Yours Truly Johnny Dollar Radio
Johnny Dollar - The Perikoff Policy
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- Duration:
- 31m
- Broadcast on:
- 11 Jul 2024
- Audio Format:
- mp3
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Stay up to date on COVID-19 and flu vaccinations, sponsored by Champions for Vaccine Education Equity and Progress. The Columbia Broadcasting System presents, Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar. 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 is just an expert. At making out his expense account, he is an absolute genius. Expense account submitted by investigator Johnny Dollar. Two, home office, east coast underwriters, terminal building, Hartford, Connecticut. The following is an accounting of my expenditures and the investigation regarding the paracal policy for your company. Expense account item one. Plain fare, two, Benton, Ohio, forty dollars and four cents. Item two, plain fare, Benton, back to Hartford, forty dollars and four cents. Explanation perches two one-way tickets. Because of the type of case I'm usually assigned, I never press my luck by buying round trips. This time I was almost right. Expense account item three. The Ab fare airport to Valley Hotel, two dollars and twenty cents. Tip to driver. Gee, a dollar. Naturally. There'll be snake on the table at night. Welcome to Off-Air City. Hey, Norman. Yes, sir. What can I do for you, sir? Bring my bag inside, will you? Here. A dollar. Always. And you need a dollar and a fare. Yeah, but it's only going to have to have a lot of strange people in the house. Good evening, sir. Hello. You have a reservation for Johnny Dollar? Oh, yes. Mr. Dollar's in his room. Check in about eight o'clock. Huh? I guess I ain't the man I used to be. What room is he in? Sorry, sir. I'm not predicted to tell you that. I can phone him. Oh, no. Never mind. Uh, let me hear one of those envelopes, will you? I'd like to leave my card for this Mr. Dollar. Yes, sir. Here you are. All right. Here. Just pop this in his box. The clerk pop the envelope in the box number 207 and I pop myself into an elevator going up the room 207. I'd come to Benton to investigate a murder and just a matter of minutes I found myself ready to commit why. Yes, who is it? A bell boy, sir. A package from Hartford. Uh, uh, just a minute. Package rooming? Special delivery. Oh. Come on. Get up on your feet. No, wait a minute. Wait a minute. Take it easy. If you must be Johnny Dollar. Sometimes strangers in a hotel room can be a lot of fun, but not when they're using my name. What's your angle? Listen, Dollar, I can explain everything. It better be good and it better be fast. I, I didn't want to be seen waiting for you in the lobby and it's important that I talk with you before anybody else does. That's why I'm here. I'm Eric Barker. Oh, the defense attorney in his paracop thing, huh? Well, I hope you're better at defending your client than you are defending yourself. Whether my client goes to the chair or not, unfortunately, has nothing to do with my being a good lawyer. That's what I do. That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Well, I suppose this is one time when the attorney won't mind relinquishing the floor. Why don't you get up on your feet? Thanks. I will. Look, I'm, I'm no coward, Dollar, but if either one of us is going to get any place in this case, we'll have to work together. Now, I need your help and I need it badly. I do a single act, sorry. Now, don't be hasty. I can help you, too. Just how much do you know about the paracop murder? All I know is that it's one of the screwiest cases I've ever run into. All over the country, beneficiaries are knocking off insured people, but not here in Benton. Oh, now, here they tell the insured man, Harlan Wolf, knocked off his beneficiary and partner, Paracop. And now, I've got the jelly assignment of trying to keep the state from executing the insured man. My employer, East Coast Underwriters, isn't anxious to see $100,000 of their money burn up on the electric chair. Well, at least we're both stuck with the same tough job. Now, look, I'll tell you a few things I already know and you fill it in from there. All I know is that Paracop was shot to death and that his business partner, your client, Harlan Wolf, was picked up leaving town and being held for the murder. What have they got against him? Only what they found on him. That's enough. The murder weapon. Any witnesses? One. Paracop's wife, Marshall. And eyewitness. Mm-hmm. And murder weapon? And an eyewitness. Well, that seems at least first glance anyway. The state of Ohio will be receiving a large electric bill one day soon. Is there any chance of my saying, Wolf? No, not before he's indicted. Mm, great. Dollar. Harlan Wolf shot Paracop himself to fence. There was no premeditation. Well, I'm convinced that I could get him off with the second-degree manslaughter verdict if it weren't for the tactics of the prosecution. Mm-hmm. That's right. Well, they not only have intimidated my character witnesses, they've sub-born their own depredgary. That's the sort of thing I'm up against. Well, as the insurance companies keep on saying, have a say-dye, say, we're going to find the widow, Paracop. Well, if they aren't holding her in protective custody, so nobody can question her, she may be at home. That's 1375 96th Street. That's for our fingers. By the way, how's hers? Expense account item four, cab fare, the home of old man, and the girl he left behind him, $2.40. I shivered all the way out to the suburbs, but not from fear or anticipation. A simple case of summer shorts in red flannel weather. The Paracop place was obviously the product of a good income and a bad architect. It looked like a great big wedding cake, and Mother Nature had mercifully iced the confection. The front walk was wiped and untrammeled as it driven snow. As a matter of fact, that's what it was, three inches of it, which meant that Marsha hadn't had a visitor in the past couple of hours. I was playing detective, and somebody inside was playing a radio. So, I played beeping Tom and loved every second of it. I couldn't see her face, but she had a lovely profile. I hastened to the door. Wow, her hair was red and her eyes were green. Her hair stopped your cold, and then her eyes gave you the ghost signal. Yes? Would you mind saving that yes for later? I beg your pardon? Well, I've come here to ask your help, and I hope you'll say yes. My name is Johnny Dollar. I've been sent to Benton to investigate the death of your husband. Why? Has this turned into a federal case? No. No, I'm from the insurance company. Oh. Come in. Thanks. Say, where can I put my coat, this snow melt all over your carpet? Let it melt. Just throw your coat anyplace. Okay. Mm. Good shot. Come on in by the fireplace. It's nice and warm. You should have brought some chestnuts. I could have followed her with my eyes closed. She entered for the living room, leaving a pathway of perfume there, behind her, and I didn't waste a breath of it. Say, that's nice perfume. Sit down. Thanks. Well, you have good taste. That chair is a genuine antique. Oh? Have you been saying a compliment before we get down to business? You certainly furnish a room. Well, most of the things are just reproductions. Not the thing is, I'm talking about it. Oh, you mean me? Uh-huh. Oh, this is a happy surprise. I expected to find someone fatter in 40 years. My husband was. And now, what about his insurance? Oh, you got me wrong. You see, I'm working for the company that ensured the man being held for the murder of your husband's. All in wolf. What do you want from me? Justice story, what happened? Oh, that I can't do. The district attorney had a long talk with me about it. I'm not supposed to say anything to anybody about it until the trial. Oh, I'm not asking you for any state secrets. I just want to want you to save me a trip down to the board. Oh, don't be so brutal. Oh, sorry, I didn't realize you were still in mourning. That nickname to say, confused me. Anyway, I met the newspaper boy. That's what they call their files. You gave them a story? Why won't you give it to me? I told you. I can't. Okay. Sorry. I wasted your time. Oh, wait, wait a minute. Oh, well, you aren't exactly cooperative. Don't please sit down. I'm going crazy in this house alone all the time. Can't we find something else to talk about? Sure. Later. First things first. That makes sense. All right. I don't see how it could be wrong to tell you what's already been in the newspapers, Johnny. That's right. Go ahead. All right. Well, Harlan Wolf and I were here in this room alone. We were discussing business. Business? Business. The Highland Coal Corporation. My husband was its president. Harlan Wolf is a secretary treasurer and I'm the vice president. I can't resist this, but you are kind of business woman makes this anthracite heart of mine feel very betuminous. What? I don't get it. Let it go. So, you and Wolf were sitting here talking about your coal business. Why were you sitting? Well, I was sitting over there at the desk. How about Wolf? You're sitting where you are right now and then my husband came home. I'm no doubt accused you and the secretary treasurer of putting in too much overtime. Is that it? Yes. Oh, it was terrible. They fought and finally Harlan ran over to the couch over there and pulled his gun out of his overcoat pocket and started pulling the trigger. Who crawled the police? The neighbors? No. I did. Well, that's all there is to it. That's all I wanted to know. It didn't hurt, did it? No. Now, how about using those big shoulders of yours for throwing a log on the fire? Sure. I'll go outside and get one. No, there are logs in here. I'd rather go outside and get one with a little damp. They burn much slower. Oh. Well, then, while you're at it, get a big one. My left marker gazing into the fire, called the cab and stepped out to the cold night air to wait for it. I went down the front walk with my mind on what was behind me, instead of what lay ahead. Hey, dollar! Out of the white snow, loomed two very large blue police uniforms, completely filled. Get out of this paragraph, Miss Dollar. It's a matter of fact, get out of this town. Why, officer? I'm just beginning to like it here. Look, this is from the top that makes it official. We've got the guilty, man. We don't want any trouble. Look, you go back to the top and tell them that this is one sure way of getting trouble. They told us how to answer that one. I did my best. My best to break every one of the markers of Queensbury rules. I know I was fighting a losing fight, but I was fighting for a little time, and that's all I got. If this never stopped, then my head seemed to feel like a ping-pong ball in a forehanded game. Suddenly, things looked up. Me. Flat on my back in the snow, seeing stars. Then a boot chain fly toward my head, and switch to all the pretty lights. In just a minute, we'll bring you the second act of yours truly, Johnny Dollar. But first, we want to remind you that next Sunday night, CBS once more will bring you 10 great shows filled with great stars and complete with comedy, drama, and mystery. Betty Davis will make her first appearance on the Prudential Hour, co-starring with Ray Meland in a gripping story of a woman who has to bridge a lifetime in three short hours. Once more, you'll hear those 90 nonstop minutes of Mirth with Spike Jones, Jack Benny, and Amos and Andy in succession. There'll be more comedy, more drama, following rapidly. The adventures of Sam Spade, Lemon Abner, Helen Hayes, Eve Arden, life with Luigi, it pays to be ignorant. Staying tuned to CBS on Sunday nights guarantees you the greatest entertainment on the greatest listening night of all. These programs are regular Sunday night features on most of these same CBS stations. And of course, Jack Benny comes to you over them all. Now back to yours truly, Johnny Dollar. Continuing expense accounts submitted by Johnny Dollar to the Home Office, East Coast Underwriters, Terminal Building, Hartford, Connecticut. Expense account item five, medical supplies, bonded, seven dollars. Oh, and here's something I'll give you for free. A handy help for your regularly employed insurance investigators. When I find myself overwhelmed in a brawl with unknown assailants, cops included, I do my best to take away more than just bruises and contusions. During my career, I've picked more pockets than a rack boy in a pool room. And I added one more to the store during the brawl in front of the paracola house just before I went bye-bye in the snow. Hey, hey, Mr. Wakeup. Come on. Come on. Wake up. You'll catch your death and cold. Did you call a cab? Yeah. I think so. Holy smokes. Your face. Was you robbed? What's the matter? Isn't it there? Huh? Here. I'll give you a hand. Thanks. You smoke when I first seen you laying there, I thought you was a snowman tipped over. How do you feel, cold? Forever and more, I shall look kindly upon the headache in the deep freeze. Huh? Hey. Hey, what are you looking for? I'm looking for a wallet. Did you lose it? First, I found it. Then I lost it. Oh, oh, yeah. Here it is. Come on. Let's get out of here. Where to, Mr. Police headquarters? Over my dead body. Expense account, item six. Breakfast in bed, $2.40. Expense account, item seven. Photographic work, $6. For taking pictures of contents of wallet, I lifted from the police uniform the night before. Expense account, item eight, $0.70 cab fare to office of Edmund Byron, district attorney. Sorry to have kept you waiting, Bob. Good heavens, man, your face. Volonius assault? Yeah. Well, I got a flash for you, not by person or persons unknown. Splendid. You wish to prefer charges? Yeah, for all again, but not for Volonius assault, and none against the guys who gave me this going over last night. What are you talking about? You know what I'm talking about. There were a couple of your harness bulls, and I don't want you to waste any time denying it, so forget it. I don't have the slightest idea what this is all about, dollar. I said forget it. I want to talk about something more important. You're holding a hollen wolf for the power go off murder. Now, what I want to know is, when are you going to hand down your indictment and what it's going to be? First thing in the morning? First degree murder. Anything else you want to know before I have you thrown out of here? Yeah. How do I get mixed up in these rhubobs? Expense account, item 10, $0.05. A phone call to my partner in despair, Eric Barker, attorney for the defense. Who agreed to lend me a set of police photographs of the scene of the crime and the principles involved. Para-coff looked very dead. Marsha looked very frightened, and the accused, horned wolf looked very fat. The pictures of the scene of the crime indicated the shooting occurred with Para-coff and wolf standing face to face, and that all of the bullets had gone banging straight into the right side of Para-coff's body. I set up an appointment to meet Parker at three that afternoon and decided to make the most of the time in between by seeing what kind of a trade I could make on that wallet I picked up during the winter sports of the night before. The name in it was Ben Arnold, and the address was disreputable. I don't want any brushes. What a coincidence. I'm not selling any. What do you want? I'm looking for Ben Arnold. Who isn't? He promised me he'd be home by now. By this time, I should know better. Okay, I'll wait. Outside. Inside. Hey, wait a minute. Ben won't like this. Well, that makes it even. I don't like Ben. Look, I don't want any trouble. Okay, then don't make any trouble. But what do you want here anyway? Oh, let's just say I drop by for a unfriendly visit. If Ben finds you here, it'll get real unfriendly. I'm warning you. Get out of here. Think that face of yours marked up enough? Well, that mouse hanging under your eye isn't exactly a beauty mark. Ben really spreads his blessings, doesn't he? Hey. Ben really spread one blessing right there, right there close in front of me. There was a small room about the size of a large closet with a closed sprawl high and low, making the whole place look like a collapsed clothesline. And there, hanging on the back of the door was Ben Arnold's police uniform. My eyes popped out, pushed one of its shiny brass buttons and rang the bell. There, like little brass love that is on the brass. Here are the initials, C-P-D, and C-P-D were never the initials of the Benton Police Department. Thanks for saying me so quickly, Barker. Dollar, you are? Good lord, what happened to your face? A couple of police uniforms with overstuffed shoulders did this to me last night. Oh, there you are. I warned you. We're up against a ruthless bunch. Something should be done about it. Are you using the police force to beat up anybody who stands in their way? No, Barker. They were wearing uniforms, but they weren't police. What? Well, I'm afraid I don't follow you. Barker, can you give me one good reason for a Benton cop to be wearing an out of town uniform? And don't tell me they got mixed up with the cleaners out of town uniform. Yeah. Yeah, and here's another one. If the law enforcement set up here is so rotten, why would they go to all the trouble of dressing up an outsider to do their muscle work? Well, I don't know what I mean is, did they? Who else would do it? Certainly. Couldn't have been Marcia. Why not? The policy I'm interested in is the one that Parachoff, as president of that coal company, took out on Wolf's life because of his importance to the company. That kind of policy is taken out every day, but Marcia, as vice president of that coal company, is in line to collect on that policy if Wolf goes to the chair. But why should Wolf admit to the shooting? He has nothing to gain. There's life to lose. Now, look, Marcia told me that the night of the murder, she and Wolf's life to lose. She and Wolf were alone in the house, talking about the coal business. And then she didn't know what I meant when I used the words, "Butuminous," an anthracite. Whatever Marcia had on the fire that night was, Wolf, it wasn't coal. Yeah. Well, you were right about that. Marcia and Wolf were having some kind of romance. Okay. So let's say Marcia shot her husband. Let's say Wolf is madly in love with her. Let's say she promises Wolf that she will testify. She shot her husband in self-defense. Marcia gets away with murder, Wolf gets away with a light sentence and none at all, and then Wolf gets away with a girl. That makes sense. But what makes you think this is even possible? Marcia, somebody had me beat up last night. I say the prosecution wouldn't have bothered sending fake cops. So the question is, who would? It's one thing I really check and check fast. What's that? Those police photos you gave me show that Paracoff was shot by a left-handed shooter. And that's one of the prosecution's strongest points. Wolf was left-handed. Well, that doesn't prove that Marcia isn't. Parker, I'm going out and see Mrs. Paracoff. Mrs. Paracoff, and there's only one thing I really hope that she's left-handed. Ah. That she's wearing that same necklace she had on last night. Hello, Marcia, can I come in? All right, Johnny, what happened to your face? Oh, I didn't get down to the beauty parlor today. You look like you've been fighting. Uh-huh. Not too well, but wisely. Oh, well, come on in the other room. And how about throwing another log on the fire? You're a real little fire bug, aren't you? You should have lived back in old Nero's time. Who's time? Never mind. I'll tell you what. I'll build the fire if you like it. Well, I'd love to. Ah, you're getting a dry one from inside. Well, last night, you went all the way outside to get one that would burn for a long time. Oh, that was last night. You got some paper? I don't hear some. There we are. OK, hot point. Here's my letter. Touch it off. OK. There, that'll do it. Come on. Sit down over here. No, over here'll do. This chair is a perfect fit for me, which makes me think maybe the state of Ohio has a chair that's a perfect fit for you. What are you talking about? Well, if you want to play games, I'll read you the rules. You know, there's a big advantage in being on my side of investigation. Fellas in my racket have the benefit of a lot of experience. But murderers, well, almost everyone has inexperienced at that business. One moment they aren't murderers, the next moment they are. Johnny, please-- No, let's have a look at what's on my side. For instance, from the empty shell thrown off by an automatic pistol, the experts can get a better picture of a murder scene than they can from the witnesses. Your husband was killed by a gun that was held approximately 18 inches away and directly in front of him. And the bullet sounded the right half of his body. That means he was killed by someone who shoots left-handed. Harlan Wolf is left-handed. You can ask him, he'll tell you. I know that. And so are you. Anybody who likes a cigarette lighter with your left hand is left-handed, which makes you a good candidate. That doesn't prove anything. No? No, I guess it doesn't. But this chair I'm sitting in does. What do you mean? Last night you told me Wolf was sitting in it when your husband came home. And that statement makes you a liar. Look, I'm trained down to the point where my belt is ready to sue my hips for non-support. And I can just get into this thing. And Wells' Wolf's picture shows that he's got a beam like the Queen Mary. He wasn't in this chair, which makes me think. He wasn't even in this room when your husband was killed. All right. So I'm a liar. That doesn't mean I'm a killer. Marsha, investigators can make a lot of mistakes. But a murderer can only make one. And you've made a big one. I tell you, I'm no murderer. You've got to believe me, Johnny. I'll tell you everything. You're right. Harlan Wolf wasn't here. That's enough, Marsha. Shut up. Eric, what are we going to do? He knows. He'll keep quiet. Well, barter. The fences are in here, acting mighty offensive. We'll have to get rid of him, Eric. Just as soon as we get rid of something else. You've only got one thing on me, Ben Arnold's wallet. And I want that. Now, you're welcome to it, barter. But it might interest you to know that I've had its picture taken this morning. Your phony policeman's wallet and everything in it, and copies are in the mail right now. The insurance company won't have any trouble connecting you with a comedy cop who beat me up last night. You're bluffing. Well, there's something else I've got on your barter this morning when I was lying at bed, counting the bumps on my head. It suddenly occurred to me that you were the only one who knew where I was going last night. So you must have been the one who had me roughed up. It also does my heart good to see you standing there with that gun in your left hand, which makes you a candidate, too. Shoot him. Shoot him, Eric. You're a lawyer, barter. What's your legal opinion? Are you just an accessory after the fact or before the fact? Or are you the murderer? What are you waiting for? Shoot him. Tell him I tell you. Shut up, mushroom. Don't you understand? If you want, I will. Give me that gun. Marsha, look out. When Marsha made a rush to grab the gun from Barker, she got between me and the gun, and I dove in behind her. Arms straight out, picked her up, and heaved. Marsha went smashing into Barker, and I went in a frantic treasure hunt through that flailing mass of a snorting, angry bodies to find the head that held the gun. Believe me, it was no place for a lady, but Marsha was no lady. I grabbed deep in between them and pushed Barker's gun hand up under the go round. And just to make sure the rest was strictly a fist fight, damn, my trigger finger in over his and pumped all the shots went into the ceiling. When the plaster was falling, it was like another fight in the snow. But this time, Johnny Dalek came up heads instead of tails. Eric, Eric, Eric, Eric! Come on, Barker. Up you come. Ah, ah, ah, ah, down you go! [GRUNTING] All right, that's right. All right, and I first met you last night. I asked you please the same, but yes, for later. I'm going to ask you a few little questions. If I'm right, let's hear it. One, did you kill your husbands? OK, two, did Eric Barker shoot your husband? Did you kill Harlan Wolf? Tell him you did it, and talk him into taking this rap for you? It was all Eric's idea. He said we'd get rid of my husband and Wolf, and-- I didn't collect their insurance. Marcia, there's just one more question. Are you, or aren't you, going to call the district attorney and invite him over here? Yes. [MUSIC PLAYING] Defense Account, item 11, $12.40. That was lunch for the district attorney, who also turned out to be left handed, and a very nice guy to boot. We're not in common. It was the first case either one of us that ever worked on where the defense had been working harder than the state to bring in the conviction. Also, it was the first case where everybody on both sides turned out to be guilty. Defense attorney Eric Barker of murder, his girlfriend Marcia Paracoff of being an accessory before and after the fact, and Harlan Wolf of conspiracy to do it broad. Now, one of the nation's jails are getting overcrowded. [MUSIC PLAYING] Expense Account, item 12, $700. Side trip to Miami, Florida. Purpose, uh-- [COUGHING] Purpose to recover from catching 40 winks, and a miserable cold in Benton, Ohio, snowbank. Hey, Johnny, come on in. The water's fine. Expense Account, total $1230.20, signed yours truly. Johnny Dollar. [MUSIC PLAYING] Now, a word about a special CBS broadcast this Sunday. You'll find it a story that grips you for a full 60 minutes on the air. A startling drama of a young reporter who finds that his assignment comes too close to home. A revelation of disturbing facts about our mental hospitals, based on actual documented reports and six months of intensive study and preparation. 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