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Come for more deals and ways to save. From Hollywood, it's time to offer John Lund as... Johnny Dollar. My name is Defranco, Mr. Dollar. I'm with the claims division of Eastern life and trust. What can I do for you, Mr. Defranco? Help me pay off a claim, I hope. Well, that's the new record. Yeah, one of my new policyholders passed away last month but can't seem to locate his beneficiary. Well, maybe he doesn't want the money. So she, everybody wants money, is basically a sure's money. Would you like to take a hug on it? What floor are you on, Mr. Defranco? Fourth, four-eighteen. Just have to get off the elevator, turn to your left. Be there in an hour. John Lund in a transcribed adventure of the man with the action-packed expensive cop. America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator, he's surely Johnny Dollar. Oh, my God.

Expense accounts submitted by Special Investigators, Johnny Dollar. Two claims office, Eastern life and trust company, the city. The following is an accounting of expenditures during my investigation of the Selma Ibsen matter. The expensive car item one, 15 cents bus fare, my apartment to Milton Defranco's office. Where we got right down the business. The deceased was a man named John Lundin. He made his living selling papers in front of the Metropolitan Building. Oh, on 33? Yes. You ever seen? Yeah, I guess I have. Somehow you never think of someone like that leaving his insurance money. No, he has done, but he took out two policies. November the 5th, 1940, both of them, $500 life. So he has an estate of $1,000 that we have to give to a person named Selma Ibsen. Is the daughter of something? No relation, or just someone who stopped and talked to him one day. You must have had quite a line.

Yeah, he's sick, so, but I doubt it. He was only 10 years old at the time. Oh. I got all this from the agent who wrote up the policy. He used to buy his papers from old John. One day, he told the agent he wanted to take out some life insurance, so he could do something nice for a little girl he'd met that afternoon. And that's it. Quite a profitable meeting for her, huh? Yeah. Of course, $1,000 isn't a lot of money these days, but from him it's a lot. Yeah. Selma Ibsen must be 23 or 4 of my now. I'd like to see her face when she gets that insurance check and finds out who it's from and why. Might prove something about something. Yeah, I could, or maybe she isn't doing nice things for people anymore. Let's hope she is. They keep thinking that old man out there hustling papers every day to make his $1,502 impregnance every week. It gets me some, huh? He only saw her that one day in his life.

The local address for Selma Ibsen was 215 brain bridge. From neighbors I learned that Selma's parents had been killed in the automobile accident in 1945. She'd moved cross town to live with an aunt, a Mrs. Mary Sealy. Mrs. Sealy died in 1950. Again, Selma had moved. Where and nobody seemed to know. But they didn't know where she'd been working at the time. One of the girls there was brought into the manager's office. Yes, she'd quit without notice a couple of years ago. She just didn't come back. Were you a friend of hers? Yes. We were good friends. Used to have lunch together every day. We started here together, too. I see. Have you heard from her? No. Any idea where she might have gone? When we walk, I think. It's the closest place to go, isn't it? Funny she didn't write anybody, you know? Say anything when she left.

What you think? Yeah, but don't know it was like that. Like what? Well, don't misunderstand me. She was a real sweet girl, but it was something you could tell about right away when you met her. She had plans of a loan, and she just kept them to herself. You don't supposed anything happened to her? I'm just trying to locate her. Did she ever talk about going to the ark? No. What did she talk about? Oh, about meeting someone and getting married? Was she going with anyone when she disappeared? Oh, a couple of people around the office. Are they still around? I think so. You're going to talk to them? I'd like to. They haven't heard from her either. No one has. She just plain left.

Bag and baggage. At the apartment hotel where she'd been living since her aunt's death, I learned that tell me Ibsen had suddenly checked out with all of her belongings around Christmas of 1950, no forwarding address. The hospital, jail, and more records for the previous two years were covered. Nothing came up. The high school annual provided a fairly good picture of a tall, smiling girl with a pleasant face looking out from under a miter cap. The motor vehicle bureau recorded a driver's license issued in her name. A right thumb and forefinger print came with it. The picture, the prints, and all available information went into a file. Dalma Ibsen became a missing person. Two days later, the people of their office were requested. And then one of them recalled a man that she had been seen with just before her disappearance.

Spence account item two, $15. Transportation and incidentals Hartford, New York. For the purpose of locating a Mr. Floyd Turnbull for possible information concerning Dalma Ibsen's whereabouts. I made a list of the Floyd Turnbulls in the city directory and set out to interview each one. The right man happened to be number five on my list. Yes, of course I know tell my Ibsen Mr. Dalma. You say you're from an insurance company? That's right, Mr. Turnbull. Can you tell me where she is right now? I'm afraid I can't. Mr. Dalma, Mr. Dalma. Thanks. Understand you knew her in Hartford. That's right, I did. She came here to New York with me. Oh, let me assure you there was nothing improper about it. I met Dalma when she was working in one of the officers I do business with there. And when I suggested that she drive to New York with me, I did it with the understanding that we were to be married here. I think no one could have been more surprised than I

when she disappeared. You mean here in the arc? Yes. Well, when was this? It was Christmas Eve of 1950. Oh. Dalma was staying with my sister Redner and my sister. I picked her up about six in the evening to go to a party. And we stopped for gasoline somewhere between here and Long Island. I left the car for a moment. And when I came back, she was gone. You haven't seen her since? I haven't seen her since. Well, did she leave a note in the car of a message of some kind? Nothing, not a word. And she hasn't gotten in touch with it at all? No. She's never written yet. I can't quite get with this. You were going to be married. And she disappeared in a filling station on Christmas Eve. Did you argue or something? No. I don't think I would ever have argued with Dalma. She was kind and sweet and gentle and all things to me. Your appearance here and these questions

bringing back the memory very strongly. How long have you known her before you decided to get married about three weeks? Do you have any idea why she walked away? Yes. But I doubt if it's of any practical value to her. Well, any information I can get will be very helpful in locating her, Mr. Turbal. All right, then. I think she was frightened. How quiet. Of life, Mr. Dollar. Not people or circumstance, but life. You say that with a lot of conviction, yes. Dalma had always been, well, a poor girl. She worked instead of going to college. She lived with her other Dowdy Anne to die just before I met her. Her parents had been killed in an accident a few years before. I think I offered her happiness that she always longed for. But she simply wasn't mature enough or adjusted well enough to accept it. This is a new value isn't it? Well, it might be.

Did you know of any ambition she had? Maybe she wanted to go on the stage. She simply wanted to be my wife and live here. Well, I can see what you're thinking. I'm old enough to be her father. But that's not the reason she walked away from that car. Believe me, Mr. Dollar, unless I'm terribly mistaken. That girl was very much in love with me and wanted to marry me. Tell me. Have you tried to find her? No, I have not. I waited around the filling station that night hoping she'd return. But I didn't report the matter to the police. I intended to hire private detectives to locate her. But I gave that up too. Well, I don't understand. If you loved her, well, would this make it understandable, Mr. Dollar? Thelma was a rational, normal human being when I left her in that car. No one forced her away from it or me. The man at the station said she merely stepped out and disappeared down the street. She left her own free will for her own reasons. Yeah, I think I can say your point. Thank you, Mr. Dollar.

I've hoped that one day she'd appear at my door. Contact me, come to me, but she hasn't. Is there any way I can help you more concretely? Well, if you could tell me the exact location of that filling station. Certainly, I can do that. But why? Last place she was seen alive. Oh. That word alive. Just a word, Mr. Turnwell. Tell me, do you suppose she had any money when she left? Why do you ask? Well, she'd have had to go to work if she didn't. Maybe she had. Yes, she had money quite a bit. How much? $2,300. Oh, she stole it from me, Mr. Dollar. I left my wallet and my overcoat. She took it while I was gone. I would have given her all this, everything, but she had to steal it from me. She had to steal it like a common little thief.

It's truly no fool, like an old fool, Mr. Dollar. Well, I left Turnwell. It struck me. Here was the second elderly man in Delmiib's life. One had given her money, which she wasn't around to receive. And from this one, she'd taken money and didn't wait around to say thanks. Spencer Carl Adam III, $50.50. Car rattle and mince of rattles involved in checking Floyd Turnwell's story. A major oil company owned and operated the filling station where Delmiib's had been seen last. Their payroll records named Three Attendants on duty, Christmas Eve 1950. I located an interview at all three and closed fine statement of Earl Camden. Sure. Sure, I remember that chick. Better look in this picture. I'll tell you that.

Well, anyway, she drove in with the old guy, see. He hadn't been away from the Carmore in 22ndsport, for she was out and walking down the street as fast she could go. Well, when he came back and asked what happened to her, I told him. Well, he went back and sat in each car for maybe a couple hours just waiting for her. I knew she was gone for good. I felt sorry for the old geezer. She shouldn't have run out like that. Christmas Eve and all. Had the Turnwell Spencer, Westchester, verified her brother's story. Delmiib's in the left all of her clothes at the house. Mrs. Spencer had not heard a word from her since Christmas Eve of 1950. The matter went to the New York police missing persons bureau. A check on the Morgan Hospital records was unsuccessful. However, the police fingerprint files turned up an interesting lead. Missed the meaner drug, disturbing the peace. She was fired 25 bucks a night, court April 25, 1951.

What's the address? 12, 12 yardly. 12, 12 yardly. OK. At the address on yardly, I learned that Delmiib's in had moved eight months before. Again, there was no forwarding address. The landlady turned out to be quite talkative, however. I'm glad to see you move from here, Mr. Dada. I'd like to help you find out, but I'm awfully glad you moved from here. Why do you say that, Mrs. Pratt? Ah, no, I see. Parties all the time. I run a quiet place for quiet people to move. Yes, yes, I'm sure of it. I thought she was the quiet type when she took the apartment, right? I never did that to her. She told me she was secretary, that she worked downtown. She say where? Oh, no. That sheep didn't work. How could she? She was out every night and slept most of the day. And then we were together. Save with digital deals at Vons and Albertsons.

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It's one of the many new drinks out now. Who knew ice cold drinks could be so? Fire. Try them all. Only at my dogs. I'm just here. Honestly. Do you know any of them, Mrs. Prattice? Oh, no. Just me. All kinds of sorts. I see. Was she friendly with anybody in the building? No. Did she go with any particular, man? I couldn't say. Or I can tell you that I'm blessed. You can't give any more. I'm awfully blessed. The more people I talk to, the more I learned about Thalma Edson and the less I liked what I heard. I went back to the city hall. It occurred to me that hardly anyone is ever arrested for being drunk and disturbing the peace alone. I was right. The nightcourt files revealed that Thalma Edson had been arrested with eight other people.

I took down their names and began to check them out. Number six down the line was a man named Unger who was in the Hojary business. Yes, he remembered Thalma Edson very well. No, he hadn't seen her for six months. But he could tell me where she lived. He did. And I went there. Yes, sir. I help you. I'm looking for Miss Thalma Edson. Oh, I'll ring a room. Is she expecting you? No, my name is Dollar. It's a business matter. Mr. Dollar. That's right. Just a moment. I'm ringing. Hmm. Well, I don't understand that. What? She came in about a half hour ago. I know she's up there. Maybe she came out again. She's a whole-eyed of seen her. I've been at the desk all the time. Well, it's that, it's the strangest thing. Maybe she's visiting one of the other apartments. Perhaps. Would you like to leave a message, Mr. Dollar? Well, it'll be okay if I go up and camp on her doorstep.

I've been looking for her for a long time now. Call us. At 50 out of eight, or up to the 15th floor, and walked down the hall to Thalma Edson's apartment. The door was standing partially open. All the lights seem to be on. Miss Epson? Miss Epson? Miss Epson? Go back. Get away from this room. What? Get away, you're all gel. I found Thalma Epson, only she was standing on a ledge outside the window, already for a leap into eternity. We'll return to yours truly, Johnny Dollar, in just a moment.

Now with our star, John Lund, we bring you the second act of yours truly, Johnny Dollar. Don't come any closer. I won't. Thalma. What? You better come in now. You don't want to do this. I'm going to do it. It's cold out there. Don't you think you're going to be here? I'm going to be here. I'm going to be here. It's cold out there. Don't you think you should come inside? You're going to jump. Stay away now. Don't try to grab me. How do anything you say, Thalma? Okay. I never saw you before. How do you know my name? I've seen you. No, you haven't. I remember people. Watch. It's going to light a cigarette. Do you want one? No.

Can I have one? All right. Where did you see me? In a picture. In your high school annual. You went to high school in Hartford. You know you. What's your name? Johnny Dollar. Are you from Hartford? Yeah. Step over there. Let me see your face in the light. No. You aren't from Hartford. You're lying to me. Mr. Dollar, I want to go. No way out, John. Why, Miss, it's you. Get out of here. Go ahead. Call the police. Yes. Of course, of course. Why aren't you talking to Call the police? I don't care. They can't stop me. Nobody can stop me. Maybe they won't even try, Thalma. I know they will. They'll talk to me just the way you're talking.

They try to get close enough to grab me. I wanted somebody to call the police. I want them all down there waiting for me to jump. I'm the crowd's big enough our jump right down there. I'm not afraid to do it. Why do you want to jump, Thalma? I have my reasons. Look. There are a couple of people down there who see me. They'd like to see me jump. I don't think they'd like to see that at all, Thalma. Oh, yes, they would. They might say they wouldn't, but they'll hang around. And if I don't jump, they'll be disappointed. Nobody wants you to jump, Thalma. Sure they do. Those people down there would love to see it happen. You'd like it too. If I wanted to see your jump, I'd be waiting on the street for those people. But I don't want to see you do that. And neither do they. I want you to live, Thalma. What's more people down there now? Oh, I'm getting the big lights up here, God.

Thalma, look. If you're broke, if you need money... Look, I'm coming closer. I told you before. I want to help you, Thalma. Nobody wants to help me. Nobody's ever wanted to help me. You're wrong about that. Floyd Turnbull wanted to help you. Floyd Turnbull? You met him? Yes. And he's still very much in love with you. After I stole money from him, you walked out on him? The money meant nothing to him. He still loves you, Thalma. Thalma? I don't love him. I never loved him. He thought so. He was just nice. Why did you leave him that way? I'm no good. Never have been, you know. I've never been any good to anybody. Would you like to talk to Floyd? No. I don't want to talk to him or anybody. I know.

But after I jumped, I want you to tell Floyd something. Sure. Thalma meant to send the money back to me. I didn't think it was that much. Thalma, never was any good at all. But I left him because of that. All right. You can tell him I loved him. He's your good, I think. All right. Go back! I don't care who you are. I go back after I jumped right now. Wait. Close that hall door. If you want to see me jump, you have to watch from the street down there with the others. Close it! You feel pleased? I suppose so. I don't know. He looked foolish. We all look foolish at one time or another. It passes. Do I look foolish? Yes, Thalma, you do.

You're not going through with this. In the end, you'll come back into this room and everybody down there will go home. That isn't true. You know that for the first time in my life I know exactly what I want to do. How I want to do it. I'm going to jump. From what I know about you, I thought you always knew pretty much what you wanted out of life. I never knew anything. And it's all botched up. I'd be happy one minute and crying the next. Things kept happening all the time. That's a tiresome. I should have died too. Then I wouldn't be here making all those people down there had bad dreams for weeks to come. I should have been with her when they were killed in that car. Well, won't be long. I won't be tired anymore pretty soon. Tell them I'll wait. Wait for what? They say you've talked to people who've known me.

Who know what I was and what I am. I didn't turn out the way they wanted me to do that. I mean, turn out the way I wanted to be. Look at me. Why should I wait? One man I didn't talk to had more faith than you than anybody else. He was an old man who sold newspapers in front of the Metropolitan Building. His name was John Lyndon. Old John. Thelma. Old John. Old John. You met him one day when you were a little girl. You met a lot in his life, an awful lot. You remember old John? Yeah. I was done talking after school, looking at windows. I had a nick on, I bought a paper from a sold man. I talked to him. He said I was a very nice girl and he asked me my name and where I lived. What did you talk about Thelma? About school. About growing up.

He told me I'd grow up someday. Be a lovely woman. He said, lovely woman. He was very nice. What else did you talk about? It's cool. He asked me what grade I was in. See, guess I was in there. Fifth grade or maybe the sixth? It's such a long time ago. But you remember it. Of course I remember it now. Where's John now? He died a month ago at Thelma. He left you all his money. What money? What money would that poor old man have? Insurance money. Comes to a thousand dollars. For lying. No, I'm not Thelma. That's why I've been looking for you. It's my job to see that you get the money that he left for you. He wanted you to have it. Why? I didn't know him when he got after you. But he wanted to help you. You're making all this up.

It's all a lie. No. No, look. What? He's proven right from the insurance company. Here. Trust him over. All right. You see? He wanted you to have something. It's old man. That poor old man. I want you to talk to him. Expansical item four. 350. Martinis. I needed them. It was my first and I hope my last experience with an intended suicide.

The psychiatrists who examined and treated Thelma Ebsen believe that she'll make a complete recovery in time. They say it'll take months to determine the exact cause of her breakdown. But as far as we're concerned, the case is closed. Claim filed. Expense account. Item five. Same as item two. Transportation back to Hartford. Total $84.15. Yours truly, Johnny Dollar. Yours truly, Johnny Dollar stars John Lund in the title role and is written by E. Jack Newman with music by Eddie Dunstetter. John Lund can currently be seen in the Universal International picture just across the street.

Featured in tonight's cast were Tom Tully, Jennifer Nolan, John McIntyre, Joe Kerns and Virginia Greg. Yours truly, Johnny Dollar's transcribed in Hollywood by Jaime Dolvayet. This is Dan Cumberley inviting you to join us next week at this time when John Lund returns as yours truly, Johnny Dollar.

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