Insurance And Wrecked Cars

The day for drive. Made it Edward.

Yeah, sure is relaxing. I can't never understand people going fast in cars though. Because the mountain road like this one, it gives anybody trouble. Even when they're driving slow like us. Yeah. And they're the car going even slower.

Yeah, so good. Well, there's a smart fella driving. That's a real jalopy, isn't it? Yeah, it's pretty old. I'll give him plenty of room. But... Mother! Oh, there. That's it. I'll wait off the rod.

We never even touched him. He must have lost control. Look, Mother. The driver jumped out. He didn't go over with his car. Thanks, Bob. Thanks for that. I'm coming over here. Maybe we can give him a lift.

Hello, there you are. Hi. Well, you sure had an error escape, stranger. What happened? The brakes go bad on you? Mr. and Mrs. Mills and you two just ran my car off the road. How do you know our names?

What do you mean we run your car off the road? We never come close to you. Yeah, that's your story. It's a true. Mine is that you ran it off the road. And brother, I'm not insured.

What you trying to do? Oh, nothing much, Mrs. Mills. Just trying to make you and your husband the president of $500. That's all. That's all. Now on to Dick Palmer as Boston Blackie, enemy to those who make him an enemy, friend, to those who have no friend.

Oh, you don't get it, huh? Well, you're insured, aren't you? Well, we... Never mind, never mind. I know you're unchecked. Oh, I don't... Now look, all you gotta do is tell your insurance company you ran my car over the cliff and into the ravine.