Rowell. I'd never seen him before last night. But I wanted to get into the United States, and by marrying him, I could do it. But the deal of that kind is not too legal. It doesn't bother you any, huh? How'd you get in touch with Harry in the first place? The man gave me his name. What man? I don't know, Ken. I only knew him as Mr. Jones. What difference does it make? Plenty. How much did you pay him? Nothing. Oh, now come on. Wait a minute. But I didn't, Ken. I... I did some work for him. What kind of work? I... No, I can't. Please don't make me tell. I don't know much about him, Ken, but I do know he's dangerous. I'll buy that one, all right. Well, if you want, you want. It seems a whole lot rougher than you realize. You'd better think it over. Oh, wait, please. You don't have to leave now. I don't have to, my dear. But, uh, maybe I'll drop. Oh. I guess you have not seen it. It's been so sudden. You've made a girl who thought her heart was made of stone. Fall in love. What did you say? I'm not ashamed of it. Love's saying it can. I love you. That's what I thought you said. But, Mr. Thurston, it's impossible to understand it. For me, she was strictly a cold fish, but for you, I don't get it. Never mind, Pagon. The main thing is she didn't kick through with the list. And that's what's important. List? What list? The names of wealthy women she's introduced to this man who called himself Jones. Not only the ones who are still here, but the 20 or so were already married and gone to the States. Did she tell you who this Mr. Jones is? No, but, Pagon, I'm expecting a visitor. Soon as he gets here, I'll tell you both who Mr. Jones is. But if Margaret didn't tell you, then how did you find out? From a chief. He phoned about an hour ago in answer to that cable we sent him yesterday. That's something else I don't understand, Mr. Thurston. You told him to check all the passenger lists and planes from New York to Lisbon for the last six months. That's right. And to look for repeats in the name of anybody who flew over between the time of the murders in New York and the time you were shot at here. And he found somebody like that? Just one man with a lucky hunch. No wonder that... Hello? Hello, Ken? Margaret. Give you that list you want. Oh? Good for you. When? Tonight. I'll pick you up in my car. The round nine be all right? Perfect. Bye, Margaret. That's it. The one break we need. My friend's saying she calls you up. Now, Pagon, you've still got carabella. How do I know if I have or not? Anyone? Who is that? I don't know. Mr. Jones, maybe? Let's hope not. Come in. Good afternoon. You are Senor Thurston, no? That's right. And you? Lieutenant Moreno, Special Division Lisbon Bureau of Police. That's your service. Come in again. And this is Mr. Thurston. How do you do, Senor? I will stall you and give me the name of a man, Senor. That's right. He's one of the two murders in the state's possible blackmail and conspiracy against the government. I don't know his Lisbon address, but you'll probably have it in your files. And his name, Senor, is? Mr. Olan Lee. You've never heard of him? Olan-L-E-E. L-E-A. L-E-A. Olan Lee. We shall apprehend him at once. Are there accomplices? Only one, but I know of. And the name? No, Lieutenant. I think I better handle that by myself. Never a fact. My investigation of the accomplice won't be completed until the night. Where are we going, Marguerite? I thought we'd park here by the water can. The highway leaves down the coast to Lyra. You don't mind if we stop? Mind, I was about to suggest it. The ocean is beautiful, isn't it? It's a nice background. You're a lovely girl. Thank you, Kim. Night's like this when the moon is full. It shines off the water. You get to be leaving it. Everything in the whole world is beautiful. It's too bad it isn't. You look at the moon and you think, maybe it could be beautiful after all. There's a list, Kim. Oh, thanks. This is it, then. The names of women who try to buy the one thing Uncle Sam never sells. Citizenship. Why did you do it? Because I wanted to go to the States, and I didn't have any money. Mr. Jones promised he'd get me there if I'd bring these women to him. I'd met a lot of them here in at the Aritz. I'd taught them English. I was a fool. But I didn't know about the blackmail. I can't know about the murder. Maybe you didn't at that. Well, you've got to believe that, at least. I didn't know. Maybe I'm fool too, Marguerite. I believe you. Oh, why didn't I know you before? You know, for one of the few times in my life I can say that too. What is it? I don't know. It's coming from the trunk of this car. Stay back, Marguerite. I'll take a look. All right, come out with your hands up. Hello, Mr. Thurton. Oh, Pagan. I was getting very uncomfortable that time. What the devil were you doing in there anyway? Oh, I just came along for a briefing. You know, Technique, Clara Bell. You follow me, Mr. Thurston? I follow you, Pagan. But why do you call him Pagan, Ken? It's how I roar. I'll tell you all about it later, Marguerite. Wait. When did that car pull up in the shadows over there? I don't know. I didn't... Let me answer that five minutes ago. Now, don't move, Thurston. You know what a Tommy Gun can do. Mr. Don! Well, good evening, Mr. Lee. Lee? So the police haven't picked you up yet. No. And thanks for the tip. I'll stay away from my apartment. I didn't know he'd followed Ken. I didn't tell him anything. Believe me, I didn't... So it's Ken, is it? I see why you shot out your mouth, Marguerite. Give him the least Ken. That's all he wants. Don't bother, Thurston. I'll take it from you later. All right, Lee. But one thing. Let's leave Marguerite out of it. That's up to her. I still got plenty of use for her. Well, how about it, baby? You're gonna go with Thurston or stay with me? Ken, he's going to kill us. Me, not us. Play it safe, Marguerite. Well? I don't want to die, Ken. I'm not asking you. No. No, Ken. You'd never ask anything of any warmth. And you'd never give anything. Just the same as all a woman could ever want. It's all Adolf ever wanted, Ken. But... I don't have any choice. Plans? You win, Mr. Jones. Ah, it's playing it smart, baby. You got the right idea. Sure. I'm a smart kid, all right. Goodbye, kid. I've got to take him. Let go of it. Let go of it. All right. Now you, Thurston. Why, you... Daddy rotten dog. Mr. Rakeson, how is she? No, she's pretty bad. I'm still unconscious. Get her doctor out here right away. Okay, Mr. Thurston. Hang on, Marguerite. Just keep hanging on. Okay. Okay. Don't try to talk, Danny. It wouldn't have worked anyway, Ken. Of course, I mean... I guess I'll need it all alone. No, no, I don't need it. But... But it would have been... so beautiful. Hi. The doctor's coming right now, Mr. Thurston. Is she? I mean, she's... I mean, she's... I mean, she's... Yes, Pagan. Oh. What will we do, Mr. Rakeson? I don't know. I guess I'd better call the chief. She... She saved her life. Yes. Mr. Thurston, you... You liked her very much, maybe? I don't know, Pagan. What difference does it make now? The world rid of old and lean. And the world... lost margarine. Maybe that's the way it has to be for some reason. Well, what the heck? Everything we can do, I guess, is to send a cable. Investigation successful. Mission completed. Case closed. Thurston is the second anniversary of VJ Day. So we're giving up our time for a special program. But we'll be back in our regular spot on Thursday the 21st. Two weeks from tonight. And, of course, that includes my pal, Leon Velasco, with Pagan Zellschmidt. And don't forget, two weeks from tonight, when next I return as the man called X. Good night. First man called X is directed by Jack Johnstone with music composed and conducted by Johnny Green. Tonight's story was written by Maurice Zim and Les Crutchfield. And so until next week, same time, same station, this is Wendell Niles speaking for Frigidaire, made only by General Morgens. All characters and incidents used are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons or incidents is purely coincidental. Remember, not next week, but a week from Thursday, we'll be back with Mr. X. 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