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and maybe a good playlist. But we've got the peace of mind part covered. All the fun coming to talk is... Oh, that was wonderful, Shorty. How about another? All rusty, haven't we had enough? Oh, just one more song, Dan. I love Western music. All right, Rusty. Guess we might as well. There is nothing else to do anyway. Yeah. Do you mind, Shorty? I don't mind if the rest of you don't. Yeah, all right, go ahead. Come on. Come on. All right, Spartan, you asked for it. Oh, the saddles get dusty. They've been used since way last fall. And the bridles broke and rusty.
I can't believe it. That was a fine trip, it's a comfort trip. Well, Rusty, it seems to me you were the one who suggested it. Back there in New York, a dude branch was just the place you wanted. Well, yes, I did. But I think the Southern Arizona would be warm in the winter. Well, I guess it usually is. Well, all it's been doing since we got here is snow. And that's for two whole days now. I'm getting kind of tired of it. So is everybody else out of much of the thing? How come on, Rusty? You want to listen to Shorty sing? So listen, huh? No. Passion's purple bright with dew. Gonna miss the heart of the wind. Oh, stop it, stop it, tell me. Sorry, ma'am. Nothing to get this, this, this. That's all you cowboy singing about. This is not wanting to be buried up in the prairie. Now you want to die and go to heaven. Well, I'm fed up with the smooth balls and sacrifice. Shut up, Christine. The rest of it's like the hearme even if you don't. Emma Fager's wife is just a little bored by this involuntary confine of Mr. Hanford. A bunch of people being shut up for two days abound to get on each other's nerves sooner or later.
All I'm saying is I don't want to hear any more songs about death. And if I do, I will be rich. No, no, no. There's liable to be a real death around you. Somebody's liable to get murdered. Christine, where's your shut up? There's no balls and sacrifice. Oh. Dr. Danfield, student of crime psychology, has many times provided the police for the solution to a baffling crime. There's an interesting case ahead for the doctor today. We'll call it snowbound. Oh. Oh. Oh. Three whole days of this, Dan, how long gonna snow snow anyway? I don't know. I'm pretty well acquainted with sunny Arizona. I came down here to do some horseback riding if I wanted to go skiing. We'd have gone to some valley. Say, I think I'll go to my room for a few minutes. Well, Steve, I want to put on a sweater. Go ahead. I'll be in the wreck. How much study have a nice longfire going on? Right. Wait a minute. Oh, bring me on. Oh, bring me on. Bring me on.
I'm going to find my house. And then we'll see. Hi, everybody. Howdy, Mr. Redberg. Hello, Shorty. Well, now that your boyfriend is around, Rusty, how'd you like to pitch a little wound? Oh, nice, Shorty. I bet you say that to all, a girl. Yeah, you're in a whoop. That's what I get saved for. Yes, ma'am, my job on this ranch is to keep the ladies happy. Tell me, Shorty, do you ever get anywhere with that straightforward approach? You're in a whoop, isn't it? Yes, so, for instance. Well, not that Christine gal, ma'am. She's never given me the cold shoulder. I'd stay far away from her, far away, you Shorty. From all I've been able to observe that husband of hers is what you call, Plycle and jealous. Yeah, you're in a whoop, and man. You ain't a whoop. Uh-huh. Did you already have a run-in with her? Well, not me. I didn't, but he did have a ring over that Frank Parker guy. Oh, now don't tell me that Frank Parker's been rushing our fair Christie's. Miss Fairfax, ma'am.
I can see that I never get to the crowd with you. You got on blinders. You only got eyes for one man that young Dr. Danfield. You know, Shorty? You ain't a whoop. Well, I'm going out to Michiac. Storm and old Storm, then horses got to be fed in the morning. Time for me to bed down. See you in the morning, Shorty. Good night, ma'am. Good night, folks. Good night, everybody. Shorty, could I see you for a minute? Out in the hall. Well, uh, I guess so, ma'am. You stay where you are, Chris. Oh, all right, Joy, killer. See you in the morning, Shorty. Good night. In a moment, we'll return for the second act of danger, Dr. Danfield, but first. And now back to Michael Dunn for the second act of danger, Dr. Danfield.
You and your cowboys can't you remember your married woman creeps? Don't be such a bull. I'll track the fast and smooth balls. Now, this year, for our call arrived nice to get him. Everybody over arm and toasted and burning up. How about you, Mr. Vapakai? You seem kind of quiet, isn't it? Yes, very kind of quiet. Well, frankly, Mr. Clayton, I'm disgusted with this whole mess. Three days of having your associate with this bunch of morons is too much. In fact, I just about made up my mind to get out of here. I don't appreciate being called a moron. Oh, you're drunker. Well, let me tell you, Cliff Hanford, is a moron you had to live. Why are you rotten? Hey, hey, hey, I know that. Didn't know that. Sasha, why shouldn't you? No, ma'am. I'm sorry. Lost my head, I guess. Well, I'm believing, folks. You all set the weather to storm? No, no, no. I'm glad you're back. This place is just about really the bluest top. Well, there's nothing wrong here. That a good sunny day wouldn't fit. Oh, exactly. You think? Maybe all of the suggests that we play games or something. That'll ease the tension.
Any suggestions? As long as we have such an eminent criminologist, who's Dr. Danfield in our midst, why don't we play murder? Murder? The murder? Yes, I say fast and snowball. Charlie, if anybody out of the room, and while he's gone, we all decide on who's going to be the victim. And when this person comes back, we give him clues and he has to guess who it is. He goes out alone? Yes, dear. All right, I'm game. How about you, Frank? I might as well, I guess. Good. You go out first, Frank. I'll let you be the detective. All right, but don't keep me out in the hall too long. We won't. I'm just going to be the victim. Why don't you be at Danfield? Who me? What's your Dan? Go on. Well, that's okay with me. Anything to get the game started? Fine. You can come in, all Frank. Now, let's see. Is the victim somebody in this room? Yep, he is. Is it a man or a woman? No, no. When I start to tell that.
Well, let's see. I'll give you a clue, Frank. The victim is dangerous and nauseous. Dangerous and naughty. Oh, I know. Danfield. Why? You're very good, Frank. Now how did he get? Charles, play, Rusty. Charles, play. At Christine pointed at you, Danfield. Frank isn't smart enough to figure out any other way. Oh, no, no, not quite as obvious as that. Well, you can count me out. I'm sick and tired of being accused of everything from cheating at parlor games to making love with everybody else's wife. I'm getting out of here. And don't be surprised if you find me missing in the morning. I'm leaving this way in store and no store. Well, no bones and specifers. Oh, I didn't go to bed, too. No sense of sitting around and fighting. Coming, Claire. I'll be along in a few minutes. No, good night. Now, I wonder how that guy did figure it out. Just a simple code, Mr. Hendricks.
A code, then? Sure, you heard what Christine said, didn't you, Rusty? Yes. She said the victim was dangerous and naughty. Well, I don't get it. What are the first letters in those three words? Dangerous and naughty? B-A-A-A? Oh, am I dumb? Well, sir, if I was insurable. Oh, they had a code, did they? Well, I think I'll just go and talk to Christine about that. Oh, no, no, no, don't worry about it. Cliff, it was just an innocent little trick. I'm sorry, even meant you. I don't like it. And I hope that guy does pull out in the morning and on the way to wherever he's going. I hope he freezes to that. And I don't like that game saying you're dangerous and naughty, either. How does she know you're naughty? Rusty. Is that situation getting on your nerves, too? Well, I can't say I like it if I don't. Oh, by the way, Homer, you've got a bit of explaining to do, you know. None of your folders mentioned anything about this ranch being snowed in for the winter. You do, you do, you do, you do, you do, you do, you get to throw it. A flurry? What is it, though, in the snow? Well, is it shared ranchers in the middle of the Wattuka Mountains? It's a time, he's high here.
He's nice. He's watching the fire we have a little snow. Yes, yes, naturally. You won't want to laugh, Ronald. Ronald, be out tomorrow. Maybe. Then the full metal never buttered me hot to puttate. I hope you're right. Homer, Dr. Danfield, from here quickly. Well, snowballs and such fasts, what they eat on that place. It's Christine. Christine. Well, what's the matter with Christine? Come to my room, all of you. Christine has been murdered. Hey, hey, the windows open, close of rusty quick. The snow's blowing in like all get out. Sure, Dan. Hugh, is that wind blowing in this room? It's like an iceberg. Now, flip Thursday. On, though. There. Oh, yes, I see. Tash the forehead. Stand back, please. We don't have to take a look. I'd like to get the guy who did this. I'm sorry, Cliff, he's dead, all right? Turning the cool already. No bones.
I'm going to get the gold. I'm going to get the gold. I'm going to get the gold. Oh, ready. No bones. One shot right between our eyes. A shot. Dan, why didn't we hear it? Storm, I guess, Rusty. Wind's blowing so hard. It covered up the sound of the sound. I'd like to get the guy who did this. Yes, yes, you said that before, Cliff. Hey, wait a minute. She's got something in her hand. In her hand? I didn't see. So, literally. Let me see. Now, I'll try to get her loose. I'm going to be careful. Might be fingerprints. Oh, there. Yeah, I got it. Maybe it's a suicide note. Yeah, this is minimal, we'll see. And dear Christine, going to get out of here. Can't stand to stick around any longer. Should wait and leave tomorrow, which our husband got wise tonight. So it's best for me to go. Hope I'll be able to meet the early train in the morning. It will take me to Tucson. Look, and there I'll go back home. Sanita is only 10 miles. I think I can make it. Sorry, won't see you tomorrow. Love and goodbye. Why? That dirty rat I ought to knock his block off. Could I have that letter, Dan? I'm sorry, Cliff.
I'll have to turn it over to the sheriff as evidence. Homer, would you run to Frank Parker's room and see if he really did leave? Sure, sure. I'm sassed up. I said, no, no. I wonder what happened to the gun. You didn't touch anything, did you, Cliff? I should say not. I had no better than that. You came right to your room. Your wife was dead when you got there. Yes. Yes, to both questions. You can see for yourself. You said yourself that the body already started cool. Yes, entirely too cold as his men. Oh, well, I don't sign of a gun. Now that rules out any possibility of suicide. Maybe the gun was thrown out the window. It was open, you know? Yes, it was, right? See, let's take a look. I don't know, it stopped throwing. It's just blowing out. Nothing out here. Just a clean and pure, driven snow. I don't know. Not about anywhere. Yeah, probably took the gun with him. He's gone, Dr. Dan. He's a Frank Parker's gun. Then he meant what he said in his nose. Yeah, he even took his suitcase. Hey, what's going on? Anything, matter?
Somebody's killed your girlfriend, Jordy. What? Not Christine, ma'am. You're underwoofied. What are you doing up, Jordy? I thought you went to bed an hour ago. Ah, I did. That is, I went to my cabin. I wasn't sleepy enough to go to bed. I was sitting up reading. Oh? Oh, and to that Frank Parker guy, he'd come over to ask me just how to get the Sunita. Oh, he did? Yeah, I told him he'd better not try it. But the snow would stop and he calculated. He'd go anyway. Then you saw him leave. Just about 20 minutes to go. Well, I hate to ask you to do this, Jordy. But you'd better ride into Sunita and pick up the sheriff. And if you could run into Frank Parker on the way, bring him back with you, huh? What if you didn't want to come back? Well, I was sure. This is Steve Kovino from Kovino and Rich. All right, quick round of trivia before we get back into the show. But we're doing it differently this time. Every guy listening right now, you're contestant. No buzzers, no calling in. Just answer honestly to yourself. Here we go. You got a belly and a little chest that won't go away no matter what you try. Gasped by the middle of the afternoon. No drive left in the tank.
And lastly, you lack that confidence in mental edge. Fellows, here's the thing. Those are classic signs that your testosterone's been sliding. And nothing drags it down faster than extra weight. The good news? Emerging research suggests that getting rid of it may actually be more effective than TRT. So why not take matters into your own hands? Strip off the weight that tanks your testosterone with Bioma GLP1 booster. Every serving is packed with science back and third party tested ingredients that crank up your natural GLP1 production. So you can enjoy a leaner physique, surging energy, and increased drive. Visit bioma.health slash GLP1 and use code CRShow to get 15% off your first order. That's bioma.health slash GLP1 code CRShow for 15% off. Hey, I imagine you could rope in hog time. Now, couldn't you? Mr. U-A-D-A-Wolfing. Where folks? Slow, stop and sun-dish on it. Looks like a wonderful day. Yes, yes, doesn't it? Tell me, is Shorty got back from town with a sheriff yet?
No, not to be here anythold. I took a look around outside this morning. Home like a hardly believe that Shorty ever went to town. There wasn't a mark or a footprint anywhere. Now, slow, different affairs covered up tracks. So you make them. Now, listen, some like Shorty's back. Why, what a trip. Had to fight drifts all the way. And we raised a sheriff. You know, what ain't you being sure? Snowden, I talked to phone note. Said he'd be oppositein' it. How about our friend Frank Parker? See anything of him? No, that's a funny thing, Mr. I looked for him all the way in, and it wasn't a sign. Well, did you inquire at the station? Whether or not he caught the early train? Yeah, pretty sure. I was just wondering, what's the point of the day? Did you inquire at the station? Whether or not he caught the early train? Yep, I sure did. Didn't catch the train either. Nope. Nobody's seen high to her. Well, it begins to look pretty bad for Mr. Parker. You ain't a wolf, and Mr. looks to me like he shot Christine and me to get away. Yeah, sure looks bad. When I say it looks bad for Mr. Parker,
Shorty, I don't mean it the way you mean. Rusty, you're insane. Going horseback riding in this kind of weather? I don't care then. I came to a dude's branch because I wanted to ride, and I'm not going to let a little snow stop me. Oh, well, I know better than argue with you. That's a good boy, Danny. Anyhow, Shorty's already settling near horse. Oh? You know, then, I'm like Shorty. I think Frank Parker shot Christine. Well, if there's something wrong somewhere, Rusty, I'd agree fully except for two things. Yes, what? Christine's buddy. You remember our mark on how cold it was? Yes. And that letter. There's something definitely wrong about that letter. I didn't see anything wrong with it. It just doesn't ring true. It's still didn't further work. Well, you figured out. Here comes Shorty with my heart. Oh, yes. Here you go, Rusty, man. Good gentle o'nig. Thanks, Shorty. You're a surely won't buck. No, ma'am. She won't. Oh.
Here, give me a hug. I'll help you. Oh. She's high, isn't it? Rusty, I don't think you've got the sense you were born with. Oh, she'll be all right, Mr. I just cut a cross by the corner of my shack there, man, and get out to the road. Most of the snow is blown off the road. Okay, ride and come, boy. Here I go. If you don't do so bad for a city, gal. No, no, no. Rusty can do almost everything. Hey, what's the matter with that horse? He's gone walko. That old man threw in that snow bag. What did he say? Rusty, oh, right. I can't go. I didn't come up here to eat. No more. I can't understand it, man. Why that old man's one we used to think the baby's how to ride on. Why is he ever shy to... Unless what, Shorty? You know something, Mr. I think that old bag of blown smell the ghost. In a moment we'll return to the third actor.
Danger, Dr. Danfield, but first. In a moment we'll return to the third actor. Danger, Dr. Danfield, but first. I'm out back to Michael Dumb for the third act of Danger, Dr. Danfield. All right, about here, Shorty. He piles a little higher here under your window. There's an up draft here between these buildings. Always piles a snow up against the bill. You need to understand that horse shine. You must have seen a ghost. No, no, not a ghost, Shorty. That is unless a ghost has legs and wears pants.
Look, that's a facet. No walls. Damn, it's a pair of legs. That's the best, Shorty. We'll find the right test for something. No, bone doesn't specify. There we go. You've got about uncovered, huh? Oh, Dan, it's... it's right, Parker. Sister, you need a wolf. Yep. Cheers like you're a crow's stiff as a old meagant. Not only that, Homer, here's a bullet hole straight between his shoulder blades. Well, are we all here, Homer? Yep. Everybody but Shorty. And he's out in the shack like you asked it. Are you sure if he hasn't arrived yet? No, it can all be the whole old dark already. Well, this is the way I figure this situation. Frank Parker was shot from the window in this room. What's Dan having you say? Don't be silly. This is my room and how could Christine shoot Frank when she was already dead?
I didn't say it was Christine who shot Frank, Mr. Henryd. Well, I still can't figure out why you think Mr. Parker was shot from this window, Dan. Well, can't you? Let's open the window again, Rusty. There's dark out here between your building. Of course it is. How could anybody see the shoot anybody at night out there? I'll show you. Homer? Yeah, yeah, sure, Dr. Dan be here. All right, Shorty. He likes chill out. You're all right. There. There, not there. If you all observe that chef of light coming from Shorty's window. Why Dan? It's the chimes right on the spot where we found Frank Parker's bird. Yes, doesn't it? Well, no balls, I'm such a fan. What is that proof? Not very much, I'm afraid, until we look a little further. Look out this window, Chris. You notice that this is the only window facing Shorty's check. There isn't even a door on this side of the house. Well, whatever. Everybody's square about last night has been accounted for. Frank Parker was the only one beside Shorty who was outside the house. He had decided to leave for Sanita.
Where were you, Chris? Well, I've already told you. I came straight from your folks to my room, this room. Discovered my wife's body and came right back to the front room. And you swear that you never let the house didn't go outside? Of course not, swear to it. Now Chris, you made a statement that it couldn't have been your wife who shot Mr. Parker. Well, maybe she could have done that. No, no, no, I'm rather inclined to agree with you that Christine was already dead when Frank Parker was killed. And if that theory is correct, just who would you say shot your wife? Oh, I get it. Parker killed Christine just before he left, stopped into see Shorty to ask the way to Sanita. And then just as he was leaving, he decided he couldn't get away with it, so he shot himself. Committed suicide. That's pretty good thinking Dr. Danfield. Yes, yes, but I didn't think it. So you believe Frank shot himself? Well, of course, that's the only way it could happen in the back. Was he a contortionist, Mr. Henry? Well, I don't know, but... Where's the gun? Well, if it wasn't Parker, it was Shorty.
Yeah, that's it, shoot it. I consider that possibility, Chris, but it's no go Shorty wouldn't have a strong enough moldy. No, I caught him making love with him, my wife. Oh, that's no thank you. He said he liked me too. Shorty's a lady killer, all right? That's what Homer pays him for. The killer, ladies, with a tenor. Right, Homer? Oh, sure. Now the guy wouldn't come up here if I didn't have a few handsome cowboys around. That's not funny, it's no more. Well, only a man who's got this over with. Chris, I'm accusing you of the murder of your wife, Christine. You did kill her, didn't you, Jopric Cilli? You couldn't prove that in a million years what I think happened, Chris. When you came straight to your room after leaving the rest of us in the fallor, you found your wife reading a note. The note we found in her hand from Frank Parker, bidding her a fond and final adieu. But I didn't come in to see that note, didn't you, Chris? Didn't you even know she had that note and flew into a rage? Grab the pistol and shot Christine right between the eyes. How am I doing, Joe? You're completely in. Am I? Not knowing too much about the science of thermochemistry. You figured that by opening the window and letting the blizzard in, your wife's body would cool rapidly enough to give you an alibi.
Oh, just a few minutes, perhaps. But that was all you idea. I didn't open the window. As you were open the window, you saw Frank Parker passing through the beam of life from Shorty's window. Shorty was sitting up reading, then. I'll remember, Frank Spack made a perfect silhouette in bang. You got two birds with one gun, right? That's the way it happened, Cliff, wasn't it? Wasn't it? You remember? Wasn't it, oh! Wasn't it? I didn't do it, I tell you, right? Didn't Joe? No, I didn't, Joe! I said, didn't, Joe! You can't prove it, you haven't got the gun. Oh, but I have, Cliff. I found it, the saxonoon. You couldn't have the... the snow, was it? Yes, yes, but snow. You counted on the snow. Didn't you, Cliff? I found the gun right under the window where you'd fallen it. Knowing you, as you did, that the snow was drifting so fast, it would be covered up in a matter of... I couldn't... I... I was for use. Here's the sheriff, folks. The sheriff. Nobody's gonna get mad. The sheriff's coming, don't let him get away. Hey, you, stop! In the name of the law! Ah, dropped him to kill him. Ah, just shot his leg out from under him.
Didn't want him to get lost in the snow drift. Well, that's mighty good shooting, sheriff. Mr. You ain't a wolf. In a moment who returned for the conclusion of danger, Dr. Bamfield, at first. In a moment who returned for the conclusion of danger, Dr. Bamfield, at first. Now back to Michael Dunn for the conclusion of danger, Dr. Bamfield. Oh, that strawberry wrong. Oh, that strawberry wrong. He says he's... Oh, Dan, I'm long-western music. Yep. Regular American folks, Dan. You know, that's short. He's kind of cute.
Yeah, yeah, how about that? He's like he was trying to put your little woo-woo-woo. Yeah, but I pitched him right out of my beer. Oh, this is wonderful. Starm's over. No more murders. I hope. Dan, you're going horseback riding with me tomorrow? No, maybe I will at that. The shame all this other stuff had to happen. Yeah, it's a shame, rusty, but not unexpected. You see, when a bunch of people get shut up together for days on end, the emotions usually get pretty close to the surface. Oh, have my feelings for you, Ben Showing? People are after all animals, and you can't chase them up. Not without disastrous results, anyway. Such as murder? Such as murder. Well, I'll have to admit, you sound this case in your own inimitable style, even if you were shooting in the dark. You were shooting in the dark when you're Dan. You didn't have any real evidence. I, uh, well... The letter, oh yes. I didn't see anything in it that would make a man commit murder. You didn't? You know, I must have forgotten about that letter? Take a look, it's arrested.
Dear Christine, going to get out of here. Can't stand a stick around any longer. Should wait and meet tomorrow, but your husband got wise tonight for it's best for me to go. Hope I'll be able to meet the early train in the morning. It'll take me to two hours, and from there I'll go back home. So, eight is only ten miles. I think I can make it. Sorry, we'll see you tomorrow. Love and goodbye. Thanks. I still don't see. Well, trusty, remember that little game of murder we played last night? Yes. And the little code that was used by Frank and Christine to enable Frank to figure out the answer so easily. Well, it was the first letter of every word. I remember. Now, take a look at the letter again. Going to get out of here. GTG00H. Well, I doesn't spell anything. No, no, it doesn't. But take a look at the first word in every sentence. Going to leave tonight, Dan. Mm-hmm, going. Meet me, Sunita, tomorrow, going to leave tonight, meet me, Sunita, tomorrow. I didn't. When you read that way, it means something entirely different. Yes, yes, doesn't it?
And there, last year's Crypt's Moody for murder. Jealousy and the breakup of his home. Then, for all Frank Parker was trying to steal his wife. But how did Prince Moody? Well, he heard me expose that silly little code. He didn't have to be very smart to figure out this one. Dan, do you know something? Mm-hmm, what resting? You're awfully smart. Come here, resting. You're a orphan. That's a frantic snowball. This is Steve Covino from Covino and Rich. Quick trivia, fellas. Every guy listening is contestant. Answer honestly to yourself. You got a belly in a little chest. Gassed by the afternoon, no drive left in the tank. You lack that confidence and mental edge. Those are classic signs that your testosterone has been sliding. And nothing drags it down faster than extra weight. So why not take matters into your own hands? Shrip off the weight that tanks your testosterone with Bioma GLP1 booster.
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