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THE LADY WITH TOO MUCH HAIR and THE GUY FROM GOWER GULCH JEFF REGAN, P.I.
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EFF REGAN, INVESTIGATOR Jeff Regan, Investigator, was one of countless private detective series that proliferated in the years following WWII. The series initially featured Jack Webb in the title role, who was coming off his work in Pat Novak for...
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I get 10 a day and expenses from a detective bureau run by a guy named Anthony J. Lyon. They call me the Lion's Eye. Jack Webb is Jeff Regan, investigator as CBS offers you hard boiled action and mystery and thrilling adventure in tonight's story of the lady with too Much hair. It's suite 308 in the Cosmopolitan building on 7th near Olive. The letters on the door say International Detective Bureau Anthony J. Lyon, President. They used to be in gold but the lion scraped them off one day and made some kind of a deal with Fort Knox. Oh, it isn't much of an office. One room the size of a cigar box and it smells about the same. There's an overstuffed chair in one corner with a loose spring that's a menace right over it there's a crack in the ceiling, but the lion doesn't seem to mind. He says the place is rigged for comfort. Well, that's where I was at 5:25 last Wednesday. Night lion was sitting behind the desk looking at himself in a mirror. What he saw should have scared him. A pair of shoe button eyes mounted in a head like a Spanish onion. You know Regan, I don't feel like I used to. Neither do the Republicans. Think I've got that middle aged look. Just the spread. He's getting a little scarce on top. Change your shampoo. I shouldn't be getting bald at my age. I'm only 39. Your addition is Kind of bad, isn't it? I guess it's because I got so much worry. None of this business takes a lot out of a man. Takes more out of your clients. They get good service at reasonable rates. Well, I've heard the commercial, Regan. Cancel all arrangements for tonight. You're gonna be busy. Doing what? That's the trouble with you, young man. Too hasty. Learn how to relax, like me. Tell that to your ulcer. Ever hear of a lady named Hazel Carr? No. Where are you going? She's a businesswoman and we got business with her. What kind? Later. When? Anthony J. Lyon International. Detect. Yeah, yeah, yeah. 1302 Beechwood. Right away, Mrs. Carr. Okay. There's the kickoff, Regan. Who's playing? You and a red headed guy hop over this address and hide behind a tree or something. I forgot my beard. You'll see a red headed guy coming out of the house in about 45 minutes. Get a real good look at him. Why? He's the guy you're gonna study, so you'll know him anytime you see him. Where does Hazel Carr fit? She's inside the house. After you spot the guy, go in and see her. Fill in the rest. She'll give you all you gotta know. Now get moving and stay on the ball. I work for you. How can I get off? Well, I left the lion sitting there and I drove out to the be Beechwood address. Turned out to be a corner house stuck on the top of a hill and it figured a good rain would wash it down the drain. Well, I parked across the street and lit a cigarette. Watched a kid on a bicycle throwing newspapers. His aim was real good. He got them all on the roof. I watched him finish the block and that's when my knee action began to suffer. A heavy guy in a trench coat had his foot on my running board. He had a big face and he turned it sideways and stuck it in the window. What's the matter, buddy, out of gas? No, my foot fell asleep. Oh. How about a light? Want a light? Got one. Okay. Out of fluid anyway. I'll pull your head out of here before you lose it. It's all right, I always carry a spare. Come on, beat it, buster. You spoil my view. Oh, peeking, huh? Maybe you say maybe, I say yes. All right, what do you want? Same as you. You're looking, I'm looking. Whose side you on? Depends. On what? Whose side you're on. See ya. That was when the front door of the car house opened and six feet of pinstripe gray came out on the sidewalk. His 200 pounds was topped off with a bush of red hair. And he had a face to match. It had a flushed look, like a high school boy at a burlesque show. He started down the street, a guy in the trench coat crossed over the other side and moved after him kind of slowly. Then they disappeared around the corner. Now he was playing his hand, I was playing mine. I climbed out of my car and walked up to the door of the car place. The bell sounded like something that should have been in Buckingham. But the woman who answered wasn't any queen. Yes? My name's Regan. International Detective Bureau. Oh, Lion's Eye. Please. Come in, Mr. Regan. I'm Hazel Carr. All right. You saw him, I suppose. The redhead. Rather large, isn't he? The dons are missing a bet. Sit down, Mr. Regan. May I offer you something? I'll try a story. We'll get to that in a moment. What's wrong with right now? We have other things to discuss. You have a dark suit, I suppose? Yeah, I got it on. Well, get it pressed. You're going out tonight, Mr. Regan? I'm already booked. Then? Disappointed. You see? From now on, you're working for me. Come on. Strike a match, lady. I don't like the dark. You're going to meet the 7:10 at the Union Station. My daughter Phyllis is coming in. She's been at an Eastern school getting finished. How'd she turn out? Just a vacation. She's dying to see Hollywood. She should have a young man. I'm no escort bureau. I want more than an escort for Phyllis. I want a man with authority. She play that rough? That redhead you saw, he thinks he's in love with her. We all make mistakes. But he's impetuous. Follows her all over. He even threatened her. He says he'll kill her and himself if she doesn't marry him. Either way, he loses. I don't care about him. It's Phyllis that worries me. She's so young. But I don't want her to know that things are so bad. She needs protection. You must remember that. Maybe she'll figure it out herself. Don't let her. Anyway, I've wired her that a young man was going to meet her at the train to show her around. A nice young man. Can you act the part? I'll try. See that you do. Who's that boy out in front in the trench coat? I don't know what you mean. Okay. Anything else? I made your reservations for dinner, dancing at the Grove. I'll show her a good time. You're paying the bills and keep her occupied until I figure out a way to get rid of that redhead. Murder might work. Think about it. Call me after you pick her up. Sure. Now, you. You better go. Okay. Oh, Mr. Regan? Yeah? Here. What's this? Emily Post read up on your manners. Well, it figured she wasn't telling everything, but it was her play. I headed for my place to clean up before meeting the train. It took a little time bucking traffic on Franklin. At Gower, I played tag with a truck driver, trying hard to crease my fenders. It was about 6:15 when I pulled to a stop in front of my apartment. When I opened the door, I smelled cigar smoke. Somebody was over for a slumber party. A short, stocky guy with a stub crammed in his face was sleeping on the bed. Must have been having a real good dream because he was tough to wake up. Hey, come on, buddy. Hey, come on. The alarm just went off. Oh, hiya, Regan. Guess I dozed off waiting for you. Pajamas in the top drawer. How are you? Like to scratch? Kind of late last night. You should have stayed home today. Had to see you. What for? You know what. That pretty crummy mattress you got. Well, I'll put in for a beauty rest. Yeah, do that, Regan. All right, punk, let's get to it. Ease off. Ease off, pilgrim. I'm still shaking the sand at him. Well, get up and start talking. Easy, easy. Name's Moe. I'm a friend. Convince me. I'm gone. Hey, may I get something to drink around? Maybe after the talk. Quaker. Who sent you? Your insurance company. I'm paid up. And not in the collection department. What else they got? Friendly service, goodwill. Getting close to Christmas. Yeah, I'll send you a card. Don't want no card. Just want the pleasure of knowing I did you a service. Name the kind. Guys going to meet. Trains have accidents sometimes. Santa Fe's not gonna like you. But I figure you will. Tipping you how to stay healthy. My doctor tells me vitamins. Mo says it's a wrong dope. Skip the train and take in a show. I don't like popcorn. It'd pay you to learn. You want to tell me why? You got enough? How about that drink, friend? You didn't earn it. Suit yourself, people. But being nice is really an act with me. I'm pretty nasty. That won't get you an argument. I'd even hit a guy two feet shorter than me. Yeah, I'm turning pale. That's a good color for you, Regan. Stay that way. He chewed on the cigar a couple of times. And then he went out to find a spittoon. Ah, the whole thing at a crummy looked like a box of stale crackers. I tried to figure whether he was working for the redhead or grubbing around on his own, but not enough scenes were in to make it a full picture. Well, the car woman was writing the checks and I was still trying. So I cleaned up, threw on some fresh clothes and made it to the Union Station a little after seven. The Super Chief was just coming in. The station master, who walked with a slight list, took her name and said he'd bring her to me. Then I fought my way to the restaurant and the waiter brought me a cup of coffee. He was a skinny little guy with a lot of neck muscles. I guess he got that way from talking so much. Are you going someplace, mister? Just been. Oh. Have fun. It wasn't bad. Sugar? No, thanks. That's no good for you anyway. Gives you diabetes. You know, mister, I gotta go someplace myself sometime. I got a suggestion. I've been working here 12 years. Yeah? People come, people go. Pete Brody stays on forever. Kareem. No, it's just as well. It's sour. You know the farthest place I ever go, mister, that first door to the right. Are you Mr. Regan? Yeah. I believe you're waiting for me. Got a name? Phyllis Carr. That'll do. Oh, the darling. Aren't you going to ask me to sit down? You can handle that yourself. Thank you. Where's your baggage? Uh, we'll have to pick it up. Are you going someplace, lady? I just got in. I've been figuring on going someplace myself. I was just telling your friend here, get us some coffee. But I. I get it. Okay, okay. I'm just being friendly. Yeah, I'm gonna adore it here. Town full of mashers. You'll get along. I'm much older than I look, you know. Carry a sign? You don't seem very happy with me. I'm dreadfully sorry. You're much better than I expected. Your mother thought different. Oh, she's a dear. I thought at first she might pick me one of those children from ucla. They'll grow up, darling. Who can wait that long? I want to have fun while I'm young. Look, what kind of school do you go to? All girls. Well, that explains a little. And it's very progressive. Here's your coffee, lady. Oh, thank you so much. Ah, don't mention it, lady. Like I was telling your friend here before. Where are you going, Mr. Rico? I figured on going. No, not you. Me. Me. Home to phone your mother. Say hello to the deer for me. I'm gonna say a lot more. Now you sit right there till I get back. Oh, whatever you say, darling. I'll be making myself more beautiful. Save that for the redhead. Where'd you hear about him? News gets around. You're more my type. You better settle for ucla. You don't want to wind up an old. Well, it wasn't appealing. Nurse maid to a junior miss trying hard to work up a sweat. The curtain wasn't down, but I was ready to call off the show. I scratched around for a nickel and I found the phone booth between the newsstand and a broom closet. It was some old gal inside with a waffle for a hat having a private filibuster. When she finished, I went in and started to dial Hazel Carr. That's when I spotted that redhead in the pinstripe working his way through the crowd. He had an eager look, like an English setter flushing quail. I threw the receiver back on the hook and started for Phyllis. Soon as I stepped out of the booth, the thunder broke. Somebody threw two slugs into the redhead and his light went out. The crowd began to gather, so I went back for Phyllis. It was hard going. I was moving against the grain. Hey, watch how you going. What? I heard a shot just to come out. Hey. Hey, you. Some excitement outside. Hey, mister, call Homicide. I've been working here 12 years, seen a lot of things. Where'd she go One day a whack chase the major all over. Oh, listen, listen. That blonde sitting over in the corner with a high meter reading, where'd she go? Yes, I'm in the corner now. See what you've done. What happened to her? Leave me alone. Give it to me. She went out. When? Just after you did. Before or after the shot? I. I don't remember. Well, think. Before. Yeah. Yeah, before. I remember watching the way she walked. She got a date? She tried, but she said she was going steady with a red headed guy. Well, things weren't going to get any better at the Union Station. Homicide would be down there scratching around. So I used the back door of the restaurant, picked up my car and went out to the lions. When he opened the front door, he had a bottle of beer in one hand and a chicken sandwich in the other. He looked unhappy, like a beaver with a loose tooth. Regan, where you been? I've been looking all over for you. Did you try Missing Persons? Called your place three times. Nobody answered. You know I was working that's what I called you about. I got something to tell you. Well, wait your turn. What's the matter with you? In trouble again? No, you are. Big shot. Another bum client. International detective never had a bum client. Well, those two women just spoiled your record. You've been drinking. You better call Homicide and get us off that hook. And then turn back Carr's retainer. Regan, what are you saying? You heard me. But it's unethical to return money when Anthony J. Lyons can't. Stop it, will you? You quit giving blood when you found out somebody'd pay for it. You're out of line. Every time you cut yourself, you make a beeline for the Red Cross to get it back. International detectives under obligation to Mrs. Carr. And we're gonna see you. True. All right. You hold her hand in the gas chamber. What does that mean? That's where she's gonna be after the police get through. Wha. What happened? That redhead got himself a free ride to the morgue. It looks like her daughter, Phyllis Car called a play. You're out of your mind. Look at this telegram. Let me see. It's from Phyllis Car in New York. She just ran away from school with a Princeton man. You are listening to the story of the lady with too much hair. Tonight's adventure with Jeff Regan. Investigator commissions are still available in the Army Nurse Corps. Graduate registered nurses between the ages of 21 and 45 may qualify for service with this fine organization. Nurses may request active or inactive status. Those on active status enjoy the same privileges as regular army officers. Those on inactive status may continue their civilian nursing duties but stand ready to serve in time of emergency. If you are interested in joining the Army Nurse Corps and believe 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 lady with two Too much hair. Well, it all made sense like a girdle on a Siamese twin. Started out with a redhead and a pinstripe and wound up a nursemaid job with a girl named Phyllis. While I'm in a phone booth, somebody throws a couple of sleeping pills at the red headed guy. The smoke cleared and Rhett's doing the big sleep in Union Station. And my date somewhere else. The lion makes it a Sunday special with a telegram that says everything is off. Well, it didn't take 2020 vision to see that the girl in the station was a substitute or the telegram was a phony. It was easy to figure my next move. I went across the street and I found a booth Way over in the corner. I was two drinks into the house when the skinny guy in the trench coat eased down beside me. Hi, Regan. Think of all help you get around. So do you. Still following people? I gave up. You. You got something to say? I'm just here for a friendly drink. Try the bartender. I like conversation. What kind? All kind. Bourbon and water. Don't look so worried, Regan. I'll pay for my own. You gonna make a night of it? I can't. Got things to do. Gotta find a man who shot A man. What man? The one I followed. The one you watched. Any idea? Yeah. Who? You bum? Joe Creek. Well, why'd you follow him? My business. Besides, I lost him in a traffic jam. Here. Ya, mate. Thanks. Well, here's to the newspapers. Seen this one yet? With pictures all about our friend? Fine murder story? No. I work the crosswords. Oh, give me crime and lots of it. You know why? No. Tell me why. It's sin. And sin is here to stay. All right, you said your piece. Unknown assailant fires two shots. And the traveler at Union Station listening. It's an old story. Think so? He got his red hair dirty on the floor. Uh, wrong caper. Well, I'll catch up later. This guy was different. How? Bald. Like a boiled egg. Crazy. Gimme. See what I mean? The guy in the picture ain't got red hair. Got no hair. What's your angle, buster? Like I said, I read papers. Why? I thought maybe you belonged to the Barbers union. Well, it turned out to be an evening trade. I took his newspaper and he got my ice in the drink. Well, I went back to the office and sat down and tried to figure it out. It was all crazy. Like an Eskimo with a Popsicle. I started by calling Hazel Carr's house, but the nickel came back. The phone book gave a business address, so I drove out there. It was a pink stucco job out on Olympics. Right after you pass Redondo, a red neon sign. Told you that. Hazel Car. Car Incorporated. Specialized in hairpieces. Nobody answered up front, so I slipped around to the back door. The door opened into a workroom. I scratched a match. Somebody had been looking for something and it wasn't dandruff. Every wig in the place was torn apart. Just about then that I heard a step and then a flashlight jumped out at me and I smelled a cigar. It was Mo. Hi, Regan. Well, sleeping beauty, I'm awake. This time I'm impressed. Tell me more. Stand still, Regan. This alarm clock goes off. It's already rung. I Didn't do it. Body in Union Station. Chamber of Commerce gets upset. I'm from Florida. Figured to bring up the orange crop. Didn't do this either. Spit out the seeds, Regan. You're not friendly. You got here first. I'm here all the time. You're trying too hard, Mo. I work here. It's a serious business. We make billiard balls happy. All right, so you work for Hazel Carr. Say something with hormones. You're learning. Nothing that's not in the trades. Why'd you snatch the redhead's toupee? You make me tired of saying I didn't. Couldn't meet his installments. Gout. You'll get credit. What's in that toupee? Ask enough questions, Reagan. Relax, buddy. You'll burn out your coils. You're in the way. I told you once, I was born on the second honeymoon. Well, happy birthday. Birthday, Junior. Oh, I was lying face down in a pile of Santa Claus beards and yak tails. When I rolled over, there was the lion, who was shaking like a polar bear in a French bathing suit. Wake up. We gotta wake up. I could hire a detective for the price of you. Get a midget and he'd starve to death. You got a client. She needs you. What are you, Silent Arrow? I'm a nurse, mate. With you around. She called the office. Gonna have another daughter. I told you, it's legitimate. She didn't know nothing about the phony. Where is she now? 1629 Locust Avenue. Why? She's in the middle of a smuggle. You sure it adds up? She pays the bill. She's straight. How'd you meet her in the first place? I got a right to a private life. Not at your age. I left the lion standing here and I climbed in my car. I made a couple of right turns in the wrong zone, but I found the address all right. 1629 turned out to be a two story Monterey number in the middle of what looked like a golf course. Hazel Carr owned this place too. She must have been selling toupees to Crosby's whole stable. I parked the car and I headed for the lights that were on downstairs. I took the front steps two at a time. Well, if it isn't ucla. I just got in from Berkeley. Well, don't be bitter. I'm not. Where you been? Jealous. You're fickle. Just when I'm in college. Lucky student body. I didn't know you noticed. Skip it. It was a lousy act anyway. Good enough to fool you. Going somewhere? I got a Date? If it's with Mrs. Carr, don't bother. I sent for you. You better try again. Your boss just got a phone call. Well, if I put on one act, I can put on another, can't I? You didn't kill Red. Not important. Yes, it is. Come on back inside. We're gonna have a threesome. I like it better. It's a zebra room. You could find a dark place. That'll come later. I'm leaving. No, you're not. Inside, sis. You don't have to coax me. Where is she? Mrs. Carr? Look, it wasn't me. She's been dead a long time. So's your alibi. I've only been here for five minutes. You're lying. I'll make you listen to me. Look out. Drop it. You pick up that gun and I'll break you in two. Oh, stop it. Get me a drink. Some. Over there. Look, I didn't kill him. Not either one of them. Sure you don't believe anything? Depends on the source. Here, this will slow you down. Thanks. All right, now let's start talking. He got me into it, Mo, maybe. Say yes. Don't be personal. You get me out of the way so he can plug the redhead and snatch the toupee. Moe's impulsive, that's all. Forget about him. But the toupee was empty. So the two of you have to scratch around some other places for it. How? I rung my fingers through your hair. Let's stick to the subject. I wish you would. Did the redhead know he was carrying an empty load? Nobody did, except Mrs. Carr. It was a smuggle and she was holding out. It's a mistake for a woman, don't you think? They had a trio and she wanted to sing solo. The boys weren't smart like you are. Maybe she was worried about her daughter. Maybe she wanted to go straight and the boys didn't want her to. You're wasting our time. Let me show you where I fit in. No, you're on the wrong floor. There's a way to fix everything. You're an accessory. I can become essential. You'd get lipstick on my expense account. Come here. Now break it up, baby. You scratched around every place. You still can't find the goods? I think I found it. You figure the old lady used me as a safe deposit box? Where else could it be? All right. Supposing I got it, what next? Do I have to draw a diagram? Might as well be realistic about this thing. What's it worth? $50,000 of the white stuff. I don't like to dream. You look like you could use one. I'm extra. Meet the contract there? Yeah. Ms. Act figured a duet. Mo got a good memory. Mo, baby. Skip it. Stand still, pilgrim. I was trying to get it for you. I heard the song. That Regan might like to hear the chorus. Oh, Mr. Bet. Regan, you should grab an offer when it's hot. Don't be sad, pilgrim. She smiled at all the boys. Come on, let's get out of here. You'll look better with slow paralysis. I had about as much chance as a clean towel in a boarding house. When the muscle said move, I had to be polite. I guess he figured the car place was too crowded and he wanted new scenery. Well, we went out to the street and he steered me for his car. It was a black job with white sidewalls and there were two suitcases in the back seat. But all his bags weren't packed. It was missing a small package. And he had the idea. It was over at my place when we got there. It was about midnight. But it wasn't too late for him to go to work. Now. Isn't this better again? Home sweet home. I never liked it anyway. Moo. I got a lease. Those things can be broken. Want me to show you how? No, I'll struggle along. You make things hard on yourself. Now do something the easy way. Get me the stuff. You're wasting your time. I got lots of it. You ain't. Well, I haven't got it. Mo thinks you have. Lenny's pretty dumb at Sonicon. I don't like your choice of words. Buy me a dictionary. You're gonna get yourself two big holes in your middle if you don't lay that stuff in my hand. Sorry I had to do that to him, Regan. I forgive you. I just came up to get my newspaper back and he was acting nasty. The little guy in the bar. My boss doesn't like it when I shoot people. Uncle Sam, huh? Narcotics. I've tried to tip you off before, but you weren't listening. Somebody should have tipped Mo. Weren't you watching? I just did. Well, was all over fast, like a short beer in a cheap saloon. They took him away in a basket. All I had left was a spot on the rug. They had a good thing until Hazel Carr got anxious and decided to pull out. Only she wanted to be clean and have the stuff too. That's what started the scavenger hunt. The only thing straight in the whole corkscrew was the part about the daughter needing protection. But I guess she got it back at Princeton. The stuff. Oh, it finally turned up. Hazel Card found herself a good place to hide it. The Fed spotted it the first thing the next morning when he saw the lion. How could he miss? The lion looked awful in that red toupee. Jack Webb is featured as Jeff Regan 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 Mary Lansing, Ken Christie, Sidney Miller, Laurette Philbrandt and Ed Barrier. 29,000 nurses are needed to join the new Army Nurse Corps Officers Reserve. 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Enjoy. $0 delivery fees on your first three orders. Service fees apply for three orders in 14 days. Excludes restaurants. My name's Regan. I get 10 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 by for hard boiled action and mystery and thrilling adventure in tonight's story of the guy from Gower Go. 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 Taft Avenue. 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. Spoils a lot of things. Regan. Mr. Lyon. Wake up. We got a job. Why don't you sleep at night? Lucky for you I got insomnia. We go broke, try Ovaltine. What kind of a job? How should I know? Get your clothes on. What are you doing? Reading the want ads? I got a note from a client. You mean you got money? Hundred bucks is all. Says he'll match it if we run him an errand. Where to? Santa Ana Canyon. He'll tell you. You know, you got morals like a cash register. Can he write? His name? Davy Crockett. He's 50 years old. Well, he's a little old for cowboys and Indians, isn't he? That's his name. Davy Crockett. When's the wagon train pull out, Regan? I don't know how I stand for you. Get over there. Get where? Listen, a 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, Saul. 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. 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 week. They were putting fresh creosote on the walls in front of the drunk tank. And the guy at the desk looked like he burst his radiator. If anybody phoned for another, reservation was about 1am but after a couple of jokes I know about alligators Sergeant Gonzalez hauled out a drawer with some cards in it. Under C he found it. Full name, David Crockett. Cell 2, 7 3, solitary. Gonzalez walked me through a couple of quarters and then he opened a cell and let me inside. Davy Crockett was there, awake and standing up. He was about 4ft 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 the fifth ace. Howdy, stranger. My name's Regan, International Detective Bureau. How do I know? Start anything and I'll send up a racket. I work for the Lion. You called him. Maybe yes, maybe no. You got credentials? Where do you want them? Easy, son. Not talking to an amateur. Flyweight champion, Buenos Aires, 29. Grab yourself a squat, partner. What are you so nervous about? Nothing precautious, that's all. Let's start at the beginning, shall we? What are you locked up for? Fire plug. 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 an errand. 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 more do you want? Told you I'm not a man to be trampled with. Taught judo in Tokyo, 34. The Jap. Still lost the war. Sit still, Regan. You're working. On what? Well, it's just another errand. It's not much. Well, come on, let's pick up the temple, will you? My bicycle's double parked. Say, you ever get sandal toes on a bicycle? I did once. Eight day race. Yeah, yeah, I know. Now, what about this errand? Little package wrapped up in a sweater in the alley by the ashcan. Go on. I calculate I 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 the address for you. 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. Yeah. Son, there's nothing in the life of Davy Crockett won't stand inspection. When you get the package, check it in at the Union Station. And then what? Save me this stub, you get a hundred. Save it for bail. You could do this job yourself. Thought I told you, Sonny, I'd like to be lonesome. So you had him lock you up on purpose? No, I just like it here. You want a reference check? Any of the boys in Gala Gulch movie Cowboy, huh? Laddie, you're looking at the greatest jockey since Paul Revere. Eddie sand to Eddie Yacado. I beat them all. Kentucky Downs, 39. Yeah, sure. Well, a job's a job, Davey. But I got a hot tip where I fit in. Why is 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 3 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 packard 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 by the alley off Gower, it was in back of some old movie studio. 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. Marie, the dawn is breaking Marie, you'll soon be waking. Hi, friend. Have a drink. That's not my brand. I'll be a mug. A little drink between friends is real nice. We haven't been introduced. My name's Maxwell. What's yours? Slipped 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 with 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. Now, 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. 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 gonna do. You're my first customer. No, I Lux my dainties. Ah, don't go away, friend. I ain't through with my sales talk. Well, hire a skywriter. Hold up, my. Sir. Get your hands off of me. All right, Regan, the round's over. Yeah. What makes you the referee? This does. Friend here wants to play rough, Red. 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 him? Don't leave, Fregan. We're not finished. I got the package ready. Give him a tip for picking it up. Sure. Oh. 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 a 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 the company 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 turned out to be a Joan Fitzpatrick giving with some kind of a travel. The most colorful in the world. A temple of worship. Home of Peru. 2,000 years old. 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. And native. I'm going up. You won't sleep I stole your eye shaders. Oh, Regan, 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 leaves. Well, what'd 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. Davey will supply it. You've been three. Now, listen, big shot. Somebody's after this film for some reason. I'm gonna find it. City jail. Sergeant Gonzalez speaking. Danny is Regan. Oh, hiya, Regan. I'm glad you called. I just got that joke about the alligators now. Well, do me a favor, will you? Sure, pal, sure. Say, I told it 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. How you can say I'm his lawyer. Well, it's not that, pal. He's not here anymore. What do you mean? Some guy bailed him out 20 minutes ago when I was telling the lieutenant the joke. This guy in the briefcase comes in, slaps down the bale, out walks your friend. Well, he said he liked it there. I think he must have changed his mind. Where'd he go? Not very far. Just over to the morgue. Well, the cowboy from Gower Gulch had spun his last yarn. Can. Gonzalez told me that somebody had shot Crockett as soon as he hit the street. None of this made sense. The phony job, the blonde who tailed me, the fight in the alley, the corny movie. Now, a 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. It was a 40 foot Nash 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. Now go on, beat it. Regan, don't be that way. Offer him a panatello, Maxwell. Who's this? Your father in law. You smoke, Regan? No. It might explode. Yes. So long. Hold it, Rusty. Get in. Max. Max, I told you before, you're on probation. That's all right. Pick on Him, Teacher. He didn't hurt me. Get in front, Max. Sure. Where's your other boy, Red? We 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. Egan. I'm sure you'll put your best foot forward. I'd love to. My card. Horace Grundy. Sometime earlier, a little man called me Mr. Egan Custer or Boone or Davy Crockett. Of course. I want you to understand I get many such calls. Party line. It's a private number, but the salesmen bother me anyway. It's tough to be popular. Davey tell you what he was selling? No. Well, 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. Suppose I don't like to talk? You won't have to if everything goes all right. 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 Forest 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 figured absolutely nothing. It was still only 4am but there was a string of cars parked in the lot. I spotted a 37 packet 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 hangar and the reporters hit us. Say, Louis B's pretty sore, huh? No, no. Louis B and I are frames. Just his plugs are burned. But it's true, boys. Hey, wait a second. This Julio 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 El 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. Hey, got that stretcher over there. Oh, kick me. Hit me. Kick me. It's Julio, not the guy who owns him. Must be. I try to hold him. Beholder. Break. Oh, my rib. Take it easy, team boy. We got you. What happened? Bounce. Bounce the landing. She is, Rob. That is all. Where is the doctor? You're going to the hospital. Lie down. I'm broken in six places. Lift up the stretcher. Come on, boys. Hurry it up. Oh, Kicky, kick me. Move fast, boys. Yes, Grundy. Mr. Grundy, the guy by the plane started to 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, while six feet of big shot cigar turned into a crybaby. 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 got an idea you're connected with this. Oh, dry up, buster. It's an accident. Yeah, I got an idea there's going to be another accident. Yeah, Grundy. Maybe you're right. Go. Hey, stop. Will. I didn't wait to see if he went down. Maxwell swung, but I took through the crowd. I figured 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. Investigator 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 are 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. Davy Crockett sent me out to pick up a roll of movie film. A Joan Fitzpatrick travelogue on Beautiful. There 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 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 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. 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. But, Mr. Regan, I have 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 Davey's wife. If the little guy had anybody he could trust, he wouldn't have had to call him a lion. All right, Mr. Regan, I lie. Now, let's have it. Lady, what are you after? The roll of film. That figures. It's mine. Convince me. Mr. Regan. You're becoming very 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. That's enough. Yeah, yeah. I thought I knew that voice. Davy stole the roll from my library. Now may I have it back? Homicide will turn it over to you when they're ready. I can't wait. What makes it so valuable? I'm not sure. Then 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 roll of film. Go on. I put the police on Davey, follow them to the jail. So you go after the film that adapt a pretty important business. Did you push those holes in, Davey? Of course not. Now you're gonna 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 grabbed for the floor. When the noise stopped, I looked up. My landlady was gonna 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 company. She left with a fire escape without even goodbye. Well, I headed for the lions. The idea being to make sure that he turned that film over to the police and advertised 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. 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. Easy. 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 gonna 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 engineering a phony. Who? That's what you're gonna 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? Over to Grundy's 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. Well, the payoff's about the same. I didn't like it any better than a fan dancer likes 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. It was a 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. You said that? I can't believe it. I knew somebody else liked 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, well, now. If it wasn't for the accident, you would have coughed up another 200,000. Yes. No. What difference does it make? The whole deal's a bust. Now, what if that horse is a phony? Say some more, Regan. I don't know much more. Davy Crockett was a movie fan. You're doing fine. He had pictures. I wouldn't advertise them, but there's a shot of a horse winning a race. Take a look. Here. Give me that. All right. It's economy size. You're gonna ruin your eyesight. I got a magnifying glass for my income tax. Well, let's get a light behind it. Now, let's see. Horse, you get a star. Four white feet. I can do that well myself. Listen, Regan. Horse in the stable's got three. That does it. My boss gets promoted. Come on. Come on outside. I'll show you. I'll take your word for it. Let go of me. I got my information. Max. Maxwell, 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 plate. Hey, wait. Wait. Hello. I look for somebody. Good morning, Pan America. She. She. I'm Julio. Is Mr. Grundy. It's the guy with his mouth open there. How do you do? I'm so glad to meet and choke it. Okay. You switched horses. No, no, you'll not understand. El Romano, he kicked me. Wait for the encore. Mr. Grundy, with belief, I'm telling you. 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. The hospital. I did not go. Julio is honest. A debt comes first. The interest's going up. When 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 up. Now we are one big happy United nations law. Well, that's what happened. Now there were two guys with their mouths open. By the time we got him closed, the little gent from Peru had waddled off someplace. And Grundy folded his money and started to laugh. He 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. Hella 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. Case was beginning to wind. Ten minutes later, I was back on. Gower out. Yes? Who is it? Reagan. You alone? Don't be insulting. I'll open the door. What's the matter? You're slow. What do you want? Ask me in. No, no. Ask me in. Look out. Be careful, Regan. I have your gun. Well, Julio. Yes? Julio. Uhhuh. 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 whistle like a noise. 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 60 lengths with Davy Crockett digging in the spurs. You gave the nag of build up phony publicity of the sucker and insurance company. A quarter of a million. I was on it. Can it. You could have never closed a sale without Grundy watching a workout. That would have been a slowboat 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, Adrian, you are asking for a daily double. Well, I'm gonna take it across the board. Give me that gun, Robert. No. You're breaking my arm. That's the idea. I'll keep you in this dorm and lock door. You better go back to his stretchy well. Yeah. Why? You can be useful 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? Davy 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 Julia. Oh, you're trying real hard. But he was on the plane. What do I do now? Well, you might bit a fond ado to Gower Gulch. That's not funny, Regan. I know it. But you ran out of film. Well, the whole thing blew up like a hoop skirt in a high wind. Giulio had a real good thing. And 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 Davy 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. Did. That was the color of the season pass they gave him to the Burton Holmes travel lectures. Jack Webb is featured as Jeff Regan with Herb Butterfield as Anthony J. Lyon. It's CBS at this same time next week for more hard boiled action and mystery with Jeff Regan, Investigator. Written by by Larry Roman and Jackson Gillis. Produced by Sterling Tracy. 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