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You made good time, Miss Mitchell.

Just eight o 'clock.

You trying to break another record?

Not this time.

I have just a half hour to get to the auditorium.

What are you speaking about tonight, Miss Mitchell?

How to kill a newspaperman named Ward Prescott in five easy lessons.

Oh, forget about Prescott, Miss Mitchell.

What did you say in Chicago this afternoon?

We want a story.

Sure, and I want all the space I can get, boys.

But I haven't got time.

Here, come on up and hear me.

Maybe I can convert you to my way of thinking.

What about Prescott?

Did he get anything at two?

I can't keep that warmongering penpusher out,

but I can make him wish he'd never shown up.

Same spreading peace propaganda.

She certainly makes fighting talk.

Yeah, I'm not kidding.

I have devoted the last six months of my time and energy to bringing the public

the truth.

The truth as the America above all committee finds it.

Not the lying half -truths that are shouted into our ears by the warmongers.

I'll refer specifically to Mr.

Ward Prescott.

Columnist for the record who has seen fit to attack the AAA committee and

myself.

I'm sure mr Prescott is listening to me tonight,

and I'm glad Because truth and justice will throw his lies right back into his

teeth this country does not want war and 1 ,000

Ward Pescets writing in a thousand newspapers won't make this country go to war

the European war is not our 62 ,000

tons of shipping have been lost in the Atlantic But these are Panamanian or

British or Canadian ships suppose.

We say that every ship carries around 1 ,000 150 tons of cargo.

That's it.

Hurry count on that age 12 Come to the course bus, sir.

Another freighter.

North.

Go.

We'll take it in a few hours.

Yes, sir.

Breighter torpedoed.

Panamanian registered cargo vessel sunk in Atlantic with a loss of 33 lives.

Another ship sunk.

How long is the American public going to be lulled into a sense of complacency

by appeasement speeches?

You know what I think about this whole thing, Swifty?

Yeah.

I think we'll have another bourbon.

Same with soda.

Well, word press again.

How are you, Ernie?

Fine.

I was just reading your article here.

You sure take a hefty sock at Pam Mitchell in the AAA.

And I'm going to keep right on, Socky, Ernie.

You know, I'd stake my job at the higher -ups in that outfit or up to no good.

You seem pretty sure.

Well,

I'm convinced that they're more interested in helping Germany than keeping us

out of this war.

Well, maybe a lot of the unsuspecting members are sincere.

They don't want war.

Well, who does?

You don't want the measles either, but you get them just the same.

You know, I can't figure you out, Ward.

Here you are tearing down everything Pam Mitchell says or does,

and yet you're like that with her sister.

Her half -sister?

They're as different as day and night.

I don't even like Sue's name mentioned in the same breath with Pam's.

Pam's always been a troublemaker while Sue's a decent kid and on -the -level

American girl.

Uh -uh.

There's your troublemaker.

Who's the fellow with Pam?

Gordon Morell.

Say, by the way, he's into the same business you are, insurance.

Drink up.

I'd like for you to meet him.

That's why I've been trying to convince the celestial sister of the ocean.

She should give up aeroplanes and the...

Aye, aye, aye, to marry me.

I think he's got me convinced at that.

It won't be long, darling.

I've never accepted one of these from another man, have I?

Looks like you gained a little ground that time, Gordon.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

Oh, don't look now, but here comes your sparring partner, Pam.

Get your battle stations, boys.

Looks like we're going to have a war on our hands.

Oh, my favorite war among them is to war to Prescott.

Hello, Prescott.

How are you?

How are you, Ward?

Excellent, Sue.

Sorry to butt in like this, folks,

but I just wanted Ernie here to meet the manager of your father's insurance

company.

Gordon Morrell, Ernie Hescall.

How do you do, Ernie Hescall?

Oh, and Sue Mitchell, Pamela Mitchell.

How do you do?

Glad to know you, Mr.

Hescall.

I can't say the same for your friend.

Ernie here is an investigator for the Coastal Marine Insurance Company.

I thought maybe you two fellows might have something in common.

I'd like to have a talk with you sometime, Mr.

Morrell.

Of course, anytime.

Our companies are certainly taking a beating with all these ship sinkings.

Why not?

The government would adhere to its neutrality law.

But stop putting ships under the Panama Register and getting them sunk.

In short, do you think the United States should stop helping England?

I don't care what happens to England.

I think we ought to mind our own business.

You don't care what happens to freedom either, do you, Pam?

I get enough of your drooling in the record, Prescott.

I don't have to listen to it here.

Dance, Gordon?

Yes, of course.

Excuse us, sir.

Lord, please let me apologize for my sister.

Oh, that won't be necessary, Sue.

You know, strangely enough, Miss Mitchell, when I look at you,

I forget that your father is a competitor of our firm.

In fact, I forget a lot of things.

I think I like you, Mr.

Haskell Ward.

That's bad.

I had a couple of nice things to say to you myself.

Seriously, Sue, you don't agree with your sister's viewpoints, do you?

No.

No, neither does dad.

But Pam is honest about a few points, Ward.

It's just that she's always wanted to be different.

Well, in times like these, you're either right or wrong.

You can't do things just to be different.

You keep hinting that she has some ulterior motive.

I won't believe that for one moment.

Do you have to stick around here, Sue?

Or can you leave with me right now?

I think I can.

I've got a couple of things I'd like to show you.

You too, Ernie.

Maybe I'm right, and maybe I'm not.

So around, Gordon, but a few of my darts would chase you to cover.

Ma 'am, Gordon, here's a pretty nice guy.

You wouldn't want me to say something that might make him take a sock at me,

would you?

A punch in the nose might make you keep your nose out of other people's

affairs.

Please, Pam, don't get excited.

Let's go, Ward.

Where are you going?

To make Ward take back all the things he said about you.

Goodbye.

Don't worry about Sue, Pam.

She knows what she's doing.

Pardon me, Miss Mitchell.

Telephone for you.

Thank you.

How did anyone know you were here?

I was expecting a call.

I left this number.

Hello?

This is Pam Mitchell.

What?

Yes.

Yes.

I'll get Gordon Rael to drive me over.

In about an hour?

Right.

Hiya, Jack.

Now, why I've got here may not be concrete evidence,

but it's enough to make me do an awful lot of thinking.

Let's see.

Here we are.

Come on, I want to show you something.

Now, one of these is a record of dates when all these ships were sunk.

The other here contains dates of Pam's various speeches around the country.

Now, let's just check these.

Here's the Esther Johnson tonnage.

10 ,000, suck, February the 3rd, 1941.

Pam Speech in Chicago at the AAA Club, February the 3rd, 1941.

Now here's the last one, the Barbara Olsen, tonnage 10 ,000, suck,

December the 2nd, 1941.

Pam Speech in St.

Paul at the Civic Auditorium, December the 2nd, 1941.

You think that Pam has been giving out information about sailings in her

broadcast?

So you can see, Ernie, that in many instances, all the dates agree.

Just as many don't.

Your argument has too many holes in it.

Ward, what made you show me these?

What makes you think I won't tell my sister?

I've learned enough about you to trust you, Sue, and your father, too.

Thanks.

You're both square, honest Americans,

and I'm sure you're interested in seeing the right thing done as much as I am.

You should never stand up in court, Ward.

You'll need better evidence than that.

That's right, Ernie.

That's why I want Sue to help me.

You live with your sister.

You can check with her 24 hours a day.

Keep a tab on every move she makes.

You think I'm going to spy on my own sister?

You're crazy.

But listen, Sue.

Ow!

Oh!

Holy cow, what's going on around here?

Somebody tried to get me, Chief.

He must have come up the fire escape.

You better call the police.

The rest of you, get down the street and circle the building.

Ward, please.

Why would anyone want to try to kill you?

Because of my articles.

But you've only been attacking the AAA committee.

That's just it.

Oh, but they wouldn't.

Oh, wouldn't they?

But that's impossible.

Look, honey,

I know it's hard for you to believe that your sister's organization had

anything to do with this.

And maybe you're right.

But someone tried to get me tonight.

And that could only be those who were afraid of me.

Afraid of you?

Oh, surely you don't believe that Pam would be?

Oh, of course it wasn't Pam.

She wouldn't be climbing around on a fire escape.

But there are thousands of members in that outfit.

If my father thought that Pam would be...

I'm sure your father would be the first one who would want to see justice done.

Now, please, Sue, will you help me now?

I'll do my best.

Did you lose him, Ernie?

Yeah.

I chased him up on the roof, but he disappeared.

Say, look, Ernie, would you mind taking my car and driving Sue home?

I've got to get this story out.

I'll be glad to.

Thanks.

Now, don't worry.

You don't need to wait for me.

I'll take a cab home.

You know, I don't like you running around alone.

Don't be silly.

Where the devil are you going at this time of night?

Don't worry, and don't ask so many questions, darling.

I've just got some business to take care of.

Run along.

I'll see you tomorrow.

All right.

Let's go.

Gentlemen.

Good evening Zenna.

Good evening.

Your work has been well done, Frauline.

The warmongers will miss that cargo.

Hey, Mitchell, never let you down, boys.

You got the money?

Five thousand dollars.

Thanks.

My, you earn your money easily.

Not so easy when you think the risks I'm taking.

What if I get caught?

What if any of us are caught?

Don't worry, Thorson.

I like taking risks, but I like to get paid for them.

If I weren't doing this for you, I'd probably be involved in something else.

No, I'll just put you...

Sometimes I think you are a little crazy.

That's a compliment.

It's the crazy people who are running the world today.

You ever hear any of your furor speeches?

Froyline, please.

Oh, relax.

I'm spreading your propaganda for you.

I'm getting your ship sailing's information.

If you don't like the way I do things, you can get somebody else.

Froyline, we never said we didn't like the way you are doing your work.

If we didn't like you, we wouldn't pay you so liberally for your information.

Well, that's not liberal enough.

You can double it the next time.

Your honor, look here, Mr.

Mitchell.

Howard, what are you doing here?

Police.

Here are the mocks.

Don't worry.

They didn't train.

You should have stayed on the boat.

Can't you follow orders?

I couldn't.

When I tried to get Prescott, someone started shooting at me from the office.

I was lucky to get away.

Was my sister with Prescott?

Sure, but she's all right.

You fool, she might have been killed.

We could not know she would be with him for all I know.

I warn you, if ever any harm comes to my sister through...

What is your sister doing with Prescott?

She thinks I'm on the level.

She's trying to convince Prescott of the same thing.

It won't work.

Prescott's too smart.

We must get rid of him.

Then do it.

Stop blundering.

That's easier said than done.

Better get rid of him before he gets us.

Good morning, Pam.

Hello, Sue.

Are we not up yet?

Yes, you'll be in shortly.

I was just talking to her.

What about?

What, Prescott?

You mean the shooting?

Papers made quite a spread about it, didn't they?

Looks like open season on Ward.

Well, it's no joking.

Matter, Pam.

Why should such things happen in a country where every man is entitled as...

I wouldn't mind taking your shot at him myself for what he said about me.

How can you be so cold -blooded about it, Pam?

I like Ward, and someone's trying to murder him.

You like Ward Prescott?

Very much.

Fine thing.

My own sister falling in love with him...

I didn't say I was falling in love.

Take my advice, Sue.

Don't.

Find yourself a nice young man who doesn't have so many enemies.

Ward seems to think that the America Above All Committee might have had

something to do with the shooting.

Oh, he does, does he?

Well, he better not hint at anything like that in his papers,

or we'll start a libel suit against the record that'll put it out of business.

Father takes the same as Ward, Pam.

Please give it up for Dad's sake.

He's sick about it.

Father isn't going to make me change my mind by sulking about it.

He'll just have to get used to it, that's all.

I can get used to seeing him in jail much easier.

Must we start each day with an argument?

Must I start each day being ashamed of my own daughter?

Oh, Father, please.

Who pays for this lying propaganda you're spreading?

That none of your business.

I don't know why I should have to answer your stupid questions.

I'm Pam Mitchell, understand?

My name is known all over the world.

I'm a public idol.

I'm famous.

You mean notorious.

The trouble with you is you have too many of your mother's unstable,

violent qualities.

Father, please.

Be quiet.

It's bad blood.

You're vicious, Pam, just as your mother was.

The sour grapes.

You couldn't hold my mother because you're a mean, narrow -minded,

vindictive old man.

Pam!

Father, you've got to stop these arguments.

You're making yourself ill.

See, I'd rather see her dead than doing what she's doing.

Oh, please, Father.

If I thought my daughter was a traitor to her country, I'd kill her myself.

You don't mean that.

Just...

Well, just let Pam work out her own life.

If it were just her own.

Even Gordon's work is being affected.

They inform me at the office that he seems to be worrying.

And we can only attribute it to his association with Pam.

Oh, it's just that he's so mad to him.

He's in love with Pam.

He's worried about when she's going to marry him.

That's all.

If he does marry her, he's a fool.

Of course I know it's irregular for rival companies to discuss such things, Mr.

Morell.

But ships insured by both our companies are being sunk.

And no company can stand too many losses.

I'm fully aware of that, Mr.

Haskell.

The merchant marine outfits even tried switching the travel lanes of every ship

sailing for England.

But the German U -boat seemed to know just when and where to attack.

Well, that's out of my hands.

Harry Mitchell is still president of Atlantic Marine.

He's hardly active.

This requires the swift cooperation of a younger man.

Like yourself, Mr.

Morell.

Oh, excuse me.

Yes?

Miss Mitchell to see you.

Would you have her come in when Mr.

Haskell leaves, please?

Thanks.

All I want is your permission to talk this over with your investigating

department.

Perhaps we can work together.

Well, I'll take it up with Mr.

Mitchell.

I don't see any reason why I should refuse you permission.

Thanks.

If there's a leak in either of our organizations,

I'm sure we'll put a stop to it.

Fine.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Good morning, darling.

Hello, Pam.

Well, you don't look very happy.

What you need is a tonic.

There.

That ought to hold you to lunch at least.

You know, I was all set for a serious talk with you.

When you kissed me like that.

That's what I call my blitz kiss, darling.

But what is the serious matter?

You saw Ernie Haskell just leave the office.

Yes.

Well, his investigation is getting too close to home to suit me.

I'm not going to let them get me.

Gordon, you're a coward.

A coward?

Now listen,

I helped you in the past because my love for you came before anything else.

But now, Pam, I'm worried.

Seriously worried.

Do you realize how much money this means to us?

Money.

I haven't even gotten that for the risks I'm taking.

Well, don't worry, darling.

We'll be taken care of.

This is no time to start moralizing.

The Atlantic Green has the information,

and my customers are willing to pay well for it.

It must be almost a quarter of a million dollars in cash.

I buy an awful lot of blitz kisses.

Leave it at me.

Twelve ships sailing this week.

Have you seen the morning paper?

Just the front page.

Oh, you mean about Ward Preskin?

No.

Something else to worry about besides Ward Preskin.

Martin Oster, who is to head the newly formed Liberty Committee,

as opposition to the America Above All Committee,

as he arrives from Honolulu this morning.

I wouldn't worry too much about him, Gordon.

Nobody, including Mr.

Martin Oster, is going to get anything on us or the AAA.

Yes, but Oster's a well -known man in the islands, a civic leader.

He might prove dangerous.

Nobody can be as dangerous as Pam Mitchell, darling.

You ought to know that.

What makes her speech as even more dangerous, Martin, is her reputation.

The girl has caught the public fancy.

She's the type of daredevil that always captures the public.

Consequently, they think anything she preaches is gospel truth.

Well, I can understand that.

That's why I wanted you to talk to her.

When she was younger, she'd listen to you.

Maybe you can do something with her, I can't.

She's absolutely out of control.

Well, perhaps you weren't very tactful with her, Harry.

I had to stop being tactful with Pam when she was four years old.

Maybe I can get her to quit the AAA.

She's one of the leaders, and I've got to lick that organization somehow.

I hope you wipe it out of existence.

Pam always had a lot of spirit.

But when she hears some real facts about Fifth Column activity,

maybe she'll change her mind.

Well, I hope so.

Good evening, Miss.

Good evening, Drake.

Oh, Pam, come in here.

We have a guest.

Martin!

Martin, it's good to see you again.

You look wonderful, Pam.

So, you're my new opponent, chairman of the Liberty Committee.

One and the same.

I wish you were with the Liberty Committee instead of a guest at...

but maybe we could iron out a few things.

Let's talk it over.

All right.

Where will it be?

The red or blue network?

You make it sound like a battle.

Can't we do it privately?

I know just the place.

A nightclub where neither of us can hear the other one talk.

That's the only place for an argument.

Do you, Rumba?

Why, yes, I...

Oh, just a moment.

Hang on to your liberty for a few minutes.

It won't take me long to change.

It's going to take more tact than I thought.

You don't know the half of it.

Hello, Sue.

Well, come in, Pam.

You look luscious, baby.

Going out?

No, just putting up for the evening.

Oh, Sue, will you do something for me?

Take care of this.

What is it?

Oh, just some letters that are very valuable to me.

You're not careless, I am.

Sure, I'll take care of them for you.

Thanks.

Well, I could hurry and dress.

Do you have a date tonight?

To a certain extent.

And I think I'm in for a lecture.

Who's doing the lecturing?

Dad's old friend Martin Auster.

You know, the big liberty man.

You're going to be seen in public with him?

Mm -hmm.

It's like the lion and the lamb eating from the same dish.

Dad seems to think you'll be a good influence on me.

Well, maybe it will stop your arguments with Dad.

I don't.

See you later, dear.

Have a good time.

Wait a minute.

You can't say it, will you?

Thank you.

Ward Prescott's office.

Hello, may I speak to Ward Prescott?

This is Sue Mitchell.

Yeah, this moment.

Hi.

Hello, Prescott speaking.

Oh, hello, Sue.

Hello, Ward.

I've got something interesting to tell you about Pam.

It looks like she's changing.

She's considered to go out with Martin Auster.

He's going to talk to her.

Martin Auster?

Oh, the head of the Liberty Committee.

Oh, yes, that's fine, Sue.

That's fine.

Oh, I hope he can do something with her.

Uh...

Yes, thanks.

Goodbye.

What's the matter?

You look worried.

That's funny.

We were just talking about Martin Oster.

He and Pam Mitchell going out together.

That doesn't add up.

Maybe it means something.

Yeah, maybe it doesn't.

Well, there's only one way to find out.

Come on.

Talk about that idea of yours in a way.

Yeah.

Yes, Miss?

Deliver this by messenger to Mr.

Gordon Morell at the Riviera Arms.

Certainly, Miss.

Now, don't forget, Pam, Littlalton get in a few words, too.

Don't worry as few as possible.

She listen.

All right.

Good night, Harry.

Good night Well,

darling here we are again I Thought you'd never get here two years two whole

years.

How have you been?

What have you done with yourself?

Everything is working It worked out very well in the islands.

It just took time to get our agents' place.

Using a Liberty Committee as a blind was a clever move.

Perfect.

Because the organization itself is on the level.

They figured a man with my experience in Hawaii should be able to convince the

American public that the Pacific needs strong defense.

Naturally, I was very flattered.

The saps.

Now you can all remove their make.

Yes, and they must never learn my true identity.

Pam, I think it'd be best under the circumstances if you'd return my letters.

Your letters?

What makes you think I kept them?

Knowing you as I do, Pam,

you never destroy anything you think might have some value.

All right.

I have them.

Why do you want them back?

Nothing must jeopardize the position of our agents here.

You can understand that.

Agents be hanged.

That's not the reason you want them.

All right, Martin.

Go on.

Tell me.

There's another woman.

What gives you the idea there's another woman?

Knowing you as I do, I couldn't get any other idea.

All right.

Since you insist, there is another woman.

I want to marry her.

I'm sorry, Pam, but two years have made a big difference.

I won't give you up, Martin.

Pam, be sensible.

If you get me to so involved in the spy work that I can't get out,

you tell me you don't love me.

Martin, you never did love me.

You were using me.

No more than you're using Gordon Morell.

Pam, I want those letters.

They're incriminating.

You know the consequences if the papers find out who I am.

Sure, I know.

If you insist on marrying that girl,

I'll see that the papers get those letters.

You wouldn't dare.

Oh, wouldn't I?

Stop shouting.

Martin, I love you.

I can't let you go.

I want to work with you.

Do anything you say, except give you up.

Perhaps you'll change your mind.

Perhaps you'll change yours.

I should have known you'd be unreasonable.

We'll talk about it again when you're in a better mood.

By then, I'll make you forget that other woman.

Where are we going, darling?

To the boat.

There may be some important news for us tonight.

You're the only important news I care about.

Not too close, driver.

What do you suppose they're going?

No, it looks like they're heading for the waterfront.

Oh, they're pulling over at the curb.

Pull around this corner at Park, driver.

They're pulling over at Park, driver.

They're pulling over at Park, driver.

That's Bonnie.

Yeah.

Down board open the hatch.

It will be interesting to see your face when we give them the news.

We gave them all our stock.

We gave, Sir Torson.

Heil Hitler.

Heil Hitler.

Heil Hitler.

How does it go Frauline.

I know, my friend.

Heil Hitler.

We have wonderful news.

You mean it has happened?

Not yet.

But in the morning those Yankee swine will no longer be worried about England,

but themselves.

Would you mind telling me what's going on around here?

Why, yes, Pam.

I think you may know.

You think?

Am I in on this or am I not?

Of course, Pam.

Air Thorson, our guest.

We have a very distinguished guest in our midst, my dear.

Pam, I want you to meet Koshimo Haru,

a leader of Japanese cultural work in the United States.

Haru, meet Pam Mitchell.

How do you do, sir?

I am so happy to meet friends of my country.

Don't tell me your Japan is going to declare war tomorrow.

Decurring war is old habit that here Hitler has found very wise to discard.

Japan has earned a valuable lesson, Miss Mitchell.

Tomorrow, Sunday, December 7th, Japan stripes.

And when it does, the war will be almost won,

for the United States' fleet will be no more.

Their officers will not be ready.

They will still be asleep.

It's like Steph.

Your diplomats are soft -soaping Washington while your fleet's moving on.

Where is it moving?

I do not even tell my conscience that, Miss Mitchell.

Let us say instead, perhaps,

that the Japanese cultural society is expanding considerably.

And we in the United States have our part to pray when the attack comes.

Please sit down.

I will explain.

Say, Ernie, why do people come down here to the waterfront?

Maybe for a swim or for suicide.

Suicide?

That's a good -looking ship.

Hey, you.

What are you fellas doing around here?

Oh, we just came down here to get a little ocean air.

No law against that, is there?

Well, no.

Not in America.

Hey, what's the name of that ship?

Korsbad.

She's a Danish freighter.

Interned here for the duration.

Oh, I see.

But don't let me catch you up there.

Nobody is allowed aboard ship.

Oh, don't worry.

We just came down to do a little sightseeing.

Well, good night.

Good night.

Good night.

So, you are all an essential element to a plan that must not fail.

I think this calls for a celebration.

Gentlemen, gentlemen, please rise.

Not so loud.

Not the door of my friend.

It might be necessary for us to be quiet.

Hey, what was that?

What was what?

I thought I heard voices.

It sounded like they were coming from that ship.

I didn't hear anything.

Well I did.

Here's one to watch remote watch.

What are you going to do.

To break a couple of laws or I don't mind if I do.

I'm going to be.

The law.

Only two of them.

Nobody in there.

Empty.

Hey look the radio.

Government seals OK.

These ships have got powerful sets and be a big help to a bunch of spies that

chance they'd have operating in a radio room with a government seal on the

door.

Oh come on we're wasting time you didn't hear any voices.

I sure thought I did.

Good one on us for letting Pam Mitchell and Martin Austin slip right out from

under our noses.

We should have brought along a couple of blood down.

Brisket and his friend Haskell, that insurance investigator.

This is our chance to get Brisket.

We'll make it off the ship.

See, I'll leave it now.

All right.

Take Hoffman with you and remember it must look like an accident.

Good.

Oh, we've bungled it this time.

Well, we're right back where we started.

No, Ernie, I keep thinking about that ship.

There was nobody on it.

We looked, didn't we?

Nevertheless, I'd like to have a look at it during the day.

Hey, I've been watching that car ever since we left the dock.

I wonder if they're following us.

Oh, we'll soon find out.

Driver, take the next turn to your right.

They're tailing us all right.

Step on it.

Give it all you've got.

She's glad on the floor.

Come on.

They are wise to us.

Get closer.

At the speed of traveling, a bullet in the tire will be sufficient.

Faster, faster.

Good, good.

Get in there.

I guess we're pretty lucky at that, Ernie.

Yeah.

Take it easy.

I'll see if I can get that driver out.

You've been dosing here for more than an hour, sir.

Huh?

May I get you something, sir?

No, no, thanks, Drake.

Is Miss Ewe going to bed yet?

She went upstairs about 20 minutes ago, sir.

I see.

Now get my coat, will you, Drake?

Yes, sir.

Did Miss Ewe ask where I am until I've gone out for breath pressure?

Very good, sir.

Pam?

Oh, Pam?

Pam?

Pam?

Did you call me?

I'm sorry.

Oh, Jeepers, you frighten me.

Drake, has my sister come home yet?

Not that I know of, Miss.

Oh, yes, it was father then.

I thought I heard the door to Miss Pam's room close.

But your father's out.

He's gone for a walk.

He has?

Perhaps I'd better go down to the garage and see if Miss Pamela's car's back

there yet.

Oh, yes, I'll go with you.

The car's here.

She must have come back.

Well, it doesn't seem likely she'd come in and leave again immediately.

Perhaps she was in that cab.

Yes, Miss.

I never was very good at mysteries, Drake.

I suppose Miss Pam will give us some sort of explanation in the morning.

Very lightly.

Oh, so sorry.

So sorry, please.

We're fine.

Operator, you've got to get me through to the record.

Yes, yes, I know everyone's calling about the war, but try again, please.

The war isn't enough for me to worry about.

Now, Pan has to disappear, too.

Operator, please try again.

Oh, thank you.

Hello?

Hello?

Ward Prescott, please.

This is Sue Mitchell.

Hello.

Hello.

Ward?

Oh, thank heavens.

Ward, I wouldn't have phoned you at a time like this, but...

What?

Yes.

Yes, in a hospital.

Since last night.

Look, honey, I'm awfully busy right now.

Can I call you back later?

I want to talk to you about Pam anyway.

But that's why I called you.

Pam hasn't been home all night.

Her room was ransacked.

Somebody went through it looking for something.

No, no jewelry or money was touched.

I've called every place where she might have been, but she just disappeared.

Say, this may have something to do with what happened last night.

Look, honey, I'll finish my story and rush right over.

No, don't call the police yet.

I probably know more about it at the moment than they do anyhow.

Yeah.

Goodbye.

Gosh, Mr.

Prescott, you better hurry.

Burns is waiting for your stuff.

I know, I know.

What's coming right over?

Well, this ought to hold him until the next edition.

Take that right in to Burns.

Hello, Burns.

Now, don't get excited.

I just sent it in to you.

Listen, Burns.

I just found out that Pam Mitchell's disappeared.

Yeah.

Yeah, well, I'm going over there right away.

I may have a story for you.

They'll blow the fifth column, the AAA, and the kingdom come.

Well, whoever went through Pam's room certainly did a thorough job of it.

You say you haven't the slightest idea of what they were looking for?

No.

Pam's car is home and Pam isn't.

See, I'd like to talk to Drake a minute, honey.

Well, certainly.

Lord, I hope nothing's happened to Pam.

Don't worry about Pam, honey.

She can take care of herself.

Yes, Mitch.

Oh, Drake,

Miss Sue tells me you answered the phone when Gordon Morell called last night.

Just what did he have to say?

Well, he, uh...

He seemed very excited, sir.

Perhaps he'd had something to do with a note that Miss Pamela sent him.

A note?

What kind of a note?

Well, I couldn't say, sir.

Drake called me a cab.

Yes, sir.

Honey, I've got to see Gordon Morell and Pronto.

Take my card.

It's in the garage.

Oh, thanks.

See you later.

Good day.

Hello, Ducky.

Ward -Preston.

Give me Burns in a hurry, will ya?

Don't argue and do as I tell you.

Go on out there and get busy.

Yeah, Burns.

I'm at the Mitchell home.

Yeah.

Hold on to your seat.

I just found Pam Mitchell.

Dead.

Choked to death.

No, no, I don't know who did it.

Well, they ate the five at that Gordon Murrell was mixed up in it.

Murrell, huh?

Okay, stay with the story.

Listen, anybody else know about this yet?

No?

Great.

Sure, sure.

I'll notify the cops.

Charlie?

Pam Mitchell's just been found murdered.

Get over to the garage at the Mitchell home and get some pictures.

You'll find the body and the trunk compartment of her car.

I'll use every shot you can get.

We've got the scoop, so keep it under your hats.

Even the cops don't know yet, and I'm not telling them.

Now scram.

Get me rewrite.

It's telegram, sir.

Oh, thanks.

Thank you.

There's a telegram for you, Miss Sue.

Thank you.

It's for my sister.

Thank heaven she's all right.

Apex Exporting Company.

Apex Ex...

What could she be doing there on Sunday?

Probably some business matter.

Well, I'll soon find out.

Drake, what time is it?

5 .30, miss.

Will you be home to dinner?

Yes.

It'll take me about an hour to pick Pam up.

Tell my father.

Uh, certainly, miss.

Not at all.

We're going to the store.

Hello, Wrecker.

Ward Prescott again.

Give me Burns in a hurry.

Listen, Burns, I just found Gordon Morrell.

He's a suicide.

Yeah, yeah.

Well, it looks like it's open and shut.

He left a note practically pending Pam's murder on himself.

Say, there's something wanky going on around here.

I sent photographers up to the Mitchell home and Pam's car was gone.

Yeah, Drake the butler said that Sue Mitchell drove out in it.

What?

Holy mackerel, Pam's body's in that car.

Yeah.

Well, look, I'll call you back later.

Thanks for watching.

Hello Drake Ward Prescott say what's this about Sue driving out in Pam's car

well sir she received a telegram asking her to go to a certain address and pick

up Miss Pamela well I think I do sir let's see now it was the apex exporting

company that was it yes sir apex exporting company oh that's on 7th Street yeah

I got it and look great call the police and tell them to get down there right

away yeah I'll meet them there Miss Mitchell yes I received a telegram from my

sister oh yeah yeah come in please come in Step right this way,

this is my office.

Martin Oster, what are you doing here?

Your sister's letters.

You know about them?

Martin, where is my sister?

She'll be released when the envelope containing the letters is delivered.

You?

You sent that wire.

I want your sister's letters.

Oh, yes.

Well, you see, Martin, I turned those over to the FBI.

FBI?

BONOSTA!

Shut up!

Halt!

Halt!

Take her to the boat.

Take care of the watchman.

We'll follow shortly.

BONOSTA, what are you really talking about?

Contact the Cozbad.

We're clearing out.

I don't understand.

This Pam Mitchell was supposed to...

Pam Mitchell is dead.

My letters to her contained incriminating evidence against the fifth column set

up.

I tried to choke the information out of her as to where she kept them,

but she choked too easily.

Then I searched her room,

but her sister came in and I had to make a quick exit.

Now the FBI will be closing in on us.

Get busy.

The Cozbad slips out tonight.

ATW calling K -3X.

ATW calling K -3X.

Come in, K -3X.

K -3X.

K -3X.

K -3X.

K -3X.

Come in, K -2W.

Go ahead.

Stand by for weather report.

Low pressure area moving north.

Region coast tonight.

Display storm signals immediately.

Okay, K -2W.

That's storm warning.

Get crew.

Fire boilers.

Sail tonight.

Sail tonight.

Yeah, I know.

Well, anyways, the men will be glad to hear that.

Oh, yeah, I know, truly.

All right, Tommy, Captain, this is the place.

All right, come on.

What's it all about?

I'm not quite sure of myself yet.

There it is.

Slice, give me that egg.

Just wait for that.

Kind of messed up.

I don't see any dead bodies laying around.

Look, here's a lady's purse.

Initial's SM on it.

Here's Sis, please come at once to the Apex Exporting Company, 4277 Street.

Bring envelope I left in your care, Pam.

That's Sue Mitchell's bag.

Sue Mitchell?

Hey, get a load of this.

Look.

Well, ain't that something.

Code list and everything.

Yeah.

West Coast XL2, Black Falcon, M2X, Horsebit, K3X.

Horsebit?

Horsebit, that's an intern freighter.

See, now things are beginning to add up.

What are you doing?

Just a minute, I want to try something.

This is K2W, K2W calling K3X.

Come in, K3X.

This is K2W, K2W calling K3X.

Come in, K3X.

K3X, come in, K2W.

There's your answer, Captain.

Pam Mitchell was a spy, murdered by the higher -ups in this outfit.

Probably Lourdes Sue Mitchell with this address.

Nine chances out of ten, she's aboard that ship right now.

Why don't you answer the course bed?

No, it's probably a secret code.

We don't want to spoil things.

We've got to hurry, Captain.

I'll call the riot squad.

We might need them.

Call the Coast Guard, too.

We'd better block off that Harvard.

K3X, come in, K2W.

Go ahead, K2W.

Get out of this traffic.

We've got to make time.

It's going to be dark before we get to the docks.

So what?

They try to get that ship out of the harbor.

The Coast Guard will sink them.

But Sue Mitchell may be on that boat.

Oh, stop worrying.

We'll make it all right.

It's dark outside.

Why aren't we underway?

We must set power, my friend.

Full power.

The pressure gauges will tell us when we can start.

The crowd better keep a close watch on number four, Captain.

Yeah, yeah.

I just wanted to see you, but are you still with us, Ms.

Mitzvoh?

This is the outsider's warehouse.

One of ours.

Make it start showing up.

I'll come, sir.

Here.

You tell me.

Now.

Come to me here.

Let me go.

Let me go.

He ain't gonna slug me again.

Take it easy, old timer.

Oh, you.

You're the cops.

Those other guys beat me up.

What other guys?

A couple of roughnecks, Edward.

They were trying to take a girl aboard the boat, and she was struggling,

and when I got up to them...

That was Sue Mitchell.

Come on, boys.

That's a fast press kit.

I'll run this show.

Now, men will go up there easy, and I'll do the talking.

That's my uncle.

I'll try it.

Hey, you two, let that gangplank down.

We're coming aboard.

Yeah.

Yeah, they are good.

They are good.

We go now.

Come on, let that gang break out and we'll come up here.

Please, armed excellence, help the crew hold them off.

We mustn't let them board this ship.

Open the bridge, Senna.

That is ridiculous, my friend.

The bridge is an open target.

I would never reach it alive.

You're the only one that can run this ship.

We must take a chance.

We must now do as I say.

Aye, Lisa?

Close the hatch and lock it.

Devil's holding up that riot squad.

I don't know.

You folks, keep me covered.

I'll try to lower that gang fight.

Come back here!

I'll try to lower that gang fight.

I'll try to lower that gang fight.

I'll try to lower that gang fight.

They're coming aboard.

Perhaps this way we can dive from ship.

Stop that gun!

Quick!

Now I'll get back.

No!

Pat 20 seconds.

He's coming, are you all right?

I'm all right!

Get here!

Aaron's out of bed.

Come on!

You.

That's what Pearl Harvard.

Tokyo saving you for the FBI.

Sue I'm awfully sorry about Pam.

I know Ward.

But it was her life I guess.

The lives of thousands of Americans.

It's better this way I suppose.

That's the only way to look at it.

Ward.

Someone once told me I shouldn't fall in love with you because you had too many

dangerous enemies What do you think Keep your eye on the road