Calling All Cars: A Thousand Pieces of Paper

Far out to Ben-Torta Boulevard, on the roads and signs and sis-coats of Los Angeles, we find the operator of a roadside service station, planning on his radio, to tune in, calling all cars. At the Tugga warming up, they produce patrol car laws and administration.

Oh, Ed. Hey, fill it up with a real grandi crack gasoline. I'm gonna meet all the speed we can get tonight. Well, here comes the right place. Real grandi crack gasoline to give you all the speed you need and more to spare.

You're telling me? The city of Chemist knows. He's analyzed every gasoline on the market and he specifies real Grandi crack gasoline for belief cars. And come to think of it, he specifies real Grandi crack gasoline for fire engines.

Ambulance is motorcycles too. So I guess it must be the speediest gasoline or the city wouldn't tell us to use it. Hey, this tetraethyl is something to do with cracksters. Speed hasn't it? Yeah, I had, uh, what is the dope on tetraethyl?

Well, real grandi tells me that tetraethyl keeps you motocooler. You know, when you're getting all that extra speed and power out of Rio, Grandi, you need some dope there. For the keep your engine from getting too hot and clean on you.

Hey, uh, speaking of dope, Ed, do us a favor, will you? Sure, what is it? We're looking for a gang of dope smugglers. If you see any cars coming through here from the North tonight with Chinese in them, making those license numbers, will you?

Sure, be glad to. Hey, look, here comes a car now. Let's play detective. Hey, boy, your boy! It sure is good to get out and stretch the legs. Yes, that is. There it is, yeah.

Add to long drive from the San Francisco to Los Angeles in one day. I'll send you some good gasoline to get you there faster. You mean Rio Grande Cracked? Well, what do you suppose that drove in here for?

That's the kind I've been using all the way from San Francisco. And believe me, boy, you're selling good gasoline. I'm getting better mileage than I ever got before. Oh, see, by the way, what time is it?

Time? 8.30. Have you got a radio here? I don't want to miss that calling all cars, for the real grandi people put on, in thinking about it all day, while I've been enjoying this police car performance they talk about.

Hey, that's right, you know, that silk case that chit with us on tonight. Hey, what do you say, Bill? We can watch the road from here. Then we can all listen. Okay. Right, this way, gentlemen.

Sit down. I'll turn it on loud. Calling all cars, the presentation of the real grandi oil company. What's the most police calling all cars, the attention of all cars, broadcast 51. An narcotic ring is operating out of a Chinese restaurant in Hollywood.

Watch out for suspects. That's all. Throw us in quick. Ladies and gentlemen, it is our great pleasure again to introduce Captain Eddie Chippewood, head of the narcotic squad of the Los Angeles Police Department. Captain Chippewood.

Good evening. Chief Davis has gone into the files in my detail for the material for tonight's grandmas' days. The work of a man on the narcotic squad is especially hazardous, where they are called upon constant deals with criminals who not only are naturally desperate, but very often are stimulated to an unmanageable degree by drugs.

The type of man who stoops to lowest the traffic in human misery and grow rich on the weaknesses of others could not be expected to stop a mirror murder. An interesting thing about narcotic cases is the possibility of discovering an international ring for a single arrest at a point of sale.

The worldwide operation of dope peddlers makes necessary constant cooperation between municipal, state, and federal officers, such as the case in tonight's story. Our logical operations began the untangling of a wed witch, stretched across the continent, all the way to Europe, but I'm getting ahead of the story. We'll let the actors tell that.

Early last spring, information comes to the narcotic detail of the Los Angeles Police Department that dope is being settled from a chop to a restaurant in Hollywood to a high-classly entail. Captain Chip Wood places a careful stake on the plate, and for weeks, officers in pride and outside of the restaurant become acquainted with the movement of the habituate

the result. As the days go by, the officers interest centers on a well-known actor, son of a world famous woman. Out of deference to this prominent woman, we will refer to her unfortunate son as Mr. X. The officers permit Mr. X to make a purchase of narcotics from Fong, a Chinese connected with the establishment, and then after the young man has left the place,

Chipwood and his men follow him to his home. As he is about to enter the house, Chipwood stepped out of the shadows in front of him. I beg your pardon, Mr. Rex, you're under arrest.

Under arrest, sir. What for? A version of narcotics. But put to must be some distinct. Rest, game boys. Well, look here. This is an outrage. Do you realize who I am? Well, have you thought of the force, though?

Here's his captain. He'd have stopped away, kind of best popular. Now, you'd better quiet down, Mr. Rex. If he were mighty certain of what we're doing before we make an arrest of this sort, and I'd come along.

What are you going to do to me? Lock you up. But you can't do that. You mustn't do it. It would ruin me. It would kill my mother. You should have thought of that before you started playing around with this stuff.

Listen, you must realize I'm on Main Street Heights. Sure, I've got to have it. I don't do anyone any harm. I know criminal. You're a law-breaker. Yes, but there must be some other way. Think of my mother.

There might be another way. What? What is it? Tell me. Can I trust you? Of course you can. You know you're in a tough spot, Mr. X. I know that. I can send you up.

I know that too. But in my business, I'm interested in more than the confiscation of the result of a single sale. I'm after the mob that's peddling this stuff. Where did you get this from?

From song. It's the way to do that. We know that. But who did he get it from? I don't know. You sure you don't. Positive. Can you help us find out? Well, I don't know.

That is, now they're only way out. I'll arrange with Fong for another purchase. If you play Square with us, I promise you we won't press charges against you. Well, you don't give me that choice.

You have an alternative, you can go to jail. No, no, I can't do that. Oh, well, be in my office tomorrow morning at 10 o'clock, and I'll have the marked money ready for you. Contact Fong tomorrow afternoon and tellin' you one another ounce.

We'll do the rest. Hello, Fong. Are you today? Oh, very well, and how are you? And, okay. And maybe you're eatin' out? Oh, I don't know, huh? I'm very hungry. Just a small little chapsy.

Yes, sir. You had pleasant sleep last night? Yes, yes, fine. And fun. Yes, sir. I want some more. Some more sleeping, brother? Yes. Well, you have used all you have already? Well, not exactly. But you see, I'm going north for a couple of weeks.

I need a supply. Well, well, I get some more for you about same amount. Yes, same amount. Well, it will take some time. I must arrange things. Yes, yes, I understand that. But when we have it, maybe so. Good.

Look at my house tonight. Employing state narcotic officers as well as his own men, Chipwood tails the Chinese from the restaurant to a Hollywood apartment where Fong contacts one Peter Benson. While one pair of officers continues to tail Fong, another follows Benson who drives Alfredio Boulevard to the home of Max Weber in Belvedere.

Here Benson procures a package. Permitting Benson to return to Fong under the unseen convoy of a group of officers, Ted Wood takes Weber into custody. In his place, officers discover a large quantity of narcotics, and on Weber's person a portion of the marked money. Weber is escorted to headquarters in Officer Robinson's private car. While other officers are arresting Benson as soon as he

turns over the narcotics to form. And arresting phone at the moment that he gives the dope to Mr. X. In his office, Captain Chipwood and a brother officer are discussing their great good luck as they await Officer Robinson's return from Lincoln Heights, jail, where he has gone to book the business.

Well Ed, not a bad night's work. No, it should say not. We're not going to that mob like Duckby. That's the way it goes. You put in weeks getting information and laying the trap and then it's all over in a single night.

It is the neat planting on this job, Chitwood. We've got marked money on every one of those guys. That's part way due to their own stupidity. You know, they're so over-courses that they'll push over for a smart company.

Yeah, right. And when you knock them over, you get them all. Oh, but this is one of the biggest armfits in town. Oh, no question about it. and it looks like we got them all from what are the big shot on top or his robinson at land they were the devil you'll be a part of that time to change it myself

into the looking thing i did or what do you mean i'll take a look at these who what is it or i can see is about a thousand pieces of paper that's right but get this i found these stuff down between the questions and the rare seat when i put it up to get my jack

what are they they were stuck behind the seat where where were sitting Oh, I see. Hey, how good are you at jigsaw puzzle? Well, I don't know, but I think we got a full match work ahead of us and pieceing these things together.

Now, let's get started then. Robinson is right. All night the officers bend over a thousand feet of the paper, piecing them together, pasting a bit onto a piece of cardboard. There is no pretty color designed to lead the players in this jigsaw puzzle.

Only a few scald lines of writing. Grey Dawn filters to the smoke-filled room, dissipating the electric lights, bearing beams before the free officers, their eyes sunken in bloodshot, straighten up on their task. Ah, that's finished.

Yeah, let me see now. It looks to me like Salvatore Mancuso, 817 Flatbush, Everno, Brooklyn. Yeah, that's right. Now the question is, who's he? Well, obviously, someone connected with Weber's outfit, or Weber wouldn't be in such a hurry to destroy the address.

Yes, well, maybe Weber's connected with Man Cuso's outfit. What do you mean? We may have stumbled onto something bigger than we thought. Oh, Ed, have you looked over that stuff for sold, Mr. X? Yes, why?

Where's it comes from? It looks like French might have acted to me. Yeah, but tell me where this is, Ed. You figure this man Cuso is the big importer? Right. Hey Ed, will you get the bladder with Weber's signature on it?

Okay. What are you going to do now? I'm going to turn this over to the Federal. We'll write a note now to man Cuso in Weber's handwriting, introducing a pallet. And the pallet will be a Federal man?

Right. And while Katenchit would have been running down the narcotic ring in Los Angeles, a sailor aboard a French miner unsuspecting it begins his role in this strange-than-fiction story. The steamship-sam plane is one day out of New York City.

The early spring crossing has been uneventful. The bobs of the Newfoundland bank lie behind. And now the vessel skims through a lake-like calm, and the temperature sores as she causes the Gulf Stream. The more morning Ambrose Lightship will be passed, and tomorrow evening, Guillaume Rosanne, The first-class team will once more stand on Broadway.

His broad button face a gape at the light, and he's gonna custom the ears, dinnin' with the noise, and his hobbed beading a little faster with lonenas for his pretty little wife back at the hob.

But this morning, there is no time for thought to marine, or there is work to be done. And over the third officer has seen him daydreaming, and is shouting at him. A good liar! It was the idea of Robert that's had!

At that peak of an officer, one can never please him. Tell to our movie one must work. It is the same anywhere. Oh, put it. Let us get this ventilator. Alright, I need that kind of pen.

What's that, is you? Me? I am terrible, you see. I think I shall quit next to it. Quit? Then what will you do? Oh, get a little pound for Marie and me. Or actually give me potatoes all for?

I have been saying the same thing for 15 years, movie. But I never left the sea. You know, I'm into those thoughts. I want to... ...me a lord. God, look at this. It's too sea.

I'll pass you to the university later on. Well, what could that be? Rinsley Park. It's... ...smell funny. Better turn it to the terrace of his self. And have you been blamed me for it? We said it. If the coppers did not work.

I believe that so that one would blame me for moving the North Star. Well, what are you going to do with this? Just this. Causing. You... you shouldn't have done that. You shouldn't have thought of a boat.

Why not? It might have condensed something valuable. Maybe time-dram. Do people leave dhammons and ventilators? The next afternoon, after the passengers have all left the ship, Rion Rosanne dressed in his land-those, walked down the cruise gang plane.

On the pier, he is met by a stranger. Oh she would have tried that. Do you update my parking lot here and Rochester woman? Yes, definitely. Then she would visit me later. Still one. And then she will, yes, aye?

Then she will show up all over the place soon. Then I miles Detroit Ah�. Are you ready, please? Everyone call us! I am running away. I still may hear the of I. Did you see her ?

Read? Now please. For OK da voili. A Lieutenant, please. What is it that you want? What if I don't? I told you. One shot up. Come on, Nomenic. Let's get this guy out of here.

Right. The astonished and frightened sailor has pushed through New York Street to a flat in Brooklyn. His hands bound behind his back. He has hurled into a chair and questioned by his water capture. He was working on the hurricane deck of the Champlain yesterday.

Wasn't he? Yes, sir. He was painting ventilators, wasn't he? Yes, sir. Did you find anything in one of them ventilators? No. Hold his hand open, Nomenic. Good. Now, hand me that cigarette. There! Oh, look!

Oh! Sam, get in the heat, are you, Frency? All right, then, come clean. Did you find anything in the ventilator? Me? Maybe. Yes. Apakash, it was disinfectant, I think. Disinfectant, huh? Yeah, that's right. That's what it was.

What'd you do with it? Hey, it threw it over the floor. You what? Are you dirty? I had a minute black here. Wicker than anything, you bought him up. Maybe he's lying. Oh, all right.

Was it yours and she had this little package? Yes, it was ours, and it was not as effective, but more seen. 40,000 French world. I don't mean to. Now I want to prove to you.

What did you do with it? If you want to live, you'd better tell what you did with that. I was lying before. I sold it. You sold it. How much did you get for it?

Over 3,000 dollars. That'd be about right. Where's the money? I have it not. Listen, I'm losing patience with you. How would you like to stick a red in one of your eyes? No, no, no, no. Do not do that.

Please talk and talk fast. talk fast where's the money I said it to my wife my wife in front I look here I would you like to spend the rest of your life I did a chair you get that go back from France maybe I will try you better stop right now here at the pen and some paper

I'm going on fast in your hand you're right a letter to your wife telling her to send that money back to you right away don't tell her you've been here or anything else yourself to send back a doe but oh they'll find your corpse right Now pass Staten Island some night Hearing for his life unfortunate the arm Rosanne writes the letter to his wife demanding her to return the non-existent

$3,000 Our Rosanne's letter is en route to France a federal officer betting chitwood sports letter of introduction from the head of the Los Angeles narcotic ring calls it the Flatbush Avenue address which he discovers is the office of the two world importing company yes, sir What can I do for you?

I have a letter to Salvador Mancuso, is he in? I'm a Salvador Mancuso. Here's the letter. So you're a friend of Max Webb, huh? Right. Come into the office here, but we won't be disturbed.

Sit down. Tell me, how is Maxey? Well, he's fine. Doing lots of business out on the coast. Yeah, Max is a good boy. It tells me in this letter that you want to take over the territory, and that's right.

My home's up in Scranton. I want to handle your stuff through that district. through that district you ought to do some good business among those coal miners that's what i think that's only what it gets started justice as i can how much much of i said you prepared to tell me any amount

you don't hold it already keep it here uh... this office is just a blind stuff over the apartment well i'd like to begin easy say about five grand okay when can i get it right now if you want i got some people i want to see today but i want to get the eight forty five

for scrun tonight suppose I pick it up just before I get the train say a little past seven all right where do I get it 62 Kingsland Avenue 62 Kingsland Avenue I'll be there with bells on shortly after seven o'clock the federal agent appears at the flat on Kingsland Avenue oh good evening all set to get your train

just about you got the stuff yeah you got the money right here five grand I can't even count it. It looks right to me. Here's your package. Thanks. Now you can stick up your hand.

Dominic, it's all right. Shut up and reach for the saving. The boys at the back will take care of Dominek. I'll hold it. Save your breath. We got you with all the evidence we need and you know it.

If it's any encouragement to you, your friend Max Weber was pinched in Los Angeles 10 days ago. Federal Raiders confiscate $75,000 worth of narcotics in Mancuso's flat. The dope smuggler is released on a $20,000 bail.

But about the same time as a very puzzled young French woman calls upon the preparee of police in L'Hav. Bonjour, madame. What can I do for you? Oh, you know, Plisé. I appear in L'Hélle for my husband.

It is very strange. Let me see. M'Acherry, Mary. Please send back to me forty thousand Frank I sent you. Adwested to me, care of the two worlds and brought in company. Eight seventeen flat-boosh avenue, Berkeley, New York.

It is unique, Jion. Well, Madam, what is so strange about that? Send the 40,000 francs and get on with it. What must you look for? He has not sent me any money. I don't know what he means.

He must be in some trouble. Does your husband not then get into trouble, Madam? Oh, no, no. Not Jion. He is a good man, but that America, offering things up on there. Maybe this is one of those, uh, community stories, or kidnapping.

When does your husband both get in? Uh, they occur tomorrow. Well, if he does not arrive on his boat, then we can be sure he is in danger. What then? What will you do? Then we have an international incident on our hands.

I will turn this information over to the Siorte, and it will at once not be fired in New York Police! While Marie anxiously awaits the arrival of the steamships, uh, Champlain, Her suffering husband is being questioned once more by man Cuso.

Now look here, Frenchie. Why haven't we got that money yet? There has not been time. It takes time for a buck boat to cross the ocean. I believe your line of me, Frenchie. Me, you saw my letter, you mailed it, you're scared?

Yeah, but how do I know you're old lady or senator, though? I am assured to you. I made it up. I want the truth of you, Frenchie. Pull off his shoes, Dominic. Okay. Ah, I made those matches. All his feet up.

And how does this feel, Frenchie? You're a real friend. Oh! Yeah, I'm not for you. Now, friend, see, I want the truth. What did you do with that package? I told you. I told you.

I sent the money to my wife. Oh, I come in the truth. Ma'am, would you have a great day? You're not very very good. You're not very good. You're not very good. No amount of torture can sway Roseanne from his story.

Or he is convinced that his captors will surely murder him. If they discover the real truth. A few days later, quite by accident, the federal officer who had arrested Mancuso drops into the office of the inspector of the missing person's detail.

Just as the inspector is having a laugh. He has one for you Harry, some French sailor jumpship over here, and he rates his wife for a lot of dough, and the old lady takes her to the pep of your poor lease, and know they're writing us.

I suppose they expect us to turn the hall in the York Police Department, the hunt for one missing mariner. Probably got tired of the old lady and got himself a noosery on this side. Here he is, here he is, leather, and it's a panic.

Hey, Tim, this looks like something to me. Yeah, how come? Well, this guy rose. his wife to send the money to the two worlds importing company on Flatbush Avenue. Where to that? Plenty. That's the blind that Mancuso used for his not-cotic operations.

You know this letter might be a ransom note. That don't look like any ransom note I ever seen. Now that I got a hundred is, and if it is, I've got Mr. Mancuso right where I want him.

If I can pin kidnapping on him, I'll put that baby away for life. During his freedom on bail, Mancuso has been constantly shadowed by federal officers and each of his several hideouts is known. Robert Primrose, the federal agent, orders his men to make simultaneous raids early the following morning. Primrose himself leaves his men to the Kingsland Avenue flat, from

which he had taken Mancuso a few days previously. Everyone posted? Yeah. Here we go then. Who's there? Officer Primrose, I want to talk to you. I've come around so far, I've gone up there. You want me to break this door in? I cannot get his rent. Alright boys, let's break it down.

How was he? Alright, now what do you want? I don't know yet, but I'm gonna find out. Keep your I'm saying all right. Hey, I'm sorry. I'm you you better get some clothes on. Get off in the front room.

The place is pinched. Here I am. But who are you? I'm the federal officer. You're a resident, I suppose. A federal officer. All that I'm free. Free. But how did you ever find me? Your wife took your letter to the police and they notified me.

I know she would do it. I knew she would do it. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Don't get excited. I've got to cut these ropes for you. You know what I do. No, what?

I am true with this. I go back to the Arab and take my Marie out on the little farm. I never want to see your Italian. I am going on. And to New York. Some nuts.

Weber, Benjamin Fong, the Los Angeles members of the International Narcotic Ring were all sentenced to 11 worth for terms to cry below.

and his wife, Dominic, and Dominic, are at present awaiting federal trial and charges of violating the Lindbergh anti-kidnap law. It is to be hoped that they will receive life sentences under law, but even if they should receive shorter terms and are caught at charges against them, assure us that they will be out of the way of society for some years to come.

Thank you, Captain Chitwood. And now let's go back to that highway service station. service station. Hey our friend Chip would certainly start or something. I guess we better get back on the job Jim and make heroes out of ourselves too. Okay Bill.

So long and long. Look at him pick up speed. Police cars really do use rear grandi crank gasoline. I thought it was just one of those advertising. No sir. Why were ever real grandi crack gasoline to solve more police cars here than any other brand. I wonder who I am. Well you found out today didn't you? That

That cracking process makes Rio Grande gasoline work wonders in your moorer. You get more speed and you get more power. Well you yourself said that you get more mileage. For example, you remember how that dope pedal on the program we just heard tore a piece of paper into a thousand bits?

Yes. Well that's what Rio Grande's cracking process does. It tears the crude oil apart and tears every drop to pieces. It releases millions of elements of energy that go to waste in uncrack gasoline. Wait a minute, wait a minute.

I'm sold. I've been using Rio Grande Crac-Garcadine ever since that radio program, calling all cars older to me. But I do need some oil. I've got a canned oil here made by the same people who control the Rio Grande Oil Company.

Wait a minute. Here it is. Sinclair Opeline Motor Oil. See the dinosaur on the can? You've seen Sinclair's advertising about the dinosaurs who lived 80 million years ago, and this oil was first beginning to mellow.

Well, any oil that's 80 million years old costs too much. Give me a 25 cent oil. Now this is it. Sinclair Oakley. Only 25 cents a can for a court can. Now you can't beat that.

Oh, who? Well, then give me a can of Sinclair Oil. That's a good buy. Yes, I'll get all my oil as well as my gas at Rio Grande stations from now on. What's on this, please? Calling all cars, attention all cars.

Cancellation broadcast 51 regarding a narcotic ring in Hollywood. Suspects in this case are now all in custody. That's all. Those who are calling all cars is written and produced by William N. Robeson. This is Frederick Lindsley speaking for the Rio Grande Oil Company.