Dangerous Assignment: Vienna Mystery

Weedy's presents Dangerous Assignments. On stage tonight from Hollywood, Dangerous Assignments, another in the Weedy's big parade of exciting half-hour presentations. Dangerous Assignments starring Brian Donlevi as Steve Mitchell. Yeah, danger is my assignment. I get sent to a lot of places I can't even pronounce.

They all spell the same thing, though. Trouble. But when I walk into the Commissioner's office, I don't realize that this assignment is going to involve my trying to hide three divisions of troops behind an empty water glass.

Commissioner, I found him right in the middle of a big deal, as usual. Oh, Steve. Commissioner. I hope it was a square deal. She didn't look square to me. What have you told him so far of?

Only that you wanted him go looking for a woman. I figured that was the best bait I could do. Well, don't tell me it isn't true. know it's true all right but i'm afraid your association with this particular woman won't be a very pleasant one i might have known i have a passport

and good and true okay wrote well what's the deal commissioner diana the other long time since i've danced the straw swells you can leave your bellies slippers homes to his setup with the situation what it is we have to increase our arm strength and all fronts naturally our consulates are kept informed as to propose increases of

strength in their respect to very So? Two days ago a document containing information regarding troop movements in Europe was stolen from our consulate in Vienna. The troops have already embarked and with these unidentified subs around we can't take chances.

I see. Any idea who swiped the document? Yes, a janitor named Joseph Bildner. Well, that doesn't sound so tough, fine-building. We've already found Bildner in an alley in Vienna last night, murdered. I see. Well, that sort of puts a new light on things.

The document wasn't on his personal. before he died he mumbled the name either losh evil osh hey that name rings a bell siren you should say but i have time to go into a background now to fill a book manville ossen can tell you all about her who's also he's with the consulate in

Vienna you'll arrive there early tomorrow evening go to the imperial bar at eight o'clock ossen will be waiting for you why meet in the bar not that i have any objection this investigation has to be kept undercover particularly the part about evil losh ossen will tell you why a steve it over there talk to ossen

find evil lotion most important get those documents back that's it got your assignment good luck dangerous assignment will continue in a moment now here is the week is man frank martin everything of this you wait longer for breakfast than for any other meal of the day from the time you go to bed and you eat breakfast is the longest period there is

between two meals so breakfast has to be good to do the most good for you at a time when you really need food. Which is why I say start breakfast with Wheaties and milk and fruit.

It's a pleasant way to get protein, vitamins, and minerals and just plain whole wheat energy in a hurry without a lot of fuss. Wheaties supply energy when you need energy because there's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties' flake.

Yes, a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties' flake. Your breakfast of champions. See for yourself. Have some. See how Wheaties at 7 can help at 11. Yeah, I've got my assignment. Find the girl named Evil Ocean.

Get a stolen document from her. Ordinarily, there's nothing I like better than to share Shay La Tem. But from what the commissioner has told me, I've got an easy feeling that this is going to be all share Shay and no Tem.

Well, it's Friday evening when I get to Vienna. I check in at the hotel and then head for the imperial bar. Over at a corner table, a guy gives me the nod. I head over there.

You're a Mitchell, aren't you? Yeah. Awesome? That's right. Have a seat. Thanks. Look, the Commissioner's back in the States told me the dude could give me the background on this evil lotion. Well, I can tell you all we know over here at the Consulist, which isn't enough.

Evil lotion was a red-hot Nazi. She was killed in the Berlin Blitz. We thought. Now it looks as she's been very much alive and in hiding all this time and worse yet it looks like she's up her old tricks.

You mean a new Nazi party? No. You know, some of these ex-Nazis have a habit of selling out the highest bidder. I get it. Now, according to what the commissioner told me, this document concerning our troop movements was stolen from your consulate by a janitor named Bildner.

He was found murdered in an alley in the mumble, Evil OSHA's name just before he died. That's right. We believe Eva killed him and has the documents, but of course we've kept all that on the cover.

We don't want Eva to know we know she's alive. Here. This ad I spotted in the afternoon paper. Take a look at it. Right. Alright. Will the cab driver who picked up a woman passenger at the plaza last Tuesday night at 8.30 please come to 37 Burgers stress?

Hey, Tuesday night. That was the night the builder was murdered, wasn't it? Yes, in an alley about half a block from the plaza. This could tie in, all right? 37 Burgistrasset. Okay, I think I'll answer that, Add Olsen.

I'll check with you later. Yes? Are you the one who put that advertisement in the paper this afternoon? Come in. Yes, I'm the one. Goodbye. Froyline. Frow, the newsmanescue. Who are you?

I'm the cab driver you're looking for. Oh? describe this woman you picked up. What? Well, mostly about medium-built dark hair. You're lying. I do not know who you are, but you are not a cab driver. Oh, look. Yeah? You are the one who puts the notice in the paper. Oh, great. I would like to talk to you, please. Just a minute.

I'm the cab driver in question. Who is this man? This man is about to leave. No, I do not I don't think so. Oh, well, come to think of it, you may be right. How come the gun, Buster?

You will stay right here, both of you. You are not kept, either of you. In my case, you are quite right. As for this other man, I do not know who he is. I will find that up presently.

Well, as long as you're going to play guessing games, maybe you wouldn't mind if I start guessing who you are. You do not have to guess, my friend. I will tell you. I am right now, Oscar Sigal loves the police.

The police. Well, that takes a load off my mind. Does it? Yeah. for Frau Manescu here. She seems to be real upset at the news. Frau Manescu? The name seems to mean something to you, Lieutenant. You are not by any chance related to George Manescu. Yes, sir. I'm his wife. But this is completely mystifying. Why would the wife

of George Manescu be implicated in such an unsavory affairs, this? Somebody mind telling me who George Manescu is? What is your interest in this matter? Maybe these credentials will answer that question lieutenant yeah yeah I see they have indeed answered that question habitual now how about filling me in on this George Manescu a local

politician of high character who has worked in close cooperation with your government here I see well in that case from an excuse there is no use holding back anything more I did not want to please brought into this but well here you I am indeed. I must strongly impress upon you the wisdom of making a full explanation at this time.

Yes, sir. Will you see? Ivaloshe is my sister. What? I believed as did the rest of the world that she was dead. I believed that until Tuesday night, when she came here to see me.

What did she want? She said she was in trouble and wanted to hide here. I refused. And then she said, I must help her. In which way? She said that a man was killed, but that she did not do it.

That there was a cab driver who could clear her. She could only find him. So you ran that ad in the paper? I didn't know what else to do. I couldn't go to the police.

I know a damage would be done to my husband's reputation if it were learned. The notorious evil Losch was his wife's sister. I ran the advertisement, hoping it would help clear her. And then if their relationship would be revealed later, at least it would be not quite so bad for my husband.

I see. Well, that all leads us up to the big question. Where's Eva? I do not know. From an escutist, my duty to warn you is that withholding information. I'm telling you the truth. I swear it.

I have no idea where Eva is hiding. She said that she would contact me in a few days, but I'm not her from her. But sisterly love is a wonderful thing. But I hope that you realize, unless we locate Eva in a hurry, there's going to be a lot more damage done than just to your husband's reputation.

Yes, totally love. You think that is what I feel for Eva, as far back as I can remember we've hated each other. My only regret is that she was not killed in Berlin. Then we have your promise that you will communicate with us at once if she contacts you again.

Yes, yes at once. As opposed to sure, gentlemen, it will be a happy day for me when I can turn my dear sister of our to you the well it sounds like quite a surprise party run into last night michu yeah it was open and of course the biggest surprise was finding out that

mrs minuscio is evil oscis incidentally what information have you got on the minuscule well he seems to be our white hope and local politics around here right now he's very pro united states to the background georgians wife to me separately were anti-Nazi right from the start which must admit a little tough on them in germany yeah i can imagine

I believe they were married just before the fall of Berlin managed to get out of the country. Would you like to meet George Menesquim at you? Yeah, what? Can you arrange it? I'm playing golf with him in an hour.

Why don't you come along? It's a deal, let's go. At last shot of yours was a honey mister Menesquim. Looks like you're only about two feet from the pin. Well, thank you, Mr. Miesour. But I wish you to know that from now on I believe nothing you say.

Oh, when the three of us started this game, you were full of apologies about your bad girl. We are now approaching the seventh dream and you are so so over par. I guess I'll admit to him, expose you to the apologies before he makes it better.

You can't blame a guy for trying to get good odds. Indeed you cannot. Well, here we are, gentlemen. I must say this is the part of Golf I enjoy the most. Pudding? Yes. Well, it's the part of the game that pays off.

Perhaps it is because putting is so helpful to me. How solo is here? But I practice it constantly, even when I'm at home. Particularly when I'm thinking about something, putting relaxes me helps me to see you clearly.

Mr. O'Chun, I believe you are way, your thought. Oh, so live. Downhill, but too. That's the kind I don't like. Well, in your case, practice your pays off, Mr. Menesky. Your putting is very sharp.

Thank you. Too bad, O'Chun. Rem the couple on you, huh? Yeah. It is me, there's six. That looks like I'm next. Mm. A little right to the right, it looks like. Not quite as not to the rule.

Thanks for the tip. Nice, but... I had good advice. Maybe you can return it sometime. I'm glad to, except I don't think you'll need any on this part of yours. It can't be more than two feet.

I need this for my power. This is a lot more pleasant way to spend time than roosting behind a desk. Yeah, but it isn't helping us find evil lotion. May I'm sorry, Mr. Menescu. I didn't realize you were set to putter. I would have kept still.

Ooh, that's quite all right, Mr. Menescu. Your voice did not bother me. I don't know what been wrong. Oh, it looked like you tightened up all of a sudden. Yes, yes. Well, it is no matter. It comes next to you right over there.

I'm really sorry about that, Menescu. Ooh, but I assure you, I was not even aware you were talking, Mr. Menescu. But life of me, I can't understand why I should miss a two-foot part. But that is what makes the game of Gopso unbreaky two-foot, I suppose.

I think they call it the human element. Yeah, I think they do. Yeah, let's see. I believe you're still up, Unesquieu. Oh, yeah, yeah. You know, Steve, it seems to me that you raised your voice a little when you mentioned the name Evil Loosh.

Did I... Wait, we mustn't rattle Unesquieu anymore. He's ready to drive. Oh, me zero. Yeah, quite a slice. I must have cut across the ball. Gentlemen, I hate to say this, but I seem to have a headache.

I wonder if perhaps you would excuse me from continuing with our match. Sure, matter of fact, I've had enough. How about you, Olsen? Sure, anytime. We will cut back towards the clubhouse through this grove of trees.

Please, please, I don't want to spoil your game. Why don't the two of you continue? Nah, I know. It seems to be getting a little too warm for comfort, anyway. Ozzun! Mitchell, it's been shot right through the head.

Quick, Monescio. Let's get into that grove of trees. I think it's a little safer there. But where did the shot come from? No, here, in here. It was from a rifle, which means the sniper could be behind 100 different trees and bushes on the golf course.

But I do not understand why anyone would want to kill Ozzun. He had no enemies. That's what I was thinking, Monescio. And it gives rise to a few assorted interesting thoughts. What do you mean?

Maybe that bullet was meant for somebody else. Somebody else? You mean yourself? Yeah, maybe me. Or maybe you, meniscu... Steve Mitchell will continue his dangerous assignment in just a moment. Folks, I'd like to have you meet a good friend of mine and a prominent member of a fine little organization known as the Chicago White Sox.

Mr. Lucius Benjamin Aplic. Ooh, yeah, don't say it like that. Whoever heard of a ball player named Lucius. I went around calling you Paul Edward Prentice. Let's just make it in Luke, huh? Alright, Luke. Say just how long have you been with the White Sox?

Over twenty years, Ed. Golly, I played in darn near 2500 games. Then it bad almost nine thousand times, man. I'm from way back. Well, Luke, you don't look it. How do you keep up the pace anyway? Well, Ed, I sleep good. I eat good. I eat mighty good.

Beat is about four mornings a week. Those little old flakes put a lot of snap even in the an old town like me must be because they're hundred percent whole wheat. I sure like wheaties and milk and fruit. You know, Luke, that's exactly what I hear from a lot of ball players and plenty of other people too. Now, why don't they call Wheaties the breakfast of champion?

Thank you, Ed Bredes and Luke Apling. And as for a breakfast of champions, friends. Sure, they're for men who go to bat for a living, but confidentially they're for us too. You and me. We need whole wheat energy same as the champions who play ball for their paychecks.

Don't forget your own breakfast of champions. Wheaties get yours. Now back to Dangerous Assignment and Steve Mitchell. I'm Mitchell. I have been expecting you. You uncovered anything new Lieutenant Siegel? Did I have? You told me that when you mentioned the name Evelosh, on the golf course earlier today, Manescue reacted physically. That's right. I dangled a little bait under his nose,

and he snapped at it like an undernourished barracuda. Of course, to be fair to the guy, he probably knows that his wife is either sister. It could have been that. I am positive it was much more than that. I have done a considerable amount of investigation into Manescue's background, and I am sure it would be of interest to you to learn that in the old Nazi days in Germany,

Manescue and Eva Lochwa shall we say extremely friendly. Oh yeah, that kind of puts a different light on things. Indeed it does. After Eva's death Manescue married her sister Denny's and made his escape from Germany with her. And now Eva's popped up again. You know, that gives rise to an interesting possibility.

Yeah, it's the possibility that Manescue has been seeing Eva again and knows where she is. Which means he either has those documents or knows where they are. I've got to hand it to him for the big act he's been putting on about being such a friend of the United States.

If our suspicions are men's cue are correct, one cannot help feeling sorry for his wife though. Yeah, it must be a pretty rough spot for Denise if she has any idea what's going on. Excuse me, please.

Leonard Zegal speaking. May I speak to Mr Mitchell? Yeah, one moment please. It's for you, Mitchell. It's a lady in question. Oh. Hello? This is Denise Meneschio, Mr. Mitrud. Something has come up. I must see it once.

Okay, I'll be there in about fifteen minutes. Well, it could be that Denise is starting to smell a rat, Lieutenant. I'd better get over there and see if it's the same rat. I think it is.

So, I head to the Neschio's house. Meneschio with a preoccupied look and a putter in his hand, let's say in the front door. Then he disappears into his study. Denise is waiting for me in the living room.

Thanks, very much for coming, Mr. Mitrud. Oh, sure. You said something had come up, Denise? Yes, first let me ask you, did you say anything to my husband when he let you in the front door?

No, he looked like he was in another world. Yes, he seems to be worried about something. I'm afraid I know what it is. You think maybe he's been seeing evil oscillating? Yes, I think he has.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry too. My sister died, I thought that part of his life was over. It is not a very pleasant thing to realize that you have been married on the rebound, Mr. Mitchell.

I told you that... What's the matter? Steve. There is someone on the roof of the house next door. What? Well, this was, so me watching it disappear. Come on. Here, we can go out through these French doors.

Oh, we're in sight. Did you recognize them? Oh, I could see, it was a trench coat, a slouched hat and a gun. Look, you stay here, I'll circle around this house and try to climb up and nab him.

I circle around the house next door, and I spot some vines running up the wall. I start climbing, but ten feet from the ground I hear a sound that stops me cold. I drop to the ground, run back to Manesquis's house.

The study window is shattered and in front of its stands, Denise staring inside. That's disturbing. Denise, what happened? Denise! Too late! I tried to warn him! Who? Look! He's a window! An rescue! On the floor!

Tell me what happened, Denise. After you went around to the other side of that house, the person came back to the edge of the roof. That the door to the study? Yes. Come on. Suddenly I knew what was going to happen.

I started running to the study window to one my husband, but then the shot. Here we are. Well, it ended the top of his head. Must have come from the roof all right. Wait a minute.

water glass doing on the floor. But I don't know. He must have knocked it over as he fell. The man who shot him was probably a few blocks away by now. Steve, Steve, I don't think it was a man.

What do you mean? You told me before the shot that he was wearing a trench coat and a slouch hat. Yes, but just before the shot, I got a quick look at the face. A woman?

I think it was my sister either. A most perplexing case, Mitchell. First the janitor Joseph Fieldner murdered. Second the American also murdered. Third George Manescue murdered. But at least we know who's behind it all, Eva Loge.

So the big problem is finding her in those documents, Lieutenant. You know, there's one thing I don't get. Why is Eva hanging around town if she already has those documents? Rachel, have you considered the possibility that Manescue might have been shot by his wife, Danny?

Sure I've considered it. She had a motive too. He knew her husband had been seeing Eva, but it's just one little item that sorta knocks that theory into a cock's hat. Yeah, unfortunately you arise.

You are referring, of course, to the angle at which the bullet entered Manes-Touté. Yeah, from the top of his head down. Which would indicate that the bullet was fired from some distance above him. That his wife was out on the terrace at the time, slowly below him.

As a matter of fact below. All of which brings us back to our friend, Eva. Sousit, please. Are you a light entrant, Ségal, or the police? Yeah. Then perhaps you would be good enough to tell me what this is all about.

Perhaps you would be good enough to tell me your name and what is all about. Excuse. I'm Anton. I drive Texica. So? So today in newspaper stands an advertisement? Wait a minute. You mean the one about the cab driver who picked up a woman at the plaza last Tuesday night?

Yeah, you put it in? No, no. Go on. I answer the ad. I go to the address. There is policeman there. And over in one corner a woman sitting with her head in her hands crying.

That'd be Denise. So I tell policemen that I picked up a woman last Tuesday night. Probably Eva Los. I did not know her name. I picked her up in she blossom and she stayed in my cab only two blocks.

She kept looking back over her shoulder and then she made me pretty sure she curved and got out. All this I tell policemen. He takes the night and tells me to come over here to imperial bar and report to you.

Very well. Thank you for your information. You make all that. Go, he says. Still nobody tells me what this is all about. Well, that was a big bunch of nothing. Mitchell, this case is giving me a headache.

Murders, stolen documents, political intrigue. And every time we think we have a freshly-dissapeers into thin air, poof! Hey, hey, what? Here, how it would appear my gestures are little too much. Wait a minute. Hey, wait a minute.

What's the matter? Look, Siegel, you knocked the glass off the table just now and it broke. This is not a very profound observation, did you? I found a glass lying on its side and Menesco's study after he got shot, and that glass wasn't broken.

Yep, the table there is about the same height as the table here. What are you getting at? Menesco's glass wasn't knocked off the table, it was placed on the floor. So? So we've been a couple of prized jug hits.

I still do not understand what... The whole thing has just fallen into place, Lieutenant. There's just one big thing wrong right now. What do you mean? I mean, we could be just about five minutes too late.

Mitchell, there's the cab driver's house just ahead. Okay, let's stop here, Lieutenant. He'll circle around to the back of the house. He probably keeps his cab there. Mitchell, I still do not understand why this taxi cab is suddenly so important to us.

Look, remember what that cab driver said? When he picked up Eva after she'd killed that janitor, she only stayed in this cab a few minutes. Then got out. Yeah, yeah, she hits the documents there. That is why she had done his puts that add in the paper.

She wanted to find that taxi cab, right? That's right, wait. Yeah, there's a cabin that little lean-to back of the house. Okay, let's take it as quiet as we can now. Richard, if like someone who sees that cab.

Yeah, that doesn't really surprise me. Come on. Found those documents yet? Dennis managed you. No, even Los Chletonum. It's one and the same person's plan. No, that's a lie. Say that either. The real Denise got killed in the Berlin Blitz, didn't she?

No. You figured it'd be a neat scheme if people thought it was you who were killed. You posed as Denise, married Manascu and got out of time. I saw all of them lies. I guess Manascu was the right guy after all.

He probably figured you'd reform when he found out that you hadn't. You were afraid he'd expose you. You tried for him once on the golf course and got old son instead. Then you rigged this little scheme for my benefit at your house this afternoon.

And killed him. Watch out. Yeah, I see the gun. You're rain isn't as hot as it was, even. Drop it. That's better. And thanks for giving us the one piece of evidence we needed. This gun of yours.

If I will get you ten we can prove that the slug that killed your husband came from this gun. Will you? I will kill you. Ah, temper, temper. Uh, Mitchell. Yeah. This is all very nice, but there's one thing that we may have difficulty improving.

What's that? The angle of elevation of the bullet that killed Manesquil. That's right. How could it have been fired by Eva here, who was standing on the ground outside the window? You see? That brings us back to the empty water glass, which was lying on its side on the floor in Manesquil's study.

I should have figured it sooner. Figured what? Look, when Manesco let me in the front door, he had a putter in his hand. He'd already told me that he practiced putting it home whenever he had a problem.

And along about then he had a big problem, what to do about Eva? Putting? Yeah. How do you go about putting a golf ball, Lieutenant? Well, why, one takes the club in his hand, bends over the ball and...

You can stop right there. That's what Manesco was doing. That's why the bullet ended the top of his head, right, Eva? I have nothing to say. You don't have to. You know, you never want to underestimate anybody's golf game either.

You probably thought your husband's putting practice was a big joke. Well, maybe you were right. Yeah, I guess you could call it a joke. A real funny one. It'll kill you. Well, we certainly enjoyed that assignment, Brian.

Your usual sterling performance. Thank you, Frank. I had an extra bowl full of Wheaties this morning. Maybe that hell. I'm sure it did, Brian. But seriously, you know, Wheaties can make a difference. Oh, I agree.

Less of a let down. Oh, more of the old up and Adam. That's right, but I have something to confess, Frank. You have what? The real reason I eat Wheaties is I like them. Well, good for you, best reason in the world.

It's fine, the whole wheat, vitamins, and minerals, and proteins in Wheaties. But it's just the plain goodness you go for, huh? That's right, Frank. Ladies and gentlemen, you have heard the words of an honest man.

Get your Wheaties tomorrow. Work better all morning for it. for it but most of all eat them because you like them right Brian Donlevy right Frank good night dangerous assignment starring Brian Donlevy as Steve Mitchell is written by Bob Wright with music by Basil Adlam inducted by Ralph Callumbeck and is produced and directed by Bill Carn join us again next Wednesday when Brian

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