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Classic Radio Science Fiction — Murder Is A Grave Situation. Machine-transcribed; use the interactive transcript above to jump the player to any line.
Now, the case of the Larsonis lock. Its late Wednesday night in New York, and an Arne Kessler's very private gambling club on E 69th Street, tall handsome grey-haired George Watkins stands at the end of the ice table shaking the dice cup in his manicured hand and makes his roll. Five's your number, right, oh? Once again, Watkins shakes the cup, come on, little five and makes his roll. Seven. Watkins smiles Riley shrugs lightly, puts down the cup and pushes through the crowd. He finds the door to Kessler's private office open and walks in. Kessler is seated at the desk. Oh, Watkins! Good on. Thanks. How did you go tonight? For you, fine.
I'm clean. Tough luck. Oh, bound to change. How's my credit? Stranged the limit. I'm afraid I'll have to close the book on you. That's all I wanted to know. Good evening, Kessler. Are you at dawn for thirty-five grand, Watkins? That's a lot of groceries. I understand. I'm a realist, Kessler. I don't fool myself, no false pride, so I have to face the fact. The moment I'm no big shot, I'm flat, I'm bummed, and restment. I'm surprised you carried me this far. Oh, you'll pay off. I'm glad you're so sure. It's my business to be sure. In that case, a little more credit? No, let's not overdo a good thing, Chum. Got to draw the line somewhere, you know. You just pay that thirty-five and you're going to have all the credit you like. All right? I'll get it. You bet you were Watkins. You bet.
All right, Rex, here you are. Just sign these papers and I'll run along. Just a minute, Watkins. We had to get this. How do you like this phrase? Da-da-da-da-da. Now you're right, it's corny. Then, maybe it's better like this. Da-da-da-da-da-da. Now, now it's better be four. Da-da-da-da-da-da-da. Rex, please, I've got to be going. Okay, Watkins, give me the papers. Here you are. Here's the pen. Okay. You know, it's funny. I had it the right way in my head, but it's gone. Da-da-da-da-da-da-da. Now, I tell you, if I could remember, it's terrific. All right, Rex, but look what you're doing. Sign in my name. I've got to look for that. Don't even read what you sign. We can't be bothered. That's what I pay Watkins for. My business manager, how Watkins? That's right. Now, these checks, right. I think you'd be interested. Interested? In warehouses and double entries and capital gains, I say it's spillage and to Watkins with it. Okay, Watkins, hey, you. Right, now you can get back to your work. And it's so long, Rex.
Good-bye, Mr. Long. I'll be seeing you. Hi. You've got to catch it. It's a natural belief, Ron. What do you know about him? Who? Watkins. Oh, great. Save me nearly 10 grand in income taxes last year. If you don't even check on him, I... Rita, Rita, I know what I'm doing. I make the mula. What concedes that I don't spend it faster than I make it? Who doesn't see he doesn't spend it? Oh, for the love of Pete Rieger. I mean it. You expect me to marry you? You've got to have some sense of responsibility. Yeah, sure, sure. Baby. Baby, there it is. I know I'd get it. You like it? Not bad. Not bad, it's great. What are you doing? Call him I know good of an agent. Rex, I'm trying to tell you. Not now, honey, not now. Hello. Hello. Hello, Haloryn. Haloryn, Wes and I've got a number, even you'll be able to sell it. Who is it? Who is it? The coal porter of the 50s. I'm telling you, I've got something that'll make you. Rex? Who else?
It goes with those lyrics I showed you yesterday. Now listen. Do you hear? Yes. Well? It's a nice tune, Rex. But you're not a kid. No, but, Salomon, this is it. How soon can you get it to Sinatra? The reasonable Rex we can't do. Now look, I don't want any argument. All the time I bang out songs that sell themselves, you try to sit on them. If it wasn't for that contract, believe me, brother, you'd be out, but fair. Listen to the corn ball. Why were you before I took you over? Strickly minor leagues. How's the big leagues in your beaten, huh? You got a nice tune. I'll go and I can't. Now look, shut up. I want you over here this afternoon. Understand? That creep always got to give me conversation. You think a guy'd get some encouragement once in a while, but no, nice tone, he says. And you won't even listen. Got a gap about what? I listen, Rex. It's just that I'm worried. Do you have to turn everything over to watch you? All right, look. I'll take it once more. It's slow. Now try to dig it this time, baby. Will you? When you're getting the chips, you're high yourself a business manager. Everybody does it. I'm not the only one. Thanks so much for telling me that everybody doesn't just sign papers and
checks without even knowing what they are. All right, let's not get in a hassle about it, huh? Well, if we're going to get married. Who says we're going to get married? Well, if it's going to be nag, nag, nag, nag, all at once. You're not serious. Maybe I am. I don't know. Why was only trying to be helpful? I don't. Why, yeah. Why? Oh, but Pete's sake. Look, baby, I got a great idea banging a lot of my head. I want to get it on paper. Do you have to pitch a hissing now? I'm sorry, Rex. I want you to cut it out. Honey, honey, look. I've gone it's listen. Will you? All right, I'll call Watkins. I'll get an appointment. See, he'll explain just how I stand for naturally. Black and white. Get it all figured out. Now, will you please turn off the Niagara and let me get to work? Oh, oh, Kisler. Hello, Watkins. Might have I come in? No, of course not. Thanks.
As a matter of fact, I have something for you. Glad to hear it. Yes. You are? Hmm. One, two, three, four, five grand. Oh, God. At least even thirty. It may take a little time. Oh, that's all right. Just so long as you settle up before you leave town. Leave town. What makes you think? You bought a ticket for Chicago this morning. How do you know? Have you been having me followed? Let's just say I have a very sensitive Ouija board. You see, Watkins, when I have money outstanding, I like to keep in touch. That's why I don't want you going away until the account is closed. I should have expected this. Very well, Kisler. You've got me. No, you're denying. There's the ticket. I was leaving. As a matter of fact, I'm on a bit of a spot. Let's face it. I am trapped. How strong? I'll tell you. Always was one for cards on the table. It's like this. That five thousand I just paid you came from Rex
Elber. Only Elber doesn't know it. I had counted on him for considerably more. From time to time, you understand. You can't rush these things or they show up. Well, Elber called a few minutes ago, wants to go over the account. I know what's gotten into him all of a sudden, but there it is. He's happy to face it. He wants me counting. I can't possibly explain the check I cashed it. If it hadn't happened so fast, you were going to run out. Well, what can I do? Perhaps if you give me back that five thousand and I return it to Rex, he may not press the charges. Sure. I blow five grand if Elber decides not to play ball. You're in the soup anyhow. It was a thought. I don't call that thinking. Well, what can I do? Elber isn't your only client. You have others. That's why I give you credit. How they watch closer. Still, I suppose over a period of time, I could raise the rest. Take it time. I won't rush things so long as I get payments on a card like this every so often,
but I don't have time. That's just it. Elber wants to show down today. Can't you stall him? I'll not for long. Only I could keep him from asking about that check that there must be something I can do. Not only there must be Watkins. The better, babe. Come in, Dazoh. Okay, now what can I do? Hey, wait a minute. What's the idea? What's the idea? Yeah? This room, Mike, wearing a lives the Falcon. Yeah. You him? I'm he. Well, how is my name, Vic Haloran? Rex Elber's agent.
Congratulations. On what? Being Elber's agent. He must be a gold mine. Gold and goose more like somebody kill him. Oh, yeah, so I'm here. I need to detect it. I heard a lot about you. I'll always figure anybody has a reputation. You must have something on the board. I can see the point. Should we go inside and talk business? No need. I'll only be a minute. I discovered the body, see? So I'm in a spot. Cops just put me through the ringer. Any reason you should be suspected other than discovering the body. They suspect everybody. Oh, and you get nothing to worry about. None more than anybody else. All right. It's like this, see? Who likes his agent? All the time, gripes. How come you aren't doing more for me? Rex and me had words often. Loud words. But he's my meal ticket. I'm going to knock off my own meal ticket. Oh, yes. The gold and goose. Get out of here, will you, Warren? Okay, Haloran. Try read a fawn, war of the zigzag club. You think she did it? She'll make stuff in it. How do you know? She's a damn. Rex is current. If I leave me anything like this, always include the day, man. I'll make a note of it. James, there's trouble. You can count it. Nothing but trouble. Haloran, you're speaking of the women I love. Take it from me,
Warren. Nothing but trouble. Spoken like a confirmed bachelor. Bachelor? I'm paying Alamoni three ways. Now get on it, Warren. Will you? Mike Wearing has been in Vic Haloran's employer for 20 minutes. Just long enough to get from his own place to the zigzag club, where Rita Vaughn has just admitted him to a dressing room. All right, Mr. Wearing. Now, what is it? Well, there's no question about it. You're a damn. What is detective? And James a trouble. Oh. I have it on the authority of a three-time loser. And you're looking for trouble? Rex Elba's trouble. Were you it? I was his name. But I had nothing to do with his death. So if that's all you want, you might as well run along. Who said it's all I want? I can tell you who killed Rex if that's what you want. Well, I'd like to get around with that angel, but I'm in no hurry.
His business manager, George Watkins. What do you say that? Rex had an appointment with Watkins today to check on Watkins' handling of Rex's affairs. The murder was a little too opportune to be a coincidence. All right, Rita, I'll check on it. Well, you can't check on it in here. Hey, you seem in a hurry to get rid of me. I'm on it a few minutes. I'd like to get ready. And the show must go on. You said it, Mr. Wearing. Maybe you think I'm taking Rex's death to... Maybe you think it doesn't mean anything. Look at that. I'll get out of here with you. Hello, George Watkins, Ron. I want to know Mike Wearing. Well, well, the Balkan. This is an unexpected pleasure. You must be on a kitchen. I must be. Can I have your drink? No thanks. You get around a lot.
I'll come you, you got around here. Could be. I like to live. Oh, you're no better than the Buck Pahouse percentage, Wayne. That's no way to encourage business. Some kinds of business I can do without. So you're looking for George Watkins. Yeah, I understand he's a regular patron here. I wanted to confirm it. You expect an answer from me? No, I guess not. Is that all you wanted? Well, I'd like to know how Watkins was doing. I didn't think you'd tell me. I'm not crazy. I start talking about my clients at first. I'd be out of business fast. Well, in the case, I guess I'm just wasting my time around here. I'm glad to realize it. Might as well be running. Oh, no need to run, Wearing. You can walk as long as it's to the nearest exit. Hello? Hello, I guess it's Johnny Kessler. Yes, Kessler. What is it? Oh, no, that Rick Silver wanted an accounting with you today. Well, I didn't know anyone did except you. Why?
Mike Warrick was just here at the Balkan. He guessed you'd been losing the tables. Oh, dear. Well, I actually still guessing I didn't give him anything. But if he's checking? I don't think he can prove anything. I don't think so. I don't think so. I don't think so. I don't think so. I don't think so. I don't think so. I don't think he can prove anything. But I know what you want to know. Yes, yes, thanks, Kessler. Well, look at him put him onto. Of course. That girl. What girl? Rita Vaughn never did care for her style of singing. Maybe I can figure a way to make her change her tune. Hello, Rita. Oh, Mr. Wearing, back again, huh? I thought I'd catch the last show. But as long as your table hopping, how about purchasing it mine for a while? Well, I only have a minute. I'll settle for that. All right. I've been checking on what can be done. I'll be back. I'll be back.
I've been checking on what can be done. I know anything. Uh-huh. He likes the gamble. Oh, well, I could explain. Uh-uh. What's wrong? Speak of the devil. Hello, Mr. Weapons. Hello, Rita. Am I interrupting anything? As you certainly are. But sit down, you old devil. I beg your pardon. Mr. Weapons, this is Michael Wearing. Wearing? Oh, yes. Yes, I have heard of you from Auntie Kesslerne. Why do you ask that? Why don't you answer it? I want to talk to Rita. Mm-hmm. Get in the line. I was here for a while. I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint both of you at times for my number. See you later. I'm afraid of talking about me wearing as Rita. I intend to. All right, ladies and gentlemen. Now here she is. A little lady of hope in waiting for her to play and sing for you. Rita Vaughn. Oh, thanks. Here we go. Thanks, Mrs. Weathers. Well, I have something that I hope will be a treat for you with the brand new number that I wrote myself. And here it is for the first time anywhere.
I hope you like it. I'm going to go back to the table wearing. She said something scary. Didn't you see her face when she left the floor? What can I do? I didn't notice. That's why I wanted to get back here to the dressing room. There it is. There it is. Somebody's in there. Yeah. Look out, what can... Let's see if the store's unlocked. Yeah, it is. Yes, Rita. Come to take you in my arms. Not while you're waiting shooting, I am. Sorry, wearing. Yes, so I see, Halloran. But let's not give her another shot at you. What are you doing here anyway? Telling her off. She's a crook. She hit me. That's why I grabbed the gun. It was self defense. She's a crook, a grave robber. Did you hit her? We were arguing. Did you hit her? What difference is it? She hit her, Halloran. Well, maybe I did. And the gunplay really was self defense. I told you. But I want Halloran to tell me. Well, yes, it was. All right. Then I can let her go.
Which is I enjoy holding you in my arms. Rita, I like it under different circumstances. Now, what went on in here? Well, when I heard her singing that song... Did you hear? I didn't see you in the club. I was over at the side near the door. All right, you heard the song. Yeah. She said it was her song. She made it up. I did. Rex called me this morning. All hopped up. Here's a new number. Place it for me over the phone. It's this very song, wearing. It's very song. I played it for Rex. That's where he got it. He said it was his. We were going to publish it under his name. We thought it would be more popular. Look, I know Rex's style. You can't... I know his style too. I was influenced by it. I admit that. But I wrote that song. That's a lie. I'll even if it is, Halloran. Is that any call to slug the girl? Thought if you just tossed that in because you don't like Dane. I couldn't help blowing my lid wearing. I'm sorry, but this crooked day... All right, all right, hold it. Rita, you say you made up this song? Yes. This morning, Rex was working on his tune. It was something like this one, but not the same. What can you wear there, you remember? Yes. Well, then, what can's left? And Rex and I were talking and all of a sudden it came to me. And you played it for Rex? Yes.
And he played it for Halloran. Yes. And he told me that I know what he told you. Did you play it for anyone else, Rita? Until tonight? No. And it's just your word against Halloran's. Well, yes, but I... I hope you hope to prove wearing. Each one will stick to his own story. Oh, I think I've proved plenty. What can... What? Who killed Rex Elder? You want? I've proved who killed Rex Elder. Maybe that isn't as important as who wrote the music, but it should determine who's going to have to face it. Who wearing? Well, considering that Watkins is in deep to Kessler, where'd you get that idea? Maybe from Kessler himself? You couldn't, why not? Because I... Because I don't owe him. That's not what Kessler told me, Watkins. He didn't tell you anything. What makes you so sure? He told me he didn't. And there must be something he could... Rita, look out! Oh, don't! Who made wearing? I've got the gun from her. What good do you think it's going to do you? Well, there's one sure thing. Won't do you any good if you make a move. So stay where you are all of you. I'm getting out of here.
15 minutes of pass since George Watkins grabbed Rita's gun and beat her hasty retreat from this exact club. Mike has used that time to hurry to Arnie Kessler's apartment. The Kessler's thug rocky is just how should him in. Here he is, Mr. Kessler. Yeah. All right, Warring. What is it this time? Well, I put you on kind of a spot, Kessler. I figured I ought to tell you. What kind of a spot? I told George Watkins you'd tipped me about his own you. He grabbed the gun and cleared out. I thought he might come here. Thanks for the warning. I can take care of myself. Sure, still I thought you ought to know. All right, but how come he fell for your bluff? Oh, I guess he's out of his element. I imagine that until today, except for weakness for gambling, Watkins stuck pretty close to the straightener of. Yeah. And since he really is in the hook to you, you see, he's running out all the clinch it. How do I know he ran out just because you say so? And I see you're not as green as Watkins. Disappointed? No, I expected it.
Well, there could be the answer to if I'm bluffing. Yeah, Iraqi. OK, Mr. Kissler. And just in case wearing isn't bluffing, that's Watkins checking for our territory. Right. I want to see Kessler. Sure. Turn around. Why? So far you're right, Watkins. When you get to know me better, Kessler, you'll never doubt me. I'm glad. All right, Mr. Kessler. Here he is. And here's his heater. Wearing. Hello, Watkins. I've been expecting you. I should have known. You are on his side, Kessler. That's what he wants you to think. But if he shut up, let me do the talk. Certainly, certainly. Might as well face it. I bungled again and played right into his hand. Maybe, but now we have him on our home ground. And please, Kessler, no violence. That's not what I had in mind. At least for now. As long as we're both here together, he can't play one off against the other like he's been doing. Oh, that's not necessary. I've proved my point. I wouldn't say so. You rattled Watkins, he lost his head, and came running to you. Why? To check on what you told him. He thought I might have lied about him.
You mean you wanted to see if you told the truth about him? It's not you, Kessler. I know he's in shock to you. Now that I know who the murder is, it's the only thing that makes sense. Oh, you know that, too? I sure am. Waring, I know how it looks. Out of the talking organs. Are you suggesting that Watkins killed Elba? Where? Oh, I haven't said that. But I thought you shouldn't jump to conclusions, Watkins. Well, but then I don't understand. Unless you think I'm the murderer, what difference does it make if I owe Kessler money? My relation with him doesn't affect anyone else. It affects Kessler. But surely you can't think he killed Rex. Why, why didn't he even know each other? I know they didn't. Well, then, oh wait. Elba demanded an accounting with you today, didn't he Watkins? Never mind, oh, no answer, but you know he did. And you've been juggling the account to pay off, Kessler, so you get pennicked. Well, shut up, Watkins. Yes. All right, you told Kessler about the spot you were in. You paid off part of what you owed him, but there was still a heavy balance. Now, Elba sent you to jail. Kessler would never get his balance. So he killed Elba to protect his investment.
You. So that's how many times do I have to tell you to shut up, Watkins? I'm the one who let the shut up, Kessler. But before you decide on the rough play, you so thoughtfully postponed before. You ought to know the police know I came up here. Yeah. I think I'd have stuck my neck out like this otherwise. Let's face it, Kessler. The jig is up. What's that, Halloween? You said my argument with Rita about the song is what tipped you to the murderer. That's it, didn't it? But if Kessler's the murderer, he had nothing to do with the song. That's just the point. What? He didn't know, Elba. Had nothing to do with it. Then how could he... Look, look, Halloween. Regarding the story, I think it's a story. I think it's a story. I think it's a story. I think it's a story. I think it's a story. Look, look, Halloween. Regardless of who really wrote the song. Either way, we know that until last night only you and Rita and Elba had ever heard the song, right? Yes. But when I was at Kessler's before Rita played it at the club, Kessler was humming the song.
He was. He was. So I knew he must have been at Elbrus. Remember Elbrus at the piano when he was murdered? He must have been playing the tune when Kessler killed him. And I see. So that takes care of the murder. Now everything is settled except who really wrote the song. Oh, that's settled too. Oh, it is? Yes, I was wrong. Rita wrote it all right. We had a long talk and she convinced me. Oh. Yeah, yeah. Yeah, quite a day, Mary. Quite a day, Mary. But you didn't like James. Who me? Oh, all I said was, Anybody who falls for a day must be nuts. Well, Mary. Take hands with Napoleon Bonaparte. Thank you.
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