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Here is The Purling Matter Episodes three, four and five from Hollywood.
It's time now for Johnny Dollar. Your numbers ringing now, mister Dollar Aimwell
agency Amwell Detectives. Is what are you calling? I want to talk to
mister Rainwell. My name's Johnny Dollar. I understand your agency has been looking
for the Pearling Girl for about a year now, Oh you do? Huh?
And who told you that missus Pearling? I never heard of you or
her or a girl saloon. This is the operator where you cut off,
mister Dollar. I'll call them back, never mind, call me a cab,
honey, I'll talk to them in person tonight and every weekday night.
Bob Bailey and the Transcribed Adventures of the Man with the Action Packed Expensive out
America's Fabulous Freelance Insurance Investigators Truley Johnny Dollar Expense accounts submitted by special Investigator Johnny
Dollar, two Eastern Liability and Trust Company, Hartford, Connecticut. The following
is an accounting of expenditures during my investigation of the Pearling matter. Item seven
three dollars Camp Fair, my hotel to the office of the Amwell Agency.
A red headed girl at the switchboard looked me over like I was a car
she didn't want to buy. I told him my name and that I wanted
to see Nile's Amwell. She told me to sit down and wait. Three
minutes later she waved me down a long carpeted corridor. I followed directions a
typewriter clack Somewhere. Men in those suits with a little shoulders and hemstitching for
lapels moved in and out of offices. It looked more like an advertising office
than a detective agency. Finally I opened the door and stepped into a small
room that was decorated in gray, gray walls, gray carpeting, great draperies,
a desk, a brass lamp of finding cabinet, and a man were
there. He didn't get up when I walked in, but slouched back in
his chair and let his ball head rest against the wall. You're kind of
determined, aren't you. I suppose so your aim well mm hm. On
the phone, I told you I didn't know what you were talking about.
Now I'll tell you again. Don't slam the door when you go out.
What are you paying rent here? If I've got it figured right, you
wish you weren't paying it. But then a place like this draws a snappy
a crowd of clients. So what you've got in the end is more clients
and more rent, No more money for yourself. Now that you've said all
that, will you get out of here? I know one of those snappy
clients happens to be the Pearlings. I know you've been trying to find their
daughter. This is my ID, this is my license bond, letter of
authority from Eastern Liability. Now. Two days ago, the papers carried a
story that David Perling was killed in a boating accident in Key West. That
was a lot of bloney. It was restracted. I know that, But
I talked to a reporter down in Key West who told me Perling paid to
have that story about himself printed. My client had an idea Pearling might have
done it to set up the stock market for a killing. Missus. Perling
told me he did it, and I hope his missing daughter would see the
story in the papers. In contact home, What have you got to say?
Here's your stuff one other things. Pearling the kind of man who'd pull
a trick like that. Ask him, you got a way about you?
I don't like. Well, that's too bad. But in between the time
I called and the time I got here, you had time to call the
Pearlings on the phone and ask about me. They said it was all right
to tell me what I wanted to know. If there was a daughter,
if you've been hired to look for if you don't tell me. You might
jeopardize the part of the rent the Pearlings pay for you. No, look,
DoD, there's something else you aren't gonna like. I might just want
to see your operatives report in the case. I might have the idea that
if you've been looking for her this long, you might just be dragging it
out a little bit. You know, the rent money it's due every month.
Get mister or missus Pearling on the phone right away. I hope they
tell me to throw you out on your ear. Well, while we're waiting,
let's get back to the questions, where have you looked? What have
you done? We pulled the case eleven months ago, almost of the day.
The girl's five five, one hundred and fourteen pounds, no visible scars,
no glasses, black hair, brown eyes. She's twenty four. It'll
be twenty five next month. We thought we had. Are located in Muncie,
Toledo, Detroit, Fort Worth, and Pueblo. We think she's traveling
alone. We think she's a little girl who was fed up to here with
mom and daddy and just struck out for herself. But you haven't found her.
Five men have been looking on eight hour shifts seven days a week for
eleven months to the day. Five men, eleven months, seven days a
week, and I'm one of the five. My feet hurt, my headaches
most of the time, my wife's thinking about divorcing me. And then you
walk in here and plant yourself in my office. You're suggesting maybe I can
go out and find it just like that. Well I can't, nobody can.
So I want you to know I kind of resent that remark about how
I'm laying down on the job, and if you don't take it back,
I'll have to cave in the side of the wall with you. What do
you got to say, dollar, I take it back, mister Ringwell,
sit down and have yourself a smoke. Hello, well, hello, missus
Perling. Mister dollars in my office now, yes, yes, I'll cooperate
with him. Yes, Missus Perling, I understand. They explained it all
to me. Yes, ma'am, h whole file everything. How would you
like somebody to bring up a bottle of cold beer? Oh, I'd like
that fine, mister Ramwell, Nile Saymwell. In between complaining about the abundance
of bad private operators and the detective business, showed me how good he was.
The Jennie Peerling file was a comprehensive day to day report on the investigation.
His discouragement in the case was understandable. The only thing that meant something
was the picture of Jennie Perling. Black hair over a fresh white skinned face,
dark eyes, a nice smile. Somehow not my idea of the daughter
that would belong to David Peerling. Too old, too young, or to
something. I couldn't put my finger on it. If I had been able
to, I could have ended this expense account right here as it was.
I spent one hundred thousand dollars somebody else's money, sure, but I spent
it just the same. Mister Dahner, I'm certainly surprised at this development.
You say Pearling's daughters missing. That's right, mister Scottman, and I'm convinced
that the detective agency he's had looking for have been doing just that. Eh.
Well, then I'm relieved. No, you got to the bottom of
this matter. I'm sorry, of course for missus Pearling. But as I
say, relieved that there there was no attempt at financial manipulation. I think
then I can call you off the case. There is no case now,
Nope, guess not. And that's the way it stood. At four o'clock
in the afternoon, I told mister Scotman i'd send him a bill. We
shook hands, and he wandered off to see if he could get a night
flight back to Hartford. I went up to my room to pack and was
folding his shirt all wrong when it struck me that I suddenly didn't believe anything
or anybody. The idea that there was money and it's somewhere still kept coming
back to me. I couldn't shake it. I finished packing and left my
bags at the desk. I wandered out and found a bar and sent out
to think. After a couple of hours, nothing much occurred to me,
but I did something anyhow. Oh, hello Dotter. My plane didn't leave
till eleven o'clock. I haven't had dinner yet. I didn't come about dinner,
mister Scotman, what is it? Well, how does this case strike
you? Eh? A phony death report, a missing girl, a stock
market manipulation that didn't come off. How does it strike you? Oh?
Very neat? That's a phrase I use, miss Dollar. We had a
question with serious implications to it. We have an answer now that's what we
wanted. But it's too neat. I'm not sure I know quite what you
mean. Look, you first called me in because it was halfway in your
mind that Perling's alleged death was for the purpose of making money on the market.
Now why did you think that it was a possibility? But what else?
What about Parling? What do you mean you know him? I ever
met him? Do you think he was capable of a thing like that?
Not? No, No, I have proof from you that that wasn't his
reason at all. But you thought so. Before you had that proof,
you suspected it. You suppose I did. Yes, Well, I didn't
know him from a load of coal, But I always figured this money in
it somewhere. And I've met David Perling. He doesn't seem like the kind
of man who'd worry about a grown daughter who didn't like him and ran away.
Just didn't seem that way. Oh here now, detective agency working on
the case, the story in the papers, But no police, mister Scottman,
no bulletins, no one hundred percent effort to find her. Why I
suppose you have a good point. I'm sure I have a good point,
mister Scotland. Money's always a good point. Well what money? How why?
I don't know. I can't answer those questions. I wish I could.
If I could, i'd know that a man like Dave Pearling was lying
through his teeth. If he told me he wanted his daughter back safe at
home, I'd know why he was lying. I know I'm just talking and
getting nowhere right now. But well, I thought I thought i'd better tell
you what was on my mind. Yes, well you've certainly done that.
Now what that's up to you? Oh? Well, if you feel so
strongly about this, I think then you should continue. I thought it was
ended, but in view, the circumstances continue by all means continue. Well,
dollar, Well, you're working late. I'd rather stay here than go
home sometimes most of the time. Hey, well we might be seeing quite
a bit of each other. How did you know, Hm Pearling told me
to contact you. You're a pretty cute dollar. Tell me why you hardly
ever run across the picture of a girl you'd like to look at as much
as this Pearling Dame? Oh, I might have you know? You kid
me most of the time, and I'm an old slab who stands around with
hardly any fast answers. You aren't getting me this time, Pally. You
show it all over. If I walked in a place and I seen a
girl as nice looking as this, and I had me business with her,
I'd be the luckiest guy in the world. If there are women, and
there are women. But if that picture means anything, boy, she's a
woman and you want to meet her, right, sure, I want to
meet her, But you're getting romantic. And if I saw but didn't have
any business with her, just saw, I'd go take a walk around the
block before I talk to anybody. Yeah, I know, And I don't
blame you. You're a very lucky fellow. You're going to see her.
That's why Pearling asked me to contact you. Huh here. About an hour
ago, one of our men located her where she's in New Orleans. He
handed me the wire and I read it over. Then I looked at him,
he looked at me. I didn't ask any questions, he didn't say
a word. It was a wonderful, make believe world, but it really
didn't exist. Too neat and too tidy, And we all know the world's
full of bumps. Never hear them. Mount Everest Johnny Dollar, Dave,
mister Dollar, I want to talk to you. Hello, mister mister Eamwell
tells me you're in his office looking into my private affairs. Of investigating the
matter I came here for involves your private affairs. I guess I did that.
I should be irritated. I suppose, and I guess I'm not.
When can I say most any time? How about today? I'll be at
my household alone. Expense account submitted by Special Investigator Johnny Dollar to Eastern Liability
and Trust Company, Hartford, Connecticut. The following is an accounting of expendit
yours during my investigation of the Pearling matter, Item nine ten cents. One
phone called a Morton Scottman, advising him that Genie Perling had been located in
New Orleans by one of Amoell's operatives. Missus Scottman thought that over for a
while and then assumed it would be in the best interests of Eastern Liability to
make certain this was the truth. I told mister Scottman I intended to do
just that. I had him ten five dollars camp fare from the New Western
Hotel to the home of David Perling. HI, come on in the man
who opened the door wasn't a servant. He wore a dark blue, bub
arrested suit. He smelled the cigars and bourbon and private detectives stuck out all
over him. He jammed a pudgy finger in the general direction of what later
turned out to be the library, and I followed. The room we went
into was empty except for us, as far as I could see or hear.
The rest of the house was empty too. The man in the blue
suit sat down on a leather sofa and pointed to a quart of bourbon that
had just come out of a sack. You must be this dollar guy.
Uh yeah, mister Pearling be along in a minute. He asked me to
say hello to you. By the way, my name's Brad Copeland. I'm
one of Niles man. Niles ain't well, that's great. Where is Niles.
He's with mister Pearling. They'll be along. Sound relax. They said
they thought it was about time for little conference. What for, the girl's
been found, hasn't she? Oh? Sure? Sure? Now they got
to figure some other things out. I'll bet you don't believe much of this,
do you. Nope? Well, then I'll put it this way.
I'm the guy who found Jeanie Pearling. How about it? Now? Okay,
look, I got put on this thing because an insurance company executive thought
Pearling might have had a false death report made on him to juggle some things
in the stock market. Ah that story in the papers about Pearling dying.
Uh. Yeah. Pearling paid to have that story printed, all right,
but not for any stock market angles. He did it to try and scare
up this daughter of his who scrammed away from home a year ago. I
found that hard to believe, even after I talked to Niles Zaymwell and he
told me the agency had been hired to find the girl a year ago.
I suppose you're one of the men who's been looking. Yeah, that's about
it. No luck either. And yesterday morning comes a phone call I don't
know who it is, tells me where she's living, what name she's using
in New Orleans. I scrammed down there by plane and check it out.
It's all true. So I come back here and here I am conference.
You found her on a tip from somebody you don't know, man or woman.
Always a man's voice, wonderful in it? What happen sometimes? How
does it look to you like a seal freight car full of nothing. That's
the girl down there, and you are right. I managed that. I
picked up a prince and checked him on what we had to go on.
But what's what. I don't know, what's sam I'm going to do now?
That's why the conference we see what we'll see relax. I tried to
do that, but I didn't do very well. Copeland settled to his bourbon,
and I picked up and laid down a half a dozen magazines, smoked
two cigarettes, paced up and down. Finally I heard a door open somewhere
and Nile's Amwell and David Pearling walked in the room. Then aim Well motioned
Copeland to his feet, and both of them left the room without a word.
David Pearling and I were alone. How much do they pay your dollar?
Oh? I'm paid well enough. What's that got to do with it?
I was just curious as all. You seem like a competent man.
As a matter of fact, the most competent I've met, and that includes
mister Amwell and mister Copeland. By the way, I just fired them.
Really, I don't think I need them anymore now that I know where Genie
is. Oh, you've had an extraordinary interest in my affairs lately. I'm
willing to bet that you won't leave me alone until you're satisfied about my daughter.
You'd be right. I want Geenie to come home here where she belongs.
Why don't you go get her? I think that might be difficult under
the circumstances. I'm afraid she bears considerable ranker for myself and missus Pearling.
Perhaps someone like you could well persuade her that it would be the best thing
to do. I go down to New Orleans and get her exactly I was
going anyway? Oh why, Well, off hand, you don't seem like
the father who's happy to know that his daughter whom he hasn't seen her heard
from in a year, is alive. And well, you haven't made a
move to go and pick her up yourself. Also, she was found too
soon and too fast after I got in on the picture. Hey, you
can stop right there. I'm sure I wouldn't even attempt to explain any of
those things. I didn't think you would or could. I'm on my way
to New Orleans, mister Pearling, to get your daughter. I think she'd
be crazy if she came back here, but I'll take it up with her.
Do that. I wonder if you'd like to try to explain something else
for me. What why you were feeding me out a couple of minutes ago
to see if i'd buy off, get out of here, get out?
Why not expense account out of eleven one hundred and thirteen dollars fifteen cents their
fair Incidental's New York to New Orleans, Louisiana. The temperature was exactly twenty
eight degrees hotter when I landed in the cam from the field. I peeled
off my coat and loosened my tie and took off my hat. I walked
into the lobby of the Roseholt Hotel that way. Everyone else seemed cool enough
in linens and tropicals, everyone except myself. In a big blonde giant of
a man leaning against the CNS ticket counter, boh, hey, take mister
dollar to five eleven. The giant smile when he saw me and stuck out
his hand. Well, well, well, I'm certainly glad to see you.
We thought you'd never get here. Hope you had a pleasant trip.
I was okay, I know you're tired and hot and would like to wash
up a little and refresh yourself. But the rest of the boys are headquartered
in eight ten. Now, mighty anxious to meet you, mighty anxious.
Del The cotton growers are gonna make it or break it at this convention,
Yes, sir, Yes, sir, sure are we As soon as you've
cleaned up, you come right over. We have a drink, and I'll
show you around the town. Yeah, that'll be swalled eight ten, eight
ten, about an hour, about an hour. I'll see you, thank
clerk, Yes, sir. How long have the Delta Cotton Growers been in
town? Delta Cotton Growers for they had the convention last month? Sir?
Who's registered in eight ten? We have no eight ten? Sir. I'd
done someone dirty when he came over with a handout in front. I was
supposed to say, you got the wrong fellow. My name's Dollary, but
I made him play it out for a particular reason. I wanted to know
who I was, and he didn't quite know. But then I wanted to
know who he was and I didn't quite know. I wanted to know him
because of that thirty eighth strapped under his left arm. It bowled out just
enough to make me curious. By seven thirty, i'd eaten dinner and founded
an address on Ursuline Street, the address where Genie Perling was living. A
mailbox carried that name. It was one of those unpainted apartment houses in the
French Quarter, full of heat and low white light bulbs. The girl who
opened the door was a medium sized blonde, and she wore a black dress.
The girl I was looking for had cold black hair. Yes, how
do you do. My name's Johnny Dollar. I came here to see Genie
Pearling. Come in. Please, you're a friend of Jeans in a way,
I just came from New York. You know her father? Then?
Yes, oh, I'm Janie Floyd, Jean's roommate. This way, careful,
it's a little sure. Maybe I had the feeling when I saw the
black dress, but I knew I had it. When Janice Floyd turned and
led me through the two large rooms that made the apartment, I thought that
was the end of it. But there was one more room. The blonde
girl stood one side so I could see, and the perspiration began to trickle
down my face. I knew what was coming. Yes, she is mister
Dowler. She was there all right, as lovely and as young and beautiful
as the picture. There was a candle burning at her head and feet,
and she was dead. I don't know how long I stood there in the
dark room, staring down at her. I think there were other people in
there too, dark people, heads bowed, hands folded in front of them,
all looking at her. How did it happen? Leukemia? You know?
Didn't you know her very long? No? No, As a matter
of fact, Miss Floyd, I didn't never know her. I certainly didn't
know she was dead when I came here tonight. I hardly expected he asked
that it'd be this way. But who are you? I'm an insurance investigator
from her father. Not exactly not. Oh, yes, I see it
now. You aren't the first one who's been here looking for her. There
have been others, detectives and lawyers trying to get her to go back.
What if he'd loved her, if they'd loved her for just one unselfish moment,
she would still be there. Well, mister Dollar, she's where her
father can't bother her anymore. You tell him that when you go back to
New York. Tell him he can stop hiring lawyers and detectives to find her.
Now get out expense account adam thirteen five dollars, the usual charge in
any city for having a legal document copied and photostadded a death certificate verifying the
fact that the girl had died on the twentieth day of the month. A
medical report attached to the certificate named the cause of death is leukemia. I
had copies of all these legal documents by ten o'clock the following morning. I
even went through the motions of phoning the desk and asking for a bill and
making a plane reservation for that night. I had a feeling someone would be
very interested to see me take care of all those things, and I was
right. The big blonde man with a thirty eight happened to be in one
corner of the lobby when I paid my bill. He also happened to be
at the airport when I picked up my ticket, but then he got careless.
I walked through the gate, waited two minutes, and slipped back to
grab a cab in front, just in time to see him wheel a batter,
convert a lot of the parking lot, and head back for town.
I followed in my cab. He went to the Ercelain Street address. Two
minutes later, he came out expense account. I am fourteen eight dollars.
I let my cab go and strolled up to him just as he was getting
in his car. Hi, end, what, look, we've been playing
games long enough, don't you think? Well? Why don't you go back
to New York and do what you have to do, deliver this death certificate.
I don't believe it. You saw I did, didn't You still don't
believe it. That's too bad, because that's the way it is. Hegan
in his car, started it up, drove away. I stood there and
watched him go. Money. I kept saying to myself, money, there's
money in it somewhere, plain old money. Johnny Dollar. This is Janice
Floyd, mister Dollar. Hello. I understand you don't quite believe that Genie
Perling is dead. That's about right. I'm really not concerned one way or
the other what you believe or disbelieve. I do know that I've been through
quite an ordeal lately, and if you have any plans for interfering or bothering
me in any way, I'll call the police. All right, I hope
you understand that I do well then goodbye, goodbye. Expense accounts of it
by Special Investigator Johnny Dollar to Eastern Liability and Trust Company, Hartford, Connecticut.
The following is an accounting of expended yours during my investigation of the Pearling
matter, I wrote to Morton Scottman at Eastern Liability, and I explained the
circumstances under which I had arrived in New Orleans and located Genie Peerling. I
and closed a death certificate and the medical statement. I also reported on the
conduct of our ex room mate, Janis Floyd. Then I sat down and
called Jennis on the phone. Hello, this is Johnny Dollar, Miss Floyd.
I think it's time we had a talk. Nothing to discuss. I
think we have what how you're being taken by a couple of people. Good
bye. Look, don't hang up on me, miss Floyd. I came
down here to find Gene Perling. I'm with an insurance company. It was
my job to check on a story her father told. Finding out was part
of it. Let me come over and talk to you. I'll be home
tonight. The apartment was six blocks from the hotel. I walked it for
a reason. All kinds of people have followed me one time or another.
And I've followed all kinds of people. But the man who followed me off
and on in New Orleans, the big blonde man with a thirty eight,
knew what he was doing. He was a professional. I made up my
mind about that the first time I saw him, and I thought I was
ready for him. But I wasn't. He waited until the street lights got
dim and no one was in sight. Oh, I vaguely remember that he
caught me under the arms and laid me gently down on the street. That
was all easy, buddy, easy. You've been making too much whoopie.
Oh folks, visit down. You are to be more careful, get your
suit all dirty. I wouldn't have found you, but my cab conked out
here. Oh my head, at the sight of my head, you must
fall in hard. You had enough for the night that you want to keep
going? I've had plenty, Yes, sir, I'll call it doctor.
Oh, no, help me, I'll be all right up. Enough is
it? Thanks? What time is it? Eh? Almost midnight? Two
hours? Where you want to go? Erescell on Street? Get him?
Get him? Expense account item sixteen ten dollars to one Good Samaritan cab driver
who picked me up and dropped me at Jenis Floyd's apartment. I was still
weaving on my feet when I tapped on the door. Mister Dollar, you've
been hurt. Come in. I'm all right packing. Yes, I've decided
to leave town tonight. As a matter of fact, I thought it'd be
something like that. Did a big fellow, a blonde man, have anything
to do with your decision to leave? That's none of your business. Let
me tell you my business, miss Floyd. I came down here to see
Gene Peerling. You saw she is dead, Yes, I saw dead.
Yesterday. I mailed a copy of her death certificate to New York. Well,
then, what else? What other business? The man who came here
yesterday and reported to you, The man who told you I'd left town and
you could breathe easier again, The same man who called you later and told
you I was still around, still asking questions. He's my business. He
followed me on my way here tonight, he slugged me. I don't believe
you're telling me the truth. What's his name? Any idea? Why he
carries a gun? Carries a gun? You're making all this up? Why
would I I've got what I came for, or practically what I came for,
legal proof of the whereabouts of one Jeen Pearling. If Al hit you,
he was trying to protect me. I listen to me. I think
I have pretty much of an unhen. Now you tell me if I'm wrong.
First off, you're not any Janis Floyd. I guess that Janis Floyd
was the girl who died of leukemia. I've got her picture in my wallet.
It was given to me by David Perling, who said it was his
daughter. This is all crazy, or you go into that. Listen,
I can have that body exhumed. I don't want to do it, but
I will if I have to do. You want me to do that?
All right? I'm Jean Perling, and that was the Floyd girl who died.
Yes, she was sick and well I knew my father had detectives looking
for me. I just never wanted to see him again or go home again.
It seemed if poor Janice were dying and she had no one, if
she somehow had my name, well I'd never be bothered with my family again.
That was a pretty idea, was it yours? Alan? I thought
of it? Now, albrid the blonde guy. Okay, how do you
work it? He saw to it that Janie had my name. I know
it was against the law, but she had no one, and if she
was buried with my name, then I'd be free of my family. Oh
I took some managing. They hate me, they always have. I want
my own life. I don't blame me. You're entitled to it. Are
you sure that's what you're getting. I'm going to marry Alle no matter what.
If you go back and tell them, well, that'll be that if
you let me stay dead. I can't let that happen. Why not?
Why not? Mister dollar? What harm would it do let your father make
a fool out of you? I don't understand you're worth one hundred thousand dollars.
What cold, hard cash and irrevocable trust was set up on you when
you were born. Comes to you when you're twenty five. That'll be next
month. I don't care about the money. I wait a minute. In
the event you should die before your twenty fifth birthday, the money would revert
to your nearest of kin, my father, your father. But I'm dead
on paper, then el else. Somebody paid him, probably your father,
to make love to you, Oh, get out of here. Dollar.
Wait. I told you this man man nothing but probably he knows all about
it. He can't prove a thing. Get out of here you now,
Honey, I know about you. Honey. Yeah, I don't know what
to say. Go just go, please, he went. He looked at
both of us as he went out the door. It was sort of a
whip look away. A puppy stares at you when you've caught him chewing on
a slipper. I said a while a Jean perling. She didn't say much.
It wasn't what she could say. I told her I didn't think there
was any reason for her to go back to New York unless she wanted to.
She said she didn't want to go, didn't know what to do at
the moment, and well we left it at that. I went back to
my hotel and tried to get some sleep. About six o'clock in the morning,
I got up bay shaved, and packed. By seven point thirty,
I had breakfast and was just about to check out. Hello, hello,
Brett leaving. That's right, I like to talk first. Sure, okay,
you messed it up fine for her and me. I tried to call
her this morning, and she hung up on me. Went over there,
she wouldn't let me in. I don't blame her to you, I guess
I don't. I decided to leave town. Yeah, maybe that's better.
I don't know whether it is or not. You make it hard for a
guy at talk. All right, now, look at it my way.
This whole thing's been rotten. I met her father, and I know what
kind he is. I know what he's done to her, what he'll do
to her if she goes back. And then there's you, Brett, the
hired man. You went in and made love to her for a salary.
I didn't like it having to tell her that, and I must hurt.
It must hurt pretty bad. So you see, I'm not too interested in
what you might have to say or what you're going to do. Wait,
you're right reading me out this way. I deserve it. The old man
found out where she was four months ago. I found out for him.
I knew the girl she was living with had leukemia. I planned the whole
switch. I put it to her the way she explained it, about being
dead, to keep away from her old man. Of course you didn't mention
that hundred thousand he could get his hands on and once she was dead though
I didn't, but something funny happened to me. Dollar. I mean,
I've done my share of dirty jobs. I've seen a lot of the human
race. Taking a salary to make a sucker out of her didn't bother me
at all, not at first, And then I found out when she touched
my face, I lived for that touch. And when I held her,
she lived for me. I never thought that had happened to me, but
it did. If you see her again, Dona tell her. I was
trying to stop it. I mean, all this part, but it was
too late. Funny how things turn out. Yeah, funny. Expense account
out of seventeen forty two dollars and thirteen cents. Hotel on board build one
hundred one dollars, even airplane take it back to Hartford. I have nineteen
one dollar cab fare. I stopped by her apartment on my way to the
airport. Oh, I thought you'd left, mister Dollar. Wow. I
came to say goodbye. How's it going today? All right? I have
some brand? No? No thanks, Jean, Yes, you're going to
New York. No, I'll stay here a while. I don't want to
see my father or mother? How about al Britz? He wants to see
you. Let's not talk about him, shall we. Do you think I'm
a nice girl? Do you think my one hundred thousand dollars will attract a
lot of nice, eligible young men to me? Do you think I'll stop
it? You'll burn your brakes? Oh no, I knew what it did,
I know why he did it, But I love it. He did
his job too well. Yeah, he could tell you what he started out
to do and what happened to him with you. He could tell you if
you let him. He told you. Yeah, what kind of a trick
is it? No trick, couldn't be. The guy's too mixed up.
Tell you what he'll try again when he calls up next time? Talk to
him? Why should I? Because you may not have a mother and father
or anyone else, but you do have him, and you will have him
as long as he lives if you want him, And that's what you've been
looking for all your life, someone to have. I'd take him if I
were you, I him twenty ten dollars miscellaneous. Total expense accounts seven hundred
and fourteen dollars thirty five cents. Remarks none report she took him. They
were married in Tampa. This morning, Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar. Now
here's our star to tell you about next week's intriguing story. Next week,
A lonely girl, a fine young man, a gentle father, and one
of them is a killer. Join us, won't you? Yours truly,
Johnny Dollar? Yours Truly Johnny Dollar is starring Bob Bailey, is transcribed in
Hollywood. Written by John Dawson. It is produced and directed by Jack Johnstone.
Hurt In. This week's cast or Mary Jane Croft, Forrest Lewis,
Jeannette Nolan, Russell Thorson, Michael Ann Barrett, Jack Petruzzie, Barbara Fuller,
Herbert Ellis, and Marvin Miller. Musical supervision by A. Marigo Marino
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and station for another exciting story of Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar. Roy Rowan,
speaking welcome back. I appreciated the time that they dedicated to considering whether
to continue the investigation. I talked about it on Tuesday and in terms of
is there actually an insurance interest here? And it was nice for them to
treat that with some seriousness and to answer that question. And of course the
conversation speaks to the type of investigator that Johnny is and how much intuition is
key to how he works and how respected he is within the industry. That
that was accepted in the investigation continued. Now the cereal is almost perfect because
you've got some great supporting characters. They're all really interesting to spend time with.
There's some really good plot twist, and I think it really interesting ending.
But there's one problem. Johnny was called in to investigate why Perling faked
his death, and we don't actually have a good answer. He didn't do
it for stock market manipulation. He also didn't do it to get the attention
of their daughter, given that his plan to get her declared dead had been
in place for four months. Maybe Missus Perling didn't know what he was doing
in Louisiana and the plan was her idea and he didn't want to tell Missus
Pearling about what his real plan was. Though the problem with that is that
from what the daughter said, she didn't actually have a good relationship with Missus
Pearling either. Plus, setting a boat on fire might not have cost one
hundred thousand dollars in nineteen fifty six money, but it would be a really
expensive ruse, and you think a guy like him would want to avoid torching
a boat and several thousand dollars he couldn't file an insurance claim on and would
try to talk his wife out of it. So other than that, it
was a great story. Now this is another e. Jack Newman script where
the plot of the episode was imported, but instead of being mixed with another
story, as you saw in a case like the Broaderick matter, you just
had an insurance angle added on. This one also had a big shift in
tone for the ending. This was based on a nineteen forty eight Jeff Reagan
story with Jack Webb the Prodigal Daughter. The Jeff Reagan story had a much
more gritty, earthier tone to the New Orleans scenes, and the big ending
is the daughter reclaiming her trust and foiling her father's scheme. The Dollar episode
reflects a different sensibility. Money, or even revenge on a hypocritical father might
be fun for an audience, but it's pretty unsatisfying for a real human being
whose reason for leaving home wasn't that she wasn't getting the money she wanted,
but because she didn't feel loved, being truly loved and finding the strength to
give someone a second chance were far more important and valuable. Of course,
it speaks to the type of person Johnny is that he made what was a
totally unnecessary from a business perspective anyway trip to encourage her to talk to al.
And I think it's a well acted and endearing ending listener comments and feedback
and over on Spotify, John cg Rites of the Calicles Matter very good.
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Adam Baums? Either find kids? Miss Decker? Hank told me that you
were worried about him wanting to join the force. I was twelve years old.
My father was shut down. He was a policeman in Des Moines.
He was only thirty seven when he died. I wouldn't know what to do
if anything like that happened to Hank. What do you want me to say?
But does Hank really wanted? Can't you talk him out of it?
You're his wife, can you? No? I think it's his choice,
Miss Decker. He's going to have to make up his own mind. I'm
sorry, it's what Hank wants. I guess I worry too much. A
lot of women marry cops. They have and they will. They all worry
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