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Now we're going to get into today's program, and today we have an
unaired audition program. The audition date is October first, nineteen fifty two.
The series this is O'sheay and the title is Hong Kong. This was Dynamite,
the story of a girl named Maya who looked like Ava Gardner, an
oriental makeup the story of McAll, McAll on the South China coast with a
flourishing trade in opium, gambling and hatchets for local hatchetman. This story behind
the screaming headline of the day. This is O'shey. This is O'Shea,
radio's first dramatic presentation of radio's greatest adventure on the spot coverage of views in
the making. Each week a new adventure from some colorful corner of the world.
With Brandon O'shey, Overseas Radio correspond and extraordinary. Tonight we take you
to Hong Kong. Come in Brandon O'sheay in Hong Kong. This is O'Shea
speaking to you from Hong Kong, where it's tomorrow and where approximately three million
people wish it were yesterday. I'm standing on the balcony outside of my hotel
room, overlooking Region Street here in Victoria, capital of Hong Kong. I
can see all the way from Victoria Peak, the snob Hill of the British
residence, to the bun the Glotted Harbor, and the teeming settlement of Kowloon
on the north shore. It's a site that might remind an American of San
Francisco, where California Street plunges deeply through Chinatown down towards the Embarcadero. But
the smell and the racket are native Chinese. Both have increased here in the
past few weeks, along with a population of this already crowded island of Hong
Kong. By plane, by ship, by Chinese junk. They keep pouring
in refugees from the storm centers of the war torn East. The plane I
rode out of Shanghai had seats for sixty passengers and was carrying seventy five,
including my san engineer Joe Friendly. We weren't allowed any luggage. The other
passengers were carrying everything they own in the form of jewelry and currency. A
well placed bride had got Joe and me aboard with a half case of American
bondit and our tape recorders with both to work as soon as we were airborne.
Hey, this is good, I'll come. I don't know, just
arrived from my hotel. Must have been from that ad I post war,
just before I left the States. You know a man of distinction, you
why not distinction breeds contempt old Chinese proverb. Yeah, well, it's the
biggest cherry tree that attracts the win. It's an old Japanese problem. Yeah,
says There enough coord on that mic for me to TAKEE record some of
those people in the rear seats, in which people the big blonde with a
fur hat. No, the little red head of the month. Ah,
okay, give me a level. Okay, one, two, three,
testing two little girls near London dwell more naughty than I'd like to tell.
If I'm alone, the hoops has seen the balls are rolling on the green.
It's a tough level. Oh, thank you, Joseph mayas dotnom please
to begin got number two, Ladies and gentlemen. This is o'he speaking to
you board the last plane out of Shanghai, as this great overburden craft struggles
for altitude on the soft bound mission of Mercy with a banjo on my knee.
Shut up, I'll make ed of this yourself. Oh I don't mine.
I ate a like breakfast bully for you. Cut number one, fifteen
April nineteen fifty one. It is ten minutes now, ladies and gentlemen.
Since we took off from Young Sioux Airport and turned our backs on Shanghai,
perhaps for the last time, we are now flying low over the mud.
Yellowed waters of Hung Chao Bay, sped on by tailwinds in the urgency of
the moment. But time has lost its meanings for many of these refugees,
whose lives have held nothing but dark memories of the past and only a dim
hope for the future. And now, ladies and gentlemen, I am going
to carry the microphone back through the plane and bring to you, if I
can, at least a few meaningful fragments of their broken lives. Pardon me,
young lady, do you speak English? And your name please Sonya,
last name Jo who cares as persona? And have you anything you would care
to say to my American audience, Miss Jemetio American audience, No, I
said nothing. Well, thank you, Miss Gromika say nothing. And furthermore,
mark that for editing, Joe cut three. And now, ladies and
gentlemen, for our first interview. You know, for those of us who
think of Shanghai as an international city, it's surprising how many Chinese are numbered
among these refugees. I'd like to bring you the voice of this distinguished looking
Oriental gentleman. Your name, sir, yes, Peraps. I should point
out that my petronymic has quite a different connotation in English. My name,
sir is our sidon. Well. I see that adversity has not robbed you
of your sense of humor, mister sin Or is it, mister r that
it depends upon how well I know you? Well, mister Arson, I'm
sure my audience will agree that there is hope for the Chinese people as as
long as it's representatives can bear up under vicissitude as well as you as well
as you are vicissitude wells you accident will say one man's loss is another men's
profit, or, as we Chinese would put in, what sauce for the
goose may be too rich for the mandarin yack. I can see that you're
a philosopher, mister Arson. Would you care to enlarge on that theme for
my American audience. I was a young man. I spent many years in
search of a philosophy suitable to the realities of twentieth essentially Chaiga, I finally
heard it. I am a war profit here. Oh, I fear that
your American audience would neither understand nor approve, but perhaps I may be of
assistance. You see the couple of power there, the bearded gentleman in black
with a funereal manner, in the vivacious young femin conveyion are the Chinese girl,
Macanese, the turbulent blending of half a dozen pound peoples. The gentleman
is of Macauto, but he priced himself upon his pure Portuguese black where he
met. But that is just about all I allowed him to take out of
SHANGHAII in short, sir, there's is a team to tear your heart out.
The suggest that you interviewed them at glass would And with that mister Arson
plassed his tiny formless hands over his expansive bellet, folded his three expert chins
under the one he was born with, closed his small, greedy eyes,
and went to sleep. I started up the aisle toward the couple from a
car, but I never got to them because the plane lurched to the laft,
dropped the bottom out of my stomach and me into an old and his
lap. So we fastened our seat belts, and she spent the rest of
the trip giving me an exclusive on her plan to save China by transcribing Esperanto
into Chinese ideographs. UM four pm, we started losing altitude and closed down
across the south China Highlands toward column point dusk was just settling over Hong Kong
Airport when our pilot set us down. Yeah, Joe and I were the
first ones down the ladder. We bluffed our way past the British customs and
had our mic set up for another try at interviews before our fellow passengers were
cleared off the plane. I was anxious to get to that bearded gentleman from
a car with a vivacious young traveling companion, but I was stopped again because
the first passenger route was that self proclaimed prince of profiteers, that churlish chieftain
of Chinese chicanery, mister r Sin. I see you have a way with
the customs speaking that I had known you could have saved me the trunks I
have just taken it their heads. Timmy, how did you fare in your
interview of that poper rice Portingguinio is lovely? Oh? I had to choose
between giving up the interview or ditto my breakfast, so I postponed the whole
subject. So that's how you're doing. I trusted this poor old croaking voice
of mine recorded to your sidisation. As a matter of fact, I haven't
played it back yet. But if Sydney Green Street doesn't care, I don't
rosa what I have to say to you now were perhaps fisted out of range
of that eaves dropping mechanism. You join me in a brief stroll. If
I stay, can be to you my latest thoughts upon the subject. Okay,
mister Rasima, keep it brief, but I don't get at least one
good interview out of this trip. I won't have anything to go on the
air with plenty of type. Assure you that bank fuckaneer with the beard will
be viewed with high suspicion by the customers. Teach, all right, take
the mic, Joe, keep it open. At least we can pick up
this airport background noise and dubn something colorful later on. Okay, mister sin
and I are going for a walk. Well keep you he might fall on
you. Your assistant is something of a witch himself. Now about your projected
interview with Senor de cast Oh why are you so set on my interviewing the
senor the castle a fellow. You may interview anyone you like, but you
must admit they are quite the most interesting couple, and the fact at least
half of it. What's interesting about him? You will find that out if
you will follow my advice and satan him by The men's troubles may accumulate like
the muddy silt in the estuaries of the fighting pool, but unlike the muddy
deposits of the venerable stream, they cannot always be redst away. You know
I can't make you out master us. And are you a practical joker?
Are you just trying to be mysterious? Mysterious only for the moment. When
you get to know me better, you will find that I am positively sinister.
In fact, they watch it. I was close. I'm sorry I
had to grab you like that. That truck was coming right at us.
See your affologies, mister O'Shea. I only hope that you may be able
to save my face as pinlessly as you've just saved my life. And with
that, he rustled his heavy silk robe, turned on his heel, lifted
his skirts, and trotted off across the field at a real good cliff for
a fat man. So I turned on my heel and went after the personal
interview with a driver of that truck. But it tried to run us down.
There's parked directly under the cargo hash of the plane, but they weren't
unloading any cargo from the plane. They were unloading some suitcases from the rear
end of the truck, which made Chinese sense, but it began to look
like Prohibition Chicago when they opened up the suitcases and took out three land leased
Tommy guns. Suddenly I wasn't nearly as angry at that driver as I had
been a moment before, And just as suddenly when Signor de Castro and the
girl emerged from the plane, I lost all interest in that interview because that
reckless Chinese driver scooped me. In just a minute, I'll tell you how
I hate to leave you cliff hanging, but it's time for a word from
state side. This is O'Shea standing by in Hong Kong, with Pie Aferbank
in the role of Brandon O'Shea. We are bringing you the first in a
new dramatic series based on Radio's own greatest Adventure. This is O'Shea. And
now back to Brandon O'Shea in Hong Kong, Okay, Usa. This is
O'she with the rest of the story in China, where anything can happen and
does every day. It's sometimes hard to tell what's worth reporting and what is
it. Maybe that's why so many of the foreign correspondents out here get disillusioned
and get there on the spot reports the past and whiet of their own hotel
rooms, with the local papers spread out on the bit, Which is where
I wished I had stood instead of where I was standing. When those three
hatchet men in the airport luggage jeep unpacked their suitcases and started unlimbering those Tommy
guns get done. I didn't need a no Chinese no. That berst shop
meant stay out of the way. The next thing he said was self explanatory
too. His two henchmen responded by raking the tires off the custom inspector's car,
which made Chicago stands for clearing. They get away, but the next
one didn't. It was aimed at our recording machine. My engineer Joe did
a belly flop just in time. The castro went on talking to the girl
as if nothing had happened. Then he raised his hands in a gesture of
surrender and let them take him. They shoved him into the truck and drove
away. You are the American, Oh yes, I'm an American. You
can help me, or perhaps you can help me. I want to get
the story behind that kidnapping. I'll tell you everything I know, but not
here. Please take me away, Okay, okay, Hey Joe, you're
all right. Yeah, Brandy, I'm okay. But look at this recording
machine. Can you fix it? Yeah? But it'll take time. Okay,
get on it right away. I'll meet you at the hotel. I
don't know. I'm taking this eyewitness out for an interview. What's your name,
dear? Her name was Maya Riyachi. I got the rest of her
story over some Ramo's gym physics in the Emperor Hotel bar later on, over
a midnight snack in a room. But when she'd finished telling it, I
wanted what I'd done wrong. I was sure I'd approached the problem from all
the correct angles, but I still didn't know any more about why the Castro
had been kidnapped. But I had four hours before, and I told her
so. Please, Brandy, all these questions, can we don't talk about
something more pleasant? Oh? That would be easy, Maya. But I
have to ask questions and I have to get answers. That's what I do
for a living. I would not take the bread from your mouth. But
it seems to me, in my ignorance, that you would find it less
tiring to retrain from saying things like who was that man and instead say I
would be honored to know to whom you paid the compliment of allowing him to
accompany you in the airplane. It would perhaps please you to enlighten me,
for then I would be less ignorant, and you would be less ashamed to
know me. I see, well, if I was intelligent enough to say
all that, what kind of answer would I have the honor of receiving?
Pin I would say that Signor de Castro is my honorable uncle, and I
his miserable niece. Oh, I thought, Oh that's great, I mean,
very not bad. Maybe you could tell me how to get around.
But one about why he was kidnapped? If he was broke, perhaps his
friend has done him the honor of ignoring his lack of prospility. Well,
you mean this kidnapping is a phone that they're going to hold him for a
big ransom to save a space. Oh no, my uncle is an accidenter.
He has no face to lose. But if the kidnapper is a Chinese.
He might have done my uncle the honor of ignoring his lack of face
as well as his prosperity. This is all too subtle for me. No,
no, there is a way out. That is how you can help
me? I can't. Yes, when we received the ransom note, you
will come with me to Macau. Why Macau? Because in Macau there are
not so many laws that here in Hong Kong. They will take him to
Maccau. And what do we do with Macau? You will go to the
kidnapper and pay the ransom in pose money. I cannot do this myself without
losing faith. Well, what about the kidnappers face? You will have to
accept the pots money or you will you see how does that work? It
would be discouraged to accuse a stranger of the ternity? Are you so right?
Let's talk about something else. Listen you here? How can I help
it? Such beautiful music it is, and my ignorance I couldn't tell.
It is a love song. My old Ama used to sing me to sleep
with. It tells of the poor peasant's wife. When her husband comes in
from the chiefs, she in places him. Hey kiss not yet? They
drink tea and speak of the poor harvest. Then he recites a love poem
to her by chung thing in one hundred thirty stances. By this time it
is dark the same day, yes, but they are too poor to light
the lamp. So they came together in the darkness, and they converse in
low tones. They exchange butterfly kisses while discussing the works of the philosopher Leapo.
How long does that go on? Is it not pleasing? I'm not
the philosophy. Come here, Brandy, my darling, you have been teasing
me. You know how the song ends. In China, as I said
before, it's sometimes hard to tell what news is worth reporting. Getappings,
for instance, are as common as lawsuits in accidental countries. But when I
saw the headlines in the Hong Kong Mail the next morning, I decided that
the castro of kidnapping faker not was news. He was the next governor of
the Portuguese Colony of Macau, a next member of the International Opium Conference,
and one of the biggest shipping tycoons in Shanghai. It seemed that my overstuffed
and over eager informant, mister R. Sin had been more reliable than he
looked. The Castro had pulled out of Shanghai too late and left most of
his ships bulging with cargo anchored at their ducks. At the Hong Pool.
They were still afloat, but he was sunk Meyer's theory that some friend had
kidnapped him to save his face might be worth more than its face value.
I was trying to make a rough guess as to how much of my time
and trouble the castro's face might be worth when my phone rang zo'shay, good
morning. He had come the ransom note man. Yet I was right.
They have taken him to Maca. I have arranged for a bot to take
us there this afternoon. Well, what does the knot say? It is
in Chinese, but I will try to translate, even though it is impossible.
It commences that is approximately approximately what almost so in English, the form
of address would be approximately honorable lady. Why that cared? What does he
mean calling your names? That is because I am Maccanese only approximately Chinese.
Oh, forget the translation and tell me what it says. It says that
a hundred thousand Hong Kong dallas must be delivered to an emissary who will meet
this at the bottom of may or warehouse, that is on the old fishing
war They would have a man that to night at ten o'clock and again tomorrow
night. If we do not arrive, but we will. I'm still interested
in my position. Yes, hold on, I'll be with you in one
minute. We arrived at the island of Macau just before sunsets, after the
hugger mugger of overcrowded Hong Kong. It looked like a peaceful little Portuguese fishing
village. It didn't look at all like the reputation it has among seafaring men
as one of the world's toughest seaports. But after dark it came to light.
With the possible exception of Tangiers, Macam must be the only place in
the world where the opium dens have neon signs, in fact, the only
vice. The Macanese officially frown on his panhandling. But myle was an approximately
Portuguese and Macau, as she had been approximately Chinese in Hong Kong, which
meant that, in common with all good Latin ladies, all public places were
out of bounds to her. So all I could do was listen as we
walked down the almeta towards the waterfront. Wait, there is the place at
the end of the duck. You remember what you want to say to him
when you hand him the package. Oh that's if he's Chinese. Why do
you think he might not be Chinese? If he turned out to be a
trained seal, it wouldn't surprise me. Don't you love me? Oh?
Well about that, I'll tell you more later. Now. First things first,
bye water by land to if By see if bans and be recognized?
You fat bumbler? What what? What? What? It's you miss And
it was your before you opened your trap us? And indeed, in this
darkness like a catch a nose, like a hound, who would you hope
to meet down here? The dragon lady? You're alluding, no doubt to
the aroma of jasmine in anything from a humbred person. Exactly. I always
put on an extra dash of synth, and the business brings me into some
odoriferous of kennedy, which is rather often than I would care to admit.
In this case, fish, what brings you here like a thief from the
night as it to pay off another thief, namely you thief? I stundled
irrefutably, but I inclined to knavery rather than thievery or whatever you say.
Anyway, here's your ransom money. They will come in heady. They had
quite resigned myself to using my own money to pay direction. Whoever did the
girl raise all that money? She didn't. It's boodle boodles. Yes,
stage money worth more than Chinese dollars, but it won't buy anything. She
hoped to retrieve her uncle from his captor's clutches by this transparent ruse. Well,
there was a speech supposed to go with her that would theoretically save his
face. When I realized the case was yours, I didn't bother faces him.
That would seem to indicate a gentleman of Chinese persuasion. And I was
so certain that this kidnapping had been the range between the Castro and his business
partner for the sole purpose of regaining dishergonestly a share of the fortune they had
lost to me as a result of them. Shall we call it my jang
Higisia. It's your gesture and you're stuck with it as I but de Castro's
bottles or norris, Have you ever heard of the fairy flats dredging compree,
No, not likely. They called it our sins folly. I underbid every
dredging company and the huang who or the contract to dredge the particular channel that
served a custom's not inconsiderable duckage in Shanghai. I did this at the moment
when I knew he would be assembling his entire merchant fleet to make off with
such slute as he could before the arrival of the invaders. It was perhaps
one of the most remarkable dredging operations in modern maritime history. Was estimated that
only a year would be required to clear away the well nigh incredible deposit of
mud and river sits in which the customs ships were hopelessly amired. As they
so, you made it impossible for the castor to move his ships out of
Shangha. I know where was the profit of that well? Indeed, I
had only to render sampan and scull across the river, where a very nominal
bribe secured me a contract disposing of the custom's goods, bottoms and all the
invaders procurement of it. That's quite an operation, spectacular. How did the
castor like that? He settled for his plane fare remained only to secure the
signature of his partner here in Macau, Senor Yachi. Yachi, Well,
that's Maya's last name. She is his daughter. It's funny she never mentioned
that. Well, but if all you have to do is get his signature,
let's go and get it so I can write the tagline of my story
and get out of here. There, mister Rochet, I regret to say
he is no longer possiper. Senor Rayachi has met with the most unfortunate exit.
He fell down and cut his throat. That should have been tagline enough.
I'm sorry it wasn't. One thing at least was settled in my mind.
There was no point in my waiting around to hand over Maya's phony ransom
because the kidnapper was expecting real money, and he knew that our sim was
the only interested party who had one hundred thousand bucks to invest. There was
also no point in looking for Maya where she was supposed to be waiting for
me. But I did anyway, and she wasn't there. I had a
hunch where she'd gone. I didn't know where the hunch came from. It
might have had some connection with scene one where the kidnappers wasted all that ammunition
shooting up our tape recorder. I took the early morning boat back to Hong
Kong. Hey, Brandy, where the devil you've been? Ghost chase Mandarin
Duck style? And how's the recording machine? You gotta patch it up yet?
Yeah? Just finished? How about that tape that was on at the
airport? Did you play it back yet? No? I just rewound it
should be okay, after the time it was wounded. That's all I want
to hear. Can you run up to about two minutes before then? Sure,
let's see, should be about here. Good play it back then,
okay? As a jeep coming in right after I try to run you and
the fat boy down. Yeah, no, Mike Jordan strut that'll be the
castro. I am faithfully as a girl. Do not worry. They would
not kill me. But remember this with your father? Did I think would
need only my signature and he will stop at nothing. So those I told
you in part of the American as much as you can, it is our
best. I do not know him for you, my dear it Okay,
cut you know that was a pretty good pack up here. I didn't hear
any of that stuff with you. No, I still don't get it.
He sounds like he expected to be kidnapp which doesn't surprise me. But the
stuff about our sin doesn't make sense. I'll get you ten. That's the
old buzzard. Now come in, Well they expected to find you in.
What did you expect to find? Well said, there's no reason for not
being absolutely honest, if you will forgive my using the expression. And then
the plane coming over from Macao, it suddenly occurred to me that you would
recorded certain humorously intentions tatments of vine about saying the dicustom, which, in
the light of recent events, might be open to misinterpretation. In short,
should that harmless looking spool of magnetic teeth all into the custos hends, he
might choose it to render me for sona nan grati in Hong Kong, perhaps
even in Macau, which I always thought, Well, now impossible. Are
you sure it's something you said about the castro or something you think the castro
might have said about you? Okay, you interviewed him overall, all,
let's stop horsing around us. And you've had your ear glue to that door
ever since you followed me here and you know exactly what's on that tape.
Yeah, hell, you must understand its true value to me. May I
insult you with an opening? Biddim a thousand dollars like all I want is
a straight story under the castro or kidnapping. If you can give it to
me, you can have the tape. I can't use it anyone in the
country. You appear to be making very good use of it. However,
I am not wrong. I am positive that the scoundrel the custom meant to
murder his partner in order to secure Riachi's Macau holdings and arrange the kidnapping.
Can throw suspicion onto beat. The rascal knew that I would pay any reasonable
ransom in order to close my deal, and he's shipping that I would therefore
be on the wharf at the appointed hour, that you would misinterpret my present
day and broadcast it to all the world. Leave me, okay, Joe,
give Fats all that's bull of tape. Hey we got some good background.
Yeah forget, We'll do this one without effects. Yeah, I Gotreger
Rivers somewhere. I want to write my script here is it? You're a
man of you over? Yeah? Sure, that stuff is inflammable. You
know what you have to do a set of match to it. Do nothing
of this heart for you to back up my story. This has turned into
a venetable talk card in my forthcoming negotiations with the custom I'll have his Shanghai
loot and his late partner's holdings to a very clever mistress. But you are
suffering from a disease of the mouth. You talk too much. Yeah,
start to give me what a heavy gun it is. You'll tire your arm
canny courtesy mister o'she can you blame me if I want no more of mister
Sinn's particular kind, Why don't you boys go and be courteous to each other
someplace else. I'm tired and I've got a deadline of meat. This will
not take long now quite it, put it down. Shoot him in your
own room. I got valuable equipment in here, DeCastro watching Josiah, I'm
more than half expected some shooting, and I wasn't going to risk my life
trying to prevent it, because in the first place, I didn't know how.
From the second place, why spoil a good story for a few seconds,
I didn't know what a good one I might have spoiled because tragic as
it was, it had the kind of twist reporters like to dream about if
they're too ethical to dream them up. Because the wrong man dropped dead and
the shots came from the wrong gun, Maya was standing in the doorway and
the gun in her hand was still smoking. She came into the room,
very deliberately, looked down at de Castro's lifeless body and tossed the gun on
top of it, and she turned to mel I hated him for the same
reason I hate you, but not enough to kill you now in a minute.
He killed your father, But what did I do my father? What
do I care about that he used to help him with his dishonorable schemes?
You did the same to get your story. Now you have it, you
can tell your Americans anything you want to ask me. I will not be
listening. I started this report with a reference to the hundred and eightieth meridian,
which makes it tomorrow in Hong Kong. What approximately three million people wish
it was yesterday, And if you don't mind the view of my back hair,
I wish it was too. This is brandon O'Shea in Hong Kong,
returning you Stateside. This is O'Shea stars High Haverbank as Brandon O'sheay and was
directed by Albert Capstaff and produced by Joe Donohue. Musical Store was composed and
conducted by Frank Worth. Jerry Hausner is Joe Friendly Her Butterfield appeared in the
role of our Sin. Virginia Gregg was Maya. This is o'she with the
rest of the story the Unpredictable, lethal, and lovely. Maya went back
to Macau, a happy circumstance for her since there is not much law there
and fats that mister os Sin that is, went with her and, feeling
strangely paternal, he's going to pay for her defense. May they live happily
ever after? In Somebody's comic strip next week, South America and a story
about a family spat involving several million people, a high government official and his
girlfriend. Judging from the picture, it might be well worth covering. This
is Oshay, That's thirty. This has been a presentation of the Hollywood Program
Department will come back. Let's just start off with the best part about this
pilot, and that is that in an era when so many people were impersonating
Sydney green Street. I don't think anybody was better at it than her.
Butterfield, Well, of course we'll hear tomorrow as the chief on Dangerous Assignment,
but this is just a really good impersonation. I mean, absolutely nailed
it. The series starred High Averback, which I think, judging by listener
demographic series, who would probably be best remembered as the voice of the Loudspeaker
on Mash, a series he also produced, and I got reminded recently as
I was rewatching some f Troope or our Storch special we're going to play on
the Amazing World of Radio. He also was the executive producer of f Troope,
but to contemporary audiences for this program, he was probably best known as
an announcer, particularly on The Bob Hope Show. It's an interesting portrayal of
a reporter, and I do love at the end how they really don't care
about these two villainous people and they're like as like I can't do anything to
stop this. Yeah, it's an interesting bit of realism. Plus, you
know, the use of the sound recorder in that whipment to that degree is
an interesting choice and certainly would make it stand out from other programs. I
do have a feeling, having listened to even just two episodes of O'Hara i
e. Jack Moyle's show after Rocky Jordan, that this does seem like it
might be a little bit too similar to that series. It's only ran for
twenty six weeks, and who knows, maybe this script might have been a
reworking of a script from O'Hara. Don't have enough episodes of that series to
know for sure. There were quite a few programs that featured reporter heroes.
I as we were looking at Mercedes McCambridge, she starred in a series called
Wire Service as one of three rotating stars in the series who were each slobe
trotting reporters. And there were quite a few series that focused on that on
television, and I think that, you know, as well as radio,
and there was almost a lot of them. And this is O'Shea is not
even the only unmade pilot featuring a reporter. There was also a series,
San Francisco Final, starring Jeff Chandler, that we played all the way back
in season one, and honestly like San Francisco Final more than this, I
think it's grasp of the cultures are kind of superficial at Bess and I can
see why this didn't get picked up, but it's an interesting oddity, particularly
for her Butterfield's performance. Well, now we turned to listener comments and feedback,
and we have this comment from Kevin on Petreon, who rides Adam.
I've been listening to The Great Detectives and some of your other podcasts for a
few years, and belatedly I'm getting around and contributing. I really appreciate your
passion for old time radio and the efforts you put into bringing these shows and
the many wonderful performers and creators back to life. Thank you for doing what
you do. Well, Thank you so much, Kevin, and I appreciate
your support. All Right, Well, now we get to talking about Hard
Tuesday's schedule for next season, and this gets complicated. So let's start with
this simple part of it, and that is that when we get into the
Bob Bailey serials, we're going to be playing one serial per week, and
so this time through what we'll be doing is every Tuesday will feature two fifteen
minute episodes of Johnny Dowler, and then on Friday we will play three of
the fifteen minute episodes, and that way we'll be able to get through all
of the five parts. Now, of course, there is a six parter,
and there's a non part, and there are or cereals where one episode
is missing, so we'll have to work around that. But that is our
general plan for the fifty eight week Bob Bailey serial run. Now what that
means is that anything else we are doing on Tuesday needs to wrap up at
the same time. We finish all of the pre Bob Bailey episodes, and
I recalculated and I dropped a couple of short series meet Miss Sherlocke and Martin
Caine, and move those two season fifteen and set I Hate Crime to start
next week. And then I'm doing a little bit of research online and every
source for I Hate Crime has thirteen episodes in circulation. I find a listing
where we have fifteen episodes. There were sixteen listed, but one is a
duplicate, So that means that my figuring is now off by two episodes,
which is frustrating. And after I Hate Crime, we had Sarah's private paper,
which by nature of the series, I want to do while we are
playing Sam Spade, so that has to say put. So what that means
is that Matthew Slade will not be played this season. That's non episodes.
We don't have space for it. I did think about doing some silly things,
like having a week where I played two episodes of Matthew Slade rather than
one, and then editing them so that like when we have the separate show
feed, we have two episodes. And no, that's just too complicated.
So we're going to go ahead and move Matthew Slade too season sixteen, and
by then, hopefully I will have acquired the Day of the Phoenix saga,
which I was going to play Matthew Slade without and hope that we somehow found
it. But now I guess I bought myself two more years to try and
track down a copy. So that still leaves us seven episodes short. And
what are we going to do with those seven episodes? Well, here's the
plan. First, we are going to replay Doctor Tim Detective. Now,
this was a series that when we first did the Johnny Dollars serials, we
did two episodes on Monday, two episodes on Wednesday, and one episode on
Friday, and then on Friday we threw in a fifteen minute episode of another
series, and that made sense at the time, and we played the Doctor
Him series essentially just entirely that way, and then a few years ago we
found an additional episode and we played that fifteen minute episode as a standalone.
But we did made sense at the time for what we were trying to do,
particularly with the Johnny Doller. But I think because essentially we would play
Johnny Doller first, it doesn't really make sense in the archive because to listen
to Doctor Tim you have to listen to the fifth part of the Johnny Doller
episode, which is in our Forgotten Detective's feed, disconnected from anything else.
So that people can just properly enjoy this series, and then long term,
we can have the episodes so that people can listen to them in our Forgotten
Detective's archive, which is a pretty big feed for us. We've had twenty
plus thousand downloads from it this year. So we're going to go ahead and
go back through that series on its own, and then we will move Meet
Miss Sherlock up to season fourteen from where we had it scheduled in season fifteen
after moving it down from season thirteen, and then I think we'll tentatively plan
on doing an episode of the series The Crime Club, although that one episode
can be flexible and I can be open like if you know in a surprise
episode pops up. I've got some room. But we will plan on an
episode of the Crime Club and hopefully I can be done ja going the schedule,
that's what we have plan for Tuesday, and we so again we're going
to start next Tuesday with I Hate Crime, and then following that Sarah's Private
Caper for one week, our replay of Doctor Your Tim Detective, an episode
of The Crime Club, and then Tuesday and Friday will be yours truly Johnny
Dollar Days for fifty eight weeks, and that will get us through the entirety
of season fourteen. Now with that, let's go ahead and thank our Patreon
supporter of the day. Thank you to Brian, Patreon supporter since May of
twenty twenty, currently supporting us at the detective sergeant level US seven dollars and
fourteen cents or more per month. Again, thanks so much for your support.
That will do it for today. Join us back here next Tuesday for
I Hate Crime. But listening tomorrow as Steve Mitchell heads alf on a dangerous
assignment? Where Hey, Hey, where are you? Hey? Who are
you? Uncle? Look? Where's the American? Put the topic? Oh,
he's mister Marco. Who is mister Marco? Who is he? Anyway,
he was staying the next room, next door. Where is the American?
Who had? I wish I knew the windows? Yeah, blood on
the silk American. Michael went out the window and down the fight escape.
No, look, I hope you'll be with us then in the meantime,
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