 And now, tonight's presentation of Radio's Outstanding Theatre of Thrill's Suspense. Tonight, the story of a fishing cruise and bait that was a life insurance policy. We call it Over the Bounding Mane. So now, starring Mr. Tony Barrett, here is tonight's suspense play, Over the Bounding Mane. It's the stakes, Marty. When are you gonna put a light in this garage? I'm sorry, honey. I forgot. Oh, you forgot. You forgot. Too bad you can't forget to wake up some morning. Look, just because you had a couple too many drinks at the Warrens, you don't have to get nasty. I had too many. Are you kidding? I watched you. Don't think I didn't. Oh, come on. Let's go in, huh? I gotta be downtown early. For what? So you can make enough to buy a house at Catalina like the Warrens? Get a new car? There's a little thing called money, but you wouldn't know you've got to find the right job. Look, are we going over that again? Yes, we're going over that again. I'm ashamed when I go out. Did you see what she was wearing? Will you keep your voice down, the neighbors? You say that again and I'll kill you. You'll be sorry in the morning. I'll be sorry, all right. Sorry like every other morning. Because you'll be here. I guess a lot of it was my fault. I wanted the right kind of a job. It was hard to find. Ever since Clare had got rid of Lou Barris-Harex, we've been living pretty close and Clare just wasn't used to it. The Warrens made it worse. They were well healed and I was supposed to keep up with the Warrens. I knew I could never do it. Maybe Clare knew it too. Clare had got the invitation for us to go with the Warrens to Catalina. So now we were driving down 22nd Street in San Pedro to the landing. There's nearly three in the morning and very dark. There's a light fog drifting in the harbor. We have to lock it. Sure. Look out for the fishing rods, will you? You better give me the keys. You're so careless. I won't lose them. I know you. All that junk in your pockets. You'll lose them. Don't worry. I will. Why don't you let me hang onto them? We'll be in a nice mess if you want. All right. All right. Here, take them. Thank you, dear. I guess we were the first ones here. Don't see Bob's car. Oh, uh, I forgot to tell you. We're meeting them at the Islas. On the island? Yes. They've been there all week. You didn't say anything about it. I thought we... Well, for Pete's sake, what difference does it make? You're worrying about chartering a boat to get us there. You can stop. It's all arranged. Bob's paying for it. They know you're broke. Sure. Sure. You blabbed that to everyone. It was a great guy when I had it. Well, you lost it, so let's not talk, shall we? That's okay with me. The boat down there. The Pelican? Is that the name? I think so. Uh, yes. That's it. Watch your step, huh? Why did W wear shoes like that on a fishing trip? Because they're all I have. Hello. Anyone aboard? One minute, senor. Senor Evans? Yeah, that's right. A common board, sir. If I may help the lady. You can sure tell this is a fishing boat. Do you, uh, captain understand? No, sir. I'm Ignacio. Deccan. I help run the engine. I thought you looked a little young. Where is he? He went there short for a minute, senor. Well, I'm ready anytime he is. Uh, here, sonny. Take my stuff below. Yes, senora. Right away. Smart-looking kid, huh? Oh, gosh. I'm sleepy. Now you wake up when we get going. Boy. Boy, I smell that air. You know, honey, I think we're gonna have fun. Well, there must be a bunk somewhere. I'm going below. Oh, come on. Stay with me. I'm sleepy. Okay, but you be sorry. I'm gonna start trolling as soon as we clear the harbor. Aw, wake me up when we get there. Senor, there is a captain coming down the dock. Oh, yeah, yeah. Now we get started, huh? Yes. I, uh, I read where the albacore are running. Well, he may be, senor. I've only been working on the pelican for two days. All set. Yes, Capitan Moran. Let's go then. Uh, I'm Mr. Evans. The wife is below taking that. All right. Cast off. You, uh, think there's fog or lift? Right. Any idea how far offshore we might hit albacore? No tunnel. How long do you figure for us to reach Catalina? I guess I'll go and get my outfit picked up. Yeah. Why don't you do that? Are you sure that feather's the best lure for him? Oh, I've got many albacore with it, senor. If they're hungry, they'll take it. But, uh, this time of night, you'll probably only get shark. Well... Hey, hey, hey, start the boat. Strike, senor. Let him take it. Give him life. Ha! Give it to him. He's got it. Count five, senor. Uh, uh, slow. Uh, slow. Now, now, senor. Strike him. A big one, senor. Pull and start the boat, will you? No. Thanks. If you had to push me, I'd have gone over. I cannot understand the rail breaking. What the devil was Moran trying to do? We could have been killed. You tell him to stop. He speeds up. Perhaps he did not hear. Well, I want a few words with that joke. You and I almost went under the drink. The rail with the stern broke. Oh, that's too bad. I don't have to get it fixed. Yeah. What the devil were you trying to do? The kid yelled for you to stop? Sorry. I thought he wanted me to put it back. Thought you'd lost your tackle. I dare not have lost my skin. Nassio hadn't been so quick on his feet. Sorry. That was all I got. He just turned back to the wheel. And then, then something stuck in my memory. I kept thinking I'd seen the guy before. Never talked to him, never met him. But somehow I knew his face. I looked him over, but I couldn't pin it down. I started back after when all of a sudden, Clara came out on deck. She rushed to the stern, looked over, then spun around and saw me. She had a strange look in her eyes. Her face was very white. Hey, what's the matter? You sick? No, I... Yes, I think I'm seasick. No, there is a bit of a swell. Look, stay on deck. You'll feel better. No. I'm going to lie down again. Okay. You look pretty bad. Come on. I'll help you down. I'm all right. Go on back up. Phew! Now, when do you feel lousy? The smell. Oil and dead bait. Look, I'm not kidding. You'll feel better up there. Let me alone, will you? What's the matter with the engine? How should I know? Look, you take it easy. What's wrong, Moran? Nothing serious. We'll be on our way in a few minutes. No. It looks like the fog's getting thicker. Don't you think you ought to sound the horn? Sound the blank. Oh, that's swell. This tub's in great shape. It'll do. Where's the kid? Ignacio, below hunting down the trouble. Now, look, why don't you just relax? I'll go and help him. It was a fine way to relax. Drifting in the Catalina Channel with no motor, no fog horn, and you couldn't see more than 20 feet out. After a while, I folded up with my back to the bait tank. I dozed off. When I woke up, we were still drifting. The fog was even thicker. I started to look for Moran. He wasn't anywhere on deck. I felt that something was wrong besides the motor. When I heard the voices, I knew it. You go soft on me. I can't. You don't have any choice, this big idea. When I get squeamish, he's worth a lot more dead than alive. 20 grand, isn't it? I just can't do it. Listen, baby, there's a lot of dough invested in this guy. And it's going through on schedule. And there isn't any backing out. You are listening to Over the Bounding Mane, tonight's presentation in Radio's Outstanding Theatre of Thrills, Suspense. Many for the unwary motorist. Excessive speed means more blowouts. More blowouts mean more fatalities. And since more cars are on the roads than ever, there are more fatalities than ever too. Drive to survive. And now we bring back to our Hollywood soundstage Mr. Tony Barrett, starring in tonight's production of Over the Bounding Mane, a tale well calculated to keep you in suspense. I don't think I was scared. Not at first, that is. You can only take in so much, and then something in your mind shuts it off. This fishing trip, it was Claire's idea. And the only thing she planned on hooking was a $20,000 policy in the life of Martin Evans. I moved away and toward the stern, I needed help now. Maybe there was somebody I could count on. The young deckhand, Ignacio. I found him all right, sprawling his face in the bow, lying over the anchor. Come on, Ignacio. Wake up, wake up. He smelled like a distillery. I shook him, slapped him as hard as I dared, but he went right on sleeping. Captain Moran had taken good care of the only friend I had. With the Mickey's port, anyone would be lucky if they ever woke up. And now I was good and scared. Moran would be coming up on deck. Then I remembered it. The gaff, a hole with a razor sharp hook at the end. I moved to the stern quietly, feeling with my fate because I couldn't see now. And then I turned over something, fell to the deck. It was the gaff I grabbed and got up. Fives, guns, axes, ropes. Suddenly something clicked into place, rope. There was a coil of heavy rope on the forward deck. A coil of heavy rope on the forward deck. Give away for me. Captain Ship. He'll tell, he'll tell. Isn't it funny what Lycoral do to a kid? He's a rough one. He had to kill you. You won't get me. Is he? He decided to swim for it. Well, that saved a lot of trouble. Quietly on the deck. If Moran should notice the missing coil of rope, it wouldn't take him long to figure out exactly what made that splash in the water. He couldn't see any better than I could. But as soon as it got light, there I'd be. Right out in the open without a prayer. The only thing I'd gain was a few hours at the moor, so I huddled against the rail and hung onto that fishing gaff, waiting. Then I heard Claire and Moran coming out on deck. That mess if you don't want to set up. Those cops are smart. You just keep your head. Don't worry about me. All right, this is important. Now, once more. Well, not again. Once more! Who heard the shot? I did. And? I rushed on deck to see Ignacio struggling with Marty. Ignacio had a gun. Ignacio had a gun. He and Marty fought, and they hit the side. Marty went overboard. And our engine's dead. He just disappeared in the darkness. Right? Can't we start back? I gotta change some parts first to make it look like the engine really was out. You see? Every little angle counts. Well, I wish it was over. For Pete's sake, remember my name is Moran. And you never saw me until you got on board the Pelican. There's no way they can check. I don't even have the locket anymore. Good. I'm gonna fix the engine. As soon as it gets light, we'll head back to port. The locket? I'd forgotten all about Claire's locket, but when she mentioned it, the last chunk of the puzzle dropped into the slot. And I wondered why I hadn't thought of it before. The little locket, heart shape, with Claire's picture on one side and Lou Barris's on the other, the one she wanted to keep for sentiment's sake. Her first husband, Lou Barris, the guy I remembered from the picture, Captain Moran, that's who he was. It all figured. Lou scores a triple play. He gets his wife back with 20 grand in a purse and pays off Martin Evans with a one-way trip to the bottom of the ocean. Then I thought of the dinghy. She was swinging from the stern about 25 feet off. It was a chance, a chance if I could get to it. I could hear Lou working on the engine. He'd done a good job when he made it quit. I only hoped it would take him a little longer to repair it. I got up, started back. The water was almost oily and the boat lay stuffing down. Somehow in the dark I found the dinghy line was about to pull on it when I saw Claire come on deck. I didn't move as she came toward me. The sound I hooked the scarf right through its throat. Martin! Yeah, I returned from the dead and I haven't anything to lose. Pull on this rope. Pull on it! You and me are getting into the dinghy. I'll figure it out, don't you? But you've got one day. Lou has to marry you again to collect the dough if you're not alive. Marty, please. I'm sorry. I am. Give me that rope. Don't you move. I've been wrong. I know it. Yeah, sure. I'm glad you're all right. I've been wrong about us. Don't worry. I won't kill you unless I have to. There might no insurance policy. I'll get over into the boat. I can't. Sure, sure. It's little. The ocean's big, but we're going just the same. Not a sound. Get in. As long as I had a gaffe at Claire's neck, Lou couldn't do a thing. His one bullet would cost him Claire 20,000 bucks, maybe his life. We drifted off a bit. I reached for the oars, but there weren't any. There weren't any oars. When I looked up, I saw Moran standing in the stern of the pelican. Evans! I can see you! That's right. Are you trying to shoot me in Claire's agonitou? I got the gaffe. I want to answer him, honey. Don't you understand? I'm sorry. I don't want you to die. I want to be with you. I was wrong. I bet you were wrong. We're going to find out. We're going to paddle, paddle with our hands. If we can lose them in the fog, we'll be all right. Just remember this. If he finds me, it's too bad for you. Don't paddle. Get over on the side. Look out! Look out! You lost it. The gaffe. Yeah, I lost it. It doesn't matter. Now maybe you'll believe me. I want to help you get away from him. Believe you? If he finds us, as soon as I see the boat, I'm going to knock you out and throw you overboard. That's how I believe in our paddle. I've got a chance! Stop paddling. Be quiet. Listen to me. Please. I love you. I'm on your side. I won't let him hurt you. Shut up! Emmet! The fog dissolved for a second, and in the darkness, I saw a darker shape. It was the pelican. And I knew that Lou had seen us. I reached for Claire. I fell a shoulder, then a neck. Claire, you all right? She was telling him to shoot me. And suddenly it didn't matter anymore. The pelican loomed over us, and Claire twisted away from me, and I didn't care. I was tired. Stay. Give me the gun, Lou. Let me do it. Are you kidding? No, give it to me. I hate it. Oh, baby, I'll do it. You better tie the dinghy on then. I can't hold it. Yeah, yeah, hold the gun. The rope, Marty. I don't want you to drift away now. I stood on deck looking down at what used to be little bears. Claire handed me the gun, and just stared at me. We didn't say anything for a long time. The fog was lifting. Yes. It's getting lighter. Yeah, sun will be breaking through soon. Do you believe what I told you before? Yeah. Yeah, I believe you now. Try to make it up to you. Sure. Well, you better get going. We going back to San Pedro? Yeah. Guess I can figure out how this thing runs. Marty, what about me? I gotta tell the police. Oh. Maybe it won't be too tough. I don't know. It's all right. It's better. Marty? Yeah. Do you still care? I mean... I was going to kill you back there, and I didn't. You figure it out. Suspense, in which Mr. Tony Barrett starred in tonight's presentation of Over the Bounding Mane. Next week, the story of 12 men and women and the fate of an accused murderer. We call it The Holdout. That's next week on Suspense. Suspense is produced and directed by Anthony Ellis. Tonight's script was written by Jimmy Barnett and Gloria Elmoy. The music was composed by Rene Garagin and conducted by Lut Bluskin. Featured in the cast were Charlotte Lawrence, Dawn Diamond, and Jack Krushen. Join the FBI in peace and war Wednesday nights on the CBS Radio Network.