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Science Fiction Radio — The Case of the Baby Brother. Machine-transcribed; use the interactive transcript above to jump the player to any line.
The craft foods company bring you the adventures of the Balkan starring less demon. Hello. Yes, this is the Balkan speaking. Oh, Carol. I'm glad you called. They left to come me out tonight, Angel. I've got a date to learn all about gambling. Some boys going to show me how to play a long shot and make myself a killing. This is Ed Hurley. He friends in fighting you on behalf of the craft foods company to listen to the adventures of the Balkan. You met the Balkan first in his best selling novels. Then you saw him in his thrilling motion picture series. Now join him on the air when the Balkan solves. The case of the baby brother.
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And once she comes to room two, see Miss Wayne announces herself in the one certain pleasure. Steve, Steve, let me in. I haven't safe, let me in. All right, give a guy a chance, what's in? Lock it. Why, what's in my... Lock it. Okay. Give me a drink. You starting kind of early day in? I said give me a drink. All right. Here. Let me have another. I'll wait until that one hits. Sit down. We got to blow town. Why? I saw Josh Brady in Times Square today. Don't tell me I'd recognize him anywhere. What's Brady doing away from Washington? It's obvious, there's no needy's after me. I've got to get out of here. Take it easy, Dad. Take it easy, take it easy. It's all right for you to talk. Brady doesn't know about you. Would it make things any better if he did? Well, if you hadn't thrown away the money I took from him on the horses, we wouldn't be in this jam. We've got no use crying over spilt milk. We've got to leave New York, Steve. You tell me how? Does 18 bucks left in the kitty? You know how far that'll get us?
How far are 100 from Roger Clayton? No, you won't. Why not? We've put too much work on that sucker. Let him get off with train fed. But if Brady finds me, forget it. Forget it. A man wants to kill me. Forget it. Get up. Oh! I behave yourself. Go on. Hit me. Hit me some more. You big hero. You don't know how close you are to really getting it. Well, what's stopping you? You enjoy it too much. Now listen to me. We've still got a chance to wind up with a bundle, but you've got to work fast. You've got to take Roger into camp tonight. No, I can't. It's the only way we haven't got time to string him along. You said the guy is nuts about you already. But... No buts about it. You want to get out of New York, don't you? Yeah. Well, if you want to get out alive, you'll go to work tonight. Well, where the devil did I put that thing?
You in the bedroom, Roger? Yeah. Are you going out tonight? You mind, Paul? Well, maybe I do. You haven't stayed home one night this week. So what? So maybe you ought to start taking it easy. Look, Paul, when I want your advice, I'll ask for it. I don't get me wrong. Kid, I only... I'm not interested in what you meant. I don't have to account to you for anything. Oh, yes you do. While you're living with me, you'll keep in line. Who's this gal you're running around with? None of your business. I asked you something, Roger. And I still say it's none of your business. I'm sick and tired of you running my life. Just because you're my brother doesn't give you a license to the town you want to go. What? I... I'm sorry, Kid. I didn't mean that. That's okay, Paul. I'm glad you did it. Because that's the last thing I'm ever going to take from you. Well... What do you say, Roger? I suppose I'm not very bright, Diana, but...
Well, really, I don't understand you. It isn't very difficult, honey. Remember this man I mentioned last week? No. We were sitting right here in the same booth. He's the one who's got all the connections in the stock market. Oh, yeah. Well, he found me this afternoon. He's gotten inside tip of me. I'm not sure if I can do it. I'm not sure if I can do it. Well, he found me this afternoon. He's gotten inside tip on a stock that his office is going in for a very heavy. He told me he's going to jump at least 10 points in the next two days. Well, I don't see what... If we play it smart, we can make a fortune. Oh, sure, but where am I going to get the money to invest in the first place? Barrow it. From home. Well... It's a matter with your brother, Paul. I wouldn't take a nickel from Paul. But I've got a couple of thousand of my own. Don't talk like a fool. How much stock do you think you can buy with a couple of thousand? Maybe 20 or 30 shares. It doesn't even pay. Well, then I guess we'd better forget the whole thing. We can't afford to. Why don't we see where we have any other choice? Well, how about your office? You mean Mr. Schnabel?
You're telling me it was one of the biggest betting commissioners in New York. Oh, look, Connie, if he knew. Why would he have to? Why don't follow you, Diana? You've got the combination to the safe. So? So, if you enter the office tonight and took say... 50 years, 75 grand. Forget it. Why? No, it isn't. By Tuesday morning, you'd have the money back. Well... I knew that last drink was a mistake. By Wednesday morning, we could be on a plane. Oh, why? Not Diana. Look at it, darling. We could do anything we wanted. You don't know what you're saying. All right, Roger. That's the way you feel. Wait, Diana. Where are you going? What's the difference? No. Come back here. Yeah? Well, at least give me time to think it over. Time is the one thing we don't have, Roger. If you're going to do it, you'll have to do it tonight. You've got to keep it the office, haven't you? Yes. Take this. Diana. Don't worry. It's on a safety. But what do I want with a gun? Great morale, builder, kiddo. Come on.
Put it in your pocket. Honey, just listen to me for a minute. I do. We won't have time to say goodnight. Move out of the corner of the roof. Please, baby. Let's be sensible. Roger, I am just crazy about you. No. Diana. Wait for me at your place. I'll call you the minute and through. 47, right? 51 left. 38. Right. What the devil's a matter with this thing? I'm going to get it. I'm going to get it. I'm going to get it. I'm going to get it. I'm going to get it. I'm going to get it. I'm going to get it. What the devil's a matter with this thing? Obviously, you have made a mistake. Why? It must be very difficult working with only a flashlight along me. Mr. Schnabel. Well, well, well. I suppose I ought to apologize to Roger for inconveniencing you. Listen, Mr. Schnabel. You're probably wondering why I came back to the office.
It was sheer destiny. For the first time in a year, I forgot my medicine. Now, why do you suppose it happened tonight, of all nights? Please, it makes you think it doesn't it? Now, a cynic might describe it to coincidence, but I prefer to... Oh, operator. Would you be so kind to get me police help? But I'm a son. I'm sorry, Roger. What do you say? But I'm a phone. I need a freezing sergeant, carbon. Oh, sergeant. My name is Walter Schnabel. I have an employee in the office. No, Mr. Schnabel. Who are you? Roger. I told you to put it down. Half. That's a shot. I told you to put it down. That's it. Is that clock, Fas Diana? I've told you it doesn't have time before. It's right on the minute, Steve. What do you suppose is keeping that schmalt? Oh, should I know? Is going to call you. The minute he was through. Yeah, yeah.
You don't think it'd be stupid enough to come up here without giving any... 50. All right. What are you waiting for? Hello. Is that your Diana? Yeah, where are you, Roger? Over at my place. Listen, darling. Don't talk over the phone. I'll meet your Tony in 50 minutes. It's no use. I didn't get it. You didn't get it. What? Schnabel came back to the office before I was through. He caught me trying to open the safe. He was going to call the police, honey. I told him to put the phone down. I begged him, but he wouldn't listen to me. I don't want to hear anything about it. You promise me it'd get the money and you'll let me down. Goodbye, Roger. You don't understand, Diana. I killed it. Hello? Diana? Diana? Mr. Clayton? Who is it? Police. I... I've been... We'll be with you in a second, officer. Come on, file open up. We're giving you a pair of warning. You haven't got a pair of... Clayton? Clayton? Come on, file open up. We're giving you a pair of warning. You haven't got a pair of... Clayton? Clayton?
Yes? I'm looking for a mic wearing the Falcon. I didn't know what the good book says. Seek initial find. Come in. Thanks. Nice place, you got here. Glad you approved. Sit down. I suppose I should introduce myself. It's customer in. My name's Clayton. Four Clayton. Oh, wait a minute. Didn't I read something? Yeah, it was my kid brother, Roger, committed suicide yesterday. Oh, yeah, I'm sorry. Why? He was a dead duck anyway. He killed the man he worked for. That's one way to look at it. Well, that's the kind of a guy I am. I've always believed in an eye for an eye. I hear tell the Falcon is the best private dick in New York. You want me to deny it? No, I just want you to prove it. Take a look at this picture. Hmm, not bad. Who is she? That's what I expect you to find out. She's the gal who got my brother in this mess. What makes you so sure? I found that picture in this wallet. Doesn't prove anything. It does to me. All right, Clayton.
Assuming this is the girl, and assuming I find her, what then? What do you think? I think you intend to kill her. Now, where did you get that idea? Now, look, Clayton. I know how you must feel about your brother. Never mind the pretty speeches. Will you find her for me? No. Okay. I guess there must be other private detectives in New York. Look, if anything happens to this girl. You'll yell, cuppa. Yes. I wouldn't do that for long. Because after I take care of her, I could drop back and take care of you. It's been nice seeing you, Erin. Let's both hope it doesn't happen again. This is End Hurley here, again, friends. I have a little suggestion for you, ladies, who wonder what you're going to do for some interesting menu ideas. And my suggestion is this. Just get a two-pound loaf of craft smooth melting, pasteurized processed cheese food, velvita.
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Now back to the adventures of the Polkan. An hour has passed since Mike Wearing was approached by Paul Clayton to hunt down the girl who was responsible for his brother's death. And now we find the falkan, he's in a cheap dive, doing a little hunting on his own. Hello, Eddie. Oh, hi, am I? So they can I have 60 seconds of your valuable time? Well, I'm talking to this gentleman here, right? Right. It's very important. Now, I says, too. He was buying, so alive. And that is a futile mine. Oh, no, go right ahead, sir. I'll try my luck at the slot machine, till you get through. Thanks a lot. Don't mention it. Listen, Eddie. I need your help. You said something about buying. Oh, yeah, bartender. Give Eddie a refill. And leave the bottle, Jack. Eddie, you want to watch it? Oh, I haven't touched this stuff in weeks, Mike. I'm, it's trying to break up a cold. Mm-hmm. Now, what can I do for you? Take a look at this picture.
Hey, how did you get there? And you recognize him? No. No, I should have. Because you know every grifter who blows into New York. Sometimes I think they register with you. I don't know this name. You're lying, Eddie. Now listen, Mike. I'm spelled her wishy. Yeah. Her name's Diane Wayne. Diane Wayne? Yeah. I can't get over it. I can't get over what? I guess they're right, but they say truth is stranger than fiction. I see that guy was talking to when you busted him. He won the war, he could find Diane, too. Certainly is a small world, huh? Yeah, yeah. Let's have a drink, aren't we? Hold it, Eddie. What's his name? Oh. The man you were talking to when I busted in. Oh. Josh Brady. What does he want with Diane and Wayne? Donalds ask him. That's a good idea. How are you doing, friend? I can't seem to beat this machine. Nothing but lemons on it. Eddie tells me your name is Josh Brady. Oh, huh. I'm Mike Wearing. Oh, I'm glad to know you, sir. Hey, that's the lemon. Those lemons again. You were new in New York, Brady? Yeah, I'm from Washington. I'm from Washington.
I'm from Washington. I'm from Washington. I'm from Washington. I'm from Washington. I'm from Washington. I'm from Washington. I'm from Washington. I'm from Washington. I'm from Washington. I'm from Washington. That way you met Diane and... I beg your pardon? Diane, Wayne. I just thought maybe we could join forces. I'm looking for a two. Oh. I'm most interested in you four. Enough. Well, if I ever get my hands on it, I'll ring her neck. I'm gonna have to stand in line. Not me. When did you meet her? Oh, about a month ago. You're alive, Mr. Wearing. Diane only left Washington a couple of weeks back. I looked Brady. I look Brady. I look Brady. No, I'm Warren, pedal your papers elsewhere. Let's suppose we sit down. A little hum, not analog to. I don't be a fool. Brady, you won't get away with it. Whoa! What do you know? I hit the jackpot. Yes. Nothing can stop me now, Mr. Wearing. This is my lucky day. Come on in, Steve.
Huh? What's the matter, honey? Did I frighten you? No, no, I just thought you'd be out there, am I? Lucky I got back in time. There was a man here asking for you. Who? He didn't leave his name. Just left his envelope. Oh, I see. I see. I see. I see. I see. I see. He just left his envelope. Oh, thanks. Well, aren't you gonna open it? It's nothing important. And why are you making such a mystery out of it? What are you babbling about? I know. If I received an envelope like that, I'd naturally be devoured by curiosity and who I found out what was inside. Well, I know what's inside. So do I. What? And one way bus ticket to Detroit. How do you know that? Elementary, my dear Watson. I opened it. I am a stake, I suppose. Yeah, I suppose. You know Steve, that's what I love about you. You're full of surprises. You're even a big wrap and I saw. Shut up. If you think you're gonna walk out on me and leave me holding the bag for Rogers, suicide you've got another thing coming. I was just going to Detroit to see if I could dig up something.
Ha, I'll beg. I don't be silly, sweetheart. When I lie to my wife. You certainly would. Look, will it make you feel better if you hold the ticket? Yes. All right, here. Now, you feel better? Much. What's the idea of tearing it? I just wanted to make sure you don't go off without me. You have Josh Brady drops around or anyone else. You'll be right alongside to take your bow. That's when I figured I'd better phone you, sergeant. That was very sweet of your mic, but I still don't see why. You don't see why. Two men have threatened the life of this girl in the past 24 hours. I only have your word for that. I want you to tell me the names of these two characters, because there's no reason to involve them. One came to my place and the other ran across by accidents. Pity, it couldn't hold on to the last one. I had enough work in my hands as it was. It took me another two hours in the bottle of bourbon to get the complete story out of Eddie Lewis.
Oh, whoa, slow down. 6.21. 6.23. Must be the next house. Yeah, here we are. Hmm. I had a dump. What floor, she live on? Second. Better brief me before we storm the heights. Well, according to my informant, this girl Diana Wain is working around all over the country. She worked by herself. Now she's married to a boy named Steve. I was, hey, no. Fix out the suckers and spend the money. I understand he did a system to beat the horses. I'd probably explain why they're living in a dive like this. Wait a minute. Two a, the... Must be the last one down the hall. And now there's nothing we can actually hold around. I know that, sergeant. All I'd like you to do is just throw a big enough scare into it so she'll leave town. Oh, she won't scare. Well, she will if you tell her that two gentlemen are looking for her with murder, is there a object to? I still got a feeling you haven't told me everything. You don't think I'd hold out on the police? Yeah, I don't. How do I know? Don't tell me.
Yeah, it's open. I get a guess what's inside. Go right ahead. A dead blonde named Diana Wain. Doing fine, Mike. Keep it up. What do you mean? Well, having supplied us with a body, I'm going to have to insist you supplies with the name of the party you're done it. Oh, no, look. Come on, pal. Start talking. You better if you want to save your own hide. What do you think of that? Well, there are some people around who might think you were responsible. What? How I'm not saying I'm one of them. Well, thanks. I'm keeping an open mind. Now, convince me you're innocent. I dare you. Remember, tomorrow at your grocers, you can get a wonderful new salad oil for your home-made salad dressings, you're cooking, you're baking. It's craft salad oil. The first salad oil for home use ever offered by the makers of all those wonderful craft dressings. Kraft salad oil is a lighter-bodied oil,
super-fined to blend perfectly with other ingredients. Get a pint or quart bottle tomorrow at your grocers. Ask for Kraft salad oil. Now back to the adventures of the Folk. Just a few minutes have passed since the discovery of Diane Wayne's body. And how much to the Folk and Surprise Sergeant Corp. regards him with a jaundiced eye. Alright, Mike. Let's start with page one. You knew this girl was murdered before we walked in here. You're being ridiculous, Sergeant. Well, who do you work for? No one. What about that guy who came to your place and asked you to find her? You mean Paul Clayton? I would know his name. He wouldn't tell it to me before. There was no reason before. He's the brother of the kid who committed suicide a couple nights back. Because of her? Yes. Wow. Yes, that takes care of everything. But you think Clayton's strangled her? Not you. What do you think a jury would say to that? You tell me.
It equid him in a minute. It's too pat. Look, if you're going to murder someone, you don't go around telling the world all about it. So where does that leave us? I told you there was another boy, Diana Trimmed. Oh. A lad from Washington named Josh Brady. And what about husband Steve? What about him? Well, don't you think it would be advisable to find out where he disappeared, too? You're certainly there with the questions, aren't you? Somebody's bound to ask them, Sergeant. Might as well start digging up the answers. See any idea what she's done? Yep. I can tell you that to the minute. Oh, come on, we're here. Notice those scratches all over her face, the broken fingernails. Yeah. Now she must have put up quite a battle with her killer. Now come over behind this bookcase. Oh. Yeah, in the battle, they knocked over the electric clock. So she must have died at 25 minutes past eight. Yep. So is the clock broken or just disconnected? Then let's try it. Here's the other.
Oh, you blew a fuse. Thanks. I never would have known it. Well, it answers one of our questions. Now let's see if Paul Clayton can clean up the others. Here? Hello, Clayton. Remember me? How could I ever forget Mr. Wary? Now I want you to know we found the girl. We? Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see your friend in the hallway. Mrs. Sergeant Corbett. I? Sergeant. Yes. Well, come in, gentlemen. Thank you. Now what's this about the girl? Her name is Diana Wain and she's dead. Oh. Is that all you can say? What do you want me to do? Pretend I'm all broken up. You know how I felt about her. That's why I would like to know what you were doing at approximately 830 this evening. Why? Because at the time someone put their two hands around her throat and squeezed, none too gently. What time was that again? 825 to be exact. Well, then that lets me out because from 7 to 10 I was in a bar near Times Square called Jack.
And you prove that sure by the proprietor. I was waiting for a man named Eddie Lewis. What did you want with him? I was told he could put me in touch with a girl. What happened? Well, he didn't show and I got tired waiting. Well, what do you think, Mike? Same as you do, Sergeant. I think we all better go on to suspect number two. I still don't see what all you gentlemen want with me. Well, I don't know about the Sergeant and wearing, but I came along to congratulate you. For what, Mr. Lewis? Doing something that I wanted to do. And if you need any dough for legal expenses, you just let me know. What's he talking about? What were you doing at 830 tonight, Brady? I'll probably play in a slot machine, someplace. You know, it's a funniest thing. I just can't stay away from those gadgets. Where was this one located at? I don't rightly remember. But you do recall being clipped by a girl named Diana Wayne. It's funny. I don't seem to like that either.
I've thought you all routine this isn't going to get you anywhere, Brady. The Sergeant, he could just prove it in five minutes. I'd like to see him try. That's easy. You've probably made it complaint to your local DA after Diana clipped you. All I have to do is call Washington DC and I'll have to hold the line, Sergeant. But now, I know who killed Diana Wayne. You mean Brady just gave himself away? No, I mean, he just gave you away Clayton. The heat's got you. In December, don't be ridiculous. Wait a minute, I'll take that back. It is possible for the heat to get you this time of the year. And you're going to find that out at Singsing, very shortly. And I'll take that back. And I'll look forward to it. I'll be back. I'll take that back. I'll take that back. I'll take that back. I'll take that back. Got time for one more, Mike. No, I've got to run, Sergeant. No, you don't. A couple of questions I want to ask you first. Well, why were on the subject? Is one I want to ask you? Do you pick up Steve Wayne?
Yeah, and Detroit. Lucky the bus driver remembered him. Steve gave him a ticket that had been torn up and glued together. It was like he was suspected he ran out in the Mrs. Sweet Kidding. So he left Diana alone to face the music? Yeah, but what gets me is how you knew that said music was provided for by Paul Clayton. Well, first of all, he had an L.A.B.I. for 830, whereas Josh Brady didn't. What kind of logic is that? Oh, the best kind, in a case like this, Sergeant. Because when Clayton was so ready with his L.A.B.I. It occurred to me that maybe Diana wasn't murdered at the time we originally thought. What about that electric clock? Just a prop supplied by the killer. Never could have belonged to Diana. How do you know that? Well, an electric clock works only on all of the major current, and in that section of New York. Yeah, yeah, sure. There they only have DC, direct current. Remember how you blew a fuse when you tried to get it going? Now, as a matter of fact, the medical examiner now says that Diana was killed around a quarter to seven. But what gets me is how you knew that.
I didn't. All I knew was that the clock never belonged to Diana. How? Well, when you said you were going to call Washington, DC, that DC rang a bell. Then I realized Clayton must have brought that clock with him to fix his L.A.B.I.B.I. Didn't I say all along that Clayton killed her? That you did. You wouldn't believe me. Well, he was the most obvious suspect, Sergeant. And we've all been conditioned by those mystery stories to believe that the most obvious suspect is always innocent. That'll teach you. Yeah, it's taught me a lot of things. The man would walk up to me this minute and announce he's planning to murder some girl. You know, the first thing I do now. Well, I set up a date in advance with some other girl, so I wouldn't have to end the evening with you. Good night, Sergeant. There comes a time in the life of every homemaker when she has to fix a dinner fast. And that's when craft dinner is such a help. You see, in just seven minutes' cooking time, craft dinner makes delicious macaroni and cheese. Wonderful tender macaroni with fine cheese flavor all through. Just like I said, in only seven minutes' cooking time.
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