Dial 1119

This is Station WKYL in Terminal City...

...the fastest growing commercial center

of the middle valley.

Hastings, the friendly jewelers,

brings you the correct time.

When you hear

the sound of the chimes...

...it will be exactly 20 seconds

past 7:
30 p.m., Central Standard Time.

And once again,

we take you to the Crystal Room...

...of the Hotel Amberson to dine

and dance to the haunting melodies...

...of Steven Lancer and his legionnaires.

That did it.

I've written that story every year

for 10 years.

I started at 30 bucks a week,

now I'm making 49.75.

I'm all through.

Sure.

I'm not gonna write

the great American novel...

...and nobody's offered me

a big salary in an advertising mill.

- I'm just walking out calmly.

- Sure.

First, I'm gonna fortify myself

with strong waters.

Second, about the witching hour tonight,

I'm calling the emperor at the city desk.

Sure.

I know he's got his own ideas...

...but I'm gonna reveal a completely

new place he can circulate this newspaper.

For the record, on your way home

to that room, you'll stop in a bar.

You'll order your sherry flip

because with your ulcers...

...a man's size shot of liquor

would kill you.

You won't call the city editor

on account of wanting to be here Thursday.

- Which is payday.

- Sure.

Helen, I don't like it.

Suddenly running off. All this mystery.

Oh, mother, please, I'm not running off

and there's no mystery.

I told you, Marianna's

been going to this place for years.

It was nice of her to ask me to go with her

for a quiet weekend.

I should think you'd get tired

of always seeing me around.

You need a change as much as I do.

Two young girls, all alone in a hotel.

Oh, mother, I'm not a young girl. I'm 28.

I'm competent

and reasonably attractive...

...but how many men

ever invite me to go out?

When do I ever have any fun?

Well, I have a right to this weekend,

and nobody's going to stop me.

I never thought I'd...

- Not even my...

Oh, mother, please.

- Well?

- Nothing happened yet.

I told you

you didn't have to come in tonight.

I've been there all day. They ran me out.

I left the phone number here.

Nobody called, did they?

- On the way over, I mean?

- No calls.

These things take time.

You know, waiting drives you crazy.

Dismiss it.

Nothing wrong with your wife?

She have any trouble?

- Only the way she was sick in the morning.

- They're all sick in the morning.

- This happens all the time.

- Yeah, but not to me.

Dismiss.

Dixieland.

Horses.

This man was wearing a light

tan gabardine suit when last seen.

- Television.

27.

6 foot 2 inches, rangy.

light brown, slight wave.

brown.

No visible scars.

Nose, mouth and jaw line

predominantly Anglo- Saxon American.

This man should be approached

with caution if recognized.

Five minute stop.

Bus leaves in five minutes.

Five minute stop.

Step lively, please.

- All right, buster. Give me that gun.

- What gun?

The gun and clip

you took out of that holster.

Will you give it to me?

Get a doctor. Get a doctor.

Tony being an optimist,

gets Fisher's ugly head under his arm...

...and expects to hold it there.

A headlock.

That may be a good hold,

but it looks to us...

...like Fisher is stretching things

a little too far.

Hitting Tony right between

the vegetable soup and the filet mignon.

Looks like Fisher's mother

was scared by a left-right.

Tony finally had so much agony,

manages to squirt out of that.

And away they go again,

just beating each other up.

Fisher twists around into what is starting

to be an arm-lock. It is a good one.

Tony is running a very bad...

Chuckles, you're a happy character.

Yeah, what have I got

to be happy about?

Sure, maybe if I had a place

with some class, carpet on the floor...

...plush around,

instead of being stuck with a crumb joint.

Look at all the nice people you meet.

Crumbs.

Beer drinkers, dames with hangovers.

Chuckles, I love you.

You don't love anybody,

you love the drink.

What's your name?

Boyd.

Yes, sir?

What's your pleasure?

- What?

- What do you want to drink?

I don't know.

Well, you can have a martini, a Manhattan,

an old fashioned, a horse's neck...

...gin, Scotch,

bourbon, Irish rye, rock and rye.

Anything.

Anything.

Bourbon high ball.

Are you happy, Boyd?

Yeah, I guess so.

Well, you don't look it.

Here.

That beer will never get you any place.

That's enough.

Stop annoying the customers.

- I'm a cheerer-upper.

- You're a crumb.

Who is she?

Just a barfly. What's the matter?

- Is your drink too sweet?

- Oh, no.

No, it's fine, thank you.

Chuckles.

We've got over an hour.

I can't think of a better way to kill it.

A few drinks to loosen up the train ride,

good talk, a beautiful girl.

- Earl...

- Now, don't be modest.

Do you know why I say that, Helen?

It's right here.

You're real people.

Real people, Helen. A lot of heart.

And believe me,

what's here shows up here.

Say, why is it we never decided

to do this before?

Not my fault, you know. I asked you.

You played it pretty cozy.

But, that's a thing I admire

in a woman, Helen.

Sincerity, good judgment,

a girl who takes her time...

...and looks a man over

before deciding to go out with him.

That's a quality hard to find in a girl

these days. I see all kinds of people...

You want the same?

- Oh, Chuckles.

Helen, this is Chuckles.

You didn't know

I had a 23 year old niece, did you?

No.

Glad to have you around.

- You dress up the joint.

Thank you.

There, you see what I was telling you?

You keep an eye on her when I'm not here.

You never have to worry

about anything in here.

- You want the same?

- A little drier. That means not so sweet.

No, this is fine for me just now.

That's a smart girl. It's better to coast

a little while, that's right.

But, for me, Chuckles,

you haven't got bursitis.

Bend it this time.

Twenty-three.

Did I hit it right?

Well, most people think I'm 25.

You see, I have a lot responsibility

in my position.

And I guess that makes one seem older.

Of course, it does.

But that's your manner.

Intellect, self-possession.

But with your face...

Where are you going? It's early.

The old lady is waiting.

You've got nice shoulders.

I'll see you around.

Skip.

Skip.

Take it easy.

Well, do you think

I ought to come back?

Well, I know it won't speed things

but I wanna be there at the right time.

Yeah.

You're sure you've got the right number?

Tell Skip to get off that phone.

I wanna talk to him.

Leave him alone. He's busy.

He's having a baby.

- Freddy.

- Hi, Harry.

- Skip.

- Hi, Harry.

- Chuckles, a boilermaker.

- Sure.

Only not in here.

- You're not gonna die in my joint.

- Why? What's he got to live for?

Dismiss it. Stop annoying the customers.

The young lady never spoke truer words.

Yeah. Well, I'll listen to your troubles,

but you get a sherry flip.

Waiter.

Be right with you, sir.

Chuckles?

- What?

Hey, Chuckles, it's gone again.

Yeah.

More trouble than it's worth.

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