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Visitor from Hades - Lights Out | 07/13/1943 (Ep041)

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Duration:: 20m
Broadcast on:: 15 Sep 2024
Audio Format:: mp3

A man and a woman in a Bronx apartment, and an evening you may never forget with the visitor from Hades. Lights out everybody. It is later than you think. So all right, shut the window. A little quiet will have. Want me to suffocate? Suffocate? Forty-two years now, I've lived in the Bronx. Do I look like I suffocate? Oh, come on, Dora. Be nice. Go ahead, quiet, and we'll talk. Yeah, better, better. So come, sit down, Dora. Come on, sit and we'll talk. I don't know if I want to talk about it anymore. Now don't talk like something without a head, if I shouldn't you talk. You could breathe. I'm sick of it. So if you're sick inside, God forbid you see a doctor. If you're sick in the head, you talk to me. Who's better, you should talk to than your own mother. Even if only by marriage. It makes me sick. No, you're telling me it makes you sick? Listen, Dora. For 30 years, Sam's papa made me so sick, even to look at him, I used to close my eyes like you close from a piece of day flies in your eyes. He's good-looking enough, and, uh, Washington. And not even Washington by the president, Washington, Washington, yes, or anyway, too. A traveler and a family. Not with me, you won't. Not with himself, either. Now, believe me. It's up to you, Dora. Fighting. Fighting all the time. If you knew I was sick, I was of it. So bad at fighting and getting what you want, believe me. Uh, the door. Yes, I heard. Look, if it's Sam. Sam, a ten after four. Yeah, I am in a bank president. Uh, Mr. Lina Hurry, whoever it is, just the superintendent. And he takes the light in the bathroom. All right, all right. Sam? Dora? Is it Sam? Yes, Ma. It's Sam. Oh, it's Sam. Now, Sam, don't start anything. Well, what should he start with his own mama he should start? Ma, I thought I asked you to stay away from Dora when I'm not here. Sam, I tell you, don't start that again. Mama, answer me. Didn't I ask you to stay away? Mama's who I'm welcome by their daughter's marriage I've heard of, but an own son. Don't get melodramatic, Ma. All I'm asking is that you don't see Dora when I'm not around. We had that understanding. Sam, you stop. Why should I stop? All right, all right. So, both stop. I got a home. I'll go. Oh, Ma, for Pete's sake, why can't you talk to me? No, I don't want to talk. I don't want to sing. Oh, goodbye. I talked to you tomorrow, darling. All right. And don't forget that I told you. New York is good enough. Of course, mother. Goodbye. Goodbye. New York's good enough for what? For you. So she has been at it again. Dora, why won't you listen to me? She isn't right for you, my ma. Maybe I haven't heard that one. Then hear it again because it's true. All her life, everything she's done's been wrong. My pie was a swell guy, but she ruined him and his business. The way she's trying to ruin you and me. Your little boy's getting excited. Listen, she ran him and his life. What he should do. Not do. She breathed for him and pretty soon he was glad to die. Believe me, glad to die. Stop yelling at me. The neighbors here, you all right. Half was loud enough. Together with the neighbors, they don't have to stand ten hours a day in that sweatshop. I do. If you had good attacks, you wouldn't have to work for other people. You'd have a place for yourself. I'd have a place for myself. You'd stop spending every nickel a week before I make it. I got to write a lube. Have fun, ain't I? Can I help when I'm married? A dumb jerk can make a diesel living? Don't say those things. I warned you. I said them yesterday. I'll say them now. I'll say them again. You're a jerk. Don't stop it! You're a fake empty head and jerk. Stop it, I tell you. You're not right. She's always right. The only way to feed a jerk like you is to spend every second. Have dirt, tell me. Say you're gonna keep on. Tell you, Dora. You're a jerk. A jerk. A jerk. Stop it. A jerk like your power. Don't say that, my power. Don't say that, my power. Dora, stop it. I've not had a jerk who never reminded me of my power. All right, I'll stop you. A jerk. A jerk. A jerk. Stop it. No. Save him. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. Don't. Don't. Don't. Don't. Don't. Don't. Don't. I didn't mean to stop looking at me like that. I didn't know what I was. But my hands, don't blame me. Blame yourself. My power. The things you said, you wouldn't have said that if you knew him, he was good. His face was a little thin, quiet, and when my mod started in on him for nothing. For nothing, I tell you. His eyes were like a dog. You kick. That's why I wouldn't stand your say in those things. Not about my power. What'd you say about me? All right. I'm used to. First my mother used to. Now you. But not about him. You understand? Not about him. Well, don't stand there holding your neck. Look at that. Let me say something. I hate you. All right. And I hate you so much. I could kill you. And I use. Window. A dining room. So cares. But a window broke into here. Well, I'll break up the house. Oh, Sam. Oh, I'll go myself. Oh, kid. I told the superintendent he'd mark the street. If he takes all things with a glass, he's got the. Sam. Sam. Sam. Sam. Come here. What's the matter? What's the matter with you? What? Sam. Look. What? Oh, no. Sam. Sam. Sam. Sam. Sam. Sam. Sam. Sam. Sam. Sam. Stop saying my name like that. Over and over for the last five minutes. Why do you do that? Well, they don't know. I don't. They can go away. They can go away, Sam. Yeah. Yeah. My flat. You. What do you want here? Who are you? Get out of here. I'm getting out of here. I'm getting out of here. I'm getting out of here. No, don't wait. No, no. Let go of me. I'm getting out of here. Don't stop. Get your seats. Get them up. Come on. Sam, are you sitting down in front of the door? If I could scream, I'm afraid. The police, Sam, call the police. Yeah, the police. Don't call. No. Go around. Can I? Don't stand there to tell them. If you stop, try. You've got to. Right. You're right, but go inside of me. I feel so dizzy. There's another couple of steps. His eyes. What's so fun? Quick. Quick. I'm afraid. I'm afraid. Oh. Okay. Yes. Quick. I'm afraid. Hey, no. I'm afraid. Tell her, Sam. I'm afraid. I'm afraid. The police get me to please quick. Some came in our house. It was something. Sam. He's getting up again. Please, I'm afraid. The police. Hang up. The police. Hang up, Sam. We don't like it. Sam. They're crazy. They're embarrassing out of my hand. Don't like it. Look. Oh, Sam. Don't let him. It's all right. Just can't be quiet. Squad car. Get here. Couple of minutes. Oh, Sam. Why can't we bake a window? Get the neighbors in. We won't be alone. They won't be scared. They'll get him. Please. Sam. I can't. My throat. They'll go. They'll go. Come in. Come in quick. You say I can come in? All right, I'm in. Sam is superintendents, kid. Oh. Hey, something's in there? Get out of here. Quick. Don't stand there. Get out of here. Quick. You said I could come in. Go. Do it. I can't. Go quick before me. Dora. Wait. Let me talk to her. I got you. Oh, what's with me? With you two. Look at me as if I'm with something. I'm going to do something. Harley. Tell me. Keep your voice down. Why did you come here? Why did you come in here? Why not first? Sure I did. No, no, no, no. Why did you come up here? Well, my par was busy. He told me to come up and tell you he called the plumbers. And they said they'd be over as soon as the agent okayed the job. So my par said to Ted. No, no, no. Wait. That doesn't matter. What I want to know is why-- Sam. He's watching her now. She ain't Mr. Crock. She's looking right at him. Mr. Crock. What's the matter? Can't you see? No, I don't. Oh gosh. You do see. I'll say I do. She will call me sore. What are you talking about? I'd call. He'd be sore. That busted window. Winner. He says it's bad. Not the extra work he's got to do around you without climbing around putting in windows. The kids break. Don't you see? Sure I see. Gosh, you think I'm a dope or something? Well, I'll go down and tell my par. Oh, wait a minute. Well. How could the kids break a window up here in your flat? I'm used to fifth floor. Sam, tell her. Tell her. Hey, take it. Easy, Mrs. Crock. You don't have to tell me. So you had to fight and broke the glass. Say that happens in the best regulator families. Don't say I told you, but last week, you know, Mr. Bannerman, who the drug is selling for, he threw a lamp at Mrs. Bannerman, and he butts it. Get out. Don't say what you got. Get out. I tell you. Go on out. Right away. You have to yell me. Now you'll pay for that when I believe me. I'll tell my par. Sam, he could have helped us. You flew her out. Why? He could have helped us. He could have. He let her in. Stop it. If you don't let me tell her, she could call the neighbors. Stop it. I tell her. Stop it. He gets restless when you talk so loud. Sam, why didn't you let her help us? They couldn't help us. They couldn't help us. Don't you understand? He was looking at her all the time, and she was there my way of sitting, and yet she didn't see him. You don't know what I'm thinking. Maybe, maybe no one can see him. But you and me. Just a minute, Mr. Crock, or whatever your name is, let's get this straight. You never put in a call, officer. I tell you. Look around you. Oh, are you starting that line again? Mrs. Crock, why don't you tell me what's up? My wife has nothing to say. I'm asking her, fella. So you had a little fight with him, huh, lady? Then you got a little rough. You picked up the telephone. You hollered for the police. Is that it, lady? All right, now there's something screwy going on up here. I don't know what it is, but I'm waiting for you to tell me. Come on, Crock, it's in your face. Out with it. You don't see anything. I see plenty. You and your wife sit in here staring at nothing. Nothing. Please, please, please. Listen, I'm listening. I doubt your gun. Shoot him. Kill him. Who? They're in back of you. Grant! Dora, I beg you. Mr. What is he talking about? In back of your look. Why don't you look? Nobody in back of me, lady. I told you, Dora. I told her what, Crock. What is this? I told you. I told you. Why don't you listen to me? There. Sitting there staring at me. As you. Get him out of here. Oh, that's it. You see him. You do. Sammy, feel him. You'll help him. He will, he will. He will, Sergeant. He will. Sure. Why not? Get a doctor over here from Bellevue in a couple hours. We'll take it easy, lady. Nobody's going to hurt you. Do you think that she's crazy? Sure. And I might have guessed it. I'll be back in a couple hours. No. No, I'm not crazy. Listen to me. He's sitting there watching me, watching Sam. I'm not crazy. I'm telling you too. It's true. Oh, why won't you listen? Why won't you listen? Sam. What? What time is it? About six, I think. Getting so dark. Maybe. Maybe. If we could turn off the lights, he'd be gone. Yeah. Comes from the dark. Sam. What? What time is it? About six, I think. Getting so dark. Maybe. Maybe. If we could turn off the lights, he'd be gone. Yeah. Comes from the dark. He can't stand the light. I've got to get to the light switch. I've got to. No, don't. Don't do it, Sam. Don't. Sam, don't. If he touches you, I've got to. Floor lamp. What? Floor lamp behind us. If I backed up to it, grab the switch before we hear it. Just keep looking at it. I got it. Oh, Sam. The light. No. Still there. Dora. What? Dora. Who is he? Is he laughing at us? Are you sleeping? No, Sam. Bad your eyes shut. Must be almost six. Let's get light. No, Sam. No, Sam. No, Sam. No, Sam. Bad your eyes shut. Must be almost six. Let's get light. No, Sam. No, Sam. No, Sam. No, Sam. Bad your eyes shut. No, Sam. No, Sam. No, Sam. No, Sam. No, Sam. I was right. I would have stayed up all night since I was a kid. Yeah. I was 12 when to see what dawn was like so I stayed up. Sam. Huh? Sam. I figured something out. Figure. For hours I've been thinking. Something about his face. Well. His mouth. It's just like yours. No, I'm all right, Sam. I told you. I've just been watching and thinking. Mouth. Just like yours. It's just like yours. Don't say anything. Just look. Well. His eyes. Huh? I never noticed. But. His eyes. Like yours. When you're crazy man. Look at his eyes. Dora, am I right? I don't know. All I know is his mouth. When you choke me the thought. You're teeth. Were they? Yes. Dora. What? The white. The white light shines. The left side of his face. Huh? You. What? Yeah, when you scream at me. Yes, you can't type like a skull. Dora, that side looks like you. Sam. I swear. No, Sam. Like you. What? What are you? The other side of his face. All night I've been trying to figure. Sam, it is like you. Pardon? You. Pardon? Me. Yes. No. No, it can't be. It is insane. It's crazy. It can't be. It can't be. I'm going to think. I tell you it is real. Sam, what are you feeling? It isn't real. When it's sitting there. You're not afraid at all? No. I don't think I am. Why? That thing. Just the worst of you. And the worst of me. Huh? Oh, Sam, I'm so tired. Maybe I can't talk straight, but. That thing. Part you when you wanted to kill me and bark me when I wanted to do that. Don't you see? I think I do. He's getting up. Yes. Look at me. Sam, I'm getting a little afraid again. I'll almost have quickly before anything happens. Tell me why you've hated me so much. Why? Tell me quick. Well, the last year I worked so hard it wasn't enough for you. Never enough. I couldn't figure out why except you hated me. Why did you do it? I didn't. I only. Yes, I did watch it and I said. I hated you ever since that night you're live. You have to remember. You ought to remember. A kid you said. Not me. Not in this lousy world. Fill the house with anything you want, but no kids never. So that was it. That was it. Why didn't you talk? Talk. Don't you know yet? All my life but the things I really feel. I can't. I talk about them inside me. I cry. I hate. Tell her. The things I really feel. I can't. I talk about them inside me. I cry. I hate. Tell her. Sam. Gone. Yes. How can it be? God. Can't go deep. Yes, yes, I will. Excuse me, Mr. Crock. I'm bothering you so early but I saw the light under the floor there and I heard you talking. What is it? It's a container. Well, nothing except I was wondering. Last night my girl, you know, Arlene, she came downstairs with all kinds of crazy talk about you and the missus. You know how kids are. I was wondering. Well, somebody said cops came in the building last night about nine or ten o'clock and I can't figure out where they went. Did they come in here? I mean, well, I mean, did anything happen here last night? Oh, Mrs. Crock, I didn't see you standing there. Well, did anything happen here last night? Last night? Yeah. Anything happened? No, nothing. Oh. Oh, well, excuse me. No, wait. Wait, Superintendent. Huh? Wait. There is something. Huh? There's a couple of windows to be fixed. [♪♪♪] [♪♪♪] [♪♪♪] (water splashing)