 And now the Molle Mystery Theater, presented by Andrew Shaving Cream for Tender Skins. Good evening. This is Jeffrey Barnes, welcoming you to the program that presents the best in mystery and detective fiction. A few weeks ago, we brought you a story written by Joseph Ruskell and entitled The Case of the Missing Mind. It concerned a smart alecky little racetrack character named Kenny Andrews, who got into one jam after another and finally ended up in an insane asylum. Well, you mystery fans out there apparently took Kenny to your heart as we did. A number of you wrote wanting to find out whether he did get out of the asylum and what happened then. So we asked Mr. Ruskell, and tonight he's telling us in the further adventures of Kenny Andrews. Uh, excuse me, Mr. Barnes, but how about mentioning that other psychopathic case? Oh, you mean the ambulance driver who drove himself crazy? No, no, I'm talking about the fellow who said he'd rather be put in a straight jacket than shave. 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You remember how I got railroaded in a squirrel cage by that gang of crooks? Well, hooray, I'm sprung. Habeas corpus. But no sooner I'm out and exhale a few times over a scratch sheet, well, hello, I'm in a jam again. My lawyer, Alexander Farfel, he wants his fee. And I want it quick. And Kenny stopped trying to pay me off in horse tips. Nor do I want to buy in on a blind date with a show girl. What a proposition. I want my fee. But 200 bucks, you want to cut out my heart? I'm only two hours in a fresh air. All right, golly, Mr. Farfel, give me a little time to work out a few angles. You and your wrangles, angles. Got me out of the book house, didn't it? You mean, you mean that riot there, you mean, you mean you planned that? Certainly. You made book in a nut house, got all the attendance and queries to bet. And then when you couldn't pay off and that riot started, you did all that as an angle? Certainly, so I could telephone you during the help of Skelter so you could spring me. Kenny, Kenny, what's that you're carrying, that, that, that violin case? Are you really crazy? What's with the violin case? It's my suitcase. I want it flippin' a two-handed quarter. It's a long story, but look, don't you see, now I'm absolutely up the creek, so if you'll just give me a little time, I know two seats. Shut up! Now look, Kenny, while I repeat myself, I sprung you from a bird cage. You are a sharp guy with a million angles, so I'll give you just 24 hours to raise me my feet. I don't care how you get it. But if you don't, I'll bounce you right back from whence you came, the nut house. Oh, I'm on the way back to the nut house unless I raise two C's. My only assets are one, my violin case, and two, a blind date I had transacted over the phone for eight o'clock that night with a ravishing little pancake at the Square Circle Cafe, one Nicky Passions by name. Well, I sought this around the stem, up and down, down and up, but all my fair weather pals buttoned up when I mentioned a touch. I even offered to let Blinches Malloy the bookie buy in on a piece of my blind date, but no soap. So finally I entered the bar and grilled to avoid the freeze, and this is where the horrible climax began. I'm standing at the bar when suddenly a mysterious looking character slides up and... You want to make 200 bucks, pal? No kidding! 200 bucks! Who do I have to meet? Guy named Kenny Andrews. Come again? You're an out-of-town torpedo, huh pal? Huh? It's all right, Charm. I'm Pinko Schultz of the Carelli Mall. You probably heard of me, the Gal Carelli's right-hand man. Oh, sure, sure. I heard of you. Two saints, huh? Not another dime. To tell the truth, I was supposed to have bumped the character personally for Big Al. Oh. But you know, I'm kept pretty busy with this and that, on City Hall. Personally, I don't know the character. He may be a real nice guy for all I know. Oh, yeah, that's right, you're absolutely right, Pinko. He might be a very nice guy. Yeah, maybe, but he threw Big Al a couple of bum tips at the track which set the boss back 30. I give Big Al the word the character's ripped out, but luck's still running bad. So Big Al would like to visit the tips that's grave just to be sure. And that ain't even a corpus yet, you see? Yeah, I see. I figure it'd be cleaner all around to let an outside torpedo like you do the job. By the way, what's your name, pal? What marvel are you from? Well, I'm... I'm Chicago Louis. I'm Chicago. No, well, please, I meet you. And you're just a boy to do the job. Wait, wait, just let me just think it over, huh? Take your time. Most unusual proposition. But who sees? Well, that'll pay off that lousy farfall. Maybe I can waggle the fee in advance. Anyhow, as long as I keep gunning for myself instead of Pinko doing it, I'm alive. Who sees? Maybe I can angle this thing somehow. Well, Louis, what do you say? I'll do it. Good boy, Louis. I, uh, I like it in advance. Oh, yeah? I'll give you a fin. Balance when the crop is shown. Oh. Now to put you in touch with the finger. Who's the finger? A certain frail at the Square Circus Cafe. She's one of the mob. A showgirl there, Nicky Passion. Nicky Passion? Right. She's in on the trap. You go there before Kenny shows up and she'll put the finger on him. Mow him down. This Miss Passion stretching room? Yeah. Why? I'm, uh, Chicago Louis from Chicago. You don't look like a torpedo. Come on in. Thanks. Pinko, just phone me you were coming to do the job. Park the body and the violin case. Thanks. The sucker's due here in 10 minutes. It's a blind date, see? But I'll know him by his voice. When he knocks, I'll open the door and then let him have it. Catch? Yeah. I, uh, I catch Miss Passion here. You know, you're a cute killer. Far done in moi while I change over behind the screen there. You as well. You're beginning to do things to me. You can't cap yourself. It's on my dressing table. What the heck am I doing here under these circumstances? Maybe I belong in a nut house after all. But I'm still riding those two seas. There must be an angle somewhere. Anyhow, a good thing I put on these smoke glasses from the 5th time. Here I am again. How do you like me in this gown, Lily? Oh, what there is of it, Miss Passion? Do you like the material? Oh, Miss Passion, I, I have long desired an interview with you. Okay, Log, now let's get down to business. He'll be here in a few minutes. Take it out and set it up. Set one up. The artillery from the violin case. It's going with the mat. Are you chickenhearted? Take it behind the screen there and set it up. You can slide through the crack and shoot through the screen. Oh, I see. Behind the screen, huh? Oh, trigger. Good. Okay, stay at the table out there. We'll let you know when we need you. Who is that? I think I'll send him to hang around when you plug the horse player then he'll get rid of the body. I think I'll take a walk around the block. Here, a great little skitter. Come here and have a drink. Wait a minute. There's actually a guy in a cafe waiting to dispose of my, I mean, Kenny's body? Yeah, where is he lined up at, Louie? Here, good for your nerves. To Nicky and Louie. Huh? Is that what I mean? To Nicky and Louie. How do you got an aspirin? Bottoms up. What have you done to me, you bum? Huh? Well, you'll know well enough. Oh, no, no, I'm not. You made me fall in love with you, you heel. Oh, Miss Passion. Call me Nicky. Nicky, I can hardly believe it. In a minute I laid eyes on you. Oh, Louie, will you give me a break? Will I? Oh, Nicky, I'm already crazy about you. Though you were so unusual. Watch his name again, trigger. Have another drink. I'm surprised at you, Louie. Very surprised. Why, Nicky, baby? You got against poor Kenny Andrews. Well, nothing. Nothing at all, honest. Then how did you do such a thing? Such a cool, blooded killer. A bumping off of passion or revenge is so forth I could understand. But you never even laid eyes on him. Promise me this will be your last job, Louie. And then you'll go straight with me. Oh, sure. I'll even be glad to even skip this job if you say so. Well, the last one. For big else's sake. Nicky, I don't think it will be necessary to kill this guy, Kenny, after all, as I don't think he'll even show all. Yes, yes, he will. Any second now, it's eight o'clock sharp. I got it straight from my personal grave find, Nicky, so don't worry. Kenny Andrews will never knock at that door. And you can... The curtain falls on act one of tonight's play. We find Kenny Andrews about to meet himself and under the most unusual circumstances, eh, Dan? Well, I'm not so unusual, Mr. Barnes. There are times when many a man feels that he's about to murder himself. Oh, Dan, I don't believe it. Oh, but it's true. 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It can't be. Get behind the screen quick. What do I say? When he comes in, mo' him down. Take the chance. I had to see my little Nicky again. I get so loose. What was the idea saying you were Kenny Andrews? Oh, that. Just a nom de plume. Pinko plugged a little lace track towel for me a couple of weeks ago, so I'm using it for a disguise. Slip us another little one, huh? Hey, hey, wait, Al. Look, I might as well tell you, Pinko told you a little white lie. He ain't even caught up with Kenny Andrews yet. What? Now, he told you that because he knew you were so sensitive. You mean that little diamond Kenny ain't pushing up daisies? No, no, no. Why? Hey, get easy, Al. And if I was you, I'd lamb it quick. You're hot. Shut up. Trying to get rid of me. Hey, I know why, Nicky. I know you've been playing around with some new hotspots. And when I catch up on it, it'll be crating from all of you. Who's that? Who are you? It's a screen. It fell down. Oh, is that guy with a violin case, Nicky? What's he doing behind the screen waiting for a trial? No, no! I'm waiting for a black ball! Pinko hardened for the Kenny Andrews job. It's a frame, Al. The punks do hear any minute he made a blind date over the phone, me. So Louie here is going to drop him. You better blow, Al. At least I made you pal. Oh, the same for you, Al. I could swear I met you somewhere and it wasn't Chicago. No kidding. You always wear glasses, pal. Just when I'm on a job, that's all. Somehow your face reminds me of horses. Horses? Oh, that's a good one. That's Kenny now. Go on, fade both of you. Al, hide behind that door there and don't show your mug. Louie, put that screen back up and get behind it and let him have it. All set, Louie? Uh-huh. Moe, I'm down, Louie. Come in. Hi, babe. I'm Blinces Malloy. Blinces Malloy? Yeah, the bookie. What do you want? Kenny sent me. What? Kenny Andrews. He cut me in on a piece of his blind date. Get it? Oh, come on, Nicky. Let me in. Louie, come here and throw this tramp out. Hey, I know that. Louie! Okay, okay. I'm going with that voice. You sure sound familiar. Why that low-life Kenny Andrews, that corkscrew that conniver, selling shares in my mouth. Al, calm yourself. I'll tear him limb from limb. So he's your boyfriend, eh, Kenny Andrews? No, no, Al. Believe me, I never even laid eyes on him. You all set behind the screen, Louie. Now you're all set, Nicky. Moe, I'm down. Oh, no, okay. Miss Passions? Oh, yeah. Come right in. You must be... Alexander Pawful. My card? What? Pawful. What do you want? Ha-ha-ha-ha. Kenny sent me. You, too? That devil goes down there, brings you old work before I commit ma... Karelly. No, no, no, no. Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't choose. What is this? Can he send me a truck? Oh, that's Kenny way to like it. My hands on him. I'll throw him in a bag of cement. I'll sink him in the East River. I'll throw, I'll bounce him back to the North High. No, no, no. I don't know what this is all about. Got the boy. Stop! You scrammed. They gal me to get away, and he's gone back and hiding. It's okay. You expect me to fall for that? What's that you're carrying? You're underwear. Here, a salad of your violin case. Thanks. What do you want, anyhow, my life? I want you, Kenny. I told you I fell hard for you, didn't I? You're so Louie that not me. Oh, don't be silly. That was just an act. I knew you were Kenny all the time. I was just shielding you, you fool. Look, Kenny, I give anything to ditch Big Al. I'm on the level. It's you I go for. Give me a chance to prove it. How? You still need those two Cs? And how? What, what, Farpa won't do to me now unless I raise it? He'll nullify the habeas or something. Then why quit your job now? Stick to it. Huh? What you talking about? Big Al's wise to me. What is Pinko? Listen, Pinko's chokes don't know anything what happened at the cafe. And he won't find out in a hurry either because Big Al is holed up again. Now, Kenny, I can tell you how to collect them two Cs which can start us off in life together. How to collect them without bumping yourself off at all. You can? Ricky, you really get an angle? I've been trying, I've been trying. Follow everything I say. Exactly. Word for word. Blind. Now go to Pinko's chokes is a pot. See? And you? Hell yeah, ma'am. I come to collect my two Cs, Pinko. I took care of the little rats. I rubbed them out. Pretty sharp operator, Louis, ain't ya? What do you mean? I mean, how do I know you're telling me the truth unless I see a corpus? Well, I told you. You told me your true Kenny's remains in a bag of cement and sunk same in the East River. Yeah, that's right. But where's the proof? How do I even know there's a bag of cement in the East River with a corpus stuck in it? Go away now, I want to listen to a radio program. I don't get it either. What are you mumbling about? Go away, don't bother me. New York. Police report the ghastly discovery of a human corpse just fished out of the East River. The body had been encased in a large sack of cement and then tossed into the East River by some fiendish criminal. Oh my goodness. The investigation has not yet been made. Nor do the police. Holy Christopher. Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle. You're doing it, pal. I'll do this. Won't be galbitickle. Oh, yeah. Okay, then. Here's your two C's. What do you got? Don't bother to say my good man. I'll buy them all. Oh, sure. Why not? The mown is young. You are a financial slave and I just consumed the clever business deal last night. What's the headline? You're looking right at it. Can't you read? Not when my glass is on. Read away, fellow. East River body identified. Notorious gang leader. Big Al Carelli Slane. Big Al, dude. Hey, mister. Hey, what's the matter? This is room 226. Yeah, this is Kenny Andrews. Who are we? Hello? I'm up. Oh my gosh, it sounded like Pinko. Found in a lobby coming up to get me. I'm innocent. Pinko, I'm innocent. Operator. Operator, get me the police quick. A man's life is at stake. Who was this, the police? Oh my golly, they're going to take me for a ride. The Carelli mob. They think I was telling Carelli. No, of course I wasn't. I was telling Kenny Andrews. Who's this? This is Kenny Andrews. I know it sounds mixed up, but look, I'm not a scrooge. Hey, you rat. Put down that phone and reach. No. No, no, no. Don't do it, Pinko. Don't do it. Don't do it. What was my boss, you pushed over, huh? Well, I'm frisking if I was too seasick as you say. I swear I'm clean. It's your mystery. This whole thing's got me. Shut up. Sing now. Why'd you do it, Louie? Oh my golly, I'm not even Louie. Oh no. Who then? I'm Kenny Andrews. Honest you got to believe me, Nikki knows. Oh, if Nikki was here, she'd vouch for it. Oh yeah. Come on in, Nikki. Nikki, tell him. Tell this guy who I really am. What are you trying to pull, Louie? Another fast one? Why'd you kill Big Al? Me kill him? Nikki, how can you do this to me? Plug Big Al in my dressing room, Pinko. Poor Al. Nikki! Oh, a veil is falling from my face. Such dirty pool. Well, Pinko, what are you waiting for? Let him have it. No, don't, don't. Sure, I'm going to let him have it, Nikki. After I finish you. Huh? What do you mean? I know you wanted Big Al out of the way, and why Al told me. See, and this was your chance with dirty Louie here to oblige anyone for a price. You little rat. Pinko, shame on you. Shut up, Hugh, or you'll go first. She is no rat. She's a lady. You'd bump a lady. Wouldn't you? Why'd you do this? Shut up, buddy! On the wall. First come Katie. You're all under arrest for the murder of Big Al Carelli. This is Jeffrey Barnes again. In just a moment, we'll bring you at three of the further adventures of Kenny Andrews. 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If you're not completely satisfied, return the empty bottle and get your money back. Buy double dandrine at your druggist. Right squirrel, food. I'm releasing you before I go nuts. Beat it. Oh, thanks, Inspector. We know who killed Carelli, and it wasn't you. No, was it any of the Carelli gang that we're holding that bad passion's name as an accessory? Mickey? Oh, she's just bad from the way the world goes. Kenny, much as it grieves me, I'm forced to tell you that you're in line for your share of the reward for the capture of the Carelli gang. How much? Two C's. Oh, go on. Get out of here. Oh, Inspector, wait a minute. Who did kill Carelli if it wasn't any of his gang? You say you know. Sure. You put the finger on him, Kenny. Me how? By your whole daffy act. If it wasn't for that, we'd never think of comparing the fingerprints on that sack of plaster with those of the real killer. It wouldn't have occurred to us because we wouldn't have suspected the real killer was here in town at the time. Who wasn't? Mickey, passion, secret boyfriend, who she put up to it all, so she and him could get free of Big Al before Al caught up with him. We're closing in on the killer now. Huh? I still don't get it. Who was the killer? Chicago Louie. What a break. What a windfall. Two C's. I think what a schlemiel is, Inspector Ross, looking to capture Chicago Louie as the killer when Chicago Louie is a myth. Because I am Chicago Louie or was. Only I am and was Kenny Andrews. So having a hearty laugh at it all, I just come back to my hotel room just now and soon as I get in, there's a ring on the phone. Hello? Kenny Andrews? Yeah. Say your prayers, you lousy wretch, or you're a dead duck. I'm out to get you before the cops get me. But why? What for? What for you've pisoned me? What for you put the finger on me, you bum? Oh my golly, who is this? Chicago Louie. From Chicago. You see? All you guys listening to me, you hear? I'm really in a spot now. Such things should happen to a dog. You're laughing, huh? It's something to laugh. You're out of debt. It's my day. My day, get it? Don't you sit there. You've got an angle trowler to me. For crying out loud, listen to me, someone. Trow me an angle. This is Jeffrey Barnes again, inviting you to be with us next week when we present a hard-boiled crime story by Ray Bradbury, entitled Killer Come Back To Me. Richard Widmark, star of the Broadway Theatre and Radio, will be our guest star. So be with us next week for a thrilling crime adventure. The original music for the Mollay Mystery Theatre is composed and conducted by Alexandre Semmler. The further adventures of Kenny Andrews was written by Joseph Ruskall. Carl Eastman played the part of Kenny. This is Dan Seymour saying good night until next Friday at the same time when the Mystery Theatre presents Killer Come Back To Me. This program came to you from New York's Radio City. This is NBC, the national broadcasting company.