Yours Truly Johnny Dollar Show

Johnny Dollar - The Harold Trandem Matter

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Duration:: 31m
Broadcast on:: 03 Jul 2024
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Granger, for the ones who get it done. From Hollywood, it's time they're off for Edmund O'Brien, as... Johnny Dollar. Jack Barton, Johnny. Take this down. Policy number 2-4-5-6-7-8-0-9. Got that? Yeah, got it. Los Angeles, California. Amounts, $1,150,000, straight life. Beneficiary, this is Mabel Trandam. Ensure her husband, Mr. Howell, Trandam. Right, still down. Now, what's the problem? Officially, there's none. As you know, the company can't take any preventive action. But we certainly aren't very happy to learn that there has been an attempt on Mr. Trandam's life. Edmund O'Brien, in another transcribed adventure of the man with the action-packed expense-a-gown, America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator, yours truly, Johnny Dollar. The expense accounts submitted by a special investigator, Johnny Dollar, two, home office, place and mutual assurance company, Hartford, Connecticut, Attention Jack Barton. The following is an accounting, unofficial, but very playable. For my expenditures during investigation, also unofficial, of the Harold Trandam matter. Expense account item 1, $250, $67.10, transportation incidental, Harper to Los Angeles, and of the two-acre Belair estate of the prominent Coopron Clipper, Mr. Harold Trandam. I presented my identification to the pert little maid, who answered the door, with ushered through a portrait gallery and two living rooms to the terrace. Mr. Trandam was bent over his morning paper, sipping grapefruit juice. He looked up at me with the same scowl I'd seen on the front pages of newspaper. Very early. Why did the servants like to win here? I said, I'm certainly not. I don't even know you. Yes, this is my card. Insurance investigation. I suppose you think I can't pay my next premium. Mr. Trandam, we have no doubt as to your credit rating. This is a much more important matter to you. An android? In a way, now. Now, what is this important matter? Your life. I understand there's been an attempt on it. That's my own affair, strictly my own affair. I made adequate provisions. Your company is worried about my life by Mary Tut. - But I'm sure you'll understand, Mr. Trandam. I'm only interested in your welfare unofficially. The company takes no preventive action of any sort. However, as a friend of Jack Barton, who's head of the Hartford office, have played some mutuals, I'm here to, well, to try to see that no further attempts occur. Unofficially or officially, I'm well taken care of. Thank you. Ah. That's bad, then. Sorry. Must have been a long trip from Hawthorne. Yes, yes, it was. I could offer you a drinker first. Well, it's a little early for anything harder than orange juice for me. My doctor makes me drink this plump. Grateful. Go ahead. Tyler! Nice. Pumped over the table and slid to the floor, still holding his chest. An army of servants rushed out and tried to look like they knew something. I was obviously the major suspect, and they bide with each other, and they're attempts to blame me. But nobody bothered to call one a hospital and two a policeman. Finally, one big guy, obviously, a bodyguard, scooted everybody but me off the terrace and sat me down. He's dead. You didn't notice it. No, I didn't think so. But if I go back to the board and tell him, "Trendum was knocked off right in front of my eyes." I'll get the axe, you know what I mean? Yeah, I know what you mean. No, I'm prepared to exchange information with you. Well, it's mighty generous. I'll see you later. No, no, no, please, please, don't go. Uh, didn't you see nothing, nothing at all? Nothing, I can go back and say, "Mr. Hummer, I had my eyes open." Well, if it means your job, you know, it does believe me. It does. I saw a wisp of blue smoke over there. That, that clump of bushes across the lawn. And a man, he ran away. No man. Just smoke. He shot over the man. Just smoke. The gleam with the gun. A thin whiff of blue smoke. This is all? Look, you can make up the rest as you go along. Now, if you'll excuse me, I got a phone call to make. I think the police ought to know about this. When the sirens arrived, they examined the brush and found a few bent twigs among the straight ones. There's nothing to go on. They said about examining all the servants, searching the house, but their efficiency got them nowhere. By the time they left, they had collected no information at all. The only thing they had succeeded in doing was to make Mrs. Mabel trend them lock herself in her room for a good, private cry. It was after the police left that I remembered the last word of Mr. Harold's friend. Lyla. Hating unsolved mysteries as I do. I knocked quietly at Mrs. Mabel's bedroom door instead of hopping on the next DC-6 for heartless. Don't worry. Please, Mrs. Mabel, I'd like to talk to you. I don't want to talk to anybody. Don't worry. I'd like to talk to you about Lyla. Who did you say? I'm Johnny Dalla. I'm with the heart. What about Lyla? May I come in? Yeah. Thanks. Tell me, what about Lyla? Well, that's just what I was about to ask you. You're one of the detectives, aren't you? No. No, I'm an insurance investigator. Oh, sit down. What did you hear about her? The last word your husband said was Lyla. Yeah, it would be. That's all he talked about. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Oh, I got a steady diet of her, all right. What did he say about her? Nothing. He just said Lyla. I suppose his insurance money won't be paid now that he was murdered. The fact that he was killed won't interfere with the payment, Mrs. Tranden. The way it looks now, you'll get your money with very little trouble. Because that's all he left me, Mr. Me and the Jesse Pregrica rescue mission money. I've got a closet full of coats, and so many dresses I run out of hangers, and I've got shoes piled at the ceiling. And if I wanted to go out, nobody was nicer than he was about it. He'd eat that one of the boys from his office took me wherever I wanted to go. He was real good to me. He picked me up in a cafe where I was working as a waitress. He picked me up and gave me all this. Still, I hated it. Maybe I better go. No, no, no, don't go. I've got to talk to somebody. Sure, sir. How much was it? $1,150,000. Pretty big tip for just a cup of coffee, wouldn't you, sir? He didn't have many friends, did he? No, but if they're not a friend in the world, you could call him the city from one end of the other for somebody to stand nice word about him. The closer you lived with him, the more you hated him. It'll be pretty tough, I guess, to find out who did it. He wasn't one person. It was the whole city, the whole world. Everybody got together and said we got to clean the rock up. Kevin, sorry, and they hired somebody and did it. Take it easy, Mrs. Trandam. Don't call me Mrs. Trandam. Mabel, what? Mabel, Harriet McGrandy. You know what I'm going to do? How much is it? $1,150,000. I'm into a little apartment, I have a couple of cats. I always wanted a couple of cats, but he could stand and I couldn't have any. Time is, I'm going to get. Where can I find Lila? I didn't tell the police about her. Why should I tell you? No reason, I'd just like to know. Lila Winnie lives at the Village High Hotel. Very lovely. Very refined. I suppose maybe she was the only one who liked him. Hey, when you get through there, come back and talk to me some more, will you? It's meant to go on item two. Taxi said at the Village High Hotel in North Hollywood. Four tan kids dashed in and out of a sprinkler's tan. I walked to the last apartment of the right and knocked. I knocked again. I knocked a third time and tried the door. It was locked. I looked in the window. Through the lace curtain, I could see the body of a girl. My head lulled crazily to one side. And there was a small red duck on her temple. The police investigated. The bullet hole was the quick work of the 38. There were letters in the bureau drawer letters to Harold trained them. The sergeant who found them grabbed the nearest chair, propped his feet up on a stool and settled down for a long day's reading. Hey, listen to this. How I dived or have you put your arms around me again. Darling, you must know how much I miss you. You must know how much I love you. And then she takes it from there. All right, I ain't magic-ing for the day. Dolly, you seem to be just about everywhere these days. Maybe we'll try them, gave me her a dress. You tell you anything? I gathered that Lyla was the other woman in this night. Only one left out of the three. I think maybe we'd better pick Mabel up. She didn't have time to do it, Lieutenant. I was with her right up to 20 minutes ago. - Just where did that in the courtroom? - Yeah, I'd have to. In that case, let's look around. Thorough search, sergeant. Room by room. Somebody hasn't heard. I'll get it. Hello? Now she isn't right now. Who's calling, please? I see. Now, I don't think she will. I'll tell him. Yeah, goodbye. Jesse Frederick, a mission calling. We wondered if Miss Wenig was going to be down today. She hasn't been down since last week. The boys miss her. Best things are all right. Understand, she was quite a charitable girl. To vote in a lot of her time to the down and out is. Jesse Frederick, a mission. See you later, Lieutenant. Yeah, where you going? Well, I think I've heard that name somewhere before. I'm going up another blind alley. If I pick up anything, I'll give you a ring. Spencer gone item three, four dollars and 90 cents. Transportation bellared at a Jesse Fredericka rescue mission on Main Street. Now that the mystery was doubled, I thought it wise to follow up every enterprise the two late lovers had in common. The driver let me out in front of a store with a Jesse Fredericka mission. Everyone welcome painted on the window and gold. I walked into the place past little groups of sullen men sitting there coughing from tin cups. There was a room labeled "Wait in here." An abrupt young man, Natalie dress, motioned me into an inner office and closed the door behind me. I was all alone, except for the smiling old lady at the desk. Your name, please? Johnny Dollar, I'm here on business. Certainly. Certainly. How long since you've had a bath? Uh, well, this morning, I... You do look pretty clean. I think our young men have a tendency to stay clean much more than say 30 years ago, don't you? Oh, definitely, but I'm not here for a bath. Oh, sorry, but it's required. Any dependant? Not as yet. Good. Have you tried to get a job of any kind? The United States Employment Survey? A private agency? I've got a job. Oh, well, winner, I'm sorry. I'm an insurance investigator. Oh, you're a graduate. Well, we've had so many come back and thank us. How long since you've been here? A long time. Are you Mrs. Fredericka? Mrs. Fredericka. Oh, yes, well, Mrs. Fredericka. Do you know Mrs. Lila Wenig? Why, certainly, she's on our board of directors. A wonderful girl. Did Mr. Harold try and am also serve on your board of directors? Why, yes, he does. A very, very good friend. As I know, I've got bad news, Mrs. Fredericka. They're dead. They were killed. Oh, boy, that's terrible. An automobile? No. How did it happen? Mooder, I'm an insurance investigator. If I, if I could stay here for a while, I might be able to learn something of importance. What about it? Well, I, I don't know. We've never done anything like this before. I promise I'll take that back. Can't you just pretend I'm one of your boys? Oh, well, perhaps I, I could miss you. Dollar. Perhaps I could, Mr. Dollar. They, you just use all the hot water you want to. I found myself in the midst of a lot of confused men. Men made even more helpless by belief in their own failure. I hung around the rest of the day, listening to their stories. Short evening, I found myself reliving an imaginative experience with a little white-haired, stubble-chin guy who had forgotten I was even around. You, eh, kettison? Started going up in the morning. I watched it. I never took my eyes off that tape. It was climbing like a bird straight to heaven. Well, I'm telling you, I couldn't breathe. I was so excited and I turned to Thomas Lamont. He was as close to me as you are, you know. I turned and said, "Looks pretty good, huh, Tom?" And he smiled and said, "Yes, Ben. We're going to be all right." Yeah, yeah. Two more points. Two points more, my friend. And I wouldn't be standing out here. I'll tell you that. Didn't make it, huh? Oh, I'm not worried. I'll do it again someday. Men, who's made it once, can make it again. Oh, yeah. Well, you say, I know a man, he was much worse off than I. He had less than nothing. He owed the world. And he came back and made the biggest fortune on the whole exchange. Maybe you heard of him. Director of this charity. He owed recently. Harold, trend him. You knew him? No, well, we were as close as twins. Yeah, yeah. He gave me lots of tips on the market. Nice guy, huh? He was very nice. He was a very nice man. Oh, he was gross sometimes, but kind. A really good heart. And when he took up with that woman, she was a director here too. They killed her too, you know. You knew that, didn't you? Yeah. Yeah, well, when they took up together, I knew she'd kill him. She didn't kill him? Well, the other way around then. No, it wasn't that way either. Well, you know. No. I always heard he wasn't very well liked. Oh, he had lots of enemies. Ag. You see that fell over there? No, no, the one leaning against the wall. One was the brown sweater? Yeah, yeah. He hated him. Oh, that was a real big thing that he was. What's his name? Sanderson, Bill Sanderson. What happened was, years ago, they was part of the tour. Bill Sanderson and Tranderson. Yep. Tranderson didn't Sanderson out of his brokerage business and sent him down to Skid Row. I guess Sanderson was only one of many. Oh, sure. He had his enemies turned and did. But Sanderson, he was the one who introduced me to Tranderson, you know. Sanderson hated him worse than anybody. He did that woman of his too. Lila, whatever her name was. Well, that's interesting, Ben. I think I got stories that would make your hair crown. I'll tell them to you over a drink sometime, huh? I had noticed Sanderson watching me out of the corner of his eye. He was a big man of indeterminate age, rolling a toothpick around in his mouth. I walked to the cafe down the street, had a bite to eat and came back to the mission. A crowd was gathered in one corner, talking excitedly. I moved through to the front row and looked down. There was little Ben, lying dead on the floor. I moved back through the crowd and right into Bill Sanderson. Dallian, maybe you'd better come along with me. The sliver of shining metal in his hand convinced me to come along with him. There didn't seem to be a great deal of choice. He stopped me in front of a door three buildings down, opened it shoved me in and closed it again. Inside it was not quite pitch blank. I'm glad to meet you, Dallian. Any friend at Tundums is a friend of mine. We will return to the second act of yours truly, Johnny Daller, in just a moment. The radio audience has the chance to be a part of a quiz show. They can enjoy laughing along with the nation's top comedians too. But Dr. Christian is the only dramatic show on the air, which is actually written by the radio audience. Each Wednesday evening, over many of these same CBS stations, you hear Jean Herschel, as kindly gentle Dr. Christian, tell a story which has been spent in by a CBS listener. Here's your chance not only to enjoy a radio show, but be an actual part of that program by writing it yourself. Be listening each Wednesday evening when CBS presents Dr. Christian. And now with our star, Edmund O'Brien, we return to the second act of yours truly, Johnny Daller. I don't know how many times Anderson tried to use his knife. Perhaps he was getting too big a kick out of wearing me down to use it at all. Then I was able to maneuver him around with his back against the light from the street. I grabbed his arm and smacked his pit against the wall. The pit for the knife and went and dropped to the floor. I went about my work with a new vet. You can't pick down the wrong guy, sir. Come on, get up. Okay, okay, okay, okay. Come on, easy, easy, easy, easy. Get up, Anderson, get up. Stand up straight. Hey, come on now. What about a lay off, huh? I got a lot of questions about how you kill Harold Trandam and while I went again and then they found out, didn't they? Out on my way! He pushed me aside and went out the door melting into the population of Main Street. For me, the mystery was over and the manhunt had begun. We got away, huh? Yeah, he played potman, I felt for it. Yeah, we got all the cars and look out, too late to stake out the neighborhood. We'll get him going home. Oh, I'll stick around just for last. I've got kind of a personal interest in this case. Do I see? It didn't do your face much good. I think I'll drop over to the widow's house. Oh, Mrs. Trandam. Ah, she asked me to drop back to keep her company. Miss Anderson on the loose. She may need more company than she thinks. Expensive on item six, four dollars and fifty cents. Police headquarters to the belly and mansion of the late Mr. Trandam. As the cab pulled away, I noticed a familiar hulk standing on the stoop. It was the big bodyguard and he ran toward me as if he'd just seen an old friend. Oh, Mr. I'm so glad to see you again. You just don't know. Haven't you better report back to the office? There are liable to be plenty more bodies to guard. Oh, I was fired. Oh, no kidding. He wouldn't even give me a chance to explain. Mr. Halmer, I said mistakes happen. What happened to me could have happened to anybody. I really had my eyes open. I seen a big guy with a thirty-eight revolver over a hundred yards away and he run for cover. I chased him all over the plantation and finally caught him. Look, look, look here. I even brought him a piece of the suit the guy wore. Recognizing a thirty-eight from over a hundred yards away. He didn't do your story much good. You know I told about that lady. And that guy who suit I tore is threatening to sue me. You made a good try. Hey, you don't know where I could maybe get another bodyguard in jail. And you tried plumbing. The bodyguard is the only job I know. I'm skilled. I'll tell you what, hang around with me for a while. What's the fee? Oh, no fee, you can use the experience. I'm sorry, I have my price. A man with your pride doesn't need a job, Stella. No, wait. You caught me desperate, tendency. I'll put it on the swindle sheet. What was your name? Max. Okay, Max, get your foot out of that flower bed and come on. My earnest protector and I went up the grand staircase led by a butler. Max keeping a good six paces behind me like an Arabian bride. The butler went through a door leaving us to wait in the hall. When he came out, he whispered to me to wait. He went downstairs. I opened the door leaving Max on the outside and walked in. Mrs. Harold Trendham, who preferred to be called Mabel, was fingering the ears of a white cat on her lap. Isn't he beautiful? He's lovely. I want to ask you about a guy I ran into a few hours ago. Do you happen to know Bill Sanderson? Bill Sanderson? No, I don't. Londadix. You know, you aren't the lonely little girl I remember talking to this morning. What makes you so happy? I'm going away. Where? Somewhere. How much did you say there's policy with Bill? A lot of money. You can mail it to me. You're going alone? All alone. Pretty girl like you alone all this time. Hard to believe. Hard to be different now. You'll see. I've got my next guy all picked out in my mind. I mean, you'll marry me for my looks and my money, but most say for my money. Then I can be both for Jane. You wouldn't mind if I took a small look around the room, would you? Keep your hands off things to don't concern you. I know all about search warrants. I'll bet you do. But keeping letters like this on your dressing table isn't playing it too smart. You keep your hands off my personal mail. Signed by Bill Sanderson, you shouldn't leave things like this around. I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe I should have known that a girl with your looks wouldn't just sit around with a crocheting while her husband gallant about town. You better get packed. Those tickets on the table are for the six o'clock plane. It's 4.30 right now. Don't worry, Mr. Dollar, I'll make the plane. You keep everything handy, Mabel. Point that the other way, would you mind? We'll make that plane. Bill has wonderful plans, as real and Argentine, and all those South American countries. Nobody's going to stop us now. So you paid Bill the... I paid Bill nothing. He killed Harold because he loved me. Should have married him in the first place, but he didn't have the money and that was important to me then. Met him too late. Met him after Harold had torn every penny and every bit of self-respect out of him. He's killed a few more since you last saw him. It's been one after the other. I don't suppose you've heard about Lila Winnig and poor little Ben down at the mission. You're a liar. It'll be in this evening's papers. Or better yet, you call the police department. You're going off with a mad dog. He's tasted blood and he doesn't know when to quit. You've got over a million bucks. Take my advice, Mabel. Find yourself another guy. Get out of my way. You're an accomplice to one murder. Don't try for three. Get out of my way! I always bow to fire. This is the room with the outside lock. Goodbye, Mr. Dollar. Max! Max! Hey, hey, boys, what happened to you? Where were you? I was catching a few winks. Quiet, I bought our dog. That's being on the job, Max, you're fired. Why, what do I do? A young lady in a killer are about to embark for South America and you ask what you did. Here, here's your 10th spot. Try the one, eh? I ran down the stairs, brushed aside the butter and opened the front door. Just in time, as he Mabel's car pulled out of the garage and grind over the gravels of the gate. Through the rear window, I saw her suitcases pile high in the back seat. I rushed back into the house and grabbed them home. Just tell you, how much that? Johnny Dollar lieutenant. Listen, Mabel's friend. I'm just left here in a big hurry. She had airplane tickets for Rio. The plane leaves it thick. She's picking up Bill Sanderson first, somewhere. Don't tell me she's in on her husband's desk. Very much so. She knows I saw the ticket, so she may try another means of transportation. Better cover all the exits. If it worked out, I'll get right on it. Hey, say lieutenant. There are too many cab pairs. Listen on my expense account. You haven't got a car you can spare. Sure thing. I'll send 109 right over. He sent 109 right over. We got to international airport in time to check the passenger list. Sure enough, there was an A Mabel's friend. We waited till departure time and I felt a little like Drew Pearson must when his predictions come true. He didn't show darling. I better check with headquarters to see if she's been reported at the railway stations or the bus people. Smartest things she could do now would be to pick up Sanderson and head for the border by auto. I've already sent her the roadblock notice. Well, your job is done, darling. Why risk your neck? This is one I don't want to just read about. And then there's the matter of a million dollar policy. Before we're through, we might have to dig up the second beneficiary. Lieutenant Bencelli checked with headquarters. They had not shown at any departure points. The roadblock had been set up on the coast route just out of Capistrano where 101 and it's awesome at meat, the only highway south. Everybody was giving a three-time killer just the sort of attention he deserved. It was getting dark. Lieutenant and I sat in his car, watching the roadblock. Well, this could be for nothing. Maybe they've decided to stay home. Well, that's not from A Mabel. She's pretty restless, likes to keep moving. I think they'll make a tribe at a border tonight. Hey, look up there. Somebody's pulling on a line. Yeah, you're turning off under the shoulder. You're going to try to crash the block. Okay, let's go. We weren't even sure it was Sanathan and Mabel. Might have been a couple of rumsmugglers for all we knew. Whoever it was paid no attention to our siren, but we pulled closer, hugging the curves by using the whole road. Maybe you can use that rifle down over, right? There goes the tire. They're on a control. Hey, is that the car? Yeah, that's it. I'm trying to get this door open. Huh, no use, Lieutenant. Look inside. Yeah, I better get on the radio. Mm. Spencer, count item seven. Another cab fare. Four dollars from my hotel to the Jesse Fred reconmission. It was a week later. The old lady nodded me to a chair and I sat down. Well, Mr. Dollar, it's good to see you again. Won't you sit here? I think this seat will be more comfortable. Thank you. I have just come to say goodbye, Mr. Pickers. Wish you all the luck in the world and I've got something for you. That contribution? I think you'd better sit down first. Mr. Rodriguez, I wish I could have the pleasure of giving checks like these to people like you more often. Don't try to count to zero. One million, 150,000. Oh, Mr. Dollar. It's from a guy named Harold Trandam. It's his way of giving back about five percent of what he should never have taken. But I can't believe. Hope this has happened. He named the Jesse Fredrica rescue mission as a second beneficiary. And the first beneficiary is dead. Please excuse me, Mr. Dollar. I think I'm going to cry. She did. As quietly as possible, I got up and left. I walked out onto Main Street, down past the little shops, the surplus stores, the shoeshine parlors, and the all-night movies. And I couldn't help thinking a million dollars can buy a lot of turkey dinners. Spence accounts total $736.82, yours truly, Johnny Dollar. Yours truly, Johnny Dollar Stars, Edmund O'Brien in the title role, and is written by Gil Dowd and David Ellis with music composed and conducted by Leif Stephen. Edmund O'Brien can soon be seen starring in the Columbia Pictures production, The Los Angeles Story, featured in tonight's cast where James Eagles, Ted Osburn, Ed Max, Gloria Blondell, Raymond Burr, Ada Reese Marin, and Duneus Matthews. Yours truly, Johnny Dollar is produced and directed by Jaime Del Vai. Join us again next week when, from Hollywood, Edmund O'Brien returns in another transcribed adventure of Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar. This is CBS, where one tonight is Sing Crosby Night, the Columbia Broadcasting System. It can get lonely climbing Mount McKinley, so to entertain myself, I go to ChummaCasino.com. At ChummaCasino, I can play hundreds of online casino-style games for free, like online slots, bingo, slingo, and more. Plus, I get a daily login bonus. It's just too bad that up here, I don't have anyone to share my excitement with. Woohoo! Live the temple life anytime, anywhere. Play for free now at ChumbaCasino.com. 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