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Good evening.

This object which looks like a gentleman,

who innocently wandered into a red cross bandaging class,

is a mummy. This particular one is an egyptian pharaoh,

and was buried with all his wives.

A rather extreme example of togetherness.

A few of his more progressive colleagues,

subscribed to this custom. But with a difference,

they buried their wives first, promising to follow at their earliest convenience.

Appropriately enough the title of tonight's theater piece is,

Museum Piece. First however we have an item with no title,

but perhaps after watching it,

you can think of a name to call it.

As near as we can tell this skull belonged to a,

civilization here in the southwest that we call proto-pueblo.

Now, one of its marks as you see is a flattening of the head,

at the rear caused by strapping the baby onto a cradleboard,

before the skull was completely calcified.

Let's compare him with a modern male caucasian.

You see his head is not flattened in the back at all.

This is essentially a present-day american very much like you and I.

Grim thought isn't it?

Well that concludes the tour ladies and gentlemen,

it's about time to close anyway.

-You're welcome. -Thank you very much.

Come again we're getting in new things all the time.

-Excellent. -Good day. -Thank you very much.

-Good day. -Thank you thank you for coming.

-Don't let me keep you. -Not at all. -I really need a minute.

-Take your time. -These knives, fascinate.

-Obsidian aren't they? -That's right, purely utilitarian.

For skinning hides, fleshing hides so on that kind of thing.

But made by a totally different man.

This man was down to earth practical, but this fella was sensitive.

-An artist. -But the two men are about a thousand years apart in time.

That's no different.

I haven't changed.

In my field we tried to diagnose the psyche of ancient man,

from his possessions.

You see, the thing you fellows overlooking your collecting,

is the internal chemistry of the men who made these things.

-What is your field mr...? -Uh, Clovis, Newton Clovis.

-I�m an archaeo-psychologist. -Dear me.

-Even a man's bones have something to say. -What, for instance?

Well from the shape of his skull rather intelligent man, athletic at one time.

-Athletic? -Skier.

Breaking the leg just above the ankle. It's a typical ski injury.

You too?

Double spiral fracture made my leg an inch and a half shorter.

-Ah, but this man was a football player. -No just a guess of course.

-You mean you know him? -Yes I did.

Very well.

Died not too old.

-Many years ago? -Many years ago.

-Modern medicine might have saved him. -No.

No medicine would have saved this man.

Mr Clovis how'd you like to join me in a drink before dinner?

-Delighted. -After you.

Thank you.

You say you can diagnose ancient man from his possessions mr Clovis.

How about modern man?

-Who would that be? -The man all these things belong to.

There's a bucket more of these in this frezzer, cheers.

Falco mexicana's, prairie falcon. He tried to gentle him,

kept him in a cage, wouldn't do some things you can't keep in a cage.

-Everything in this room was his? -Just about.

-Boy scout? -Merit badges, over 30 of them.

Bird's nest,

but no eggs. He didn't believe in collecting eggs.

No heart for it he could take the nest after the little ones were gone.

Euro Cayenne Canario Argentius, gray fox.

-I call her cersei. -Why cerise?

You're supposed to divine these things aren't you?

Drink up.

Yes, Cersei.

Cerise the temptress. What do you make of the man?

Gentle, probably full of idealism.

Obviously love the outdoors,

-compassionate. -Bravo.

-You were close to him? -Yes.

He was my son.

-He was? -That's where Cersei comes in.

Cersei the temptress.

I call her Cerise because she led him to his doom.

Worked her whiles on him brazenly let him track her.

Almost as if she knew what lay in wait for him.

He never hunted for sport, but once in a while he collected an animal.

In this case he had his heart set on cerise.

She'd been raiding hen houses in the neighborhood,

sooner or later some farmer would trap her or shoot her anyway.

So been decided to take her for his collection.

He spent several days and nights learning her habits.

He discovered her latest port of call was,

an old barn just over the property line.

He'd invented a foolproof gadget for night shooting,

a spotlight mounted on his 22 in such a way,

that his shot would strike the exact center of the circle of light.

KEEP OUT! THIS MEANS YOU M.J. McCAFFERY

What was that? -Mice.

It's your father.

Don't be silly you know he's at a large meeting.

-See that? -I told you.

-What do you think you're doing here? -I�m sorry I didn't...

Hollister, oh nature boy Hollister.

I didn't know anybody else was around here.

-Saw the sign outside? -Yeah but I didn't think your father would mind.

-You're a liar. -Stealing pigeons that's what he's up to.

-I wasn't stealing anything all I wanted was... -You're a liar.

I�m sorry Tim.

If you'll excuse me.

You're a coward too.

if you want to step outside I�d be very happy to soak your head in the watering trough.

That's not a bad deal Tim.

I�d be giving away 15 pounds.

Tim, Tim...

Murderer.

�Murderer!

You don't have to explain my duties to me mr Hollister they're spelled,

out very clearly in the oath of office the district attorney tapes.

It wouldn't hurt you to look it over once in a while mr Henshaw.

There's no need to be impertinent.

You'll have to excuse me sir but my boy's life is at stake.

If you have his day in court the law guarantees him a fair and impartial trial.

That's just the point.

He's being tried right now in the papers.

-You call that fair and impartial? -I didn't give out that interview.

The reporters checked it with you, you didn't deny it you let them print it.

-Take it up with the publisher, all right? -Statements from you.

You could have stopped it. They're saying he killed the McCaffery boy,

on purpose like he'd kill a specimen for his collection.

You know that isn't true oh look mr Henshaw this,

-town is ready to lynch him. -They won't lynch him.

-He's innocent and you know it. -All right.

If he's innocent he'll go free it's up to the jury.

But what chance has he with this sort of trash setting the town on fire.

And with your approval.

You probably thought it up.

You want to kill him.

Old man McCaffrey put you in office and now you're going to deliver for him.

-That's right, isn't it? -Mr Hollister...

I happen to take my responsibilities very seriously.

They are not primarily to convict but to see justices done.

I intend to do everything in my power to achieve that end in this,

and every other case in which I am involved.

And that is all I intend to say on this subject. Good day sir.

Would you try to reach the mayor again please. Thank you

You'll excuse me mr Hollister.

�Good day!

A badger, a coyote, bobcat,

fox, shot in the eye.

In each case finesse precision.

A mathematically calculated shot in a spot where it would kill immediately.

Yet, do no harm whatsoever to the specimen.

I ask you ladies and gentlemen do you think this man's act was unintentional?

-Stop it. I tell you it was an accident, he threw the... -�Quite!

-That won't do any good. -But he's lying.

I�m not a killer I, I didn't mean it.

Order, order, or I�ll clear the courtroom.

Man is on trial for his life please conduct yourselves accordingly.

Proceed mr Henshaw.

I don't have to repeat the medical testimony, five brain shots,

each of them precisely in the middle of an eye socket.

The last one, a human being.

I ask you ladies and gentlemen to reflect on the odds,

against the defendant's contention that this last shot was accidental.

He threw up the rifle in self-defense, he says.

The shot struck the precise center of Tim McCaffery's left eye.

What are the odds? One in a million, a billion?

Think about that.

Isn't the other explanation far more plausible?

That Tim McCaffrey caught him trespassing,

ordered him off the property.

And he walked off into the darkness thought about it,

that a cold rage took possession of him. That he hefted the rifle in his hand,

and then with calculating precision he turned,

-and aimed and... -I didn't I didn't do it.

I�m demanding that you do your duty as citizens of this state.

I demand the death penalty in the case of the people versus Benjamin Hollister.

Benjamin Hollister will you please rise

Benjamin Hollister you have been found guilty of murder in the first degree.

Therefore you will on the 22nd day of this month,

be removed to the penitentiary at Glenville,

and there be incarcerated for the rest of your natural life.

It's an old pioneer ranch on Alamo creek big adobe ranch house,

apache bullet box in the walls, even has its own well in the courtyard, 14 rooms,

-14 rooms? -I�m going to turn it into a private museum.

Put a sign on the highway charge admission,

make this collecting bug pay off after all these years.

I wish, I could help you.

Well,

I�ve got a room plotted out for your things.

Now here here is an East window and there's a door.

Now you do the rest.

Do what? -Design the inside. Cases for your,

books, drawers for your mounted specimens, display cases.

I�ll fix it any way you want it.

-You'll do it? -I want it to be yours Ben.

You kidding? I know what you're gonna say dad.

Have hope. Something to hang on to.

I�m sorry, but...

It's no good, dad.

But we've got 15 minutes.

Goodbye dad.

Goodbye boy.

I�ll see you next month.

He don't belong here.

If he'd only eat that's the trouble he won't eat.

Oh it's out of the question. He's been examined by,

a board of psychiatrists and found perfectly normal.

Medically he's 100%.

Except that he'll die inside of a year if you leave him where he is

Mr Hollister would you care to read the medical report?

I�m not talking about his blood pressure or his respiration or his,

metabolism mr Henshaw. I�m talking about his soul that boy is dying right now.

-Mr Hollister I understand your concern. -But it's out of your hands that I know.

I�m only telling you that your signature on a petition would probably get him a parole.

Mr Hollister...

Please, please hear me out mr Henshaw the election's come and gone.

You're secure in your job, you've got nothing to lose.

Old man McCaffrey can't touch you now. But please please look into your heart,

mr Henshawn ask yourself if you really believe that boy belongs in prison.

If he really is a menace to society.

I�ll forgive you everything mr Henshaw.

I know you're under enormous political pressures and have to give in to them sometimes.

I�ll forgive you everything if only he will try to do that boy justice now.

He can't live in prison, he's like a hawk in a cage.

He won't eat he's just withering away.

Come now mr Hollister get hold of yourself.

Two months later he was dead.

He'd lost interest in life.

That was years ago,

but it's all here, all in this room.

What he had? What he did?

What he was?

How many years?

I don't like to count them.

It doesn't matter anyway. I have him here with me.

I can feel his presence in this room, from his books, from his things.

Nothing on this earth is permanent mr Clovis,

we aren't given title to anything you know.

Just Elise his was short mine's longer.

At least he was not the one to be left behind to grieve.

That's some consolation, isn't it?

I suppose so.

So perhaps you can understand now why I was a little,

amused at your archaeopsychology.

There's only so much of a man imprisoned in his possessions and,

the things he makes with his hands so much no more.

Ben�s spirit hangs above this room but you,

can't sense it from these cold inanimate things.

Not unless you knew Ben.

-Well I�d better lock the back door. You'll excuse me? -Of course.

-Satisfied mr Clovis? -Now I am, yes.

I have to tell you that I�m not an archaeo-psychologist I sort of invented that.

You're from the district attorney's office.

That's right, a murder case never goes out of date.

You know it took almost a year to put him there.

I remember the excitement of the manhunt, the most dangerous game.

Not a game. Murder.

Disagree, it was neither,

it was an execution, the execution of Henshaw.

The man who murdered my son.

I don't think the law will look at it in quite that light

Tell me, how did you do it?

Did you lie and wait for him outside his house or did you...

As near as we can tell this skull belonged to a,

civilization here in the southwest that we call proto-pueblo.

One of its marks as you see is a flattening,

in the rear of the head caused by,

strapping the baby onto a cradleboard before the skull was completely calcified.

Let's compare him with a modern male caucasian.

You see his head is not flattened in the back at all.

Notice how an injury left a mark on the bone.

The same thing here another male caucasian about 45 years old I�d say from the,

degree of calcification in certain areas, athletic type.

Double spiral fracture.

Typical ski injury leaving one leg about,

an inch and a half shorter than the other.

Unfortunately the priest took a dim view of the old curator,

personally adding a new exhibit for the museum.

Sometimes I find the attitude of the authorities puzzling,

they seem bent on stifling initiative.

But enough of that. Now we shall watch while my sponsor,

makes an exhibition of himself.

That is all until next week, when we return with another story.

Perhaps we should put our gift wrap friend back in his box.

His last will?

No.

"Listen for dial tone before depositing money"

Good night.

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