 From Hollywood, it's time now for Edmund O'Brien as... Johnny Dollar. This is Lieutenant Reece down at homicide. Oh, good morning, Lieutenant. Did you hire a... Yeah, I did, why? He was found dead this morning. Dead? Yet another adventure of the man with the action-packed expense account. America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator. Yours truly, Johnny Dollar. Johnny Dollar. The account submitted by a special investigator, Johnny Dollar, to a home office, great Eastern insurance company, Hartford. I don't know how much responsibility you'll want to take for these expenses, but I hope you realize that a large share of them were incurred in an effort to protect the company. The following is an accounting of expenditures during my investigation of the Douglas Taylor matter. Expense account item one, a dollar twenty, a cab fare from my apartment to Hartford Police Headquarters, homicide division. Yes, sir? My name is Dollar, Lieutenant Reece. Oh, yeah, the second door there. He's waiting. Just go right in. Thanks. Well, I can't say it's a pleasure, Lieutenant. Sorry to hear about Taylor. What happened? We don't know yet. Where did it happen? We aren't sure of that either. He was found out by the freight yards, but chances are he was shot someplace else and dumped there. How did you happen to land on me? His wife came down to identify him this morning. She told us he was working for you. Well, I might as well get this off my chest now, Lieutenant. You won't like it any better if I say that. I can't answer any questions about what Taylor and I were working on. Not now. Why not? Because it'll wreck a case that could be worth about a half million dollars if you start nosing into it looking for a motive. I hate to see you turn on cooperatives so early in the game, Dollar. They can't help it. There are usually plenty of motives around when it's a private detective. We've got plenty of other places to start. We like to have them all. I don't like this. I don't need it, Lieutenant, but I'm stuck with some confidences I'll have to stand by. I can tell you this. I don't see how my case could have anything to do with his dying. There are two men suspected of insurance fraud. I was following one, Taylor, the other. I don't think they knew we were tailing them. All right, Dollar. I guess I can understand the spot you're on. I'll talk it over with the people that hired me, but I can't open it up until they give me the word. How long had you known him? Oh, about two years, I guess. Not well, but he was a good, careful worker, and I hired him when I needed somebody. Did he talk to you about any trouble? No. No, he never said a word. How well do you know his wife? I met her twice. That's all. Both times, she came with Taylor when I had a check for him. She seemed like that kind of a wife. That's as well as you knew him. That's it. I'm sorry. Yeah. It brings us back to that half million you mentioned, doesn't it? That's enough to hold you on, you know? I knew that when I told you. It's up to you. Beat it. If you ever need some help from us, I hope I'm on hand to turn you down. I came to know that Lieutenant Reece had put a plane closed in on me as soon as I left the building because I would have done the same in his place. So I went back to my apartment and phoned the news to the company. I hope you've done the right thing, Johnny. I think you have. Well, I can always change it, Mr. Nibley, but I know one thing. If I stay on the arson case, the police are going to get on it and mess it up. Yeah, I suppose our problem is nothing to them. Are you positive there's no connection? Not positive, but fairly sure. Anyway, I think I'd better drop it for a while. If you'll put a couple of men on it, all we have to know is if either one contacts a professional fire bug. If and when that happens, I have all the rest of the evidence we'll need. All right, I guess that's the way to handle it. Oh, what about Taylor's wife? Did she know anything about the case? I don't think so. Lieutenant Reece would have found out from him. But I'll have to go see her. I'll find out. All right, Johnny. I want to thank you for this. You can feel awful about what happened. Yeah, so do I. I hired him. Glad you came over. Doug spoke obviously so often. Sit down. Thank you, Mrs. Taylor. Well, there's no way for me to say what I feel about him. Of course there is. I do want to clear your mind and my conscience on one thing, though. Doug wasn't killed because he was working for me. I'm sure of that. Wouldn't have made any difference if he had been. Doug was 40 last month. He was 21 when I married him in New York. He was on the force there for 12 years before we opened his office here. I've been waiting for this to happen all these years. Can you understand that? I think so. I tried not to think of it, but not a day passed that I didn't. Now that it's happened, it's like so many things are supposed to be. The anticipation was so bad. Well, I thought that another detective might understand. I think I do. Mrs. Taylor, did Doug talk his cases over with you? No, not for a long time. You knew he was working for me? Yes, he mentioned it, but that's all. He liked you, agreed to you? He didn't speak of any trouble or the chance of any? No. I suppose it's my fault that he didn't. He knew I've worried too much as it was and he never told me anything. Do you know if there would be any specific reason for his being killed? I mean, outside of his work. What do you mean? Well, it'll sound like a rotten thing to ask, but was there anyone else in his life? You mean a woman? Yeah. I don't think so. If there was, I didn't know about it. You don't sound quite sure. I'm not. I did suspect him. You know, one of the things that kept gnawing at me all those years, but I never found out anything. I hope you're telling me everything, Mrs. Taylor. I am. That's the way it was being married to him. I was alone so much I... Oh, I know I thought about things too much, but I couldn't help it. Yeah. Who were some of his friends, Mrs. Taylor? I don't remember that he ever mentioned any to me. We had a few friends who were in the neighborhood. And there's the man who was his partner for a while, Henry Fauner. Never heard of him. Where is he? He's a house detective at the Hotel Mellard. How close were they? Well, they were good friends. They hunted me face to face. Oh. Have the police been here? No, I'd... Do I have to talk to them? I don't think it'd be wise to try not to. You want me to let him in? No. No, I'll let him in. You want to answer some questions now? Yes. Yes, I'm all right. Thanks. I'll try not to take any more... Lieutenant Reese. Got everything taken care of? What does that mean? Did you get her story rehearsed? Climb off, Lieutenant. I don't play that way. What's this man doing here, Mrs. Taylor? What? My husband was working for Mr. Dollar when he was killed, so he came to see me. Has he been asking you questions? Yes. What kind? Look, Lieutenant. $9. What kind of questions, Mrs. Taylor? About Doug being killed. Did he tell you how to answer police questions? No. That never came up. Dollar, how much information on this insurance case did Taylor have in his office? No reason for him to have any. Why? The office had been torn to pieces by the time we got to it this morning. All or part of the motive was there and somebody came back after it. You'd better clear yourself of this mess, Dollar. Or I'm going to cede to it that you'll put right out of business. I had to wait until seven that evening before I could get to Henry Bonner, the hotel detective Mrs. Taylor had spoken of. He was the slight dark type of a hairline moustache and too much aftershave powder. The kind of house stick that usually causes the feminine guests the kind of trouble they're paid to stop. Yeah, I had a little deal cooked up this afternoon. The kind of way you don't leave a phone until we can be reached if you know what I mean. Yeah, yeah. Yeah, what a doll. Hey, what's behind a stuck Taylor miss anywhere? Haven't read any papers. Hasn't broken yet. His wife told me you and Doug were good friends. Oh, yeah, yeah. We used to be partners for a while. We used to get out of town once in a while. Hunting and fishing? Yeah, that was a pitch. When did you see him last? Let's get out of the lobby and go in the office, John. It seems to me the last time I saw Doug was around a middle of last week he stopped by here in the way home. Was he on a case? I don't remember him saying. You know, it was one of those things I asked him how it was going. He said the same old stuff. He got killed over one of his cases? Looks like it. His office was broken into. Somebody after one of his reports is something the police say. It seems to me it was awful fed up the last few minutes we got together. A couple of times he mentioned there was going to be a change. He was going to go back to New York or to Florida or out west some place. With or without his wife? Without. I think she's a creep. You know, jealous and all that stuff. The poor guy had to sneak the money to spend all we got together. What about the money for this change you mentioned? I don't have any idea. Never followed it up because I thought he was just dreaming. Hey, uh, who's paying you for this? Not his wife. Nobody. I'm trying to clear myself with the police. They think I'm holding out information on them. Oh, how come? He was working with me when he was killed. I made you think his wife might have hired me. I was wondering if she hired you before for the talent. Say, um, just for the four walls and me, do you think she'd be capable of killing him? Oh, yeah. One of those fits it was. I really think she's a little off. Sure. If she got Wendy, he was really leaving. If she figured he had some dough hidden in the office. Yeah. That's what I meant. Sure it could all fit. Maybe he got something. He owned a car, didn't he? The police say the body was driven to the freight yard. And the yard, sir, was just down. He might have something. Well, I'll go see. Thanks for the time, Bonnie. It was dark by the time I got across town again and back to the Taylor duplex. I happened to look up at their second floor apartment and I saw a light switch on behind a drawn shade in one of their rooms. If I hadn't done that, a number of things would not have taken place. Yeah, sure. I don't move right across the room. Where's Mrs. Taylor? She's in the bedroom. Maybe she's dead. I don't know how I hit her. She wouldn't be quiet and I hit her with a gun. And I'll kill you too if I have to. I don't care how many anymore. How'd you kill Taylor? Tell you it was too filthy to stay alive, too dirty rotten to live. Don't you try to follow me around. I'll kill you too. And I mean it. That doesn't mean anything anymore. What are you fighting? What did you come after? Don't you try to follow me? Hey, come here. He was young and obviously out of his head from fear. I hoped the shots he fired would alert the plain clothesman that I thought was still sticking to me. But he wasn't there. If I tried to lose him, it probably would have taken a week. But as I learned later, a split second set of circumstances caused him to miss me when I left the hotel. And Douglas Taylor's killer simply disappeared into the night. Julie Johnny-Dollar in just a moment. Do more great shows, climb aboard your CBS radio bandwagon tomorrow night. Eve Arden, as wisecracking Armist Brooks, returns to dear old Madison High. And the Edgar Bergen, Charlie McCarthy's show, resumes its pot shots at your sense of humor. Listen for Armist Brooks starring Eve Arden and Edgar Bergen and Charlie McCarthy back in business on most of these stations tomorrow night. Now with our star, Edmund O'Brien, we bring you the second act of yours, Julie Johnny-Dollar. The knocked unconscious but hadn't been seriously hung. I phoned Lieutenant Reese, argued some tenants, and they're going back to their dinners, and then did what I could for them. He was crazy. It's all right, it's all right. When I screamed he came at me. I knew he was going to kill me. I knew it. I knew that was the last thing I'd ever see. He's amazing. Take it easy, Miss Taylor. Take it easy. He's gone, and you're all right now. Oh, I guess it's lame. I knew I was dying, but I tried to hang on, and I couldn't. Here, here. Can you drink some more of this? Yes. I'll try. You swarmed, didn't you? Yeah, yeah, I swarmed. I love you. Hadn't you ever seen him before? No, never. He was crazy. He told me that he killed Doug, and he killed me, too. What else did he say? I couldn't understand. Nothing about hug, Doug, ruin, too lie. I wish he could kill him again. Then I screamed that he'd give it. Does anybody set mean anything to you? No. I wanted to ask him why he came here. He was looking for something. For the place to pieces. Must be the same one that broken at Doug's office. I don't understand anything. Police are on their way in. I want to talk to you. I'll wait for them in the living room. Waiting the hall all night, did you? Why didn't you go out after him? One of your men has been tailing me since morning. I thought he'd be outside, and that the two shots would wake him up. Where was he? How hard did you make yourself to follow? I didn't give him any trouble. A boy scout could have stayed on me. Then Parker is probably following the boy. How long did you have to study him? Less than a minute, but I think I can give you a fair description. Let's have it. Well, he's about 5'9", between 17 and 20 years old, I'd say. Fair complexion. Small features. Brown wavy hair, brown eyes. Very white teeth. And what looked like a mole above his right eyebrow. No other marks? Not that I saw. He's wearing a ring on his left hand. I couldn't see it too well, but it could have been a class ring. How about clothes? Well, no hat. White shirt without tie. It was open. Flannel slacks. Brown tweed jacket. And brown wingtip shoes. His clothes were well cut, looked expensive. What kind of gun? Revolver Smith and Western 38 with a black rubber hand grip. You're sure of all this? I'm sure. You think I'm making it up? I can't forget you're holding out a half-million-dollar motive on me. You'll feel better if you do. You talked to witnesses that heard the shots, didn't you? You could have fired them. With what? I'm not carrying a gun. You could have got rid of one. Go look for it, Lieutenant. Then you can stop making an ass of yourself. Watch it, dollar. You're doing a pretty good job of needling me. If you'll stop riding your badge for a little while, we can get together and make some sense. Go ahead. Doesn't it seem obvious that Taylor had something on this kid, something big enough to be his motive? There must be a record of it. The kid missed it at the office, or he wouldn't have come here. And I'm sure he didn't take anything out of the apartment. So it must be around someplace. If you're all through, go sit down someplace. What's the matter with it? It's nothing, that's all. We've gone through every file that was in Taylor's office, and we went through this apartment. There's nothing hot enough for a killing, nothing. Then why did the kid show up here? I'll work on that when I'm convinced he did. None of the witnesses saw him, you know. Nobody did. Nobody but you and your friend the widow in there. It turned out to be a long night. Looking back at it now, I can see how the lieutenant felt justified in pushing around somebody who wouldn't cooperate. For that night it was tough, including a paraffin test that he called inconclusive, because I could have been wearing a glove when I fired the two shots and then gotten rid of it. Finally, at about 1.15 in the morning, he got tired of it and he let me go home. I didn't leave my apartment the next day, except to go out after the extra additions that called me the private investigator whose position and importance in regard to the case is not clear at the moment. But nine that night I was at home again and the door buzzer sounded. I thought it was a delivery boy bringing some liquor, I doubt it. Hey, you're fat. Go on, get back inside. What do you want here? Go on, back up or I'll kill you. You know I will, don't you? You look crazy enough too, but it would be stupid if you'd never get out of this apartment building. What's the matter with you anyway? What do you want? You were in with Douglas Taylor, weren't you? What do you mean? He told us about you. When did he tell you? That he brought somebody else in for protection. He said we'd never find out who it was. But I did find out, didn't I? You're pretty mixed up about something, aren't you? Don't lie to me. If you'd only stopped when he told us you were going or none of this would have happened. But you didn't. He kept coming back. We told him to have to stop some way. We couldn't pay anymore. We've got nothing left. Now, wait a minute. Now, you wait. Now, he had a file on me, and I've got to have it. And if you don't give it to me, I'll kill you. We've got to have it. I haven't got it. That's what he said, and it didn't do any good. I killed him anyway. I won't do you any good to lie now. I'm not lying. I guess you are, and I'll do you any good. Don't you know that? You're way wrong. Now, listen to me. No, I won't. You told me that you killed Taylor because he lied to you, didn't you? And I believe you. I believe that you'd kill anybody who you thought was lying to you. And I will. I know you would. Now, listen. Since I know that, since I know that if I had a choice of telling you the truth and saving my life or lying when I knew you'd kill me, wouldn't I tell you the truth? Huh? If I had your file or whatever it is, wouldn't I give it to you to save my life? All right, then give it to me. I don't have it. I don't have anything of yours. I don't know who you are. I don't know your name. All I know is that you're wrong. You're mixed up, confused. You think I'm someone I'm not. Oh, Taylor told me about you. What did he say to make you so sure that he meant me? You came to his apartment. You were the only one, and you were in the paper. If I was mixed up in anything with Taylor, I wouldn't have come to the apartment. I would have stayed as far away as I could. Don't you see how wrong you are? You've got everything wrong. But you're knowing. A lot of people know him. I hired him once in a while, that's all. I don't know what you're talking about. You can believe that. Well, I got to go. Where? You don't know where to go. Oh, I shouldn't have come if I'd been able to think I wouldn't have come. But I don't think anymore. I just do things. My life's all winding up, and it goes faster and faster, and I can't stop it. And Douglas Taylor did all this things? Oh, not all of it. Part of it, I did myself. I don't know anything about it or about you. I feel sorry for you. You're driving yourself crazy, aren't you? I did what I had to do. Now, why don't you sit down? What's that? Who's that? Don't just go to the insert. I don't know. It's just a boy bringing some liquor inside the door. You're lying. Please, they're coming in. No, it isn't the police. He just put the liquor down against the door. Now he's gone. Oh, no police. Why would the police come here? Because they're looking for him. Not in my apartment. You can believe that. See? There's nobody there anymore. The police would be breaking in by now. Yeah, it wasn't the delivery boy. Sure it was. You got nothing to be afraid of. I don't think any more. You're on their strike. You know why? Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. Because you're fighting something you know you can never beat. I've been doing that all right. Don't you know you'd be a hundred times better off if you gave yourself up for Taylor's killing? No. No, I can't do that. Why not? I can't. I've got to get away. You'll never get away from this. Then I'll die. Taylor was black. What did he have on you? How did you know that? There'll be a lot of it these days. Be as bad off as you think of you. This isn't even important any... Go. What is important like this, huh? A family? What makes you think I... Because it sticks out all over you. A father with a fur collar on his overcoat and a mother who belongs to every civic club in town. All right, and a sister engaged to a lawyer. That's why I can't give myself up and have our name all over the papers. That's why I've got to find that filed Taylor hat and get rid of it and then get away. I've almost ruined the family now. Dad's been blood dry, keeping Taylor from turning my name in. Now, now they don't have to pay anymore. What do they think about his being dead? Well, they asked me and I told them I didn't do it. I think they believe me. That's all right. Anyway, it's better now than it has been for the last two years. That long? Yeah, two years. It started when Dad got a feeling about what I was doing. He hired Taylor to find out and when he finished his job, that's what he threw at us. Hey, wait a minute. Where are you going now? I'm gonna get a ride if that's okay. I live here, you know. I got to go. I don't know why I've talked like this. You wanted someone to talk to. I'm not as sorry for you as I was because I think you're playing it stupid. I don't care what you think. I did what I had to do and I know what I got to do now. You ought to give yourself up and you know it. Now, I'm through talking sense. If you want to blow it all up your way, go ahead. I know what I have to do. There's nothing you can do. Now, look, I want you to come down to the ground floor with me. All right. All right, we'll use the stairway and you know that I'll kill you if I have to. I've gathered that, yes. Well, anytime you want to leave. There are enough people on the sidewalk to stop him but I didn't start anything because I knew that he would open up with his 38 without thinking about who might get hit. He had the fear crazed look in his eyes again as he left me just outside the entrance and started across the street. I realized what was going to happen before he did. Either he had been spotted and followed or my building had been staked out. It didn't make any difference. When the police officers saw us together, it was all they needed. Hey, you! Step one! We're police. We want to talk to you. Step five! Our debts. The father a judge and so on. The son got at least one wish. He didn't live to stand trial for murder. But as far as protecting his family, he'd done nothing. The whole story rocked Hartford for weeks following. Expense account item two, miscellaneous, $180. Expense account total, $181.20. Remarks? For a number of reasons, I'm sorry I had to drop the arson case for this interlude but somehow a half million dollar loss which I couldn't have prevented anyway doesn't seem as important as the destruction of an entire family. And I couldn't prevent that either. Yours truly, Johnny Dollar. Johnny Dollar stars Edmund O'Brien in the title role and is written by Gildowd with music by Wilbur Hatch. Edmund O'Brien will soon be seen starring in the Paramount Pictures Silver City featured in tonight's cast were Ray Hartman, Joseph Kearns, Edgar Berrier, Jeanette Nolan, and Haie Averbach. Yours truly, Johnny Dollar, is produced and directed by Jaime Delvalli. This is a cutting inviting you to join us next week at this time when Edmund O'Brien returns as... Yours truly, Johnny Dollar. Gave 36 million pounds of U.S. farm surplus eggs and milk to save the Yugoslavs but somebody had to pay the freight. Care undertook to raise it from the American people and at $5.35 for a 300-pound package that people gave. Three million Yugoslav mothers and children have already received the care, eggs, and milk but with a month to go before winter closes down the program, one million remain to be reached. You can reach 100 with only $5.35. Mail it to your local care office or to C.A.R. Los Angeles or C.A.R. New York. The Vaughn Monroe Show is back from vacation. Vaughn, The Moon Made, The Moon Men, Ziggy Talent, and their singing guest stars will again be heard every Saturday beginning tonight. 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