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Good evening.

If you’ve been wondering
where it all began...

here it is.

In fact, here is
where the first flat tire

was patched,

some 4,000 years ago.

Patching was more practical,

since a spare tire
weighed several thousand pounds.

Of course, once the wheel
was invented,

many things became possible,

things which, before,
had been only dreams.

Things like the pancake,
the pizza, and the doughnut.

Of course, it took a long time
for these things to catch on,

since for hundreds of years,
it was naturally assumed

that they had to be made
out of stone.

But now, I must interrupt
this scholarly discussion

to bring you tonight’s play.

It is called
"Forty Detectives Later."

[man] There are a lot
of private detectives

in this country.

And once there was a man
who seemed determined

to hire ’em all.

From Rahway, New Jersey,
to Scranton, P.A.,

to the west side of Chicago,
he hired them.

And finally,
he got around to me.

I was number 41 on the list,
and I wasn’t flattered.

[typewriter clacking]

[man] Mr. Tyre?

I’m Munro Dean.
I called you this morning.

Oh, sure, Mr. Dean, I remember.
Come on in.

Have a seat.

Seems to me I’ve heard
your name somewhere before.

You may have.

Were you ever
with the police, Mr. Tyre?

No, not exactly.

But I’ve got a lot of friends
on the force.

Something about your wife,
wasn’t it?

Something about my wife,
yeah.

Happened in October, 1948.
A man killed her.

He was a slim, dark man
with bushy black hair.

I came home
from work one night,

and I saw him running out
the back door.

My wife was
in the living room, dead.

The police never caught him.

Mm-hmm.
But you’re still interested

in finding this guy, hmm?

Interested?

[scoffs]

Yes, I’m still interested.
I’ve been looking for him

ever since it happened
and you know that, Mr. Tyre.

All you people,
all you detectives,

you know all about that.

You think I’m some sort
of a funny joke.

Now, wait just a minute.

You think I don’t know?

I’ve had 40 detectives
working for me,

and not one of them
has helped me.

Some of them
even took advantage of me.

Now, look, Mr. Dean,
let’s get one thing straight,

shall we?

Most of us guys
are in this business for money.

Only some of us take
a long-range view, Mr. Dean.

Some of us feel
that an unhappy client

is a bad advertisement.

So I’m telling you right now.
I’m no smarter than the police.

And I’m no smarter
than most of the other guys

you’ve already hired.

So here’s your hat,
Mr. Dean.

I think you better go out
and hire detective number 42

because I don’t think
I can find your man for you.

[Dean] You won’t have to.

I’ve found him for you.

You found him?

I’ve found him.

I did what 40 experts
couldn’t do.

All right, so you found him.
Why don’t you go

and tell the police
about it?

Because it wouldn’t do
any good.

The police lost interest
in the case a long time ago.

Besides, I can’t really prove
he’s the man.

For one thing, he’s changed.

He’s older. He’s fatter.
He’s lost some of his hair.

[Dean] But he’s the man.

What makes you so sure?

[Dean] Because I am.

That face is engraved
right here.

It’s funny, you know that?
All those years,

all those detectives.

And by chance,
I see him in a book store.

Oh, it’s possible.
Don’t forget, Mr. Dean,

your description
of him was pretty vague.

Maybe you’re the only one
who could have spotted
this guy.

Now what kind of a book store
was it?

It was one
of those rundown shops

on the north side of town.

You know the kind of thing.

Books, postcards, old records.

He was working
behind the counter.

Maybe he even owns the place.

He didn’t look
very prosperous.

Mm-hmm.
But you didn’t let him see you?

No. I don’t want it
to happen that way.

I ducked out as soon
as I saw his face.

Now, that’s why
I came to see you, Mr. Tyre.

I want you to act
as go-between.

I want you to set up
a meeting.

What for?

What do you suppose?

Uh-uh.

Listen, pal, the last time
I set up a target
was at Fort Dix.

I’m not interested
in that kind of assignment.

Oh, You don’t understand.
I just want to talk to him.

Meet him face to face.

I want to be sure
he’s the right man.

Well, wait a minute, now.
Wait a minute, Mr. Dean.

I thought you said before
you were so, uh, so positive.

Mr. Tyre.

We’re just wasting
valuable time.

Do you want to take this job,
or don’t you?

Well, I don’t know.

It could be dangerous.
For you, I mean.

If he really is
your wife’s murderer

and he knows who you are--

I’ve thought about that.

There’s no reason
why he should know

until we’re actually face
to face.

Now. I’m at the Hotel Bayshore
on Smith Street.

I’m in Room 305, registered
under the name of Adams.

Harry Adams.
All you’ve gotta do
is get him there.

Harry Adams?

Yes. You may want
to use the name

when you first approach him.

Might make things easier.

But then,
I don’t have to teach you

your business,
do I, Mr. Tyre?

All you detectives
are so clever.

OK, Mr. Dean.

I don’t like this kind of work,

but I’ve got
a couple of good reasons

for taking the case.

Such as?

Food and shelter.

Now, what was the name
of that book store?

[Tyre]
It was just before noon

when I walked
into the grimy joint

where my pigeon
was roosting.

There was an inch of dust
on everything,

including the customers.

I didn’t have any trouble
spotting my man.

I tried to place him
in my mental rogue’s gallery,

but nothing clicked.

He was just a guy.
I didn’t even know

what kind of a guy.

[man] Hard-boiled. Yeah.
Yeah, two eggs.

And a container
of black coffee.

Nah, I don’t want
no Danish pastry.

[customer]
Look, will you please
hurry it up?

[man] OK, Sol.

Listen, will you get it here
in about fifteen minutes,

on account of I’m starved?

All right. Bye.

Now, what was that, mister?

I said, since when do you call
these French postcards?

What’s wrong with ’em?

The best shots
of Paris I ever saw.

What, are you kidding me,
buddy?

I see better on the midway.

Flake off, will you, mac?

[man]
Need some help, mister?

I don’t know.
I see you got some old
Paul Whiteman records here.

I was just wondering
if Bix was on any of ’em.

That’s Bix Beiderbecke.

Oh, you don’t have to tell me.
I’m an old Bix fan

from way back.

Ain’t many of us around
these days.

You’re a collector too, huh?

Oh, sure.
Only these old scratchy records

don’t appeal to me no more.

I dig hi-fi,
you know what I mean? Stereo.

Yeah, I guess that’s OK.
But I don’t know though,

there’s something
about the old jazz--

Oh, I’m not putting down
the old jazz.

Come here a minute.

You just give me
some nice Brubecks

at about 20,000 cycles,

with all those tweeters
and woofers going?

Man, you really got something.

Hey, if you’re really
interested in the old labels,

I got a pretty good
private collection

I’d be willing to dump.

For the right price.

Well, what have you got?

Man, you name it, I got it.

Let’s see, I got a bunch
of Fletcher Hendersons

on Vocalion, some old Louis,

a big stack of Bluebirds.
We could make a good deal.

Well, that sounds OK.

Look, you don’t suppose
you could bring
a few samples up

to my hotel room tonight,
could you?

I’m staying at a joint
called the Bayshore.

It’s not far from here.

Man, you’re kidding.

It would take a truck to haul
all the old records

I got anywhere.

Tell you what.
Why don’t you stop over

at my place
and look the stuff over?

Like maybe 9:00?

Well, you sure
it wouldn’t be too much trouble?

-[phone ringing]
-Heck, no.
And I’ll give you a treat.

I’ll let you listen
to some real hi-fi.

Otto’s.

Hello, Gloria.

Huh? No, just chewin’ the fat
with a buddy of mine.

[Otto] Yeah, sure,
if you want to. Why not?

My buddy’s comin’ over, too.

Hmm?

Oh, sure.

Sure, he’s nuts
about the bongos.

OK, doll.

See you tonight.

That’s my girl.
She’s a pain in the neck,

but she’s good for laughs.

Hey, I forgot
to introduce myself.

I’m Otto.

My name’s Adams.
Harry Adams.

[Tyre] I called
Munro Dean at his hotel

and told him
about my progress.

He didn’t sound very grateful.
He just told me to come over.

Well, he was paying
for my time, so I did.

Oh. Come in.

Thanks.

I was just having
a little drink.

Would you care to join me?

No, thanks.

So, you’ve met our friend.

Yeah, I got that far
all right.

The hook’s in his mouth.
But the next part

isn’t gonna be so easy.

[Tyre]
Getting him up here.

But you think you can do it?

[Tyre]
Yeah, I can do it.

It’s been so long.
So many years.

And so many dollars.
This search of yours

hasn’t been cheap,
has it, Mr. Dean?

No. It cost me thousands,
hiring all those men.

But you’re still sure
he’s the guy?

You’re not making
any mistake?

Why do you say that?

[Tyre] Well, I don’t know.

He just seems
like a pretty jolly type,

that’s all.

He’s the man, all right?

If I’m sure of anything,
I’m sure of that.

OK, Mr. Dean.
I’ll keep you in touch.

If there’s nothing else
right now--

No. Wait a minute. Wait.

[clattering]

Well, I suppose
that’s a good idea.

You might need
the protection.

[Dean] It’s not for me.

It’s for you.

[Tyre] For me?

Take it, Tyre.

I don’t know anything
about guns. They frighten me.

Take it.

Well, what do you want me
to do with it?

I thought I could do it myself,
but I can’t.

After all these years
and I can’t.

I want you to do it for me.
I want you to kill him.

Now that’s a real pretty weapon,
Mr. Dean.

Why don’t you just hang that
on a mantelpiece somewhere,
hmm?

I mean it, Tyre!

I want you to kill him for me.
He deserves it.

-You know he does.
-Sure, sure he does, Mr. Dean.

Only I think you better
let the cops handle

our friend Otto. Don’t you?

If you can prove
he’s your wife’s murderer,

-you--
-Don’t lecture me!

I’m sick of
all these lectures!

I want you to kill this man
for me.

He killed
the most important thing

in my life.

And I’ll give you
$3,000 to avenge me!

-Three grand?
-Yes!

And there’ll be no risk,
don’t you see? No risk at all.

It’ll be self-defense.
After all, I hired you

to protect me, didn’t I?

Now, when this man comes here
and learns who I am,

he’s gonna threaten me,
isn’t he?

But before he can do anything,
you fire. Can’t you see it?

Yeah, I can see it, Mr. Dean.
Only I can’t buy it.

Not even at your price.

-[Dean] Four thousand.
-No!

-[Dean] Five!
-Now, cut it out!

Cut it out before you hit
a number that tempts me

because I don’t want
to be tempted.

Do you understand that,
Mr. Dean?

All right.

If that’s how you want it.

That’s how I want it.

I’ll be in touch with you
as soon

as I get the meeting set up.

-And, Mr. Dean?
-Yes?

I wouldn’t try
any do-it-yourself,

if I were you.

The law’s pretty definite

about murder in this state,
no matter what the reason.

I’ll remember that.

-[Afro-Cuban music playing]
-[bongos playing]

[Otto] You ever see a rig
like this in your life?

Man, I hate to tell you
what the speakers alone cost me.

Music’s kinda loud, isn’t it?

Yeah, ain’t it great?
Only you’re not gettin’

the full effect. Come here,
come here.

See, this is stereo,
you know what I mean?

You gotta be
in the right position.

There we--

Will you cut that out
a minute, huh?

Ah, that’s right. Perfect.

See, I got
all the angles figured exactly.

Come on, Gloria,
will you listen to the music,
please?

Otto, why can’t I play
the bongos?

[Otto] You can play
the bongos later.

Sit here and listen.

You hear that?
You hear that?

See, you got the bass coming in
on the left ear,

the treble on the right,
they both come together

in the middle.
Am I right or am I right?

Not for me.
My ears are too far apart.

It’s because
you got no music appreciation.

Am I right, Harry?

Oh, yeah, Otto, that’s great,
that’s real great.

Say, I was wondering
if we could talk

about those records now?

Oh, yeah, the records.
I almost forgot.

Come on!

See, I got
just what I told you I had.

King Oliver
and the Dixieland Jazz Band,

Louis and the Hot Five...

all choice stuff.

Yeah, I can see that,
all right.

[Gloria] Hey, Otto,
how about some Brubeck?

My bongo’s getting cold.

Will you butt out?
I’m talking business.

What about it, Harry?

[Tyre] Now, how many records
you got in all, Otto?

[Otto]
Oh, two hundred, maybe.

Look, I’ll make you a good deal
if you take the whole lot.

What kind of a deal?

Well, It’s worth 500,
maybe more.

But for a buddy,
I’ll make it 250.

-How’s that?
-250, huh?

Well, the price
isn’t so bad, Otto.

-You see,
I only got one small problem.
-What’s that?

Well, I haven’t got
too much cash on me now,

and I don’t want to stick you
with a check,

so suppose I pay you off
tomorrow night at my hotel?

Are you kiddin’? Come on,
let’s listen to music.

-I ain’t in no hurry.
-No, but, Otto. You see? I am.

I’m going out of town
in a couple of days,

and I’d like to get
this thing settled.

So if you could come up
tomorrow night, about 8:30,

I’d have the cash for you
by then.

We can talk about delivery
later on.

OK, if that’s the way
you want it, fine.

Oh, good. I’m staying
at the Hotel Bayshore.

That’s over on Smith.

-You better make note of that.
-All right.

It’s Hotel Bayshore.

-Bayshore.
-Room 305.

305.

Harry Adams.

-Adams. Good.
-Yeah.

-OK, Otto, well, thanks.
-Hey, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.
Are you ready for this?

I want you to hear something
really special.

Wait a minute.
Got it right here.

A stereo recording
of two trains crashing

into each other head on.

Man, it’s an experience.

Aw, heck, Otto.
How can I play the bongos

to a train wreck?

[Tyre] So the hook
was in his mouth,

and I was reeling him in.

It had been easy.

But somehow, watching him play
with his expensive toy

like an overgrown kid,
I wasn’t feeling very happy

-about my work...
-[train whistle]

[crashing]

[Tyre] So it’s all set.
He’s coming up tonight

to see Harry Adams.

Thinks he’s made a deal
for some records.

You’ve done well, Mr. Tyre.

You’re the only detective
I’ve hired

that’s really been of service
to me.

Now, you said your fee
was $50 a day.

Yeah, plus expenses.
There weren’t too many.

It comes to $112.

That’s a fair price.

Here.

What’s the matter? I thought
you said you preferred cash.

I do.

Then take it.

You act like my money’s dirty.

Well, that depends.
I’m not sure
what I’ve sold you.

You sold me justice.
Anything wrong with that?

You plan on letting
the police in on your justice,
Mr. Dean?

Or you are just gonna keep it
all to yourself?

Mr. Tyre,

I thought
you were a businessman.

[Tyre] I am.

Then don’t you know
how business is conducted?

Once a piece of merchandise
is bought and paid for,

the seller has no more rights
in the matter.

The transaction’s closed.

Only we’re not talking
about merchandise, are we,
Mr. Dean?

We’re talking about a man.

You mean a murderer.

Good day, Mr. Tyre.

And thank you
for a very efficient job.

Thanks.

But just let me warn you
about one thing.

Stay out of it from now on.

Stay away from Otto.

And stay away
from those "friends" of yours

on the police force.

Like you said, Mr. Dean,
I’m a businessman.

[typewriter clacking]

[Tyre] It was at 6:00
that night that I typed out

my final report
on the Munro Dean case.

It was pretty skimpy
because I left out

my speculations
about what might happen

in Room 305
at the Hotel Bayshore.

That part was
out of my hands.

I suppose I should have
been feeling sorry

for Munro Dean.

He was a man
on a noble mission
to track down

the murderer of his wife.

But for some reason,
I felt sorrier

for a hi-fi bug named Otto,

who’d knock on Dean’s door
in a couple of hours

and hear a riff
like he’d never heard before.

I wasn’t proud
to file the Dean case away.

I had a drawer full of cases
that didn’t make me
feel pleased

with my chosen profession.

Divorce cases,
runaway husbands,
double-crossing wives,

but there was nothing
on file like this.

Nothing under M... for murder.

But my assignment was finished.
So a little after 7:00,

I decided to leave the office
and visit the chophouse

down the street.

I didn’t stay there
very long.

Nothing on the menu stirred
my appetite,

so I had a cup of coffee
and went for a walk.

Hard as I tried to think
my way out of it,

one thing kept coming back
to me.

-I was putting
the finger on a guy.
-[Afro-Cuban music playing]

That’s the same record
he was playing

up in his apartment.

Could be his funeral march.

I didn’t think
about where I was going.

I let my feet do the thinking.

But somehow, I found myself
across the street

from Munro Dean’s hotel.

[man whistles]

I stood there, waiting,

just as if I were being paid
for a stakeout.

But I wasn’t being paid.

The report was all typed.
The file drawer was closed.

The money was in my pocket.

But I just stood there,
waiting.

It was 8:25. Almost time
for Otto to arrive.

Suddenly, I found myself hoping
he wouldn’t show at all.

But there he came,
right on schedule,

my chubby friend,
who liked Bix Beiderbecke,

high-fidelity,
and hardboiled eggs.

The job was over.
I didn’t have to hang
around there anymore.

I had nothing more
to do with it.

It was all up to the man
in Room 305.

Was it?

[gunshot]

[Tyre]
Drop the gun! Drop it!

Don’t let him get it!

Don’t let him get it!
Don’t let him--

[gunshot]

[grunts]

Now it’s your turn,
finger man.

No, wait a minute, Otto.
No, wait a minute.

Now, don’t try...

[gunshot]

[Otto groans]

Now, look, Otto.
You know who that guy is?

Do you recognize him?

You dirty crumb.
You set me up good.

Now, look,
you’ve got to tell me, Otto.

Why did he do it?

I ain’t gonna tell
you nothing.

Otto, I’m just a hired hand,
a private investigator.

[Otto] That’s your story.

Now, look, I’ve got to know.
Did you kill Dean’s wife?

Yes. Yes, I killed her.

I was a hired hand, too.

He paid me to kill her,
back in ’48.

He got nightmares about it.

And he hired guys
all over the country

to find me and...

knock me off...

so I wouldn’t talk.

[Tyre] I used to think
that I was the kind of a guy

who’d do anything for money.

But I’d done too much already.

It didn’t help much,
but I gave it back.

I seem to have been mistaken
about this.

It’s not a wheel.

It’s a record.

Long-playing, of course.

The title is...

"Ten Evenings with the
Stonehenge Philharmonic."

My, their disc jockeys
must’ve been formidable men.

While you are pondering
my pithy remarks,

I must take leave.

Next time, we plan to show
another story in two acts.

And, of course,

your host making
his two appearances in one.

Until next time, goodnight.