Destination - Dead End

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If your life's going into a tailspin on the odds or against your call on me, George Valentine. Right full of tails. Dear Mr. Valentine, I cannot pay big fee for your services. That would mean I would have to go to my son for the money that I would never do.

But no matter what my son has done, he is still my own flesh and blood and I must help him. He is in trouble. I know it. I feel it. We're during the day. Would you come and talk to me tonight?

Maybe I can still save him. And it signs Sophie Pevilman, 93 River Street. Pavleman, Pavleman. Do you know him, George? Yeah. Yeah, he's that glamorized private eye who's been training information with the biggest rancateurs in town, talking his little head off or keeping quiet for a price.

Oh, golly. George, I don't think we belong in this picture with Dickie Boy. I wasn't thinking of him, Brooks. Well, then think of yourself. Logic tells me you're right, angel, but shouldn't somebody be thinking of a mother who can sense that her son is playing with dynamite?

I can tell you everything later, Mr. Valentine. But right now you must go to Richard. Hey, wait. I know something is going to happen to him tonight. Look, have a heart, Mrs. Pella-man. I haven't even had a chance to think about it.

Oh, I was praying for you to get here. It was like a knife turning around in my heart to hear my son on the phone. Oh, try to calm down. He told me. He told me he was having dinner at the Richard-Lure restaurant.