Yours Truly Johnny Dollar Show
Johnny Dollar - Out of the Fire Into the Frying Pan
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- Duration:
- 32m
- Broadcast on:
- 04 Jul 2024
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- mp3
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No ads, no interruptions, just pure, immersive audio content. Don't miss out. Transform your listening experience with Sol Good Media. Visit SolgoodMedia.com and start your free trial now. We can't wait for you to join our audio community. Happy listening. This is Perkins, won the prize. Brett, I got in the biggest tickle at the County Fair. This is another in the adventures of America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator, Johnny Dollar. At insurance investigation, Johnny Dollar is only an expert. At making out his expense accounts, he is an absolute genius. Expense accounts submitted by special investigator Johnny Dollar. To home office, currency and liability and bonding company, terminal building, Hartford, Connecticut. The following is an accounting of my expenditures during my assignment at bodyguard to Grand Blue Ribbon Champion, Bobhead, Poland, China, Hog, Rosie Baron of Iowa, or how you cast my pro to wisdom before swine or out of the fire into the frying pan. Rent the count item one, seventy-six dollars and eighty cents. Train and bus fare, Hartford, to the town of Carver, county seat of Carver County, Iowa. Rent the count out of two, two fifty, one coat, three handkerchiefs, a bottle of salt, tablets and sunglasses, with which to combat the corn bell heat. Item three, six bits. Get me right to the Carver County Fairground. Undoubtedly named that because the band I founded the midst of playing its afternoon concert was only there. Hey uh friend. How's that? I'm looking for a pig named Rosie Baron of Iowa. Tell me where I'll find his cage. Hey, they don't keep all on, okay? All right, sure it's for a Rosie Baron of Iowa. Oh yeah, yeah any fool would know that. Uh-huh. You tell me where he is? He had building over there, the livestock building. Yeah. You will find Rama in the swine wing. Swine wing? What kind is up a dainey picture? A flying pig. Right, Rama won't ever do much flying, weighs nine eighties. Oh, well, thanks a lot. Uh-huh neighbor. Yeah. Why don't you try slipping out of that fair coat? You won't find it near, sweaty. Oh yeah, thanks. Hi, Rama. Oh, he didn't even wait to be my best friend. Hey, wait, wait, I'll come with you. It was '96 in the shade, but things were getting hotter. Not on the street from a livestock building, but I'm on my heels. What do you fool? That one. First I ran into a stranger, just outside the entrance. Give him away, let me out of here. That's a little mad. Then I ran into the door. Somebody do something, don't just stand there, don't just stand up. Hi, Rama. Hi, what up? Where am I going to be? He's here. That guy, a woman's Mrs. Stewart. Somebody must have sold her diamond boots. Oh, good. I was afraid somebody might have put the smatch on Rollo. Her husband owns Rollo, as he must have been taking her pictures of Mrs. Stewart in the middle of a crowd, and when they had her smile on real pretty, them plays were going off. And then somebody must have reached around behind her. Yank the boots had started shooting a gun in there. That's a tried and true method of busting up a crowd to help make a getaway. Think anybody throw, did it? Uh-uh. Couldn't. Yeah, those players would have had them blindest bats for a minute. There's his giraffe. What's his name? I don't know. Right. That's a... Hey, Bluer. Harry Bluer. Yeah. Sounds like a slogan from the Republican champion. Hey, here, here, you. Oh, uh-oh. Whenever I look out, whatever you want, I'm trying to get my coat off. Come on, Sheriff. Loose the habitat. All right. Now, never mind the fancy talking, fella. I saw something passed between you and one of the thieves just outside the door. Oh, you're out of your mind. That guy bumped into me. He came crashing out of here, and I happened to be in the way. I'll bet you happened to be in the way, accidentally on purpose. Now, that's an early American comeback, but that's the way it was. Now, look, I won't ask you for a search warrant, Sheriff. You think I got the brooch on me? Start looking. All right, I will. All right. Now, in that pocket, cigarettes and a lighter. I see them, you see. Yeah. And in that pocket, hangatives, and salt tablets. Salt, huh? Now, why don't you look at my inside coat pocket. And there you'll find my wallet, an identification. I will come into that. Well, dollar, insurance investigator, Hartford. Well, what brought you out here? I'm a piggy-sitter. For the Corinthian Liability and Bonding Company. They wrote a policy for $25,000 when your friend Rollo, Rosie Baron of Iowa, whoever heard you taking out a $25,000 insurance policy on a haul. I did. And right now, I wish I hadn't. Some people play high premiums for publicity, Sheriff. And that's what the Blue Ribbon Prime Packing Company is doing in this case. Now, may I have my wallet back? I want to count my money. Yeah, it's not here. All right. Here's your wallet. You may think you're quite the joker, young fella. But I'm telling you right now, I'm going to keep an eye on me. I got a better idea than that, Harry. If I were you, I'd go looking for that photographer. Why? What'd he do? He took the picture. And there's just a chance, a thief may be in it. Yeah, straight. That gives me an idea. Sheriff, whoever says you aren't smart, makes no mistakes. Rollo, the prize forker, wasn't hard to find. First, I followed a few signs. Then it was a matter of closing in on a contented series of juicy, stripping grunts. And it came blurping up out of the second amount of Louisiana am. Rollo was all fat in the yard wide. But his cable manners weren't much. They didn't look very smart, but he sure looked healthy. 980 pounds. Well, a fine figure of a page. Pardon me, miss. Could you tell me who was in charge around here? Well, just for the moment I am. I'm trying to find a Mr. Worthington killer. Do I take it on as this monster? Monster? What's the matter? Is that something wrong? You certainly have. And you've also said it to the wrong person. In case you don't know it, my name is Alva Andyke. Oh, my name is Johnny Dollar. How do you do? What's all it's got to do with Rollo? Nothing. I just raised Rosie down in a vial with some exactly nuts all. Trying to get away from you, didn't it? I'm sorry, my man. It's my apologies. See you too, Rollo. Sorry about the interruption, Anderson. Some fool made off with my wife, Simon Brucher. Oh, how is this excitement affecting Rollo? Whom do I hope he hasn't lost any weight? He doesn't say well, Mr. Taylor. Oh, good, good. Mr. Gentlemen wants to help Mr. Dollar. Oh, from the insurance company. Good, well, I'm glad you're here. We'll have your picture taken right away with my wife and Rollo. Oh, it'll make grand publicity for Blue Ribbon Time Packers. Oh, I don't mind having my picture taken. Just as long as your wife doesn't mind having people pinch your diamond brooches. Oh, well, then, don't worry about that. It was fully insured. Oh, that kind. The thing I want you to worry about is Rollo here. As president of Blue Ribbon, I paid Miss Anderson $10,000 for this magnificent swine, and I don't want anything to happen to it. You bought him for $10,000, insured him for $25,000, and you don't want anything to happen to him? Well, I don't mind paying those exorbitant premiums when I get back to the kind of publicity this will bring in. You know, I can see it in the papers now. America's fabulous insurance investigator, Johnny Dollar, sent from Hartford, Connecticut, to guard the life of that fabulous swine. Well, the Baron of Iowa. Well, Mr. Dollar, I don't mind getting my name in the paper. He paid just as long as there's not in the obituary column. I just couldn't stand adding my tombstone reed. Johnny Dollar no longer am. He gave up his life for a great big hand. My tombstone tagline was over the head of Mr. Tillard, but it went over right nicely with Albert Anderson, who paid off on the smiles. I far laid that until a conversation helped me pass the time while guarding Rollo. The poor man, blue boy. By the time it was over, Albert knew a lot about me, and I knew a lot about pigs. You know, your beautiful eyes, Albert. Mr. Dollar, you know it's really interesting about the origin of swine. Well, it's estimated that the tiny people demonstrated swine about 2,900 BC. And not only that, but I'm sure you'd like Hartford. Mr. Dollar, you probably don't know this. But a pig is one of the most important food animals. It's an economical converter of grain and other foods in the body's tissue, as the product of which brings me from fat for human consumption. Alva darling, I'll only be in town for a little while. And not only that, but people who say the pigs are dirty don't know what you're talking about. Why, Santa's eating is essential to good health, rapid growth, and development and profitable production. Oh, Rollo, one of you gods that I haven't got. I still don't know whether Alva stuck around because of my charm, Rollo. But she was still there at the changing of the gods. When Mr. Siller, in person, came to relieve me long enough for a trip to the dining hall. And what do you think they had for dinner? What else? Make them. Oh, dinner was wonderful, Johnny. Coming from Europe or eating baked ham, that sounds practically cannibalistic. Oh, Johnny, so, more coffee? No, I've had it. Alva, you know, there's something I've been trying to speak to you for the past five hours. Yes, Johnny? Well, it's just the, oh, I want-- Oh, what in the blow is fire up? Well, I have to be going. It's time to get Rollo ready for the winter trade and time to grandfanted. I'll just run along. I'll just go with you. Yeah, I'll just go with you. $1. $1. I want to talk to you. Well, I'll see you later, Johnny. Yeah, well, Sheriff, you being a sort of investigated dollar, I knew you'd be interested in my method. You're sure I'm interfering with mine? Yeah, oh, well, do you know what I did? What? I found that photograph where I had that picture developed and rushed it up to the state capital. And they just called me. Dollar, there's a known criminal in that photo. He's got that brook and he's almost-- Do you know what that means? Yeah. It means that you shouldn't be sitting here talking to me. Oh, is this villain? They say he's just-- It's over here, there. Yeah. What? They say he's known as Little Rock. Writtenly, he'll from Arkansas. You've known, if you've signed, he's the talented bump into you. Oh. I want you to help me look for him. I'll take only one job at times, Sheriff. Right now, I got to take them out. I think it was a grand march. Boy, in case I'm interested later, how much do you pay your special deputy today? Seven dollars. And expensive. Sheriff Lewis, I'm afraid that bloke. The Carver County Pickle and Pyluners were lining up to leave the grand march. By the time I got to the grandstand, found the tag end of the live flag, Echelon. There was a shiny white cab and trailer, courting the markings and models of the Blue Ribbon's Brian attacking company. And I upon it, worked on a platform and surrounded by a sturdy iron railing. Goed that champion, the pride of the fort set, Rollo, Rosie Baron of Iowa. It was lovely. It was divine. I had a feeling that, well, my heart would cry. Here they were, products of the American home and the American soil. A fanfare of food starts bowing from the horn of flames. Just because of my association with Rollo, I felt that I was playing through all parts. And it's Helen Parade as it was started, the first leg of this journey. It was inspiring. It was thrilling. It would swing. All of a sudden it was downright frightening. As Rollo's chariot rolled by, I got an Eiffel of a driver. It was my comrade in collision. The guy who had put the smash on Mrs. Tiller's diamond, little Ochie from Arkansas. I added to my treasury a plank was passed by trying to kind of tackle on a five-time clock. 'Cause it's all half to one half. Let me blow over one foot. That's a mouthless piece of an unexpected adversary. Knock in those slaloes! I'm a running boy! Hey, what's up? I was stuck in my plank. Everybody was screaming and hollering, "It's not gonna crack, it's gonna crack, it's gonna crack." No, no, no, it's gonna burn a mile. It was one little piggy who wasn't staying at home. [Music] In just a moment, the second act of Johnny Dollar. But first, taking in the action from Johnny Dollar, are you? All right, that's good. Because saying with CBS is the way you'll head straight for the big return from vacation eight days from now, Monday the 29th, of luck's radio theater, and all the other big Monday night CBS favorites. And by staying with CBS, you'll find more action later tonight with Bill Grant of Call the Police and with Sam Sade. We'll be heard from our most of the same CBS station. Now with our star, Charles Russell, we return to the second act of your two-page Johnny Dollar. [Music] Oh, it's Johnny, he's done, you all right, can you get off? Oh, oh, it's good, willing. I'm not sure about my fine. He's here, he's here, he's letting me off. I'm the guy who goes around telling Kitty, he's never the hitch-rise on trucks. Well, nobody can say I didn't make a dent now. I was wonderful the way he tried, but what are you gonna do now? Right now, I don't know. How many places I can think of at the moment, or I might find a hot pig, is a barbecue stand. How does his no time to be funny? Well, look, up until now, all the laughs are on me, kids, so let me be the judge, huh? So what are you gonna do? Well, first I'm gonna practice my arithmetic and see what adds up. You can't unload a stolen pig in a pawn shop. So, question number one is, where do you unload it? Where would you go? Well, where would I? Well, yeah, I've never thought of it. Well, here's what I figured. The roller on the hook is too well known to pedal for anything like the doughy's really worth. I mean, he's not like a big diamond that can cut up and lift. Or easy. What is the going price on pork? Sir, Marcus, this morning was your 2350s. Oh, that's kind of money. Highly sounds like a little rocky kind of project, but maybe things are tough. Finally, Alba, have you lived in Arkansas or any chance? Well, yeah, why'd he ask? I'm wondering. No, sorry, just give me the don't want to tell you. Oh, well, yeah, I blood on himself. Yeah, Sheriff, if you do mind, Alba. I was just leaving. How could you do that troll on such a hot night, huh? What's bothering you, Sheriff? Yes. I saw your little performance dollar when you leapt at that truck. Yes, how hard was you really trying? How hard was I? Why, what, I'll punch you with a nose badge or no badge. No, no, no, don't you go getting happy. I just want you to know that I don't feel easy. When I'm on a case, I'm suspicious of everybody. Yeah, that must be rough on your wife. How often do you have her in handcuffs? Hmm? Well, I love Sheriff. All I need from you is the use of a car, so I can go looking for a lot, Ed. Oh, no, you don't. There's enough missing around. Here it is. Rollo, Miss Tiller's Julie, and I ain't about to add a county vehicle to the mess. And besides, I want to keep an eye on you. Good. You might learn something. Come on. Here, wait a minute. Where are you going? Over to the ferris wheel. That truck hasn't been off the fairground for one of a couple of minutes. Now I get a look at the country side. Ferris wheel, slave. That gives me an idea. I hope it would. Come on. Say, you know, Sheriff, I don't know very much about this. Farm side sorting rack. Well, there's more to it than meets the eyes. I can tell you that. Oh, well, I bet there is. Tell me, didn't I see a feed trough on Rollo's truck with a lot of mashing it? I don't know, there's feed. If he ate yams this afternoon, he'd eat masks tonight, all right? Does a mask pick up any kind of a smell? Oh, tower, wheel. But the pig seems to like it. Ah, how is it sounding, Sheriff? Suppose right after you take your ride to the top of the ferris wheel, the case the country side, we were to get ourselves a nice hungry pig. Say, that gives me an idea. We could take that pig and he could smell that mask in the air and sniff out the cradle of that truck. Sheriff, if you want a genius, I wouldn't be surprised. Oh, sure. It was planting time and aisle of that night, at least for what I did, still of which I had planted in the not too fertile mind of Sheriff Harry Blueett. And as long as it took us to walk in the trotting track of the ferris wheel, it came hard at its time for notion number one. Okay, Mr. Okay, I'm the sheriff. I want you to run me up to the top of that wheel and hold me there long enough for me to get a look around. When the wheel came to a stop with Harry Blueett sitting in his little cage at the top, I pulled a low trick on a high shirt. I bought a pink lemonade from the juice stand next to the ferris wheel, walked over to the motor that rolled the big meat, unscrewed the cap on a gas tank, gave it a please-bone dress. I hope it wasn't doing to people's stomachs what it did to that motor. You might well remember the Thomas little deceit, the next time you have a cage and you get rid of a sheriff. [Music] Oh, this kind of publicity is just a little too expensive color. I demand that you do something. Oh, don't worry, Mr. Tiller. I am going to do something. And I'll thank you to remember that the only ones who stand to get hurt right at this point are the insurance companies that wrote the policies on your pig and your wife's diamond brook. Why, where do you think that I have? You thought of that. Why, should we worry, my brook has ensured the wind over the back of the tail. Orton, you keep flapping that loud tongue of yours. The first thing you know, there'll be a fuse in us. Why, they wouldn't dare. Oh, yes, we would, Mr. Tiller. This was just not the price. A $15,000 profit on a pig and whatever else you could make on your jewelry might make anybody the type. I don't know how tough the year doesn't are. I've had just about enough of your slanderous implications. I have a few thoughts. You might qualify. Go ahead, what do you think? I'm always interested in profits, Tiller. If my father had the same thing, happened to him back in 1902. That's right. Remember, dear, in Nebraska. He bought a prize pig at a fancy price. And then the scoundrel, that sold it to him, turned around and stole it back. Hmm, yeah, see? Huh? What did I look at that? Was there a suggestion that we throw the young lady who sold your pig geo in the pokey on the strength of something that happened 37 years ago? Well, that's for you to decide, darling. Just don't say I didn't warn you. Ah, I see. If you don't have an orchid, depending on the young lady, price suspicion. With most of the crowds, I had a good chance to scout the fairground for Alba Anderson. From whom I wanted to learn a little bit more about the habits that have not only pigs, but direct owners. A trail, let me pass the home-baked cake, hybrid corn, the watermelon pickles, fracture and harrow exhibits, and all the way back to where I first met her. Rollo's ten in the swine wing and the livestock building. But when I got there, Rollo's cupboard was there. Alba was leaving for the rear door on the company of a small, supplicing woman, gents carrying her sack over his shoulder. Name all, Little Ockie from Arkansas. I can hardly believe this is the place violence was harder all along the road. At the risk of adding one last himself for the more recent injury, I didn't click into my shirt and blew it. I stole his car and went duffing up the highway on a hot pursuit. Nothing easy to follow, and a red tail light on a clear night. And a bright Mazda Ruby, backed onto the rear of Little Ockie's car. I led me around the back of the road. Ockie's car led me around the village of Carver and eleven miles out for the passenger to a sack hidden in a grove of elm trees, a hundred yards off the road. I parked the car. I laked it in. From twenty-five feet away from the house, I could call the road to an open window. They were all there. The rocking, strong arm manner, would knock me off the running board, Alba Anderson, and last, but not least, it was hollow. All 980 pounds of them, and most important to me, still alive. Here you are, Milo. You're a stupid clown. Hard, strong. This is all the sweetest meters it was left. First it goes through, and then we'll be ready for you, Alba. How could I count you? I don't have it. We'll see about that later. Hey, Milo, don't get the portrait tattoo. I didn't care what the sack on this is. Then we'll look at him and throw him out the window with a wave from him. Now, hurry up. All right. Well, right in this one, uh, right in this one, either. Oops. Ain't in this one. Shut up, just look. Well, all right. You have found no one from you, no thinking. Anybody dumbing up the stash of 30,000-dollar hunk of jewelry and sweet food ought to go to your head, Doc. Oh. Through the open window, I was being bombarded by sweet potatoes and fangs. Well, making a getaway has to ripping the brooch from Mrs. Taylor's throat. And Rocky's a copless that suffered a sum of a sack of pennies. I've hidden a brooch in one of Rollo's lunchtime yams. Whether that yam was inside the sticky or out, they and I were apparently just on the verge of wanting. Ain't here. That means your little friend here had a 30,000-dollar snack today, which right now is giving me a great big bellyache. You know all about pigs? What do they do about them? Rocky was jelly. He wouldn't rub them out. Look who saw me. Here, take my 30, 80-year-old couple. Yeah, I saw him. Now, shut up. Well, I ain't killing no piggy with him just standing there looking at me. If we'd only make a break for it, I'd mow him down. Now, look, baby, we'll kill him if we got him. We want that chunk of ice and we want his sack. Milo, tease him into the corner with a sweet potato. We're throwing them all out the window. Oh, please, Mr. Rocky, Doc. You'll get up to him. Sit down. Close your eyes if you want him. Oh, please, Mr. Rocky. [SOBBING] In the manner of Sheriff Blueett, I had an idea. All right. Give him to be approached by Rocky. Now, though, we're sitting in the corner. Rolla was scratching his side by rubbing it against the opposite. And Rocky and Milo were standing shoulder to shoulder in the middle of the room, ready to advance on him. I groped him out in the dark until I found one in the end. I'm taking his sweet potato delicately in my hand. I tossed it through the window so that it would roll to a point just behind Rocky and his chowel Milo. Oh, look out, he got it! There's no name all! I got it now! Rolla took my face at getting to it. Nox is two would-be executioners and a heap on the floor. I could go up on there jumping to the window and applying a kitchen sprayer to the floor to the-- I hear you. --reducing enemies to a state of my country. Surrender. They gave out. Alva gave up. And Rolla gave me a dirty look. [MUSIC PLAYING] Well, Mr. Siller, there he is, safe and sound, good as new, fat and sexy. Well, well, good, good, congratulations. And not only that, but in him someplace. He not only has a good fighting heart, but also that diamond brute of your wife. Mm-hmm. Well, yeah, we're interesting. Well, I better go charter a plane. Rolla was doing Kansas City at noon tomorrow. Oh, but it might upset him, Mr. Siller. Rosie Donne, if I was never flown before, he might lose wings. Well, what's the place here where they got in the Kansas City? You booked for a personal appearance? Oh, no, hardly that. He's due to be slaughtered at a special ceremony. It's all the plans are made. Why wouldn't you want to disappoint my boy there? They've been looking forward to this. Oh, I don't know. I really like that. It's almost murder. For a rollo. Oh, Johnny. Come on, let's get out of here, Alba. Gosh. Who'd have ever saw it? I, Johnny Donne. Would ever gotten so attached to a tape. [MUSIC PLAYING] Spencer Coward, item four, free 50. Dinner for Alba and the vegetable dinner, by the way. And speaking of that, remind me, if you point a $30,000 Bruce in a pork shop, it'll only mean that the blue ribbon prime packing stuff. They didn't have much luck when they went working for it. Spencer Coward, item five, $20. One new goal played a badge, which I sent to Sheriff Harry Bluitt's appeasement for having stranded him atop that ferret's wheel, stealing his car, and for suggesting that he use a hungry pig for a blood house. Or the pork are full of a mashed fennel, all right? Next morning, they found Sheriff Bluitt searching an old mash factory eight miles the wrong side of town, item six, $76.80, bus and train fair, Carver, Iowa, back to Hartford, Connecticut. Well, I'm still wondering every morning at breakfast time, what else can he eat with eggs? Is he a pan or a bacon or a sausage? And maybe you don't think it's a problem, having known a circuit champion named Rollo Rosie Baron of Iowa. Yeah, Spencer Coward's total $1463. Yours truly Johnny Dollar. [MUSIC PLAYING] Yours truly Johnny Dollar is produced and directed by Norman Mcdonald and SARS Charles Russell, with strip by Paul Dudley and Gil Dowd. Features in the cast were Parley Bear, Sami Hill, and John Danaer, with Junius Matthews and Morrison, Jack Prussian, and Paul Duboff. Tental Colvig was Rollo. This special music is written and conducted by Lee Stevens. [MUSIC PLAYING] Be sure to be with us at the same time next week, when another most unusual expense account is handed in by yours truly Johnny Dollar. [MUSIC PLAYING] Your hit parade on parade. We'll be back tonight in the familiar CBS, Jack Benet time, with a great tune from August 12 years ago. [NON-ENGLISH SPEECH] Many another still green in your memory will be among the hits you will hear. 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