Yours Truly Johnny Dollar Radio

Johnny Dollar - The Village Scene

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Duration:: 31m
Broadcast on:: 22 Jun 2024
Audio Format:: mp3

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The following is an accounting of my expenditures during investigation of a missing masterpiece, an investigation that took place in Boston, but turned out to be no tea party. Expense account, item 1, $8, mileage, Harper 2, Beantown on the Charles, First Stop, the Mordan Art Gallery, a modest made-over bound stone, and a modest business neighborhood. Good afternoon. Oh, hello. Is this Andre Modan here? My name is Daller, I'm from the insurance company, he sent me up to see what I could do for you on last night's set. Oh, that's such good news. Father has been beside himself, I know he'll be so relieved to shoot here. Well, let's see. According to my worksheet, the painting was owned by Mr. Riddo, huh? Caesar Riddo? Yes, he's an acquaintance of ours. He's not what you'd call the artist, I mean, but he's interested in good oils, and he's a nice collection of Master. Was this village seen on loan to the gallery, or did Mr. Riddo want to sell it? It was a loan, and I thought makes it so terrible for Father, and for me, too, he didn't want to accept the loan, and I talked him into it, you see, it's been very difficult for Father, and I thought that hanging an important picture in the gallery would be people in, and it did for three days, but oh, Father, this is Mr. Dollar, he's here to help us, he was sent by the company that he showed village things. But, bless you, bless you, I am so happy you are here. I hope I can help, Mr. Modan. You police, I know they do their work well, but they are so stern and friendly to them who is pure to work, and really seeing what is that stolen broom would annoy them so much. I don't let their attitude fool you, Mr. Modan. I'm sure they do anything they can, Father. Yeah. Mr. Modan, I understand that nothing else was touched. Yeah. What is anything next to me at this brother? It was the only master in the gallery, then, huh? I'd like to see where it was hanging. Yeah, of course. This door. The rest, sir. All right. Yes, sir. All right? Yes, sir. How is it? Great, Mr. Dollar. I feel I must explain the importance to me personally. Is that all right? Sure, if you think it'll help, go right ahead. Mr. Dollar, if we do not find the canvas, my gallery is gone, everything, all my years are for nothing. Why do you say that? Because of that man, Rito, there is a hate between us. We have not expressed it, but it is there, because, well, you have met my daughter. You realize her great beauty. I have tried to protect her from this man, and now I am on my knees to him because of my canvas. I wouldn't give up if I were you. We haven't even started on this case yet. If we fail, I will take her away from Boston, start all over again. You come this way, in this gallery, you see my life, Mr. Dollar. Many of these canvases I bring with me from Southville, when I leave, before the Angeles. Here, here under that light is where the little sea must hang. I have hung nothing more yet. Force this window, eh? You see, it looks on the back of the property. Do you see something? No. I was just wondering what I'd do with the picture, if I'd stolen it. Who could I sell it to? We'll be willing to take a chance on displaying it. Oh, I'm afraid there's great many unscrupulous collectors in the world, there's much trade and stolen goods, and again, sometimes great masterpieces are held for ransom. For that reason, I have offered a reward of $5,000 myself. Hey, that's pretty steep for you, isn't it? What about Riddle? Riddle, what cares Riddle to him to come, this is nothing. I wish he was right. Well, I think I've seen everything I want to see here. I'm going to check in with the police, Mr. Modana. I'll let you know when we turn something up. Well, I'd like to talk with whoever's working on the Modan burglary officer, here's my ID. Insurance, huh? What'd you say the beef was? One may you, D-A-N, Andrea Modan, stolen painting, call came in this morning. Modan? Oh, yeah, here it is, that would be, eh, estimated value, $250,000. Yeah, a picture? Yeah, I'll bet you the artist was lucky if he got a month's rent out of it. The place has gone up a hundred grand every century, he's been dead. Oh, one of them old timers, you're going to have them, I don't understand them. You're a man of Sergeant Heinz, do that door, first office to the left. I'll buzz him, you're on the way. Thanks. Yeah, come on in. Oh, yeah, come on in, see you came up in the Modan thing, huh? Yeah, that's right, I wanted to check in with him, find out how much I can do before you pull your rank, ah, cut it out, all right, I run into some touchy policemen. Not yet. Well, look at my hat off that chair. Sit down. All right. You get a free hand as far as I'm concerned, dollar, you're not supposed to see the old man yet? Or then? Yeah. Say, yeah, what kind of a make did you get at the gallery? No, it's a special typical window job, every crowbar, no signs worth anything outside. The old boy'll enter story in the papers about the picture coming to his gallery so it's a little tough to narrow the suspects. This guy owns it, he's a redo, I've heard of him, have I? A lot of people have, made his pile during the war, it was called a black mark, but nobody could pin anything on him. Then last year he was up before the Senate investigation committee, something about buying contracts. Danny came home. What are you looking for, dollar? Fraud charges? Well, let's be realistic, they may be easier to find than the paintings. I've worked a few of these things, you know, the usual method is to get the cameras out of the frame with a razor blade while it's still hanging rolled up, it's easy to conceal. And this job, it went frame and old, and that's what I got, but I'm thinking the other way. I got details, I was looking for that frame, I can dream, can I? It's faster my way. And I got tickets for South Pacific for three weeks after Easter. I did some spade work on Caesar Riddo that afternoon before I went to his address. His current position was that of wholesale liquor distributor for a number of distillers that managed to keep their prices high and their quality low. His financial condition was healthy, but you don't have to be broke to be able to use $250,000. I found Riddo's residence halfway up the shady side of Beacon Hill. He hadn't made the top, but he was climbing. It was a coat of arms on the wrought iron gate and the butler, complete with cummerbund inside the front entrance. But the class stopped there. Charles, if that's that clown from the dress up, give him the knee. When I get through with him, you can shovel him out. It's a gentleman to see Mr. Ritto, madam. Oh, come finish the silver, I'll talk to him. Yes, madam. Hello, my name is Dalla. That's very clever, but it doesn't help. Could you be the sick friend he's been sitting up with lately? The insurance company told her I was coming up when he reported the theft of his painting. Ah, Riddo's folly, huh? You, Mrs. Ritto? Not yet, I'm holding out to be a June bride. Come on in the barn, Mr. Dalla. You and me are interested in the same situation. My name is Lily Swanson. I don't know anything about all right, but I got a few ideas about who's supposed to be a model and there's a sap you want to drink? No, thanks. Don't let me stop you. I have one here, someone. I don't hear you. How old did you meet the museum, please? You mean, Teresa and all that? Yeah, I know. If you want to make a quick buck take out a policy on her life, I mean, she's poisoned her life. It's hard to believe. What do you mean by that? I was just looking at you. You don't have anything to worry about. I'm sure you heard sometimes beauty is only skin deep. I want to tell you about Cesar Ritto. He's a climber. I've been good enough for him for a long time, but now he wants to be climber. Doing specialties in burrow-esque houses, that's one thing you don't develop. Maybe, maybe I'd better have that drink. Don't get me wrong, I'm not building up to a shop store. It's just like him waking up one morning with a big interest in our eyes and money enough to carry it off. The right people were impressed. Now he wants that name and he's willing to gamble a few hundred thousand if it'll help. That's why he put that picture in that fire trap. What do you think it is now? What should I know? What point is he doesn't care where it is. He's protected. Another point is that I'm getting paid to care a lot where it is. But I can't help you there. But he's got to be taught that he can't walk over people without getting hurt himself. I'm afraid I can't help you there. Then that's James, Teresa. You think she's worth it, tell her. He's not good enough for us. She'll get hurt. He's got no more feeling for her than he has for a new suit. He'll wear her for a while. I want to get bored. He'll go shopping for a new pattern. If she's a nice kid, she ought to be told. That's quite a mess, Lily. Caesar. I don't mind strangers hearing things like that, but the servants might have been listening. Discipline, you know. I don't care. What do I write my name was? You are the rottenest mess I've ever known, and I've known a few. Go fix your face. Sure. I'm the way I might as well fix yours. I, uh, I didn't hear enough of it to find out who you are. Name is Dollar Insurance Company. Oh, yeah. Tell me you made any progress. Yeah, general progress. I learned that they state bonding and liability hired an investigator on the wrong end of this case. They should have looked you over before they issued the policy. With any kind of big company, you can depend on about 90% of that all the time. Rush things when the money's coming in, then be careful when it's too late. Tell me, what about my picture? Well, I don't think a nice honesty has it. Why do you say that? A number of reasons. It's too hot to steal. The way it was stolen. Well, what do you think happened? You're too big to be accused on a hunch. Wait, I'll get some facts. Then I'll talk to you about it. Right now, I want to talk about a clause in your policy that says you shouldn't move the insured property without first notifying the company. Yeah, that's what big companies again. They're so tied up with procedures and rules that get themselves hamstrung if they try to build a case on them. I'll find you some words in that thing that'll nullify that clause. Don't you think I can't? I was afraid to say that. You know, you've got a good head, Mr. Ritto. Yeah. You gotta say nothing of being a rotten masher. I don't see any reason to waste any more of each other's time to you. You stay for a drink? Oh no, no thanks, I very seldom drink on the job. I parked my car in an alley around the corner and then went back. I found a spot opposite the Ritto place where I wouldn't be obvious and settled down to wait for him to leave. I hoped I had planted enough doubt in his mind to make him move if he was implicated. Whatever I had planted grew slowly because I waited a long, cold time. I fell and I drove closer to the house. Finally, the door opened and Ritto moved the blue blacks sedan out of his garage. By the time I got my car started, a coupe pulled out of the driveway. In it, I spotted the blond head of the lady's scorn, Lily Swanson. I followed her. After a few blasts, it was evident that her destination was the modern gallery. I had pulled up at the rear of the building. I could see a dim light burning on the ground floor. I started toward a window. Before I got to it, it happened to another one. It was a woman's screen, but when I finally got inside, the only person there was Cesar Ritto. He was still alive. There's stupidity of shock on his face. As he leaned against the wall under a light that had once shown up the best features of Pieta Broigal's village scene. In just a moment, we will return to the second act of yours truly, Johnny Dollar. But first, Wednesday nights on CBS bring you Groucho Marx, Bing Cause B and Burns and Allen. An hour and a half of radio's top entertainment for the whole family. Bing Cause B, Burns and Allen, and Groucho Marx are heard in most of the same CBS stations. So make this wonderful Wednesday a steady date with CBS. And now with our star, Edmund O'Brien, we return to the second act of yours truly, Johnny Dollar. So there I was. I'd been sent to Boston to find the missing village scene and found myself at the scene of attempted murder. Cesar Ritto had taken two slugs, one in his left shoulder and a grazing one on his right forearm. I phoned for police and ambulance, then did what I could to make Ritto comfortable. I turned up the thermostat, covered him with my coat. Who did it, Doc? That's the question I was going to ask you. Don't you know much of an oxide? That's right. Through the open window there. Why'd you come down here? I forgot my hat. Look, you're in no shape to try being clever. You met Theresa. Let me along. I don't know how your stolen painting figures in it is. Leave me alone. Let me look. I met Theresa. This is where we meet. What about the painting? It was stolen. I don't feel good at all. I don't feel good at all. I don't want to talk. I feel like I'm going to pass out. And he did. After the ambulance took him away, I made a statement to the police that was not forced. But lacked enough truth to save a few people from being dragged in for questioning. I headed for the Blonde member of that group. Oh, it's you. What do you want? I used up all I had earlier. Yeah, but we got new things to talk about. Such as? The police might want more from me on that art gallery shooting. Is he dead? No. Did you know I was there when you were just guessing? I wasn't guessing. I followed you from here. All right, folks. Better enjoy a drink. Come on. All right. Up yourself. He said the police were there. Yeah, I had a call on them. I didn't mention you're being there. Why not? Because I wanted to get to you before they hold you in. I didn't shoot them. I followed them there, but I didn't shoot them. Somebody did. There were two women there and me, and I didn't do it. Why did you follow them? Because I heard him form that character and tell it a million. I wanted to find out what was going on, but I didn't. I changed my mind. I didn't even stop. I'm afraid I might do something crazy if I saw them together. I'd like to believe you. It's the truth. Maybe. I hope it is because I'd like the link to shooting up with a painting. If I can, you're going to be in bad trouble. You're pretty smart, aren't you? Things just worked out this way. You think Caesar did something with that painting for the insurance money, and you want me to help you prove it to save my own skin? No, gorgeous. No, to save the company, 250 grand. You'll never die of softening of a heart, will you? All right, what can you say? I want to hear everything you know about this deal, and while you're telling me, I want you to help me go through this house from Cupola to Basement. This time, I believed her story, but there still wasn't anything in it to help me. The search of the house paid off the same way. No painting, no leads, nothing. At 11 p.m. I left, looked up the Modan home address, and see it as the other point of the triangle in her den. It's terrible, ladies. It's about 11. You father here? He's upstairs in the studio. Wouldn't tomorrow morning be better? Maybe for you, but not for me. I don't want to give you all that time to get your story straight. I don't, honey. Why do you need redo at the gallery tonight? Don't say that any of you are a fair. A girl has a right to meet her fiance when and where she is. I'm saying? Yeah, to the marriage, as soon as possible. You were with him when he was shot. Why did you leave her? Because I was terrified. Caesar told me to go. He thought she was trying to kill me. Did he say it was little here? Is this your idea? Of course it was she. Who would it be? Mr. Dollar, this situation is unpleasant enough without this insinuation from you that I don't even understand. It means nothing to you. It doesn't matter for the police. You have no idea how to meddle in our lives. You are sent here to look for village scenes. That's what I'm doing. Why are you marrying that self-styled dictator? Because I love him. And I won't stay down. Nobody but Caesar Riddle could love Caesar Riddle. Right. It's because I'm tired of being a poor man's daughter. I want to get away. I finally decided what I want out of marriage, but he can do more. He's going to be a big man of everyone. And I'm going to be his wife. I'm sorry I heard that, Mr. Dollar. Sorry I have to be your father. I need up my mind. Go to bed. Go to bed with those words in my ear. My father, what has happened, what has happened, what has happened to you? Be quiet, father. Be quiet, father. He will not be poor, all these don't. Don't talk to me. How can this be? He said to me she is no longer a terrible son. I didn't sleep too well that night. An all night car line that ran past my hotel didn't help. Neither did the questions that were running around in my head. But what grew in importance was the realization that the lives of everyone who had come in contact with village seen had been emotionally upset since I'd arrived in Boston. That is all that Caesar Riddle would only have been shot. My half-conscious musings didn't move me forward any, but the phone called it away from me dead. Hello. Thomas? Yeah, who is it? Sergeant Heinz, Gregory. Oh, how are you, Sergeant? Let's move. That's wrong, in case you're dreaming about it won't work. Hey, come on. It's too early for that kind of stuff. Harry, couldn't resist it. The picture's been returned. What? The old man walked in to know what a reach we called us. It was returned for the reward he posted. Have you seen it? No, but if he's not worried, I'm not. I've got a lot of mother burglaries. Okay, thanks for calling. I'll go right out there. It sounded good until I got halfway to the gallery. Then things began to destiny. A, the painting had been stolen in the frame. B, Mordan hadn't mentioned being an artist yet he'd been working in his studio the night before. C, Caesar Riddle knew nothing about art collected as an affectation. And D, Mordan had been the only one to post a reward. $5,000 offered by a poor man. Then it hit me. He knew he wouldn't have to pay it. He'd posted the reward to divert suspicion. My hunch was that he had put the picture on ice himself. When I got to Mordan's gallery, the copy Mordan had made a village scene was there. But also hanging next to it was the original. You are surprised, Mr. Guller. Yeah, doubly, Mr. Mordan. My copy is quite excellent. Do you agree? I'm not an expert, Mordan. It seems very good, I think, and I am pretty good at it. The most important work of my career, work of love for the rest, sir. Yeah, I understand. She was an ambitious girl, always. That is not the fault. She is like a mother born for good things. I could not give them to her. Caesar Riddle could. He's soon coming for his canvas. Oh, no crime has been committed, except theoretically. You copied the original meant to sell it, but you didn't. Maybe Riddle won't press charges. But that's not. When he came the first time into our life, I knew. So he looked at her, I knew he wanted to take her away from me, then he gives more expensive each one money to buy it. You should understand, Mr. Guller. This copy is a work of hate, too. You don't have to tell me these things. Why don't we wait until he gets here and see what he's going to do? Yeah, we wait. But I must say these things that are in my heart. To attempt a copy was wrong, and it was not wrong. To Riddle, Braga, really seemed, was nothing. He was blind. I hoped with the money I could hold there. I waited too long. I wished too late, taken her from me with his money. Come on, Ms. Modan. I didn't get better than that. No, no, listen. Listen, here. He has come. I must be strong. Show him. He is no bigger than I. Come on, hold down, hold down. Dollars. Eh, eh. Except for a little blood, everything turned out just like it should. The insurance company will be happy. Hey, this is my daughter. Why? She's in the car. She thought it would be better if she didn't come in. Yeah, perhaps she is right. Oh, come on, come on, pop. I'll take good care of her. Come on, you, you just give me my picture and we can forget it. Hey, wait a minute, what is this tool? Yeah, two of them. What the hell are you, Modan? What is the matter? In all my letters, be no shame until now. Here, you see on the wall, deceit. For that I am ashamed. Now, wait a minute, we can still forget it. And in your car waiting for you, my daughter. For her, I feel the greatest shame. I give her my precious. Modan, wait a minute. Hey, I know, I don't. See, see, see. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Drop the gun to the floor. Go over to that chair and sit down. I could do nothing else. No, it is finished. nothing else. No, it is finished. Mr. Daller. In father killed him. He thought he was doing it for you. No, no, no. He's sorry. Come on, put yourself together. He then knew my father had made a copy and that he was going to kill this region. But he didn't care. As long as I married him, he would have done anything to father. And now I see those kids. My father is a murder. There wasn't much left for me to do and Boston, I made the statement that caused Andrea Modan to be booked for murder. The father who didn't know when to stop protecting his daughter. I paid a farewell visit to Teresa. The daughter who had put her father where he was by trying to help him. And I mentioned to Sergeant Heinz that if he cared, it had to be Lily Swanson who had thrown those wild shots into the riddle at the gallery. Spence account item two, eight dollars return trip to Hartford. Expense account total, sixty eight dollars and thirty cents. And I want to go on record right now as saying that the next time anybody sends me out after a masterpiece, my expense account is going to be a masterpiece of overstatement. Yours truly, Johnny Daller. Yours truly, Johnny Daller stars Edmund O'Brien in the title role and was written by Gil Dowd and Paul Dudley with music composed and conducted by Leet Stevens. Edmund O'Brien can currently be seen starring in the Harry M. Popkin United Artists production, D.O.A. Featured in our cast were Charles McGraw, Walter Burke, Lillian Bia, Robert Griffin, James Nusser, Joan Banks and Tyler McVay. Yours truly, Johnny Daller is produced and directed by Jaime Delvi. Join us again next week when from Hollywood, Edmund O'Brien returns in another transcribed adventure of Yours Truly, Johnny Daller. There's a man with a little black bag, turns up on most of these CBS stations every Wednesday night. And out of it comes some of the most lighthearted and most moving stories on the air, the man, Wyatt Dr. Christian of course. And tomorrow night's the night for another of his famous visits. Be sure to hear Dr. Christian starring Jean Herschel as the beloved small town physician every Wednesday night. Now stay tuned for the adventures of Philip Marlow, which follows immediately on most of these same CBS stations. This is CBS where Wednesday night is Bing Crosby night, the Columbia Broadcasting System. 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