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favorite podcast software. Today is our four thousand and fiftieth episode special and we're
celebrating with an episode of Screen Gild Theater featuring Brian don Levy. The original
airdate on this one is me the first of nineteen forty four and the title
is I'm Not to Remember. Lady Esther presents the Screen Gild players. The
Lady Ester screen Gild play Tonight and Night to Remember the Starling Players. This
is the seal Down. This is Brian down Levy to Night. Lady Esther
presents the Screen Guild players in Columbia Pictures comedy of Murder and Blackmail in Greenwich
Village, A Night to Remember. It stars Brian Dunlevy as Jeoffrey Troy and
Lucille Ball as his wife Nancy. The Lady Esther screen Guild players in a
night to remember. The address was thirty nine Gay Street, New York.
I had a strange feeling about the place right from the start. First the
scream and then, Jeff, Jeff, something crawling across the floor. Thirty
nine Gay Street, New York. You know, an artist might call that
Greenwich Village. A social worker might call it the slums. Sure. I
pointed all that out to Nancy, but she was sort of sensitive, I
guess, because you see, she'd rented the place without even asking me.
And well, anyway, you know how women are now, Jeff, I've
said it all before many times, and I'll say it again. If you're
going to write a novel about Greenwich Village, then you ought to live in
Greenwich Village, you funny man. Quite frankly, I didn't like number thirty
nine Gay Street. I don't think you would have liked it either. One
of those musty old brownstone fronts they'd cut up into small apartments. And when
we went up the steps that night and entered the hall, our landlord wasn't
exactly enjoyed to see. I wasn't expecting you, missus, try and not
till Thursday. Well, I thought, as long as the apartment was vacant.
You see, my husband as a writer, and he's very anxious to
get to work. Yes, we'll be glad to pay her for the three
extra days. Oh no, no, no, no, no, it
isn't that. No. No. You see, I haven't had the lights
turned on, and the apartment isn't cleaned yet. And I mean perhaps of
you to stay at the hotel tonight. Tomorrow. I could have everything ready.
Oh, but our furniture is on the way from Connecticut. It ought
to be here in an hour or so. I guess we'll just have to
Jeff, what was that? Well, it wasn't the six o'clock whistle If
it came from downstairs, missus, try, I assure you it's nothing at
all. Mister Turner, it happens again. What happened down in the basement?
That thing, whatever it is, it crawled across my feet. You
go to my apartment and wait for me there, Yes, yes, say
what achieve me? Oh you mustn't mind her, mister Troy. She's my
janitor, you see, an excellent work, as strong as an ox.
But when she works in the basement she gets hallucinations. That's absurd. Isn't
it. Yeah, yeah, silly. Well, if you'll lend us some
candles, mister Turner, we'll have a look at our little nest. Come
along, Nancy, Let you and me go up. Huh, Jeff,
it isn't up, it's down. Well, then let's go down and see
our look down. I forgot to tell you it's the basement apartment. It
didn't look so bad. I had a candle light. The living room was
pretty fair size, one door opening on the street and another opening on the
hall. And the bedroom had a door that opened right on a garden.
That's what I had. Nancy so excited. Oh, just imagine darling a
garden right outside your bedroom in the heart of New York. Why we can
even have a victory? Good soil too, lots of iron in it.
How do you know? Well, isn't that a horseshoe lying there? Jeff?
If you found a lucky piece, pick it up where all I wear
it? You just hold it tight. Make a wish? Oh, okay,
I've made it. Would you wish? Well? While we're waiting for
our furniture, I wish we could find a restaurant where they still have some
steaks. Cute name for a restaurant. Polly's stable must be a good place
to put on the feedbag. You fun, amen house everything well, a
martinis a swell, but I need some toast toast? What kind? Why
to rise? Oh, it doesn't matter. I just want to stick it
under the leg of this table. Look, Jeff, while you ordered dinner,
I'll go and phone the cleaners about our drapes. Well, I'm pretty
hungry and so we could be back soon. Huh. And two shakes of
a dry martini. Hey, listen, Dolly, it made me the river.
It's gosh. That's in the next booth, early nine, the base
for the part you heard me. That's all thirty nine Gay Street, the
basement apartment. Oh gee, Jeff, Jeff, Well, I was in
the telephone booth. I oh, excuse me. I didn't realize the waitress
was still here. She isn't the waitress. She owns the giant. Darling.
Meet Polly, Polly, Meet Darling, Hello darling. How do you
do now? Nancy? You were saying, did you see that man at
the bar with the hair growing down his bard in the scar on his chin.
Well, I heard him threatening someone in the next booth, telling him
to meet him in our apartment. Well, I couldn't meet in the telephone
booth, so I guess if they want our apartment? I distinctly heard him
say, thirty nine Street, the basement apartment, thirty nine Gay Street.
Yes, do you know the place? Oh? Sure, I live there
myself on the second floor. Oh you do well? And maybe you know
who? Yes? Maybe we're awful busy tonight, see you later, folks.
Enjoy your dinner, Jeff, she acted so strangely. What's it all
about? Okay, better find out I'm going over and have a talk with
that guy. No, Jeff, don't well, now you just wait there,
Nancy, Hi, you pell? I'm not your pall and keep their
hands to yourself. Hey, hey, just a minute, who do you
think you're shoving? I don't like it. No, maybe I like this
better? Ye ye, Jeff Darling, open your eyes. Speak to me.
Is that guy still here? No, he's gone, he ran out.
Okay, honey, what do we talk about? My hero? Now
you'll need two steaks. Won't be your stomach, I won't be your eye.
Huh, Home sweet home, And there's no place on earth I'd rather
not be, Jeff, it's off were dark in here. Yeah, lucky,
we bought these extra candles there were that gives us some light. But
don't you understand I left the candle it when we went out to dinner.
Oh well, it's blown out. Any little draft could do ou what's the
matter? Oh? My foot a stuff? Mate? Hey, look it's
a darn horse shoe, my lucky piece. No less, that's odd.
What's it doing on the floor you put on the windowsill? See that's right?
How did it get on the Jeff, listen to hear that noise?
Sounds like water running in the bathroom. I'd better have a look. Hey,
not without me? All right, all right here, put the candle
down on the floor. That's it, steady though it was being ad Nancy,
look from the candle moving. Gosh, Hey, what's so funny.
Look it's a turtle. It must have come in from the garden. You
put the candle right down on its back. Hey, I'll bet that's what's
been scaring missus salder too. Come on, now, let's have a look
at that bathroom here all Nancy. You see there's some water running out of
the tub. That's what I mean. Where did the water come from?
Well, we didn't fill that tub. That's right, we didn't. Oh,
I know that guy from the restaurant came in here to take a bath,
but he was very modest, so he blew out the candle and he
pitched horseshoes to drive himself off. You funny man. Oh, well,
there's no use getting all upset, Nancy. Who's sir? Maybe he's back
again, Jet, don't go, don't worry. I don't love a rniture
here. Oh it's just the furniture. Yeah, imagine being scared by an
overstuffed chair. It was quiet enough the rest of that night, but in
the morning things really started to happen. First of all, the police woke
us up, sorry to get you folks out of bed, but the neighbors
complained, fella lying in your garden without any clothes in our garden. Well
he's got a nerve. But going out there and get him out of there,
wake him up, Well I wish I could. It happens to be
dead. And then later when they had us look at the courts, Nancy
had to go and bloort, Why Jeff, Jeff, it's the man.
You had a fight within the restaurant last night. Now just let me get
this straight, mister Troy, about this exchange blows last night, Inspector,
there wasn't any exchange. Only two blows were struck. He struck my husband
and my husband struck the floor. No, Nancy pushed them once, didn't
I what's one little push? You didn't murder him, did you? O
me say, Inspector, I got a little dope for you. The guy's
name was Coughlin. Lewis Coughlin had an apartment up on the third floor.
Who told you that? Oh, you wouldn't guess in a million years.
Remember during prohibition this place was a speakeasy, Joe's Place. It was called
Joe had a partner, Eddie Turner. Yeah, that's right. Remember we
grilled him and when Joe disappeared, well, little Eddy's still around. In
fact, he's a landlord. That's joint. That's interesting, Inspector Hankin.
My name is Lingol. I have an apartment in this building. That's right,
Chief, I got his name on the list. I want you to
know, sir, if I can help in any way, Thank you,
mister Lingle. We may call on you. I'm in the phone book the
Lingle Arts Studios any time at all, inspector, any time at all,
Inspector, if you don't mind my putting in a world at all. Mister
Troy, Well, I think you should have questioned him after that conversation.
My wife overheard. You should question everyone in this house, mister Troy.
Remember you live here too. Oh that's silly. Jeff isn't the murderer is
type? Didn't say he was man bawling. Let's go up and look at
Kaufman's apartment. Wait a minute, inspector, just look at these books.
Murdering the Laundry, Murder in the Air, Murdering the Subway. Must be
a couple of dozen of them. Somebody got murder on the brain. Mister
Troy. You said you were a novelist. You didn't buy chance? You
bet? I wrote every one of them. Murder Mysteries by Jeffrey Yord.
That's my name spelled backwards. T R O Y y O RT. You
get it. Yes, didn't you write a book called Murder in Prison?
I sure did. How'd you like, an inspector, Well, I thought
it was the kind of a detective story that knits nits. Oh, you
mean all the clues fall into one place? No? I mean nits k
n I t s you spell that backwards, took and I and mister Hankins,
you're not a detective critic. Well, I guess that made me pretty
mad, made me want to show the inspector up. So while Nancy was
throwing some breakfast together, I sort of wandered through the halls looking for clues.
That was how I ran into Polly, you know, the girl we
met the night before. Well, one thing led to another, and then
she asked me in to have some coffee, and that's when it happened.
I noticed a letter lying on the coffee table, and quite casually I read
the address to mister Andrew Brule five oh seven West twelfth. Only Polly seemed
to get upset and she made a grab for the letter, but I got
it first, and just to tease her, you know, just for a
gag. There we are sort of wrestling for it, and I guess she
has her arms around me, when all of a sudden Nancy shows up.
Excuse me, I didn't mean to win to rock. Oh that's all right,
sweet, We were just kidding around, yes, over this letter.
Well, when you get through playing post office, mister Troy, your break
fist is ready, say I think she's mad. Let her go and he
cleaning. Nancy. Oh Nancy, wait a minute, you stay away from
me, you you blue beer. Oh Nancy, you're not jealous, darling.
That's silly. You're never jealous. I suppose, of course, I'm
not about when you're saying me that roast. You aren't jealous. Oh no,
just snad enough to car that's arling. I am not. You are
mad enough to call, say, mister Troy, I want to speak to
you. Now, look what you've done. Let's get down to your partner,
folks. A few more questions I'd like to ask, mister Troy.
Did you ever see this horseshoe before? Oh? Sure, that's my lucky
piece. Wasn't so lucky for Lewis Kaufman? What do you mean? I
mean there's gride noto on it, and these fans of hair from the dead
man's head. Wait a minute, are you saying that this horseshoe was the
murder weapon? Now you're getting hot, and I do mean heart most say
cheap. We check the fingerprints and out horseshoe. There, he's all right.
Who's yours? Oh okay, try get your hat and coat. Wait
a minute, he hasn't done anything. He wouldn't hurt a fly. Jeff,
Darling, don't go. You haven't even had your breakfast. That's all
right, baby, don't you worry. I had a cup of coffee upstairs
with Polly. Oh with Polly. Take him along, Inspector, and I
hope he gets light. Lady Esther has presided Act one of A Night to
Remember, starring Lucille Ball and Brian Dunlevy. In just a moment, we
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of A Night to Remember, starring Brian don Levy as Jeff Troy and Lucie
your Ball as his wife, Nancy. Jeff continues our story. Well,
they kept me down at headquarters all that day, but then some new developer
and turns up so that evening they let me go. Nothing else happened till
late that night. I guess I must have been sleeping pretty soundly when Jip
Jip wak up. There's somebody in this apartment. I can hear him walking
around. Well, tell let me sit down in this apartment. Hear that
sound. I wish I didn't. Don't go out there. You might get
killed. Yeah, I know, but if I just stay here and listen,
I'll die of fright. Your golf bag is standing here in the corner.
Maybe you can hit him with a golf club. I don't know.
I could never hit a ball. Oh well we'll try it. Come on,
there he is, Jip. I can see him outline against the window.
Were Okay, don't move now, I've got you. Oh dear,
sure you got him, only didn't know about it. Now he's gone.
This is no time to argue. Nancy. Turn on a light. Okay,
hey, Nancy. Look, he dropped his knife and knocked over the
screen. If men weren't so clumsy, they hey, honey, this isn't
our screen. I know. Mister Turner Lennard to me to cover the window
lard rapes got back. Well, there must be something about this screen.
That. Sure, there it is. He was scraping something off with that
knife, see it. Nancy's something oh seven West twelfth Street. That first
number looks like it might be a five five seven West twelve. Hey,
that sounds familiar. I wonder where I wait a minute, I know five
oh seven West twelfth. That was what was on Polly's letter, the one
she had to wrestle you for. And the name was Brule Andrew Brule,
and somebody didn't want us to know it. Well, it wasn't Polly.
It was a man. Yeah, and it wasn't Turner. He's not that
big. Listen who's that? Will ask? Yes, who's there? It's
me, mister Lingle. I heard a noise. I thought there might be
some trouble. Can I be of any help? Well, if you find
a stray heart in your throat, it's mine. It's all right, mister
Lingle. Everything's under control. Thank you. Oh that's fine. Oh good
night, Such a nice man, always wanting to help. Well, lad
doesn't answer the question of mister Brule. Say, Nancy, call me a
cab with you. I'm going in and put some clothes on it. Yeah,
it's after one o'clock. Well, if mister Brule is a respectable guy.
He'll be home in the sleep and I'm going to wake him up.
Oh that's well, except for one slight mistake. Mistake. Yes, we're
going to wake him up. Yes, what is it? Oh? Good
evening, madam. I'm sorry to disturb you, but it's very urgent that
I see mister Brule. Ain't no mister Brule here evening? Its morning,
and you ought to be ashamed. Good night, m cute kid, Jeff,
are you sure you had the right address? Absolutely positive? You know,
Nancy, it's funny his mail should be sent to a place where he
doesn't even live. I think we ought to check with a post office,
you know, darling. Not tonight. Well, no, I guess it
can wait for morning. Here's the clerk. Now, I'll go ahead,
Jeff. Ask him. My name is Brule, Andrew Brule, five h
seven West twelve. I haven't been getting my mail lately. Would you please
check and see if there's something wrong? Why, mister Brule? You gave
us instructions over a year ago to hold all mail in general delivery, don't
you remember? Oh he's so absent minded? Who's that? So? Sometimes
even forgets he's married. Well, let certainly clears things up for me,
does mister Brule? I guess you just forgot you. You called up here
about an hour ago. I did. Surely you asked if anyone had tried
to pick up your mail. Solid kind of worry. Oh, he's just
the worrying type. Come along here, the rub is waiting. Come on,
Yes, so well, thanks, old man, much obliged. Not
at all, mister Brule. Don't Jeff, what do you think? H
I think mister Brule is worrying too. It's pretty clear now, Nancy.
He's mixed up in this murder some way, and he knows that we've gotten
a line on him. Hell, next thing, I guess he'll come after
us. Jeff, what do we do? What can we do? Just
sit type and wait and when he comes, we'll Jeff, what time is
it now? Just a few minutes to midnight? Midnight? M hm?
Say what are you so scared about. We've got all the lights on.
I've got my trusty mid iron here and hey, hey the lights. Who
turned those lights off? Not me? And it must have been the fuse
boxes out there in the hall. Jeff, there's something coming through the door.
Steady nose, steady Nancy. All right, you whoever you are,
better give up. I got you, covered him, I got him,
I Nancy, I got him. Give me a hand with it. Yeah,
I saw them with something, Nancy, cheer anything. I'm happy daring
take that to a nasty man. I'll teach you to hurt Jeff. I'll
teach you to Hey, Hey, what hit me? Jeff? Hits you?
Oh? Darlly, I'm sorry. It's so dark in here? Maybe,
but I can see stars. Hey, the murderer? Why did he
go? I don't know that was a Georg Jeff. He must have gone
out. Hey, listen, police whistles. How did the cops get here?
How do you think I call him this afternoon? Look the lights are
on again. I must have fixed the fud? Say, did you call
the cops or the electricians? Nice work, missus, Troy. We nabbed
him, all right. Who wasn't Inspector mister Andrew Brule alias mister Lingle,
Mister Lingle who lives upstairs, the one who wanted to help? Oh?
That was affront, like his art studios were just affront for his blackmailing,
blackmailing. Sure he was collecting from every person in this house, and they
didn't know that brul and Lingle were one of the same. But how could
he blackmail all these people? Oh, easy enough, just get something on
them that might embarrass them. Funny the things that people will try to hide.
Since he only spoke over the phone to them, they never guessed who
he was. Yeah, but what about Kaufman? Why was he killed?
Well, I guess Kaufman was the only one who suspect to the truth,
and when he insisted on having a showdown, Lingle had to kill him to
keep him quiet. Well, I guess that's that case, Inspector. I
sure am glad. I was in on the finish finishes right, mister Troy,
only it might have been yours. We just took this knife off Lingle.
Pretty mean looking, isn't it. I mean he was going to missus
Troy's He's fainted. Oh dear, oh dear, Jeff, open your eyes.
Darling get up, Please, get up. You've got to get up,
jif you got your good suit on. Thank you Lucille Ball and Brian
don Levy for the most entertaining a half hour. Well we ought to thank
you, mister Bradley, because it's really been fun. All of us appreciate
an invitation to play here because we know what wonderful work is being done by
the Motion Picture Relief Fund in its country house in Clinic, a work made
possible by these radio broadcasts. Brian don Levy will be back in a moment,
but first, a word from one of America's foremost beauty authorities, Lady
Esther. Thank you miss Ball. Ladies, if you've ever watched an artist
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And now kill Again is banned on, Thank you, mister Ball. People
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Ronald Coleman. Be sure to listen. The seal Ball appears through the courtesy
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appears through the courtesy of Paramount producers of The Hitler Gang. Music on the
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Truman Bradley speaking for Lady Esther, saying thank you and good night everyone.
This will see me as the Columbia Broadcasting System. Welcome back. Well,
this is actually the first time in sixteen years of old time radio podcasting that
I've recorded an episode featuring Lucille Ball. I think I may have recorded an
app extra featuring her, but unless I did something during the war, and
the podcasts not any recent conflict, I've never had her on the podcast,
so it's a trait to have her, even though I don't think this was
a role that really allaned her a whole lot. I did watch the movie
beforehand, and I won't go into too many details, but in many cases
it was an okay film. It starred Brian A. Hearn and Loretta Young
in the roles that were played by Brian Don Levy and Lucille Ball in this
particular adaptation. It had a good premise, It meandered a little bit,
and I think the radio story is a bit more compact. The story was
interesting. It featured Sidney Tollier not playing Charlie Chen but playing the police officer.
Also had a really different style of comedy, went for a lot more
of a subtle feel, which when you think about all of the screwball comedies,
really makes this a bit unique for a detective film. But part of
what it was doing was poking fun at the conventions of the amateur sleuth story
by having mundane ordinary things happening, and in particular by having the police be
competent. They had one moment in the movie where Jeff, the Mystery Rider,
tells of an encounter with a suspicious person and demanded the police bring her
in. However, an officer had already arrested her to bring her in for
questioning, and immediately brought her in, which is a parody on the idea
where the amateur sleuth tells the police to bring someone in for questioning and the
police are just waiting on pins and kneels for the amateur sleuth to say,
oh, yeah, you've got to bring this person in to be questioned.
And that's the sort of humor that tended to predominate. And the plot,
as I said, was pretty involved. It got simplified a lot. I
almost wonder if it was too simplified. I did the Green Guild Theater version
of it because it featured Bryan don Levy and we also get to hear a
little bit of Lucille Ball. But there is a lux Radio theater version and
we may end up playing that eventually, which may fill it out a bit
more. Now, one thing I will say about this, if you are
interested in finding it, you want to be sure that you look for nineteen
forty two film to remember. If you do a search for a not to
remember on its own, you end up coming up with a nineteen fifty eight
film that's about the sinking of the Titanic. So ironically, this film is
the forgotten not to remember. Well, now it's time to thank our Patreon
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in Cleveland. Yeah, well Cleveland's game as our loss. I liked you.
Maybe they had a hot spell in claymood. Huh he never bothered me.
Yeah, you ought to be used to that by Now let's talk about
you. Stay. How is dines please eat? Yeah? So I noticed
your life bottom yea, I am depending it all the time. Regular ways
are unders now. I was staying sure, sure, yeah, yeah,
making a little deal. Yeah, who waits? Fine corns on rye,
that's one corn? Are you? The cup blasted it up? So you
said right this week? That's all right here? No, no, no,
I'll fix it up. So only thick I get it. I said,
wait's all right now? How about a cup of carp here? And
I'm all at Denny. Yeah, I said you were going off duty.
Yeah, I know, I'm just finishing up a couple of orders. Are
you here, I'll get my never mind the heck, come on, Dunny,
I'm hopped out front. I hate to getting wrong with the tops.
Yeah, okay, let's coup a boss. I already told the boys get
going, sir, just stay there and enjoy your family. Yeah, so
on a waiter of course, of the guy who called me a white faced
young kid sweating with his black tip under his left bend. They walked outside
and got into a car park in front of the restaurant of all things,
a limousine or deliveried shoulder. I watched through the front doors that pulled away,
picked up the Lisa's number, and called the deparmit of motivating the car
along a mic Sheldon. None of the voters of the North Beach section of
Uncle Mike, a white head, jolly faced gentleman of dulbious means and still
more dulbious methods, who had something to do with politics. What he had
to do with a weasel like Freddie Mulloy, much as a poor waiter boy
at Barney's, was something to frinder. I cidled back in my book and
attack the corn beef on wheat my head teeth. Instead of going all the
way through the sandwich, which is the way I like it, struck something
firm and unyielding. I falls in between the lettuce and the bread of wax
paper envelope. In so I was a fifty dollar bill and a small photograph
of a blonde Then either waiter had spilled great words in the corner. I
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