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Johnny Dollar - Milford Brooks III

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Duration:: 29m
Broadcast on:: 12 Jul 2024
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No ads, no interruptions just pure, immersive audio content. Don't miss out. Transform your listening experience with Saul Good Media. Visit SaulGoodMedia.com and start your free trial now. We can't wait for you to join our audio community. Happy listening. [ Music ] >> The Columbia Broadcasting System presents Yours Truly Johnny Dollar. [ Music ] The next half hour has its baggage packed to take a trip with America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator, Johnny Dollar. At insurance investigation, he's just an expert. At making out his expense account, he is an absolute genius. [ Music ] Expense accounts submitted by special investigator Johnny Dollar. Two home office, honesty, life insurance underwriters, terminal building, Hartford, Connecticut. Attention, Austin Farnsworth, general manager. The following is an accounting of my expenditures and the investigation of policy holder Milfred Brooks, the third for your company. Expense account item 1, 75 cents. Can't bear to your office an answer to your original hurry call. Tip to driver, $1. Expense account item 2, 25 cents. Shoe shine. You remember, I got my shoes scuffed when I unsuspecting me walk to the private door to your office. >> Dollar, bitch, grab him. He's playing to jump out that window. That says you're wrong. >> I'll show you. >> No, no, you don't. >> Hey, let's go, you fool. Get away. >> Had a nice try, funny boy. Now pay attention to-- >> Ginger. >> No! [ Music ] >> Class dismissed. Oh, Mr. Farnsworth. Why'd you tell me what you had waiting for me? Had I worn my boxing gloves. >> Dollar, this was all a complete surprise to me. >> Well, just in case you're a little chum on the floor, there wakes up in a hurry, I-- I'll close the window. Now, my goodness, dollar, what are you doing? >> I'm sitting on his head. >> I don't care, this guy tries killing himself again. I just don't want him to try and kill me. >> After all, we haven't even been introduced. >> Dollar, that happens to be one of our largest policy holders. His life is insured with this company, and they mount up $2 million. >> Oh, now I can see why you're so anxious to keep him from putting a dent in the sidewalk. >> Precisely. >> He'd also put quite a dent in your company's bank account. >> By the way, dollar, aren't you in danger of smothering the boys sitting on his head that way? >> Maybe. >> Now, tell me, what's this guy's name? And what's his story? >> That, sir, it's Milford Brooks III. >> As I said, we have an insured for $2 million. His mother and father left him with a paid up policy for the sole purpose of enabling his heirs to pay the inheritance taxes on as a stake when he dies. Unfortunately, due to the kind of life he's been leading, Brooks not only hasn't any heirs, he hasn't any money. >> He blew all his cash. >> That's right. >> Now he's trying to get some out of us by threatening to kill himself. And that policy pays off on suicide. In a mortuary, he'd be a millionaire, huh? >> Please, dollar. >> Sorry, gone. One half hour ago, Milford walked into this office and changed the beneficiary in his policy. When that was done, he proceeded to demand, not request, mind you, $500,000 in cash. >> Oh, sir, that's quite a touch. >> When I explained to him that there was no loan provision in his insurance policy, he threatened suicide. He said I could either give him the half million cash or pay off the two million on his policy. >> So all you have to do is to keep him alive. >> And he's managed to make that no small problem. The man he named us as new beneficiary, just before he made a demand for the cash is, well, it's downright frightening. >> Why? Who is it? >> One of the most notorious gamblers in the east. His name is Hatcher, Harold Hatcher. >> Oh, you know him? >> Yeah, say that kid's been a post office been a boy for a lot of years. >> Well, there's the situation dollar. I'm engaging you to protect Milford Brooks' future. >> Yeah, what there is of it. The way this lad operates, you think he had but two lives to give for his country. He's not only set himself up to get knocked off by somebody else, he's just dying to do the job himself. It just means that you'll have to work twice as hard. >> Oh, it also means something else. But, sir, that you'll have to pay me twice as much money. >> You'll get your money, situation demands sacrifice, I'm afraid, but to protect the boy dollar. >> Give him something to live for and an interest in life. >> An interest in life, huh? >> Let's see, I know, here, this should help. What's that you've got there? >> It's what's commonly referred to in the more successful bachelor circles as my little black book. Now, let's see, Ruby, no, her favorite expression is drop dead, Bernadine, now she'd be the new beneficiary by midnight. Oh, here's one, here, but her. Hey, Farnsworth, would you mind passing me that phone with a long cord? >> No, no, not at all. >> My little friend here is showing signs of life. >> Here, here you are. >> Maybe you should let him breathe a bit more. >> No, don't worry, he'll be all right. Hello, hello, I want to call New York, person to person, Miss Theodore Butts. >> Yeah, that's right, and you'll get her at Hudson II, 4292, dollar, you're not thinking of taking this boy to New York, are you? >> Well, I'm going there myself, and you want me to keep an eye on him, don't you? Don't fret Farnsworth, all is not lost. >> You do worry me, sitting on his head that way. >> Hello, hello, butter, butter, this is Johnny Dollar. I'll be in town, and I don't want to see you. >> But look, here's what I want you to do. >> Yes, yes, this is all I like to say over the telephone. I want you to reserve a table at the hatchery in my name for 10 o'clock tonight, would you do that? >> Okay, I'll see you in a few hours, huh? >> But I can't make it any earlier. >> I'm sitting up on a sick friend. Okay, goodbye. I'm not sure that I agree with your methods. >> Oh, what's the matter, Dollar? Did he hit you? >> Hit me, no, he bit me. Spence account item three, liquor, $18. Keeping Millford Brooks the third peaceful seemed to be the immediate problem, and a bottle of railroad brand, he seemed to be the immediate answer. I poured most of it into him, loaded him into my car, and we headed for New York. As we passed through New Haven, he opened one eye, looked up, saw the ale bowl, and gave free cheers for all the life. >> Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, all right, right, right. >> All the ale would sure be proud of you. Why anybody would want to assure you for $2 million is more than I can figure. >> Yeah, well, my daddy loved me very much, and my mother loved me very much. Not only that, but I love somebody very much. And not only that, but I hate somebody very much. I tell you I know something. Like someone other guy, I hate you most of anybody. >> Else. >> Yeah, love it, boy, it's cocktail hour again. Time for your bottle. [ Music ] >> Rolling along the Merritt Parkway, I felt very much alone with my own thoughts. And believe me, they weren't very pleasant company. The way it's stacked up for me, Brooks had built up a fat gambling debt to Harold Hatcher, and had been forced to make him his beneficiary. The suicide threat that he was holding over honesty insurance company was a little tougher to figure, unless he was trying to finance a trip for himself to get away from the man with a custom-tailored murder mode of Hatcher. My hungry little mind nibbled away on those unsavory morsels of food for thought all the way to Butters Apartments. [ Music ] >> Hey, where are you taking me? I want to go to New York. >> You don't behave, Buster, or I'll punch your ticket. >> Johnny, darling, welcome to New York. >> First this trip I ever made. >> Quiet. >> Well, where did you find this? >> In a box of cracker jacks. Come on, let me in. >> I don't know about you, Johnny. Some men bring me flowers, and some bring me candy. What do you bring me? Boiled owl in a Brooks Brothers suit. >> Oh, I'm pleased to meet you. My name is Brooks, but I haven't got any brothers. >> Lucky them. >> Fix the pillows on the couch, will you? >> Look more at home in the bathtub. >> Come on, Buster. Lie down. >> Oh, I'm charmed. I heard him. >> Oh, this kid's liquor sure can hold him. He's classed out. How long have you been playing nurse made to this bottle, baby? >> Leave me to the bar, sweet. Let's get away from this buzzsaw, and I'll tell you all about it. >> Sure, come along. I will example, don't seem to bother you, do they? >> If you knew how that guy has been bothering me. >> What did you do to me? >> Oh, let's just say he put the bite on me. Ah, the river sure does look pretty tonight. >> Like a brandy? >> Anything but, I'm sniffing that second hand, all the way from Hartford. Oh, make it a foul root beer. Hey, butter. See that big boat out there? >> Mm-hmm. >> I sure would like to be on it with you, sailing off to far away romantic places. >> Get with it, darling, at the 125th Street Fair, here's your root beer. Come on now, tell butter all about it. >> First thing's first. Now that I've got a dad's old-fashioned root beer, how about giving me one of mom's new-fashioned kisses, and then I'll tell you all about it. >> A few seconds later, and I proceeded to tell her all about it, and it wasn't easy. Everything about it kept flying down my train of course. So it was a sympathy I'd listened to my story until I gave it the answer to her first and only question. >> Where do I fit into all this? >> Well, baby, I thought you'd want to stud. My job is to give the poor, misguided boy something you live for. That's you. >> Welcome. He should live so long. >> Now, butter, will you? >> Well, don't butter me. >> Now, don't, don't get excited now, you misunderstand, I really mean it. I thought if he just got to look at you, realize that things like you exist, you'd make any man glad to be alive. If you can't stand it, I'll take him away. I thought I sure need you butter. Come on, baby. Melt a little. I wouldn't let you get hurt, you know that. >> Did I hurt you? >> I'm getting used to it. People have been taking folks with me all day. >> I'm sorry. >> Oh, that's better. >> Want some more roots here? >> Ah, I want some more of you. How about another kiss? >> Well, help yourself. [MUSIC] >> John, I'll get it, Johnny. >> I'll trade up a man, man answers, hang up with him. >> Well, don't worry. Hello. Yes, this is husband 2, 4, 2, 9, 2. Well, I depend, who's crawling? Oh, just a moment, it's for you, Johnny, of Mr. Farnsworth. >> Huh? Oh, okay, I'll take it. Thanks. Say, why don't you be a good girl, will you? And take a look at Milford in the other room. And while you're at it, get me in the roof here, huh? >> Oh, sure. The service has been around here. >> Hello, Farnsworth? >> Yes, dollar. I'm glad I got you. >> How'd you get this number? >> It's the one you call from my office. I remember that I have a photographic mind. >> I hope you haven't got a picture of what I'm thinking. What do you want? >> I want to know how Milford is. I mean, is he still alive? >> Of course, he's alive. >> Good, good. Do you suppose I could talk to him? I mean, do you think he'll talk to me? >> Well, the last time I saw him, he was sound asleep. I'll take a look. Hold the phone. A butter. A butter. Hey, butter. Hello, Farnsworth? >> Yes, yes. >> Do you have any aspirin there at your house? >> I, of course, dollar. Why? >> Well, you better take a handful. Milford Brooks, the third, just took a powder. I'll call you back. >> Do you let anything happen to him, and you'll need the aspirin? >> I've already got a headache. When Milford left, he took my girl with him. >> In just a moment, we'll return to the second act of Yours Truly Johnny Dollar. But first, we want to remind you that it was 437 years ago, next Sunday, the famed Spanish explorer, Paul Stallion, began his search for the fountain of youth. My sheer coincidence, the man who's still looking for a jackbenny will be heard on CBS next Sunday at 7 o'clock Eastern time. And now, back to Yours Truly Johnny Dollar. >> Well, nobody could say I wasn't working fast. I'd only been in sound for an hour, and I had already succeeded in not only losing your $2 million baby, Milford Brooks, the third, Mr. Farnsworth, but in losing my $1 million baby, Theodore Butts. I tried to put myself in Milford Brooks' $40 shoes, but they wouldn't fit. You can't outthink a maniac. The best I could do was figure either that he was on his way to commit suicide, or that Harold Hatcher, the man who now stood to collect $2 million in the event of Milford's death, had snatched him out of Butters' apartments. With birds of that type flocking together, Butters stood a good chance of being a dead duck. I spent an hour unsuccessfully shaking down the neighborhood for them. I questioned cab drivers, harness bulls, bartenders, then I decided to ask for help from higher up, and I don't mean that I set a prayer. Expense account, item four, five cents, phone call. >> Police headquarters. >> Give me missing persons. >> Any particular one? Don't be a wise guy, Lieutenant Fisher. >> Yes, sir. >> Hello, darling. What did you lose? >> Practically, everybody. Let's start with a girl. Theodore Butts. >> You mean you lost your girl? Why don't you call Dar the Dicks? >> Don't waste time being clever. Just check your reports, will you? >> Hold on. >> Buttington. >> Bumpus. >> Bias. >> Nope. >> Nothing on her, darling. >> Okay. Well, let's try this one. Brooks. The third. >> Bullseye. Brooks. Known for the third. He hasn't been reported missing, and we haven't found him yet, but we think we know where he is. >> Oh, this kind of a question I always hate to ask. Where? >> The Hudson River. At 11.15 tonight, his top coat complete with a identification was found taking a ride on the 125th street ferry. >> Anything else? >> Nothing much. Package of matches was found under the coat monogram. You don't happen to know anybody whose initials are H-H, do you? >> H-H? >> Well, as far as home as height, thanks, Fisher. I'll check back with you later. >> I'll leave you here. >> Expense account, item five. Night clubs, $28. Harold Hatcher's hatchery was in a cellar under a hotel, but the prices were high enough to ride a penthouse. Club was draped in too much satin, its lady customers, and too little. The Dakar was French provincial, music, Brazilian, and the food was nowhere. The drinks looked weak and the orders looked strong. All in all, the joint was a sight for sore eyes for making it sore. The only pretty thing in the place was a blonde. Came strolling up to my table, her hips unconsciously sending subtle little messages back to the rumba band. She opened her mouth, slid her tongue over a lower lip, and let a few warm, soft words slide out. >> Looking for someone? >> Oh, well, you do until the real thing comes along. Sit down. >> Thanks. >> No, I won't have a drink. My name is Janelle. I understand you're asking about Mr. Hatcher. >> Yeah, you know him? >> More than some. >> Are you Mrs. Hatcher by any chance? >> I might be. >> Does that mean you might admit it, or that you might talk him into it some day? >> I'll ignore that. What do you want to see him about? >> Mutual friends, no Fred Brooks. >> I'm almost to the quiet clothes boys around here, so you want a cop. You don't look like the type of to be a society friend of the Brooks family. So what are you? >> I'll ignore that. Is Hatcher around? >> He might be. Oh, come on. >> Where is his office? >> At the top of the stairs in the back. >> Can I expect any trouble getting in? >> You act like you just saw a B picture. Harold is doing his best to act like an honest business man these nights. You won't have any trouble. >> How do you know? >> Because Harold sent me down here to look you over. I think you're all right. >> So I've won myself the good housekeeping seal of approval, huh? >> Keeping house with you wouldn't meet with my approval. >> I've ran for my life at a slow walk across the dance floor, edged my way through a cluster of tables and went up the back stairs. When I located the door to Hatcher's office, I knocked once and went in. >> Come on in. >> Thanks. I'm Johnny Dollar. I've been hired by honesty life insurance underwriters to protect the interest of a guy named Milford Brooks III. >> What's that supposed to mean to me? >> You know what, don't you? >> Well, he's an exactly one of my boozin' buddies. >> How much money does he owe you? >> We've got him on the books for a few grand. >> Why? >> They picked up his topcoat tonight on the 125th Street ferry. He wasn't in it. It might have been a suicide or it might have been a knockover made to look like a suicide. What's your choice? >> Where do you get off asking me to make a choice? >> Where were you around 1130 tonight? >> What's it to you? >> I don't know. >> I just thought you might like to rehearse a few answers. >> The law will be asking you some questions real soon now. >> I don't know why I should tell you, but I was driving around in my car getting some air. You better do better than that. They found a match photo under Brooks's coat. It had your initials on it. >> You're out of your mind. The guy owed me a couple hundred thousand. You think I'm going around knocking off my own assets? >> I don't know whether you're stupid or bright, Hatcher. Don't worry about it. >> I know. >> What about that insurance policy? >> What insurance policy? >> Now look, Hatcher, we're big boys now. We both know that changing the beneficiary of an insurance policy is a legal transaction. That means witnesses. That means it isn't secret. >> You might tell me what you're trying to say. >> That you and the Honesty Insurance Company and I all know that Brooks made you the beneficiary in his policy and that you stand to come an $2 million bucks when they fish out his body. >> I don't know anything about it. >> Motives don't come much bigger. >> I'm telling you. This is all news to me. You or nobody else is going to move me off that story. >> I feel the same about mine. It doesn't take a genius to know that Brooks didn't love you $2 million worth. There's only one logical reason for his making you the beneficiary that I can see. You forced him into it. Who'd believe anything else? >> Who cares? They'd have to prove it. >> And brother? >> That can't be done. >> How would you like- >> What a man. >> Yeah. >> Yeah. Okay, Rocky. Thanks for the news. >> Don't let you turn me in. >> I'm in here, huh? >> Yeah. >> No, I didn't turn you in. >> What's the matter? You got a good story, Hatcher, you're not worried, are you? >> Yeah. Have a cigarette. >> Thanks. I got luck. Worked the first time. >> Yeah. >> Nope. I'm not worried. I'll be out for $14. >> He'll be lucky if you're out in 48 years. >> Okay, boys. Come on in. >> The homicide boys invited Hatcher down to headquarters. He accepted and invited them down to the bar for a night. >> Yeah. All right. >> The homicide boys invited Hatcher down to headquarters. He accepted and invited them down to the bar for a no-hard feelings drink. They accepted. I walked back downstairs into the club. Place hadn't changed. Same stale customers, same stale music, same stale air. And the same lovely Janelle sitting at the same unlovely table. >> Hello. How'd you make out? >> Oh, I left before they started playing 20 questions, but I wouldn't worry. You've got a smart boy in the bar there. >> In some ways, maybe. What do you hand you? Big round zero. >> Wouldn't talk. About what? >> Oh, just a little do that. A $2 million life insurance policy. >> Wait a minute. That young Brooks kid? >> Yeah, that's right. >> Oh, I knew it. I tried to tell him, but he wouldn't listen to me. >> Try to tell who what? >> Hatcher. But he'd get into trouble about that policy. It just looks funny, him being made the beneficiary. >> You knew about it, huh? I suppose you also know what was behind it. >> Sure. Milford owed him some money. A lot of money. It's in writing. >> What kind of writing? >> It's a personal note that Brooks is going to get back if he made Harold beneficiary. Suff in his office. >> You must be awful close to Hatcher. >> I'm the close, friendly type. I'll have that drink now. >> You've earned it, beautiful. She had earned it, and I had a hunch as to why. If ever I saw a gal busy putting his skids under her boyfriends, she was. Even if she helped send him up on a murder app, I would have a quick 50 that she tipped him to the police. As happened before, the boyfriend is the murdering type, and it's a nice neat legal method of disposal. Janelle had me back up the stairs, and it's a hatcher's office. I sent her back down to watch the bar to divert Hatcher in case he decided he'd forgotten something. Brooks's personal note made out of the gambler was easy to find, lying neatly in the middle of the top desk drawer. But I found something even more interesting when I went through his wardrobe closet. I began to see a glimmer of lights, and then encouraged by not too much thinking on my part, it turned into a veritable bonfire, which I hope wouldn't be too hot for me to handle. >> Did you find everything? >> Honey, if I were a judge, I'd be ready to sentence a guilty party. >> Good. >> Oh, uh, waiter, the check. >> Where are you going to the police? >> Bright girl. I'll see you later. >> Spencer Count, item six, cab fare, $1.00, tip the driver, $1.00. Once out of the hatchery, I walked to the corner, got into a taxi, and waited. In just a few minutes, my favorite suspect came out of the club, jumped into a taxi, and the chase was on. We nuzzled our way to the traffic over to 2nd Avenue and headed downtown. Then he took a right turn on 45th Street over to Lexington and headed uptown, but they didn't lose us. And in a second, the cab had turned right and pulled to a stop. My driver was on his toes, and his toes were on his brake. We stopped, too. Have a block behind. >> Do you want I should wait? >> Oh, here you are. Keep a change. [Music] >> It was a garage that belonged to a residence on a parallel street a block away. I made out of a sail sign on one of the big doors. The living quarters upstairs were dark enough to look interesting, so I indulge in a bit of genteel braking and entering. Entering that old barn didn't take much braking. I tripped up the stairs, sounded like they were left over from an old ghost story. And so did the first voice I heard when I stopped, halfway up. >> No, it got to be careful, especially about that Johnny Dollar. Are you sure he didn't follow you? >> The voice sounded awful dry. It'd be coming from a guy who supposedly had spent most of the night snoozing on the bottom of the Hudson River. It was Milford Brooks III. [Music] >> Get up on your feet, Brooks, now wait a minute. >> No! >> I started this thing slugging you, I might as well finish it the same way. >> Leave him alone, he's mine. >> Fill him the claws, angel, and sit on his lap. >> Oh, you can let him get a hiccup, I'll kill you. >> Look, I'm the last guy in the world who enjoys physical violence, give or take. But believe me, you two are coming money close to changing my whole character. Now settle now before I really lose my head. >> Get off of me. >> I should have known better than to get mixed up with a low class, nobody like you. >> Got it. >> We pushed the lady around on up Brooks. >> Tell me to be careful. Why didn't you think of that before you let him hear? >> Why'd for your gnolls, thick boy? >> Why don't you get blow getting fat at a gorgeous, neither one of you is exactly what I'd call a mastermind. When you plant that match folder underneath the top core on the ferryboat, you both should have been more careful. >> You think so. >> You bet I think so. If I were planning a piece of evidence to incriminate Mr. Harold Hatcher, I would have left a cigarette lighter. I found one on the pocket of every suit he owns back there in his closet in the club. It wasn't hard to figure out that that guy never carries a book of matches. What do you want? I'm only interested in one thing, saving the insurance company $2 million. And Buster, I think you've done it for me. Look, dollar, this is insurance fraud. It has been ever since you put on that fake suicide attempt trying to extort $5,000 bucks out of the company for you and Janelle. >> Wait a minute, dollar. >> So much for the company. Now, something a little more personal and a little more serious. Where is my girl? >> Well, she's all right, dollar. I couldn't help but I had to get out of that apartment. She caught me leaving. I had to take her with me. >> Where is she? >> Well, I didn't mean to hurt her. I was afraid she'd yell. >> You miserable. >> I'll tell you what she is, dollar. >> I put her in the cab and sent it to the emergency hospital. >> Yeah. >> No, dollar, please. Please, wait a minute. >> Wait, a minute, dollar. >> Girl. >> Patrick. >> You heard your fun dollar, now I want mine. >> I thought you got here. >> The New York City was most efficient police force, remember? When they think maybe a guy jumped off a ferry boat, nobody's seen him do it, they check the turns down counters at each end. In the case of Brooks here, as many people got off that boat, it's got on. >> Yeah, it makes sense. They'd hardly owe a guy for murder just because somebody else lost a topcoat. >> How'd you know we were here? >> You know me, Janelle. You never go anyplace to that, I don't know about. Okay, Brooks, you felt like explaining now, I feel like listening. Get it up. >> I don't know what you mean, I don't know what you mean, Azure. One, he gave you a big fat $2 million motive for murder, and two, he did his best to make it look like you did murder him, with that broken down match cover plan on the ferry boat. Why? >> They wanted to get rid of you and live happily ever after. The big mistake they made was in trying to shake the insurance company to have some ready cash. >> And you, baby. >> Hell, please. >> You put him up to it, didn't you? You cheap little musler. >> No help. >> Calm down, Hatcher. You don't need a gun around here. They're tame. >> You don't know me very well, dollar. I'm going to teach all of you amateuras a lesson. All these things are really done. Come on, Brooks. >> No, no, Hatcher, you're going to have everything I've got. >> For a second, it looked like Hatcher was going to take everything, but I hadn't gone that far. He broke his neck off with me as a witness. Hey, maybe I wasn't going to be a witness. Maybe I was going to be a victim, too. When that thought hit me, that's when I flew across the room and hit Hatcher on a do-a-die flying tackle from behind. Hatcher went down shooting. I went down kicking in a lucky boot, knocked the gun out of his hand. I beat him to it and saw him straight into his skull. After people in the room were lying there bleeding, Brooks from a gunshot, Hatcher from the gun butt. Janelle and I both stood there panning, but believe me, not for each other, or he stood that way until the police arrived. >> Johnny, I hate being in the hospital, but I look awful. >> But her honey, you look lovely and white. >> Did this pouch on my hand? Johnny, they had to cut a big hunk of my hair off to put in the stitches. That awful man. >> Well, if it'll make you feel any better, baby, that awful man got taken care of. He's upstairs in the same hospital. >> Oh, Johnny, it didn't change. >> No, but her? I didn't have to. Harrell Hatcher saved me the trouble. They don't know yet whether Mr. Brooks is going to live or die, but it doesn't make much difference to me or to the insurance company. He signed a statement admitting attempted fraud. >> Served in right, hitting a lady on the head. >> Oh, Johnny, what am I going to do? My hair will look awful. It'll take months for it to grow out. >> Now, don't worry, but her, I'll buy you something to cover it up. I know a guy over on Fifth Avenue who claims he makes something that looks prettier on a woman's head than her hair. >> Expense account item 7, $640, ladies' hats. So cover the lump on ladies' head, expense account item 8, $20, tip to nurse for reminding butter on the hour every hour that accidents will happen. Expense account item 9, $7, mileage driving back to Hartford. Expense account total $1,182.23, which you may say, Mr. Farnsworth. There's a lot of money for one man to spend in the day and a half. But you must bear in mind that the amount of stake was $2 million. And you know the price of stake these days. Sign yours, uh, truly Johnny Dollar. [MUSIC] Listen in again next week when CBS brings you yours truly Johnny Dollar with Charles Russell as Johnny.