 I'm now for Edmund O'Brien as Johnny dollars Johnny And the winter you guys send me to North Dakota in the summit of Miami, Florida. All right, what's your problem? We got two old offers in short for a total of $80,000. What's the matter? Somebody threatening to kill him? No, they're threatening to kill themselves A special investigator Johnny dollar to home office national fidelity life insurance company Hartford, Connecticut The following is an accounting of my expenditures during investigation of your policy holders Mr. and Mrs. Arbus Mills Trump or how the great digger's face came near being Trump's Spent account item one, $113.52 railroad fare Hartford, Connecticut to hybrid North Dakota Kind of potbelly so surrounded by a potbelly Satan master. I'm the only one got off the train. Can I find a taxi around here? Yep, as soon as my son gets the mail and freight talks away, he'll take you. Only won't be any taxi cab. You drive the way of your going in the phone. By the way, where are you going? To the Trump presidents. You know it? Yep, I know it. You wanted a family? No, just business. Oh, well... Well, what? What is your business? Is that a mine? But, uh, have you ever been out there before? No, I haven't. Why? Is something wrong? The names and everybody in this town has been getting a lot of unnecessary exercise. You have to do conclusions. Well, here comes the boy. He'll drive you over. Hey, I got a customer for the phone. Wants to go out to the Trump place. The Trump place? Well, all right. Look, mister, I'll only take you as far as the gate. We got to go. Oh, about another mile? It's cold. It's cold. Ooh, I'm freezing. That's Armstrong. Keep up circulation. Always get this cold around here. Nope, answering a few more questions. No, no, many answers. You're welcome to those. What about this Trump place? Why is everybody around here scared of it? What is it, a haunted house? Nope. As far as I know, everybody out there is alive, all right. Matter of fact, I'd feel better if some of the things out there was dead. What do you mean? Well, past year, so I've been delivering some packages out there. Boxes are coming express on the train. Some of them come all the way from Africa. But a few from India, too. All marked danger. All marked do not open. Deadly. Whatever comes in those boxes is alive. The tramps themselves. Oh, hey, look nice enough. Start on old side. Old man Trump looks like a deacon. His wife looks like a deacon's wife. But they never seem to come to town. Let alone church. Hey, that's funny. That's so funny. Well, look, they're on the road. Place auto tracks. Only one place to go out this way. Same place we're going. To the Trump House. I understand you're wrong with that. Those folks never have no visitors. Now, it looks like they're having a lot. Hey, maybe they're having guests for dinner. That's right. Maybe they are having guests in for dinner. I didn't say in for dinner. I said maybe they're having guests for dinner. Oh, that's some funny joke, that is. Well, here we are, right around the next bend. Good. Now, tell you what, Hickey. When I get ready for you to drive me back, I'll get you a call on the telephone, huh? That'll be a good trick if you can do it. What do you mean? They don't have no telephone. I spent the count item two, a buck and a half, tongue fair. Hybrid stations are the gate of the Trump estate where the driver, Hickey, dumped me off. I used one of the fresh tire tracks as a footpath at the long driveways through the snow and steaming the white flakes out of my eyes with my breath. I took inventory of the house. It was big, colonial and in good repair. All rooms lighted downstairs. One room lighted upstairs. Near the front, the automobile tracks took off around to the back of the house. I had to make my own footsteps in the drifts from there to the front door. Hickey, don't let that cold in. Let's shut the door. Who are you? What do you want? What are you doing here? I'm Johnny Dollar from the insurance company. That's what I... Well, I want to see Mr. and Mrs. Trump. That's what I'm doing here. I'm just the victim of a bad choice of careers early in life. Well, all right. Take a seat over there. I'll go check with Mr. and Mrs. Trump. But don't bother taking your coat off. Yes. So this is northern hospitality. Out of the cold makes any house seem warm, but my overcoat started to steam about 10 seconds after I got inside this one. So did I. Looking around, I saw the reason. There were potted orchids growing all over the hallway, and orchids grow only in tropical warmth. Despite the invitation not to, I took off my overcoat and waited. After 10 more minutes, I felt like slipping out of my suit, a decision I did not have time to make. They're just finishing dinner, Mr. Dollar. They suggest you join them for coffee. Follow me. Thanks. Mrs. Trump. Mr. Trump. This is Mr. Dollar. How do you do? How are you, Mrs. Trump? Won't you join them? They'll sit right over there. Yes, Mr. Dollar. Come and sit down. Have some coffee. Oh, thank you. Mrs. Down. Now that'll be all there when you may leave. Well. Fine. Hello. Have you been free, Mr. Dollar? No, thank you, Mrs. Trump. This'll be all right just the way it is. Well, Mr. Potter, I assume you've got the necessary papers. Yes, yes, I did. They're in my pocket already for your signatures. Good, good. We'll sign them right away. Well, I was hoping you wouldn't sign them, at least until I've had a chance to talk to you about it. Talk to him? What is there to talk about? I hope you understand that, but it isn't every day that an insurance company gets a letter from a pair of policy holders, calmly stating that they are both planning to commit suicide. Oh, no? No. Well. Well, I suppose it is a bit out of the usual run of things. There's nothing we can do about this. We couldn't switch it to our lawyer. And he said we were perfectly within our right. Well, granted, you've had the policy a long, long time, and the suicide clause is no longer in effect. However, well, frankly, the company did send me out here in the hope that while I was arranging the change in beneficiary you requested, I could also talk you into changing your mind. Mr. Dollar, you might just as well save your breath. Our minds are made up. Mrs. Trump is right, Mr. Dollar. As soon as we get those changes in beneficiary papers signed, we intend to disclose of ourselves. Well, I... And furthermore, young men, within the past 48 hours, we have had ourselves thoroughly examined by a board of extremely well-parted alienists who signed documentary proof that we are both perfectly safe. So there is nothing you can do to stop us in that direction. But why? Why do you want to do this now? You don't look unhappy. Well, they're not. We've had an extremely happy life, haven't we, Mr. Trump? Indeed, we have, Mrs. Trump. And that's the spirit. You see, Mr. Dollar, we feel that having enjoyed such a beautiful life, we owe the world something. And, finally, we have evolved a method of paying our debt. In doing what we intend to do, we shall live to the world the beginning of a new humanity. What's the matter with the old one? Nothing. But it is doomed to extinction. Mr. Dollar, just think of yourself. Atom bombs, hydrogen bombs, biological warfare... And don't forget the flying saucers, Mr. Trump. Don't forget, indeed, unknown objects hurtling the space interplanetary. Traffi, dear, dear, appealing to invasion and destruction. Now, now, wait a minute. How do you know? Who told you? Mr. Dollar, Mr. Trump knows these things. He was a professor for many years, and he reads, reads, reads all the time. He knows, he knows all night. Would you mind pouring me some of that coffee, Mrs. Trump? You need to tell him. There you are. Thank you. Mr. Trump, granted we're all doomed for extinction. How's knocking yourself off going to hell? If you just stick it out, you'll not only enjoy a bit more time alive, but you'll also be around to see the fireworks. You will notice, Mr. Dollar, that we are changing the beneficiary and our policies from our niece, Miss Hope Thelton, to the young man who let you in here tonight, Mr. Irwin Hopper. Yes, I noticed that. And I also noticed that this young man isn't even related to you. Now, what's that all about? Well, Hope is a frivolous girl. She asked it after we tried to tell her what's happening. Irwin is a serious-minded young man who will use the money brought to this household by our passing to make the down payment on a new human race. Mrs. Trump, do you happen to have any brandy around? It's later, Mr. Dollar, later. You will slow cry and how? Well, come along. Will you show your... Really, pleasure. They took me down through the back of the house to a winding, half-lighted stairway into the failure. The oppressive heat grew even more oppressive. More stairs than tunnels, all the ceiling cement and lined with lead covered with pens and cages and all of them filled with snakes. Mr. Dollar, reptiles, hundreds of them, every species, every variety known to modern men. Look at them. Look at them and look at them well. For here is the new beginning. When life, as we know it, is blasted off the face of this earth either by man himself or by his planetary cousin. When that happens, then these shall be the inheritors of this global sphere. As they were in the beginning, according to the Messon series, set down in nineteen hundred and three. Yes, Mr. Dollar, Mr. Trump knows these things. Don't you see? No, I've got to admit, I don't quite see. You will? Better. Look, every pen, every cage is equipped with an automatic feeding device. Stored above the cages is enough scientifically developed food to keep these reptiles alive for a hundred years, if need be. Until the holocaust, they will be cared for by young Harper. I could use an old Harper myself. When the holocaust comes, oh, when Harper shall survive as long as possible, then the machines will take over. The reptiles will be saved, and when the recording devices up on top say that the radioactivity and magnetic forces have been dissipated, the drawers with the cages leading to the earth above shall be automatically projected outdoors and the cycle shall be complete. Then the reptiles will be set free on the face of the earth to once again evolve themselves into the new humanity. I see. Hello, Mr. Trump. I'm out here to ask you a very simple question. What's all this got to do with your committing suicide? That is easily answered, Mr. Dollar. We need money. We need a lot of money by the rest of the equipment. We are willing to give up the little that is left of our lives to provide it. Oh, and we'll remain behind to put our money to good use. Mr. and Mrs. Trump, I don't question your motives, but you can't blame me for taking a second look at your methods. This man's springing from reptile theory is flimsy enough, but that's your opinion and your entitled to it. But what you're not entitled to, and I'm quoting the Bible and the law, is the act of taking your own lives. We've talked that over a month and we are willing to take our chances. All right, but at least you'll agree this is a whole lot to take in one sitting, isn't it? Now let me bring these papers back in the morning. We can talk it over once more and then you're free to go ahead and sign. Well, the time is short, but I don't think a few hours will matter. Do you agree, Mrs. Trump? Yes, I agree. Good. Now if you'll be kind enough to either let me have a car or have somebody drive me into town. A car? We have no car, but we haven't had one for months and we've barred them from the property. Hasn't been one passed the gate for almost a year. Oh, including tonight? Yes, of course, including tonight. Do we not have to stay here? Some now. We will take you up to your room, Mr. Donald. What you need is a good night's sleep. Sleep on a tightrope. My room had the same sticky hot air to fill the rest of the house. It may be great for snakes and orchids, but I'll take my steaming at a Turkish bath. I stretched out on the bed, turned off the lamp and closed my eyes. But for 20 straight minutes, I could still see ghost automobiles and snakes and more snakes. I get my eyes closed as much as I could because when they were open, I could see on the wall the serpentine shadows of the tree branches outside. At least, I hoped that's what they were. Then, just as I was hoping to harvest that the realest of them all wasn't what it looked like, out of the blackness from across the room I heard, I reached down under the bed for a shoe, not much of a weapon, but all I could think of at the moment. Then, I snapped on the lamp and saw it. It had plenty of coils all right, but it was strictly non-venomous. The steam radiators standing there, hissing my performance. But my nerve ends didn't even have a chance to lie down. They were still standing straight up when it happened. We return to the second act of Johnny Duller, but first, Edmund O'Brien, we return to the second act of your truly Johnny Duller. She's gone. What have you done with her? Come on now, where's the- Duller, you better get hold of yourself. There is no girl here. Oh no. Oh look, earlier tonight you told me there was no automobile around here, but there was. I saw the traction of the driveway with my own eyes. I walked in one of them. All right. Look out the window, Mrs. Trump. Do you see any footprints? No, nothing, just no. Okay. At least you know I walked up that driveway, right? And my footprints are covered up. So it's been snowing. The wind has been blowing. It's been drifting. Now I suppose you're going to tell me you didn't hear the girl scream. Come, come now, Mr. Duller. You were having a nightmare. No girl scream. Well, if you didn't hear anything, what are you doing out here? What brought you? Young man, we have a right to be wherever in our own home we choose to be. I shall tell you, I found you when I started with the kitchen to get some crackers and warm milk. I found you lying here. Yeah, everyone's lying around here. Young man, that does it. Once we get those papers signed, I'm afraid we shall have to ask you to leave. That's all right with me. They're here in my room, come on. The way some people stand in the way of the few others who are making a genuine effort to sustain some kind of life. Yes, Mr. Trump, you're absolutely right. You'll find a pen there on the table. The papers are right here in my... Hey. Yes, Mr. Duller? The papers are gone. How can they be gone if you brought them at all? We warn you, Mr. Duller. We will not stand for any more of your dilly-dallying. We want those papers and now. We are determined to sign them immediately. Suddenly, that has become my fund of hope. Now, do us all a favor. Go back to bed and give me a chance to do a little walking in your sleep. I'm looking for a girl and I'll admit this is a very unlikely place to find. I'll thank you to get out of my bedroom. You realize how suspicious you look just lying there in bed. But what do you mean? Well, I mean that about 15 minutes ago a woman screamed at the top of her lungs not 20 feet from here. Now, what's your story? Did you didn't hear it? Or does it happen around here all the time? You're crazy. I didn't hear any woman scream and I don't think you did. Okay, have it your way. I'm hearing things. But one thing I know, I'm not feeling things. See here? There's a lump on my head. That's for real. That doesn't interest me a bit. If I find out you put it there, it'll interest you. I'll not only put a neg on your skull, I'll make a whole omelet. In case you don't know it, you're looking at a citizen who's burned up. M-A-D. Mad. I thought I knew who I was looking for. The only person I could think of who would profit by seeing those papers not signed. The present beneficiary of the Trump policy, their niece, Ms. Hope Selden. All I could find in the next six bedrooms was a lot of old-fashioned furniture. I was just looking under the bed in the last when the wind outside took on a new note. Back to my own room, flung open the window and sucked my head out into the blizzard trying to get a look in the direction of the noise. I had many chances on that kicker finally sparking the automobile into light before I had a chance to see who was in it. I swung my feet over the sill and dropped the one story into a hydrant. You should know. You had your hand in my coat pocket earlier tonight. Of course, unfortunately, I wasn't in the coat, but something else was. And I wanted back. I took anything out of your pocket. I had plenty of reason and plenty of right to do it. The only one I want taking things out of my pocket is the cleaner when he's filling out the tobacco crumbs. Now, come on, give me those papers. No, just let me talk to you first. I want you to hear my side of things. Look, I'm freezing. If it takes more than five seconds for you to say what you got to say, no dice. Well, then let's go back in the house. I know you'll believe me. You look like a, well, a big-time operator. You're as kissing you as killing you. As I closed the door behind us, she walked across the room and made a perfectly natural movement as though to throw open her coat. When she turned, she had it down in her hand. It was the first time I'd ever seen a shoulder-hoster on a woman. Now, put your hands up, Mr. Dollar, and listen. If you'll just unwrap your fingers from around that trigger, I'll be more likely to keep my mind in what you're saying. Go ahead. I'm listening. She's got to help me. Help you? Yes, help me prevent my aunt and uncle from making fools of themselves. We can't let them leave their money to Irwin Harper. With their money? They're attempting to do what they, well, what they believe is right. If money is mine and I'll kill anyone to get it, Irwin Harper won't stick around five minutes after my aunt and uncle have killed themselves. He isn't planning on taking care of their filthy snakes. I was in his room tonight after he went to sleep. In his pocket, I found a ticket for South America. His plans were all made. He caught me in there and chased me out in the hall and plugged me. When I came to, you were lying there unconscious beside me. I ran downstairs and I fixed their scheme. I threw the switch to release their stinking reptiles. By now, the snakes are all outside freezing to death. Don't move. You don't want to move. So now you know both. You know what that means? I'll have to kill you both and I'll get away with it. My you miserable hunk of potty, you conniving shameless. That's not what I need to have the money not you. I worked out that whole plan for them all of it and I'm the one they want to take care of it and I'll drop that gun, Hope. You better drop it, Hope. It doesn't make any difference anyway. What do you mean it won't make any difference? Because our friend over there isn't going to pull the trigger. Oh no? Then why not? Because Hope has released all those snakes. One thing she forgot. When snakes get cold they try to get warm and one of them just joined the party. He's right behind you, Erwin. I don't believe you. You're blocky. Can't you hear him? You can't fool me. That's a steam radiator in the talker all night. Erwin, if you make any kind of a move or fire that gun he's going to strike. I'll make you a deal. Let me reach down and get that gun off the floor. I'll blast its head off. Careful. Don't move, Erwin. No, you don't. I know what you want that gun for. I wouldn't even turn around and look, Erwin. Not only going to move I'm going to get that gun out of your reach. There was a snake. Look out. Look out. He's on the loose. Oh, he dropped me. Super smash it. Super seven balls. Well, you've got the gun. Go on. Shoot him. Shoot him. All right. That's for him. But you're not staying behind me to get him. Mrs. Arbaugh Miltrump were fresh out of beneficiaries to say nothing of snakes. The only one that had found his way back into the warmth of the house was the one I'd mistaken for a steam radiator. What a handy method for creating a new humanity that trumps found themselves without a purpose. So I gave them one. At the moment, Mr. T is hard at work in his home laboratory attempting to develop a machine with which mankind will fight the flying saucer. Mr. Trump's invention will be known as the Flying Cup and will be secretly dedicated to a waitress I once knew. Expense account item three, $113.52 railroad fare, high bridge, North Dakota, to Hartford, Connecticut. Expense account total, $763.90. You may say this doesn't add up, but neither does anything else about this case. Signed, yours, truly, Johnny Dollar. Johnny Dollar stars Edmund O'Brien in the title role and is written by Paul Dudley and Gil Dowd with music by Leith Stevens. Edmund O'Brien can currently be seen starring in Harry M. Popkin's United Artists production, DOA. Featured in our cast were Peggy Weber, Carly Bear, Hugh Thomas, Dick Ryan, Jessica Patrick and Mary Ship. Yours truly, Johnny Dollar, is produced and directed by Jaime Del Valle. Please track down a couple of train robbers will be brought to you on CVS's Gangbusters this Saturday night. The narrator will be and another Gangbusters wonderful cast will reenact this true story for you. Join us this Saturday night on most of the same CVS stations for Gangbusters drama, The Echo of Jesse James.