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Dan Holiday Box thirteen with the style of Style mfectures, Alan laugh as Day
Holiday Buck th teen, Fuck than teen, fuck Holiday. Why did you
do whatever a soft job as a reporter to become a freelance writer? Or
why did you ever advertise for a trench? Or why will ad men?
You feel like a kid with a box to stacker Jack. Now you can't
stop. You might run across the juicy peanut or that grand prize is supposed
to become an each into every package. But you know by now the storylines
like money don't go on trees. Susie, where have you been? You're
in a where a pianist holiday doctor startin doctor the mail oh yes, the
mail box and Box thirteen, Botch thirteen starring Ellen lad As Dan Holiday No.
Box thirteen starring Alan last As Dan Holiday Box thirteen. I wish I'd
never readed this thing. Whish I'd never even thought of it. I d
her day you're early this morning? Well, I had to see if my
new secretary is on the ball, you know, since you restudate from that
nutstep he does jack time, I'd work my fingers off the elbow for you.
Awful, and I'll take it easy, Susan. You'll need those elbows
to lean on when things get ball around you. No, things don't get
ball around you, mister Holiday. Hey, well that's your writing, a
love lest Yeah, it's a love letter to your publisher. He wants to
know where are the chapters repmments for the new book? And what are you
telling him, Susan, A lie, I think that one. Thanks.
By the way, where are those chapters just to holidays? If I had
some mind, secretary to have a lot of pigs to work. You don't
like extracting the Susie. I don't like your worried look when you don't have
chapters. You have that look like a chinchilla coat in the dime store.
It's the hallmark of my professional susie. Sorry, what was in box stoke?
Teen day? Some goop? Once? You should fly to Mars with
him in his homemade rocket. Oh brother, Oh yeah, there was a
ticket to a radio broadcast radio broadcast jokey soap projects, Time for Drama darring
Geen Blake APMs, get at broadcasting studio now, who would want me to
go to the radio show? The advertising agency eighty Those guys don't read adventure
watadad two those are joining up singing commercials. Someone wants you to go to
that broadcast? Awful bad Yeah, she wrote please in the back of the
lamplet she yeah, see, and I don't like a casing the sticks once
you wrote this book is the color of blood. And no you have retained
my dog. I am alive again. The wind is down, but still
the seas run high. Time for Drama has presented the winds out Time's gloom
Blake in the Past where Robber Taylor as John and a Swan as Grandmother and
Marvin Masters and masked the butler that that ccs a Federal Broadcasting gunner. Sorry,
sir, we're closing the studio. Huh oh sure, Sorry, I
admitting some one and assistood there as someone in the cast trip as it could
be. I think they've all gone, but you might private stage hampering.
Oh thanks? How do I get there? Around the back of the building,
sir? Just opposite the parking lot you boulevard hit the what where's you're
going? Sorry? I didn't see it coming around the corner. You autograph
hounds always lover up the chrease. Well that I will not give you mine
step aside? Oh john't mind means and he's just an old him that has
been whoa, that's a heavy honker ham Who is he? Pop? Name
is Marvin Nastasy not the Marvin nasts Yep, he's washed up in pictures two
on the stage too? Does bitch on the air? Now? Say didn't
I see him play a butler on time for drama? Many O? The
might he have fallen? Say? Pop? You read that like an actor?
One? One oh nothing? Mc masterson. Of course is that can
appreciate how we must feel? Well someone else did too when he said fame
it is the flaw of a day that dies from my next sun rises you
an attution no writer name wouldn't be Dan Holiday, would it. Yeah,
that's fine. Got a message for you from home. No, No,
found this note on my desk. If mister Dan Holiday comes around, ask
him to go to the Mayfair restaurant. Hey, what is this? I'm
getting passed around like a collection plate. When you catch up to a give
her a pencil at lipstick smeared up my call sheet. Oh, Monsieur Halliday
did an answer if you went for us may Fair? Ye have yet to
us too long, working hard on right by the way. But tonight you
relate you have? My name? Is your holiday? What do you mean?
A charlming young lady waiting for us to a saving Oh, i'd hope
you'd come to holiday. Why you're you're Jean Blake. Yes, I must
talk with you A lot related on her. Now what is the soul about
her? Oh? I suppose I am being rather mysterious. I'm used the
mystery besides not only a pencil? What's your problem painful? Yes? That,
let's take your right notes. Swift comes off on things. Oh,
I'm in danger, not holiday grave danger? Why come to me? I
know about you? From box thirteen you advertise adventure wanted will go any place,
do anything I need help. So so, mister Holiday, I'm going
to be killed. I'll do anything you were which must help me? You
must? Oh no, look, this's play. I'm a writer enough to
detective days. Yeah, he called for you. Yeah, i'd love you
in your bowl call? Oh sure, excuse you please? Hello? You're
adau tonight, aren't you? Estrama? You must be psychic? Who is
this? If she be psychics? I am you? See when I read
it, I know you will let me a young woman saying that's you.
You can't help her? Oh surprise, yeah, a little that makes you
so sure. If you don't des sent her away, you won't be able
to help her or anyone down that. I don't say. Something else you
don't see? Is it? God? It's aimed precisely between your eyes.
No, don't look around. You can't see it from there. But an
expert marksman and you, however, every move you're you're an investor. Interesting
situation, isn't it? Hundred people around you and you don't know which one
you're speaking women, or which will shoot you if you don't do what you're
told. That girl Holiday, now it's blake. You will help me,
miss Blake. You're simply mus we'll be anything. I don't want your money,
Miss Blake. I want you to see the police. You won't help
me. No, that's final. That's final. Very well, good buying
metalby nice going holiday? A young woman in the sets, please for helping.
What do you do? Send her out into the night alone? But
you had to do it, But that madman on the phone wouldn't hurt somebody.
You've got to find her in fast, honor, honor. A girl
will just left Jean Blake. Would you see what she went? You meet?
She will talk to Pie. Oh this is the park, but no
Jean Blake. Oh that's she is. It's Blake's Blake. Wait all ry
miss Blake, Dan Holiday, what I think I'm time for thanking? Get
him Mico quickly? What did I do? What you seen? Miss Blake?
Thank you? Oh no, I'm not trying to be coup. Can
you tell me who's been seven? It's only one thing we can do.
Go to the police. You can relax now on holiday. You know off
that book, the Blake girls probably back home and you can bet they put
a cop to stand guard at the door. Sure Holiday, this would have
made a great springboard for a yarn. But you're out of it now,
so I just forget the whole thing anyway. What would you have done for
the last chapter as chapter m of course, sir, if you should go
back to the night fair, but lunch tomorrow you just might run across something
interesting. Oh I should done holiday. I had thought as much. I've
seen your pictures on dust jackets of your very exciting books. I'm a fan
of yours. I have a seat, mister Masterson rad nicely. Have we
bumped into one another before, well, i'd call it a near miss,
but along with a few million others, thought i'd recognize you anywhere. Personally,
i'd detest dining alone. Since no one was with you, I took
the liberty my pleasure, sir, Thank you all my dinner here. Your
voice is very distinctly, mister masters, and seems I've heard it just reacently.
Of course, was on the radio. I've been doing a bit of
that, you know, simply for a musement of chorus. Oh yes,
oh yes, I saw you on Jean Blake Show last evening. You bake
the button. Yes, I asked them not to credit me. He's just
dabbling with radio a new medium. You see. Well, I'm sure the
name masters and means a great deal. Gave me the radio audience, the
public, sun, the yard again, the phony connect. Oh thank you?
Hello, Hello, I know you come now? Hello? Oh good
lord Holiday. That's right, Jeans Blake, she's just a murders. You
are listening to Box thirteen starring Alan Ladd as Damn Holiday and now back to
Box thirteen starring Alan Ladd as Dan Holiday. Well, what a sleuth you
turned out to be a Holiday, just sitting on a mutual admiration session with
a tired old hamm actor and the gal you're trying to protect gets knocked off
old at mac. Where do you think you're going? Let's play miss Blake,
Dancy and nobody. Yeah, that's for sure. She's dead dead?
Are you crazy? Mister? I've been here all the time. Which part
of the duplexes hers upstairs? But your condes it? Yes? But I
come on plus it in see what I mean? Suicide? Huh? What
did you take? Suicide? You better look again. She was shot.
That's the impossible. I'd have heard something. I've been here six hours and
I ain't heard no shot. But there were three shots I heard them just
thirteen minutes ago. You heard them? You wasn't here fifteen minutes ago?
Or was here? Are you? I told you I've been here six hours?
Didn't you leave for cigarettes system? I told you I've been here.
Yeah, I know you've been here six hours. But who was around before
I got it? No? One at is? Nobody but them, Nobody
but the tenants of the other department, an old guy and his daughter,
the name of Masterson. Masterson. Look, Mac, do you know too
much about this? I'm holding you till I get the inspector down here,
sir, when your pawn an tell headquarters to send along a magician's man you
you didn't hear any shots. This thing must have been done with nurse.
Did you talk to miss Blake camfter you left her last night? No?
Until she phoned me this new inspector at the restaurant. She phoned you at
the restaurant this moon. Noah, that's right. I was having lunch with
the guy from downstairs, Mardern Masterson. I got news for your holiday.
If you talk to anybody, it wasn't Miss Blake. What do you mean
she couldn't have telephoned you. She's been dead over twelve hours about the holiday?
Holiday? Where's that good ear you're supposed to have? Sure you would
swear was with Blake's voice, But she was dead twelve hours before. Look
holiday, you're trying to find the last chapter. But even you couldn't write
this one. But it was her voice. Come on now, thank holiday?
What did she say over the phone? What I told you about?
I know you you would come down. It was something else that came over
the choire, something a good ear would have picked up. Oh you would
come now, only you would come down, Thank holiday? Thank What else
did you hear that phone? O'clock o'clock summing the Westminster at each shimes?
Yeah, ny, yeah, miss Masterson, I'm that holiday? Oh yes,
good evening. Why did you come in? I'm sorryling truth not at
all. Father told me he larns with you this noon. Oh yes,
is your holiful? Oh? Is there something I can do? Oh?
Yes? Answer if your questions? If you will look at about that pool
girl upstairs. The police have already questioned fatherly extensively, for he was so
upset he went out to our beach Scottish for a few days. I like
very much. Now, don't you get your information from headquarters. Nope,
Why you see I know more than a police too. Isn't real holding evidence
of crime? Is the holiday? Yes? So it was eighty and of
Becking hum murder. I'm afraid that's not very clear. Some details of not
clid. And that's why are you insinuating with No, I'm accusing, accusing
whom of what? A father and his daughter of murder and a becking a
murder respectively. I don't think so. I get it. This is just
a guy cooked up between you and my father. Well, it really isn't
very funny. It's no game. Your father murdered Jean Blake, and I
believe you helped me, miss Masterson. And now I'm sure is my silence
that expressive? No? But your clock strikes the vestments to chime time.
I don't see what they've got to do with it. I see several things.
Your fancy record player, for one, it does have an attachment for
making me call him, doesn't it. Mister Holliday, you have no right
to ask questions, but at least got all the information they wanted, but
not the evidence to convict Marvin Masterson. I know he's a murderer. You'll
have to prove that. This noon, over the phone, I heard Jane
Lake calling for help. Then I heard the shot that killed her. Well,
if my father was dining with you at the time, how could he
be the killer. I heard the murder, but not at the planet was
committed. It was you, miss Masterson's and telephone near the restaurant. Are
you trying to say I'm clever enough to go through that shooting room? Teen?
And then faked Jean Blake's voice over the phone. It was miss Blake's
voice, all right. However, I heard it twelve hours after your father
killed her in this apartment. Later he carried her body upstairs. It's fantastic,
is it? Mind? If I go through this collection of records,
I should find the one Jean Blake was forced to cut on this machine before
she was shot to dead. Don't tell you that you did play that record
I heard on the phone, Yes, but I thought it was a joke.
Father was playing on someone. He found me a few minutes before and
told me what to do. What did you think when you discovered Miss Blake
was dead? I was branded. He'd keep all the warming, forget all
about the records. He reduced to answer any of my questions. That's all
of it. My father can't be responsible for this tragedy. She's just a
broken old man. He was the idol of millions for so long, and
now they don't want him anymore. I was breaking his heart. Please,
if I'm taking you to forget all about this, mister Holiday, I thought
might be innocently involved, but I don't say you can't protect your part from
them, like the change. What were I doing? I'm sorry, miss
masters Inda, but I'll have to take that back out touts that cabinet Holiday.
Oh you didn't like the bach Masters and I didn't go. You're too
clever to be out of my sight. Being at this end of your gun
might indicate us a live but I don't like guns pointing on it out that
way. Hey, I'm trying to shoot you. Oh you're so right.
Fortunately you got in the way. Are you convinced now that he killed his
blanket? Yes, I'm afraid I am. How did you know it was
done here? Not up in Jean's apartment? Jean didn't have a clock.
It strikes the lessons to ad Ea Chimes. That is Bots thirteen, starring
Alan Ladd as Dan holiday. What is stationed hut is a plot? The
posts and begs, the beg's arms of homage from the throng and off the
Throng denies its charity holiday. What's that inspected? I said that Masterson was
a fool. Imagine his insane jealousy of a young performer leading him into a
murder plot. Oh, I know, but after all, look at it
from masters suspire point. It's been a great star and I was produced to
playing a bit and support of a girl who considered a nup star. Still
bad, yes, just thinking with a right on him. He figured if
he got a bit of her, they might be built a shot on him.
The old boy was nutty as a pack of peanut brittle. Yeah,
misty Holiday, should I go over the star? Time? If you looking
back thirteen or not? This morning, Susie. Today we work chapter for
our publishing chapters for Deer publisher. Good. Oh, say, before we
start, there's a letting here for you, a let her. What's it
say? It's from the man who won't the apartment building where you live.
Yeah, it's say, Yes, that's the past. To get it up
or get out? Oh fine, next week, same time, Ellen,
Lad stars as Damn Holiday in Box thirteen, Allen Ladd Affairs through the courtesy
of Paramount Textures and May God Leaby Dean and Wild Harvest. Box thirteen is
directed by that Headeger with an original story by Frank hart Toss. The part
of Susie is played by Delba Pecker. Original music westm posed and conducted by
Ruddy Straker. This is a Mainfair production, Welcome Back. This is an
episode you really have got to put your own personal wayback machine on to really
appreciate. A recording being used in a murder isn't something we would consider a
clever device nowadays. Right off, I can think of three separate episodes of
Colombo where the killer used a recorder in a much cleverer way than the killer
in this episode. In fact, you have to say this was just overall
on behalf on behalf of the killer, a very clumsy job done because he
didn't take into account that the police would be able to figure out the time
of death. He figured, well, I'll go ahead and my daughter will
play the recording and I'll be eating it with Dan Holiday, and never thinking
that the police could figure out that twelve hours earlier. That is when she'd
been killed. So not a great effort by the villain here, so kinda
weakens it. But remember this is nineteing forty eight. They had not seen
or heard near as many mystery shows, and the antie had not been raised
so high, so to speak. So still, I thought it was a
very good episode, and I thought they had some good tension at several spots.
So all right, Well, that's it for this week's episode of Box
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