Personal notice, danger's my stock and trade.
If the job's too tough for you to handle, you got a job for me, George Valentine.
Write full details.
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Tune on a Triangle, another adventure of George Valentine.
Dear Mr. Valentine, that ad of yours gets me, no job too tough for you to handle.
Well, I don't believe it.
I got a tiger I'll bet you can't handle.
Yeah, you read it right, a tiger.
So unless you're just whistling in the wind, stick around your office tonight.
Meet me around 7.30.
I got a wife and kids to worry about, so don't fail me.
Sign Jerry Briskin.
Sign Jerry Briskin.
7.30.
No, around 7.30.
How many stripes on a tiger?
40, George.
He's only 40 minutes late.
That's not so bad.
Probably hired Frank Buck instead.
We make a lot of sense too, don't we?
Want to play gin roomie?
Oh, why is it, Brooksy?
We never get letters that tell anything.
He's got a case.
Why doesn't he say so?
Changes mind maybe, who knows?
Jerry Briskin.
Want to bet he never even shows up tonight?
Five dollars.
I'll bet five dollars.
Give me that phone.
Hello?
Valentine, it's Briskin.
You're late.
I just want to make sure you're still in the office.
I got held up.
Couldn't get into your building because of the crowds.
Slow down, will you?
What crowds?
Look, just sit tight, will you?
I'll be right there.
Honest, I will.
Sure, sure.
Bring your tiger too.
But what's this about?
Oh, just the crowd.
I don't know.
Something going on.
Police and everything.
But I'll come around the back way.
Hey, look, Briskin, you.
Well, you owe me five dollars, don't you?
Not yet, I don't.
What are you going to do?
Jump out the window to avoid paying me?
Oh, George, what's going on?
I don't know.
The street seems to be roped off down there.
There are no fire engines.
Yes, there is.
One small one, see it?
And they got a searchlight pointed at the door.
What in the name of...
Booksy, Booksy, look.
Around there to the right.
It's a woman on the ledge.
She's the one who screamed, George.
That's not all she's doing.
Hey, look at the way she wobbles.
They've got her in the searchlight.
She's going to...
Hey, maybe she can hear us from here.
Hey.
Hey, lady.
Just 10 or 15 feet away.
Lady, can you hear me?
I'm over here.
Hey, look this way, will you?
Oh, George, she sees you.
She stopped moving.
Yeah, hello there.
Now look, keep your eyes on me, lady.
Don't mind all that noise down there.
Now keep your eyes on me and just keep moving toward me.
It's all right.
It's all right.
The ledge is wide enough for you to get here.
George, she wants to jump.
She wants to kill herself.
Look, look, lady.
Nothing can be as bad as this cold wind up here.
Now come on, easy does it.
Don't come near me.
Oh, George, what can we do?
My Lord, I'm fine.
We're not scared.
Oh, Brother Looney is a brute.
Oh, listen, people are coming out in the hall.
Yeah, and it's liable to scare her, too.
What are you talking about?
I've walked all the way around the building.
Do you know that?
I bet you would be afraid to do that, wouldn't you?
No.
No, I don't think so.
George, what are you doing?
Get back in here.
I don't get dizzy very easy.
But I'm probably not as clever as you are.
Oh, George, please.
Are you confident to walk with me?
Yeah.
Yeah, sure, that's it.
Little stroll in the park.
I've never been dizzy.
There's nothing to this, see?
Look out, lady.
Don't get to hold me.
My, you're good looking, too, aren't you?
Only, only.
Oh, it's all right, lady.
Those are just firemen to the rescue in my office,
that's all.
Come on now, easy does it.
Yeah, just another step.
Only I feel so...
Hey, look, I got you.
Oh, lady, what a time to faint.
Hurry up, George.
Here, I can help you.
I got her all right.
That's it, boys, get it.
Get that picture.
A photographer's.
Hey, clear out of here, you guys.
All right, hold on a little higher, will you?
That's it.
Where have I heard your voice before?
Come on, Buster, give me a hand with this.
My name is Friskin here.
Now remember, boys, when you write captions,
call her the Tigers of the Trapeze,
world's greatest aerialist.
World's great...
Hey, what in the name of heaven?
I told you I wasn't scared.
Were you, darling?
Huh?
No, don't drop me.
Hold me tighter.
That's it.
The lady fainted.
Publicity.
So that's it.
Why, you dirty...
That's it, that's it, get it, boys.
Get him to get the expression on his face.
Ha, wonderful, wonderful.
And thank you, Phyllis Fosdick.
Oh, now let me go, Valentine.
Let go, I said.
She got plenty of money.
100 ain't enough for you, okay?
We'll make it two, it's worth it.
Press agent, 5,000 bucks.
Couldn't stop me from doing...
Look, stop it, I said.
I got a wife and kids.
Oh, you shut up.
It's a job, that's all.
I got rid of the mall, George.
She went down to buy all the photographers a drink.
Oh, she did, bully for her.
Now look, Valentine, you can't sue her.
You just get laughed at.
Bust her for two cents.
Okay, okay, so you look a little silly
in a few front pages.
It's publicity, ain't it?
And for you, too.
She's pulled that stunt in every city she's played.
You mean you pick a sucker in every town and then...
No, no, no, no, no.
You walk around the building and so, you were something extra.
Oh, come on, how could I resist that silly ad of yours?
Hey, how about the flange for her?
Oh, I tell you, she's a great little artist.
Briskin, that silly face of yours is about to be...
All right, all right, pay you 250, will you cut it out?
Ah.
Wow.
Brooksie, I thought you said you got rid of everybody.
I am here, yeah, but I wait.
Well, let me go.
Go on, friend, beat it.
I wait to see you.
You hold her.
Huh?
I follow, I am here, I see everything.
Who are you?
A man going crazy.
Beat it, you big moose, the party's over.
Go on, get out of here.
Hold it, hold it, hold it.
Hello.
Your name's Phaidor, isn't it?
Yeah.
Leave us alone.
I see how this man hold her.
What in the name of heaven?
Wait a minute, Phaidor's a husband, I think.
Third or fourth, and he's living fast.
Wow, well, husband.
Another tiger, I suppose.
Well, look, Phaidor, just shut the door quietly
and don't get your tail pinched as you leave.
George!
Oh, upset about something, aren't you, Phaidor?
I traveled 200 miles to get here.
Who are you?
You said that before, never mind who I...
Ah, jealous, is that it?
Didn't like the way I held it.
I can see.
I have heard the talk.
Who are you?
It was his idea, you know.
Yeah, yeah, that's right, this guy,
this Jerry Briskin, he and your wife are just like that.
Who?
Probably her lover, for all I know.
So long, everybody.
Oh, wait, wait, Phaidor, I'm very pleased to meet you.
I mean, I got a wife and kids, you understand?
I'm your wife's new press agent, that's all.
Keep talking, sucker.
I do not understand.
Neither do I, big man, but then I only met your wife tonight
when he brought her here.
So you know how these things are.
Talk it over with him.
Oh, him, Briskin?
I'm sorry, this guy had an accident once.
Phaidor, my name is Briskin, our new press agent, that's all.
Look out!
Oh!
George, stop!
Cut it out, wait a minute.
Cut it out, you crazy, fake bad woman, what's the idea?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Leave me alone.
Leave you alone?
What about me?
He is the one.
You said he is the one, he and my wife.
Oh, well, it wasn't true.
He just made it up.
I don't know anything about your wife or about this guy
who deserved to get kicked around a little, so who cares?
Or for that matter, about any of this cockeyed business.
I am sorry, I said.
I am so tired, I travel all day.
I make fool of myself, yeah?
Yeah, yeah, that's right.
So, good night.
Valentine Phaidor's her husband, Estella's husband,
that's her name, Estella.
Only had an accident a couple of months ago.
That's as I understand it.
Here we are.
I am strongest man in circus.
Uh-huh, only you got dropped on the head.
Oh, be careful, George.
Look, he's been in a hospital, hasn't been with the circus.
Look, look, look, I don't care who's been where.
Now get out, get out, both of you.
Please.
Please.
I love her.
She's my wife.
All right, sure, that's great, that's fine.
Every man to his own mistake.
On the telephone she said she's too busy to see me.
She's my wife.
Well, take it up with Dorothy Dix.
And now you say that this man...
Phaidor, Phaidor, we've been through that.
He told you it wasn't true.
It's not me, I'm a press agent, not her partner.
Her partner?
So?
Oh, now look, both of you, would you...
Be quiet!
She work with partner now.
Is that true?
There is partner.
Will you just leave me out of it, Phaidor?
I work for a living.
No, tell me!
Get your hands off him.
What do I have to do?
Point a gun at you two to get you out of here.
Okay, from the time we leave, I'll go first.
No, no, not yet.
Okay, if you guys think I'm kidding...
No, no, no, please, you don't have to threaten.
I'm sorry.
It is lonely in hospital.
I'm all confused.
I need help.
The man's bored with your story, Phaidor.
So long, Valentin, I'll send you a check in the morning.
Wait, I say...
Mr. Valentin, you don't have to get behind your desk like that.
I don't, huh?
I don't know what to do, but...
It would be easier with gun.
Watch him, watch him!
Get away from him, Radolf.
Cut it out, you...
Yeah, yeah, easier with gun.
Yeah, thank you.
Goodbye.
Put that gun back here before I...
Holy smoke.
There is a lover, you know, and Phaidor's got your gun.
Now look what you started.
Look what I started.
What did you say?
Somebody's liable to get murdered.
Well, brother, I should have finished this part of it earlier, shouldn't I?
All right, Brooksie, don't look at me like that.
First a sucker, then a sourpuss.
I know, I know.
I just don't like being thrown into the middle of a three-ring circus, that's all.
Not with all the animals running loose.
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press agent named Jerry Briskin gets you mixed up with a woman named Estella, Tigress of
the Trapeze, world's greatest aerialist.
Yes, if you happen to be George Valentine and sometimes you wish you weren't, you're
picked for a sucker in a publicity stunt.
The only trouble is you can't get out of it because the Tigress has a mate and he has
your gun.
Well, it isn't the price of a gun that bothers you, it's the thought that you may never get
it back because sooner or later it may be tied up as exhibit A in a murder case.
So you decide you better find out about the corpse elect.
Who it might be for instance.
I'm a man eating tiger that guy doing her act over in the main tent.
A picture of a walking around the outside of a building in the newspaper.
You see that?
It's a matter of Mike, you got nausea or something?
It makes him dizzy just to think about it.
Just tell us where we can find this partner of hers.
All these busy catching her naturally.
That's the act.
It's always been a racket.
Three flips and she lands in his arms.
A lucky stiff king for a day.
Hey right this way, gents, see him shimmy in shape?
His name's Forelli, flying Forelli.
Flying Forelli?
Bah, couldn't fly a kite.
Sixty dollar a week bum, but big and good looking.
All her assistants have been bums.
Easy act, top number in the business.
But I could tell you a lot better if I could look in your tea leaves.
Oh you're doing fine, thanks.
Circus must be a small world.
There's something in store for you, dearie.
What could it be?
Just give me a chance to read your...
Well, ain't that pretty?
Yeah, lettuce leaf, nice and green.
And so easy to read too.
Mister, Phaidor, he was one of her assistants once.
Big, stupid thing.
Always jealous like that, but a bark don't mean a bite.
Her husbands don't last long, huh?
Well, nothing happens to them if that's what you mean.
Phaidor's the only one got dropped on his head.
Yeah, and about that time she was getting sick of my bits.
George, what are you driving at?
Oh, it was an accident to Phaidor, all right.
You don't catch me gossiping about my dearest friends.
No, I'm sure.
You worried about something happening?
Why don't you wait outside the big tent for Stella herself?
Or go over there in that palace she calls a dressing trailer.
I can tell from the music she'll be on in a minute.
I'm not that worried, thanks.
Oh, don't want to get mixed up yourself, huh?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Well, she won't even see Phaidor now.
All through with him.
So he won't come out here hanging around too close.
I know he won't.
OK, thanks, lady. You fill me in.
How do you know it? What's the stopping?
Who reads the tea leaves? You or me?
Neither one of us. The cops I already sent for.
The
the
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I could be.
Quite an act she's got.
Yeah, even where is a tiger skin?
Not much of it.
George, what did you mean back there asking people about Phaidor as though you thought
he's accident? Nothing, nothing, Angel.
I won't question his accident.
And I think he's ugly, too.
When you throw away all the trimmings, this is nothing but a love triangle.
Check. Well, nobody will thank us for interfering.
Yeah, not even Briskin.
He's on the outside.
But you know, sometimes in a triangle, Brooksie, the guy who looks like a villain
is really the one who's liable to come out on the short end.
Oh, here we are. Come on.
She's not even through taking vows yet.
Look at her blowing kisses like a line will do without.
Here he comes. Oh, the other part of the triangle.
Yeah, he doesn't stay for the applause, I guess.
Uh huh. Kind of in a hurry to excuse me, Mr.
Farrelly. I'm sorry. No time now.
Hey, wait a minute. I'm sorry, but I want to talk to you.
Come on, Eric. Now he's running, George.
Got out fast, didn't he?
Look like he'd seen a ghost.
So maybe there is something brewing out there.
Look out. Oh, no.
So I get the gun back after all over the head.
It was Phaidor, George. Oh, you were in the way and I heard you.
I heard you. I'm so happy you can hear you can join the party.
Who let you in, Lieutenant Johnson?
I let myself in. George, Phaidor didn't drop the gun.
He just hit you and kept on running. He was chasing Farrelly.
You sinned for cops to find a big homicidal nut running around loose.
So who has to do the work? Me, naturally.
Hey, hey, one at a time. What do you mean? You got him?
Yeah, yeah, just this second. One of the boys reported.
What happened? George, what happened was murder.
Murder? Well, I had to take care of you first, naturally.
And so I stayed with you.
And you were here in the infirmary when I saw Lieutenant Johnson,
maybe half hour later. Sure, sure.
But, huh? Oh, he caught him, huh? Simple as that.
Phaidor shoved me out of the way and went after Farrelly and got him.
And now you've caught Phaidor. George, it's not that simple.
I mean, it's Estella who's been murdered.
Right here, sir. Through the gate.
What's over there? Elephants, sir.
Yeah. Where's Estella's body? It's not out here in the dark.
Back in the trailer, George. Your dressing room.
Hold it. I'll tell you later.
Wow, wow. Look who's here. The moose.
Phaidor's not saying much, sir. He can't. Neither one of them can.
Neither one of them? Sure, Farrelly too.
Apparently he came skinning over the wall in the dark and Phaidor after him.
All right, come on. Come on. Get on your feet.
Yeah. Give me your flesh. This is very interesting, Valentine.
Estella was struck over the head with a blunt instrument five minutes after you were.
Boy always brings her coffee right after her act and there she was.
Wait, wait, wait a minute. Look at these two guys.
Ooh, pretty bloody. That's how we found them.
Guard heard the shot. Raised Phaidor's leg.
They were fighting over the gun. They were fighting period.
Husband and lover. Sure, sure. Fighting.
Still at it a few minutes ago.
Well, it's a matter of Valentine. Don't you get it?
Yeah, you know, I get it all right, Johnson.
And it isn't simple at all.
Phaidor was chasing Farrelly five minutes before Estella died.
Now, later on, we find they've practically been killing each other.
So how could either one of them have killed Estella?
Oh, please, boys. No pictures, I said. No pictures.
It isn't good for the circus.
What's the matter, briskin? For once you don't want publicity for the Tigers?
Look, stop it, will you? I got a wife and kids.
Get your pictures later, boys. Let's get in here.
OK. Sure.
Quite a night, huh, Valentine? You should know you started it.
That's why she was found, Johnson? Yeah.
OK, sergeants, you can let those punching bags sit down.
Wait a minute, somebody. I'd like to say something.
Well, it speaks.
Make it snappy, Farrelly.
He... he wasn't with me all the time.
Ah, what's that? No, you see, I spot him in the big tent at the end of the show.
You see, one of the clowns, he told me that Phaidor
just found out about who I was and everything.
Anyway, I see him come after me.
I know what kind of a guy he was from his tale, but he don't catch me.
I mean, well, I run, but it was not until a 10 or 15 minutes later
that he caught up with me. So you weren't together when she was killed.
Now we're getting someplace.
You're a real nice guy, aren't you, Farrelly? Huh?
Now, you listen to me.
You ran and then you skinned over a high fence to hide in that elephant enclosure.
In the dark and in the dark, he wasn't following you.
But somehow later on, he just managed to find you anyway.
Lucky, maybe. Oh, well, I mean, he must have a...
Well, you see me... Oh, no, no, not that simple.
A couple of nice guys.
You want to try to hang it on him now, Phaidor?
I do not understand. Hey, this room been gone over yet?
For fingerprints, sure. No prints.
That's not what I meant, Johnson.
The drawer in this bureau sticks.
Let me see. I can do it all right.
All right, so it sticks. It's been shoved in too far.
That's what I mean. It's been slammed in.
Somebody in a hurry, wondering what's inside.
Nothing. Jewelry. Where's jewelry?
What's that? Jewelry.
Bracelets around the neck and things.
I'm her husband. I know that. Everybody knows that.
Jewelry, huh? Pretty wealthy, wasn't she?
Yeah. Hey, wait a minute, you guys.
The stuff isn't there.
Whoever killed her must have taken it.
I mean, that's why she was killed. Holy smoke.
That spreads this case wide open.
A robbery killing. I don't believe it.
Oh, why not?
Means lots of people could have done it.
If these two guys were really fighting at the time anyway...
You ain't got a wife and kids to worry about.
What?
What's the matter, Briskin? I make you nervous. Press agent.
But you really admired that Estella, didn't you?
What? What? Oh, wait a minute.
Oh, skip it.
If this wasn't a robbery killing, then it was a real cold-blooded murder.
Gloves, so there'd be no fingerprints.
Something stolen to make it look like robbery.
But then it ruled out the hotheads over here, too.
Either one of them was in a mood to be cold-blooded,
even if they hadn't been together at the time.
A while ago, I said it was a triangle, and I still stick with it.
All right, Phaedo, your wife was going to throw you over, wasn't she?
Yeah, she was very wealthy, a lot more than just jewelry.
Yeah, but I've never seen any of it.
Pirelli, you were the current boyfriend.
But if you had half a brain, you could see the handwriting on the wall.
Even if you became the next husband, you wouldn't have lasted very long either.
Nobody does.
And you wouldn't have seen any of the fortune either.
You didn't say that again.
Rolentine, what in the name of...
I'm trying to play a different tune on the triangle.
That's all, Johnson.
OK, Pirelli, let's get back to how Phaedo found you in the dark.
Why you tried hiding from this monster in a place where nobody could even hear
your call for help.
But I don't know he was so close.
I don't know he could just see me go over the fence.
Then how did he know you did?
How did he know where to find you?
But I did see him, I was right behind him.
Oh, no, he don't.
Wait. Come on, come on, make up your minds, boys.
Phaedo, you used to be Estella's assistant, didn't you?
What? The fortune teller told me.
Estella's act always used an assistant.
But in my office, you said, does she work with a partner now?
Is it true there's a partner?
Big surprise.
Did he say that?
So maybe yours was the act, Phaedo.
Murderous husband on the loose.
But I wanted to kill him.
Folks at people like me in Frisken, so there'd be no doubt about it.
Plenty of witnesses.
But he did try to kill me.
Sure, an act to set this all up.
Because who'd suspect two guys fighting for their lives
of taking time out to sneak over here and kill a woman at cold blood?
Time out team, then back to the fight.
Team? No, no, listen to me.
The Triangle Club, the two sides of it, nobody ever suspects.
You two deliberately messed each other up to make everything stick.
Two sides? But I hate him.
He tried to kill me.
Husband and lover against the wife.
There's one for you, Johnson.
You better find out fast who inherits that dough those guys couldn't have got
their hands on any other way.
Wait, that's just stupid.
He don't mean what he...
He said, don't mind, you fat little big crud.
Shut up and get your hands off me.
That's it, boys. Go at it again.
Sure, he's so dumb, he said you did it.
I did not, he did.
Shut up, Lassmore.
He said you did the actual killing.
He did it himself.
Hey, look out, get him off me.
Well, throw up a chair, Johnson.
We got a rank side seat.
So we'll just wait for a decision.
Then it was really Phaidor who killed Estella.
Yeah, oh boy, oh boy, what a fight.
Only I'd had a camera.
Ah, both of them were guilty, Angel.
They cooked it up together.
Well, might not have happened if Mr. Briskin here...
Oh yes, it would have.
The publicity stunt didn't have anything to do with it.
Sure, just a neat twist that they'd figured on a triangle.
And it might have worked.
They might have got away with it if our friend here hadn't picked me for a sucker.
Got us mixed up in it.
Sure, that's right. So you're not saw anymore, are you?
Oh, these small kids, a job, that's all.
I got a wife and kids to...
Oh, Buster, you're a broken record.
My wife and kids, my wife and kids, my wife and kids.
George, Valentine, you stop it.
Ah.
Well, it's just a shame you don't say anything intelligent like that once in a while.
Hmm.
What's the matter, darling? Your cat got your tongue?
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Robert Daly is starred as George with Virginia Gregg as Bruxy.
Let George Do It is written by David Victor and Jackson Gillis and directed by Don Clark.
Ken Christie is Lieutenant Johnson.
Anthony Barrett was heard as Briskin.
Lillian Byoff is Estella.
Bill Conrad as Fador.
Jack Crushen as Forelli.
And Noreen Gamil as the Gypsy.
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