Mystery Theater - The Old Ones Are Hard to Kill

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that the Senate Watergate Committee would reduce the size of its request for presidential documents.

The White House might be willing to compromise the Committee is seeking hundreds of papers and tapes.

Former Attorney General Elliott Richardson sides with President Nixon in his refusal in McLean, Virginia Richardson explains.

I think the committee seems to me to have cast its net too widely.

They haven't so far, I know, made what I would regard as a sufficiently clear showing of why they wanted what they've asked for.

And I think the President is entitled at least to request that they make such a showing before he produces any tapes or documents.

Former Attorney General Elliott Richardson, hope for changes in Arab oil policy. That story coming up.

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Energy Director William Simon says he's now hopeful Arab oil producers will not only end their price increases but roll back oil prices.

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An Egyptian official in Washington today defended the oil cutoff, Ambassador Ashraf Gharbal tells newsmen.

Oil was meant only to ring a bell. Ring a bell wide and clear in every door, in America and in the world.

The tweet to our human beings. We too are suffered and we have been suffering for the past 25 years.

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However, there's one proposal for making good use of the weather, correspondent Ann Kestner, as details from Los Angeles.

In California, there are doors where we're talking about power power as an alternative during the energy crisis.

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Eleven people were killed tonight at Johnstown, Pennsylvania, when an Allegheny commuter flight from Pittsburgh crashed just 100 feet short of a runway.

The six survivors of Allegheny 317 are in critical condition. The co-pilot is among the survivors.

The plane, a beach 99, struck approach lights, recently installed to aid pilots making landings in bad weather at Johnstown, Pennsylvania.

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From the Kurt Murr sports desk, the Kansas City Omaha Kings hoped to be host for the National Basketball Association All-Star Game in 1975 or 1977.

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Southwest Missouri captured the Missouri Intercollegiate Athletic Association basketball tournament crowned by defeating previously unbeaten Lincoln University, 80-75.

Dennis Hill and Randy Major each scored 21 points for the victorious Bears, while Lincoln Center, Lamont Pruitt, had 30 points.

Northwest Missouri took third place in the attorney with a 70-68 triumph over the University of Missouri at Rolo.

About 400 cheering pennant-waving fans greeted the AFC champion Miami Dolphins today as they arrived in Houston to begin final drills for next Sunday Super Bowl against Minnesota.

As the crowd mounted to await the Dolphins arrival, security police tried to move people behind a chain-link fence, but least one man was immovable.

He was Howard Twilley Sr., father of Dolphin receiver Howard Twilley.

The fireworks begin Saturday in the big aid conference basketball race. All eight teams will be involved in their first family feuding of the 1973-74 campaign.

The Kansas City forecast fair and very cold for the rest of tonight, the low five to ten below zero. Mostly sunny and continued cold Monday, the high 10-15 degrees.

Partly cloudy and not as cold Monday night and Tuesday, the low Monday night zero to five above the high Tuesday, around 20, currently four degrees under mostly cloudy skies in Kansas City.

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The CBS Radio Mystery Theater presents...

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Come in.

Welcome.

I'm EG Marshall.

Welcome to the sound of suspense.

Welcome to the fear you can hear, but mostly to the world of terrifying imagination.

In the story you're about to hear, the heroine is a young woman of 77, who has reached her golden years with her sense of independence intact, with a sphinus to her limbs, very good vision and excellent hearing.

But as you are about to learn, there are times when hearing well is not a blessing.

I did it to Mrs. Candy. Are you listening to me?

I killed her to tell.

I did it to me now.

No, no, I know what a hearage, Mr. Paulson, please. Please don't tell me about it. Please!

Our mystery drama, the old ones are hard to kill, was written especially for the mystery theater by Henry Susser, and stars Agnes Moorhead.

It is sponsored in part by Unhoys of Bush Incorporated, Brewers of Butt Wiser, and by the Kellogg Company, makers of Kellogg Special K Serial.

I'll return shortly with Act One.

When you say butt, you've said a lot of things nobody else can say.

When you say butt, you've got as far as you can go to get the bear with us.

Why do some people think butt is sort of special? Go ahead and find out why.

Brewing beer right does make a difference.

When you say butt, you tell the world you know what makes you all the way.

When you say butt, you say you care enough to only walk a king of kings.

When you say butt, why do you?

You've said it all.

I guess you can hear the music in the background. It's now a quarter to eight, new piano player playing, and we're down the floor of the wall to a story.

And I'm going to talk to some people. Your name, sir?

Miyagi O Camping, brand new Missouri.

Have you ever been to a dinner theater before? No, I haven't.

How was the service? Wonderful. You look like you're enjoying yourself.

I sure am. Thank you very much. I hope you enjoy the show.

Now playing at World of Historia, a boyfriend. Call 756-1212.

I guess you can hear the music in the background. It's now a quarter to eight, new piano player playing, and we're down the floor of the wall to a story.

And I'm going to talk to some people. We have here what looks like a fun-loving table. What's your name?

Pat Blue.

Where you from, Pat?

From Kansas City. And your first trip to the wall to a story. What do you think of?

I think it's great.

Have you ever been to Tiffany Daddy?

What?

Did you like it?

When I coming back.

Yeah, of course you do.

Thank you.

Now playing the boyfriend. Call 756-1212.

And now here's act one of the old ones are hard to kill.

It begins with a stethoscope, a blood pressure reading, an electrocardiogram,

and an altogether satisfying report on the health of Mrs. Aida can be.

Hmm. Well, I can't see a thing to complain about either.

After the little congestion you had last time was all cleared up.

All along I'd say you don't find.

Well, woman, my age, you mean?

The older the chicken, the tougher it is to kill.

That's what my grandmother used to tell me.

She lived to be 98.

Hmm.

Speaking of relatives you, uh, see much water.

My grandson.

Oh.

The usual once a year visit.

And he always comes up with the same complaint.

So what's happened?

Well, I shouldn't be living all alone.

Well, that big house yours must get pretty lonely sometimes.

Well, the truth is, Dr. George, I'm not alone there.

You're not?

I decided to take in the border last month.

Really?

I haven't written water about it.

I'm sure he'd object to my taken in a stranger.

But there's really nothing wrong with Mr. Paulson.

Except his health, maybe.

Is the health?

What's wrong with him?

Oh, the poor man's had a terrible cold for the past two weeks.

Well, let me do a thing for him, though.

Well, how did you meet Mr. Paulson?

The answer to Ed, I ran.

He was just back from South America.

Been living in Brazil for years.

He's a very nice gentleman, really.

He keeps himself and tends his birds.

He has the lowest blue parakeets.

You can hear them chipping all over the house.

It's the friendly song.

Well, I don't see anything wrong with what you're doing, neither.

Just make sure you don't go and catch the man's cold.

There's not much chance of that for a man hardly believes his room.

Well, how much do I owe you?

I'll send you the bill.

I'm sure you'll forget all about it.

Promise me you'll send it.

Oh, dear.

Mr. Paulson.

Are you all right?

Yes, Mrs. Canvey.

I'm all right.

That cough sounds worse than out to me.

Why don't you let me take you a little hot milk and honey?

No, thank you, Mrs. Canvey.

Thanks very much.

I'm going to try to get some sleep.

Well, all right, if you say so.

I guess it's time I was in bed myself.

Oh, my, listen to that poor man.

And what if he keeps his birds away too?

Mrs. Canvey, please, please.

Say it, kiss him.

Is he calling me?

Mrs. Canvey.

He is calling me.

I'm coming, Mr. Paulson.

Oh, no.

Where are those non-srippers?

I'll be right there.

What is it, Mr. Paulson?

What's the matter?

Mrs. Canvey.

Mr. Paulson, just a little catcher.

Why didn't you tell me you were so sick?

I'm going to call the doctor.

No, I'm too late now.

Too late.

I know a very good doctor.

I saw him only this afternoon.

I'll go and call him right now.

Please, listen to me.

I've got to get help for you, Mr. Paulson.

I'm dying.

I'm dying.

Confession.

Wait.

Do you want a priest?

Is that what you want?

Richardson, my late ten years ago.

What?

Mother, I did it.

I killed him for money.

I was paid.

Did you hear me?

Oh, no.

Mr. Paulson, do you know what you're saying?

Do you understand me?

Nidale is innocent.

I killed Richardson not Nidale.

Let me get help.

You can tell him yourself, Mr. Paulson,

and the police and the doctor.

You can't tell them.

Please, tell them to frame Nidale.

He's innocent.

Tell them I'm the one who killed Richardson ten years ago.

Why don't you know anything about such things?

I know why.

I did it.

I killed Richardson.

I know I don't hear it.

I don't please don't tell them.

Please, Mr. Paulson, I...

Mr. Paulson?

Oh, dear God, I...

I think he's gone.

Listen to those poor little babies.

I suppose they miss poor Mr. Paulson.

I'll leave them in his room.

Well, let's see about this letter now.

Dear Walter, I hope you don't mind my turning to you for advice.

But I really don't know what to do.

It's been three days since my board and Mr. Paulson passed away,

and I still haven't told the police what the man said to me.

I just can't bring myself to get mixed up with anything like this.

Dear, what's the use of riding Walter?

You'll probably think I've dreamed it all up.

No, I'll just forget it.

Only how do you forget such a thing?

Those names.

I keep hearing them.

Richardson, Lindell.

Lindell is innocent.

Dear God, what if it's all true?

If Mr. Paulson actually murdered this Richardson,

and Lindell is innocent,

only...

Who are they?

I wonder if it's a telephone book.

Well, why not?

Let's see, Richardson.

Richard, I see it.

Yeah, I guess it is.

Oh, Lord, this doesn't sound so strong.

Well, I'll try Lindell.

Wouldn't he be as confident as us?

Yes, yes, here it is.

There's only about half a dozen, then.

Dear D.U. L. L. L.

Oh, my heavens, Lindell and Richardson.

Both names together.

Lindell and Richardson investments.

Nine con course.

Four, one, five, three, one, three, two.

I wonder if...

Well, maybe...

Maybe it's the only way to be sure.

Oh, hello.

May I speak to Mr. Lindell?

He isn't.

Well, then what about Mr. Richardson?

Oh, I see.

Well, if there's someone there, I can speak to.

Yes, yes, please.

Thank you.

Hello, Mr. Kelton.

May I be a service?

Well, maybe you can.

I want to know about Mr. Richardson, about when he died.

I think I did business with him once a long time ago.

Really? It's ten years, Madam.

Just about.

But if you're interested in investment advice...

Well, I think about it.

Thank you very much.

Ten years.

Well, a quick day of coincidence.

I guess it all depends on how he died.

Where, Mrs. Campbell?

Please come in. Have a seat.

Thank you.

Well, now, how can we be of help to you?

Well, I didn't come here to get help, Mr. Kelton.

I came to help you, as a matter of fact.

Or better, somebody, you know.

Who would that be?

Mr. Lindell, the man who was supposed to have murdered Mr. Richardson.

I'm afraid I'm not following you.

Well, it took me all week to find out what happened to those two men.

And finally, I found the story in the old newspaper room down the library.

About Mr. Lindell being indicted for killing his partner.

But I'm sure you know the whole story a lot better than I do.

Well, of course I knew the story.

But that was quite a long time ago, Mrs. Kenby.

Ten years. Doesn't seem so long when you're my age.

Anyway, the point is that I can help you, Mr. Lindell, only.

Attacked during the long.

Did you know John Lindell?

No, no, I didn't.

No, Mr. Richardson, to that matter.

The man I knew was named Paulson.

Who?

I went to the room to Mr. Paulson, and he died about eight days ago of pneumonia.

I was there when it happened.

Well, that's unfortunate, but...

Before he died, Mr. Paulson told me something about Mr. Richardson's murder.

He said Mr. Lindell hadn't been responsible.

That he, Mr. Paulson, had committed it for money.

Oh, Mrs. Kenby, listen to me.

It was this man Lindell that bothered him.

The fact that he was imprisoned for something he didn't do.

I thought I should tell you this, Mr. Chelten, because you knew both of these gentlemen.

It said so in the newspaper.

Mrs. Kenby, my dear woman.

What?

I don't know what silly story you heard, but it's completely wrong.

There wasn't any question about what happened.

This border of yours, whatever his name is, merely had an obsession.

Well, just the same. I thought you could follow through on this business.

Yeah.

Tell the police, because if it is true, Mr. Lindell should be freed.

On evidence like that?

Well, I don't know anything about evidence.

I'm just telling you what occurred.

Well, never mind.

I suppose I should have told the police myself.

Oh, wait, wait, Mrs. Kenby.

Let me put your mind at rest.

John Lindell is no longer imprisoned.

Yes, sir?

He's dead, Mrs. Kenby.

He's been dead for the last three years.

Oh.

He wasn't a young man when all this happened.

When he accused his partner Fred Richardson of defrauding him and shot him dead.

He died in prison?

Even if all you say is true that this man was Richardson's murderer,

you can't help John Lindell any longer. He's beyond that.

But his name, don't you want to hear his name?

Have you any proof, any living witness?

Just myself.

But you'd be willing to involve yourself.

Start a whole new investigation, open up the whole dreadful mess again.

Mrs. Kenby, do you know that John Lindell had a daughter?

No.

But wouldn't that be all the more recent to do something?

His daughter's married, living in Minneapolis, a husband and three children.

People have forgotten about her father by now.

Would you want that poor woman to see his name drag through the newspapers a second time?

But if her father was innocent...

Forget it, Mrs. Kenby, that's my advice to you.

The old woman is healed. Don't re-open it.

Oh, and it troubles me so.

I haven't thought of anything else since it happened.

Perhaps if I saw a minister, if I had some advice from a man of God...

Mrs. Kenby, now you've said something.

Now you've shown me the way.

That's where our answer lies, dear woman, in prayer.

In the forgiveness of our dear Lord.

Will you pray with me, Mrs. Kenby?

Hey!

Why not? God is everywhere.

Please join me.

Dear Lord, tell us what to do.

Give us your divine guidance.

Show us the path to righteousness.

Mr. Scotland!

Help us all, Lord. Help us to understand.

Teach us to forgive the sins of others.

And to forget them.

To forget.

I feel much better now, Mrs. Kenby.

Do you?

I'm not sure.

Let us turn this matter over to God, Mrs. Kenby.

Not to the police, but to the Lord.

It's in his hands now.

Don't you agree?

Well, in a way, that's true.

Since that didn't all.

All of them.

Yes?

Mrs. Kenby?

Yes.

My name's Stuart Winfield.

Mrs. Kenby.

I understand you have a room for rent.

Yes, yes.

Yes, I do.

Well, I'm new in town.

It's just a ride from Philadelphia.

I've been staying at a hotel, but I'd like something homey here.

Well, the room might have a $35 a week.

I can't offer you any meals, but you can use the kitchen.

Well, that sounds good to me.

Would you like to see the room?

Yes, ma'am. I sure would.

Well, come on, you men.

Thank you.

By the way, how did you know a headroom for rent?

I was going to place an ad this weekend.

I guess someone at the hotel mentioned to that.

I forget just who.

Say, this is a real fine old house, Mrs. Kenby.

I can see that I'm going to like this place.

Just fine.

And so Mrs. Kenby has a new border.

He's a very personable young man.

With a great deal more charm than all Mr. Paulson had.

Perhaps in a little while Mrs. Kenby will be able to forget her form of border.

And the shocking confession he made on his deathbed.

I'll be back shortly.

We'll act too.

And now another tale of the ball and chains.

Escalade special case.

Revence overweight on an overnight break.

Is this seat taken?

Please sit down.

You have exceptional legs.

But why is one of them attached to a ball and chain?

It's a symbol.

Funny, I would have sworn it was a ball and chain.

I mean some ballets.

Because carrying around a few extra pounds can be just like lugging around a ball and chain.

I see.

May I suggest something?

You try a ball with special case.

Give milk, orange juice and coffee. It's the special case breakfast.

Will it make me lose weight?

No.

You must also exercise and eat smart at every meal.

I see.

You know the special case breakfast is less than 240 calories, 99% fat, free and delicious.

Now, but if you have a few bites.

And that's another tale of the ball and chains.

Your happy ending could begin with the Kellogg special case breakfast.

Escalade special case.

Cool, it's night.

Take the time to leave us alone.

Take the time to kill.

If I know what you want to say to me.

Then my mind is yours too.

Listen with your balls.

Listen with your mind.

Listen with your balls.

Love is what's important.

How you do, sir.

And my grandmother just died.

I'm so happy for you.

Meet Mrs. Midnosey.

How do you do?

And did you know you have spinach on your teeth?

Well, that's wonderful.

This is Mr. Jackson.

Nice to meet you.

I have provided play.

Oh, yes, Mr. Play.

Meet Mrs. reception lines.

And the only place his people don't listen.

When you leave me alone.

When you leave me alone.

Love is what you want.

Apart from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, the Mormons.

The Mormons.

The Mormons.

Stu Winfield took no time at all to make himself at home.

And Ada can be his big old house.

He loved everything about his room.

A final four-poster bed.

The crazy quilt that Ada herself had sewn up 40 years ago.

The lace curtains on the window.

He even loved Mr. Paulson's blue parakeets.

But what he really seemed to like best was Mrs. Can be herself.

Just take me two minutes to get these teen sheets on the bed.

Here, let me give you a hand.

No, no, I can manage.

I've been making this bed for almost 50 years.

You've lived in this house that long, moved in here when I got married back in 1919.

My husband David bought it for us.

Our only son Ralph was born in it.

And you've lost them both?

Yes, they're both dead, but I haven't lost them.

Oh, yes, yes, I understand Mrs. Can be.

I guess I feel that way about my mom.

Your mother's dead?

Yes, she died when I was two.

Wow.

Mr. Winfield, are you sure you want these birds in your room?

I could take them to the parlor, if you want.

Oh, no, I think they're great.

I think everything's great about this house.

But there is something you can do for me.

What's that?

Would you mind not calling me Mr. Winfield?

Oh.

That's what they call my father.

My name's Stuart.

Well, all right.

Stuart?

Dear Walter, I think it's about time I told you that I have a border in my house.

Mr. Winfield is a nicest young man you could want to meet.

There's a great deal of friendlier than my first son, Mr. Paulson.

And he seems to like nothing better than to sit around evenings and talk.

We talk about his home and his parents and his plans for the future.

I think poor boy Mrs. is home and family, and I'm sort of a substitute for all that.

Hmm.

You know, it isn't really fair Mrs. Can be.

You said I had kitchen privileges, but that doesn't mean you have to cook for me.

My surprise, you're Stuart.

I haven't had anyone to cook for in years.

You're kidding.

You mean to say you cooked this good without practice?

Oh, you're just being nice.

I'm sure that stew is just plain or nay.

It's terrific, no kidding.

It tastes like, well, it tastes like home, if you know what I mean.

Well, it depends on who's home you mean.

Well, my mom cooks stews like this. That's what I meant.

Your mom?

But she died when you were only two.

Oh, well, I guess I didn't mean my mom exactly.

I was thinking of my aunt Martha.

I mean, she's the one who sort of took over the cooking and stuff after my mother died.

And my father's sister, you know?

I see.

Well, that was lucky that you had someone to take a place.

Yeah, that's right.

Excuse me.

My Stuart, you're not coming down with anything on you.

No, no, I'm fine.

Just a little case of the sniff of it.

Listen, if you're a roomist and warm enough, I have an extra problem.

No, no.

The room's just fine.

Don't worry about it.

Well, you'll be sure now.

I know I felt a little guilty about poor Mr. Polson when he got sick.

Well, maybe I didn't take good enough care of him.

Uh, Polson?

Mm-hmm.

Was that your former reporter, the bird lover?

Yes, yes, that was his name, the poor man.

Tell me about him.

Well, I don't really know that much about him.

He lived here less than two months.

What sort of a guy was he?

Very quiet.

He kept himself.

Did you say he was from South America?

I don't remember if I did or not.

Well, you must have said it.

Yes, yes, of course.

He was American, but he'd been living in Brazil.

I don't know why, exactly.

Although, come to think of it, maybe I do.

What do you mean?

Well, it just occurred to me that Brazil might be just a place

for someone who came into a lot of money

and wanted to leave the country.

I don't understand, sir.

Oh, my.

I really think you are getting a cool steward.

I'm getting that blanket out, this man.

No, wait, Mrs. Candy.

I'd rather hear about it.

Come on, I don't want to take any chances.

I'll be right back.

Yes, Mrs. Candy.

Don't take any chances.

Steward?

Yes, come in.

I brought your tray, steward.

Oh, no, you shouldn't have gone to all that trouble, Mrs. Candy.

He's been in trouble, you've got to have some supper.

Feed a cone, stop a few minutes.

I mean, I was going to come out to the kitchen

and get myself a sandwich or something.

You're just going to have to bring it to me.

Oh, look at that. Is that roast chicken?

Well, that's what it's supposed to be.

I know the taste, all right.

The noodles soup with dumplings.

Mrs. Can be your spoilingly rotten.

Do you know that?

Well, I just thought it'd be a good idea

if you stayed in bed and took an easy.

You weren't planning to go out tonight, were you?

No, no, I was just going to stay in and read for a while.

Maybe watch television.

Oh, that's good.

Here, I'll just set this train down.

Oh, the service here is just too good.

Oh, we never finished our talk the other day

about that border of yours.

And Mr. Paulson.

Well, there's not much to say about him, really.

Well, you said something about his living in South America.

You said you thought you understood why he was living there.

It sounded real interesting.

Well, the truth is, George, there is something to tell about Mr. Paulson.

Maybe you can help me feel better about it all.

About what?

Now, I'm not going to tell you if you don't eat.

All right, Mrs. Can be out. I'll eat.

Well, it happened just about three weeks ago.

Well, that's nothing, Mrs. Can be.

That's about the best roast chicken I've had in years.

I'm sure it's bugged your appetite with all my chocolate.

No, no, that was a really interesting story.

But what do you think of it all, Stuart?

Do you think I did the right thing?

Well, frankling, Mrs. Can be.

I do.

Honestly?

Well, this guy's chocolate sounds a little screwy, but...

I think he's all right.

I mean, for a practical standpoint.

Then you agree with him?

Sure. This man Richardson's dead, right?

And what's his name, Lindell?

Yes.

Well, he's dead, too, right?

And poor Mr. Paulson.

The man who supposedly killed Richardson.

Well, there you are.

Nothing you can do will bring any of them back, right?

I don't know.

Yes, but just the same.

And you know the police, Mrs. Can be.

They'll be hunting you forever.

And tracking mud into your power, bothering you with questions.

Well, Mrs. Can be.

You're too nice a person to put up with that kind of thing.

You mean too low a person.

I just think Mr. Chelten was right.

Let's sleep in dogs lie.

Yes.

That's what I keep telling myself.

But you know something.

There's one thing.

There's one thing Mr. Chelten forgot.

And it's me, too, I suppose.

What's that?

Why the real murderer?

He may still be alive.

Even if all the others are gone.

Don't you see?

No, I don't.

Even a missy Lindell can't be helped anymore.

That doesn't mean the real murderer should get away.

But the real murderer is dead, Paulson.

No, the killer is the man who hired Mr. Paulson.

Don't you see?

Is it right that he should get away with it?

No, wait a minute.

You're jumping to conclusion.

No, not.

Mr. Paulson told me that he was hired to do this.

Well, maybe he was hired by Lindell.

Maybe Lindell hired him and then Paulson got a cold feed

and Lindell did the shooting himself.

No, I'm sure that isn't true.

You see, I read the newspaper article all about it.

Well, you're really worth thorough about this.

Once you're Mrs. Candy.

Poor man.

That cold's gone to your chest now, hasn't it?

No, I'm all right.

Stop worrying about me.

Let's talk about this other problem of yours.

Well, maybe I'm making it more of a problem than it should be.

Maybe if I just told the police everything, I could forget it.

Once and for all.

No, I really couldn't advise that Mrs. Candy.

Well, he said in the newspaper story that the two men were partners in that investment firm.

And Mr. Lindell thought that his partner Richardson was cheating,

taking money out of the firm.

And that's why he's supposed to show them.

Wasn't there a witness to the shooting?

Well, yes, I think it was.

Come to think it.

It was Mr. Shelton.

That's right.

That's right.

Well, doesn't that wrap it up for you?

Well, it would if it wasn't for Mr. Potson.

Listen, Mrs. Candy.

You know how much I like you.

Well, in just a few days, you're more like family to me than my aunt Martha ever was.

Now, it's nice of you to say this to her.

And that's why I want you to listen to me about this.

That's why I want you to forget about this whole foolish thing.

Listen to me.

You sound awful.

Mr. Chairman.

All right.

No, you're not.

All right.

I'm going to get you some cough medicine, right?

There's Smith.

Come.

Come.

Come.

Come.

Come.

Come.

Come.

Come.

Come.

Come.

Come.

Come.

Come.

Come.

Come.

Come.

Come.

Come.

Come.

Come.

Come.

Come.

Come.

Come.

Come.

Come.

Mr. Chalpen, it's me.

Winfield.

What's happening?

I think I better stick around for a few more days, Mr. Chalpen.

The old lady's beginning to get fidgety if you know what I mean.

Come.

Come.

Well.

Something tells me that Stuart Winfield is in such a nice young man after all.

Could it be that he wasn't telling Mrs. Kenby the truth about his dear mother and his aunt

Martha?

Could he have not told her the truth about his plans for the future?

Of course, the real issue is, what sort of plan does he have for Ada Kenby's future?

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Who knows how to help you solve your shopping problems, your better business girl knows.

But they advertise this chair for fifty dollars and now they won't sell it to me.

They're even trying to get me to buy one for one hundred dollars.

Isn't there anyone who can tell me what to do?

I can madam.

But who are you?

I am the man from the better business bureau.

When someone advertises an item and then won't sell it to you when you come into the store,

it tries to get you to purchase something at a higher price.

You may be the victim of a scheme known as bait and switch.

Don't fall for it.

In most places, it's illegal.

Oh, sir, how can I ever thank you?

No need to thank me, madam.

That's what better business bureaus are for.

To help consumers get a fair deal.

Oh, Mrs. Canby, she isn't sleeping well tonight, but of course, Mrs. Canby has good reasons

for insomnia.

Her thoughts are whirling.

Her border steward was right.

She doesn't want the bother of going to the police.

And she firmly believes in the old adage.

If you don't trouble, trouble, trouble won't trouble you, but still...

Oh, my.

I'm just never going to get to sleep, you know.

Or steward, she's still coughing.

I'm sure that room is just too dry.

We never should've let any borders in until I got to win this fest.

Oh, dear, that poor boy.

I don't know if we get to tell him that Mr. Paulson was coughing so badly.

And the way he looked, all grey and shrunken,

before me, I knew he was so sick.

No.

If only he'd never even come to this house.

Mrs. Canby, I am jailed, Richard.

I am dead.

No, I haven't forget the sound of that man's voice.

I know, Mrs. Canby, what the hell is that, Mrs. Canby?

That poor man.

All the years he spent in jail for something he didn't know.

When sleeping dogs lie, Mrs. Canby,

my aunt was always said,

let's sleep in dogs lie.

Oh, for me, I couldn't get some sleep.

Better stand this battle over to God, Mrs. Canby.

Up to the police.

Up to the police.

Up to the police.

Who's a strange man here, Mr. Sheldon?

Where he talked about God.

Praying in his desk.

Of course God is in there, but his desk.

I killed Richard, I murdered him for money.

I was praying, I was praying.

Paired.

Someone had to pay him.

Mr. Paulson was the only guilty one.

Someone else was too.

Paulson.

Oh, dear Lord, Mr. Sheldon.

Sheldon, what did that newspaper article say?

The chief witness against Mr. Vindell was on our shelter.

But how could he be a witness to something that never happened?

Could he be?

Well, let me tell someone.

I'll have to talk to someone.

Yes, I'll tell Stuart about it in the morning.

Stuart, are you awake?

Yes, I'm up and Mrs. Canby, come in.

Oh, no.

Now don't tell me I'm getting breakfast and dead, too.

I know you had a cab on my last night, Stuart.

You were coughing much worse than ever.

I guess that medicine wasn't very good.

Sorry, I kept you awake, Mrs. Canby.

That wasn't your fault.

Something else kept me out.

What was that?

My mind, I guess.

Maybe I should save my conscience.

Oh, it's so serious.

But it is something serious, Stuart.

Why might have let a man get away with murder?

Now it's even worse than that.

He did something worse than murder.

You're talking about Paulson again?

No, I'm talking about the man who hired Mr. Paulson.

He didn't just have that man Richardson shot.

He let an innocent person go to jail and die there.

That's like committing two murders, if you ask me.

I have to tell you something that could do me last night.

Sure, go ahead.

Well, it's about Mr. Kelton.

Mr. Arnold Kelton.

Yeah?

Go on.

I don't know.

Wonder, it may be the reason Mr. Kelton was so upset with me.

The reason he didn't want me to go to the police

was because he was afraid.

Explain what you mean.

Well, what I mean is maybe Mr. Kelton had good reason,

besides the one he told me.

He was working for both Mr. Richardson

and Mr. Lundell at the time of the murder.

Well, I'm sorry.

Well, he was also the chief witness of the trial,

a witness for the prosecution.

But he saw the shooting, didn't he?

But that's just the point.

He saw Mr. Lundell shoot Mr. Richardson.

Well, that's not what you told me last time.

I mean that he was an eyewitness.

Oh, that's right.

He didn't actually see the shooting.

He was miles away when it happened.

I don't quite remember the details.

Is there was something about a phone call maybe?

Yes.

Yes, that's what it was.

He claimed that Mr. Richardson was talking to him on the phone.

When Mr. Lundell showed up at his apartment,

he said that Richardson cried out something

about Lundell having a gun.

And then he heard the shot.

But how could that have happened?

It's the gun was fired by Mr. Paulson.

If Mrs. Canbey, that's the big little word, isn't it?

If he said, don't you see what I'm saying to it?

Arnold Schelzen had the most to gain.

Gain from what?

From both these men leave in the firm.

That leave the whole thing to him.

All those customers, all the investments he had,

all the commissions of whatever the college.

Are you accusing this guy, Shelton, of being the killer?

Yes.

It's the only answer to it.

Well, look, if that was the case, the police

would have figured it out.

But they didn't.

There was nothing in the stories I read

that pointed to any suspicion at Mr. Kelton.

I don't suppose it even occurred to them.

And now, the company has all his.

You don't call out evidence, do you?

Well, then, why didn't he let me go to the police?

Why did he try so hard to talk me off it?

That man was praised to it.

He was peaking the name of the Lord.

Oh, I'm sorry, Stern.

I'm so sorry.

I won't bother you anymore.

I know what I have to do anyway.

Mrs. Canbey.

I've only gone along, Mr. Melowade.

For the minute I get back, I'm going to call Dr. George.

And ask him to come over.

You're a servant of the doctor.

Are you calling the police?

No, no, no, no.

Oh, Carlton.

You're right.

I don't want them tracking my, then, Moonfarler.

I'm going down the station house and talk to them.

I'll get dressed now and go straight there.

Please, please think about what you're doing.

I'll tell them what I know and they can do the rest.

Now, you try to eat something, Stuart.

Please.

Mrs. Canbey.

Gentlemen, what is this wait for you?

I told you not to call me in the office.

It's emergency.

You sound terrible.

What's the matter with you?

I'm sick.

Only you're going to be about sick.

What are you talking about?

The old lady.

I can't stop her.

She decided to talk.

What?

She figured it out.

Figure it out exactly what you did, children,

and how you did it.

You fooled her.

You've got to stop her, do you hear me?

There was a part of the deal, children.

It's all of the deal now.

The price didn't include anything like that.

Price just doubled.

Old ladies are always having accidents.

Make her have one.

Make her have one now, in field.

You know what?

All right.

All right.

She's going to have a fall down there to sell her steps.

Right now?

You've got to get my rope on her.

I slip away saying, I've got a hurry here.

Stuart, is that you?

Open up, this is for me.

I can't let you sit down.

Stuart, what are you doing on the bed?

Now, you go right back there this second.

I've got to talk to you, Mrs. Canbey, before you.

Go to the police.

Yes, listen to me.

You're all winded.

You can hardly talk to her.

Now, go back to bed before you catch them on your tooth.

Now, don't go, Mrs. Canbey.

It would be better if you never went to the police.

Better for you.

Better for me.

For you, I don't understand.

Well, then, I wouldn't have to hurt you, Mrs. Canbey.

That's what I mean.

I wouldn't have to do anything bad to you.

Stuart, what in the world do you talk about?

Come on, only.

You're smart, all right.

You really think things through.

So now, think a little harder.

Thank you, you knew?

Stuart, you knew about Mr. Pope?

That's right.

That's how you knew my room was so red,

because Mr. Chappell told me to.

Now, you're getting there, Mrs. Canbey.

That's why you rented it.

That's why you were sinking.

Just to watch you, Mrs. Canbey,

just to see that you stayed senseless.

Mr. Chappell, Mr. Chappell, I was hoping you'd never

change your mind about going to the police.

I didn't want this part of it.

This is in the part I like to hear.

Let me go, let me go, Mr. Chappell.

Just relax, Mrs. Canbey.

They'll just get easy.

Relax, please, please.

Well, you're as light as the weather, Mrs. Canbey.

Just like my Aunt Martha would have been.

If I had an Aunt Martha, please let me go, please.

We've got a date now, Mrs. Canbey.

Let me go, Mr. Chappell.

Let me go.

We've got such a fight, Mrs. Canbey,

and sick remember it.

Mr. Chappell, just shut your eyes.

Please, just shut your eyes and don't look down.

Oh, God.

Oh, the Stuart.

Those stairs.

Just shut your eyes, little kid.

Help me.

Oh, God.

Help me.

It said, it's all right in the night.

Just be glad that it wasn't true with the bottom of those stairs.

Well, will he be all right, Dr. George?

How do you want to worry about that man for?

Truth is, his injuries don't amount very much.

A couple of broken ribs seem to be the worst of it.

Well, he'll be a patient for some time

before they can put him in prison when he belongs.

Him and his friend.

What was that man's name again?

You mean Mr. Chow?

Have they arrested him?

That's what the police techman said.

I don't understand if Stuart's injuries aren't serious.

It's not that far and made when he was sick.

His case was diagnosed with a simple pneumonia at first.

And then I remembered about your first border, Nelson, was it?

No, it was possible.

But he had pneumonia too.

He died of it.

Oh, is pneumonia contagious?

Yes, yes, it is, but this disease was even more contagious.

It's a pneumonia caused by a disease called citricosis,

better known as parapthena.

Hey, you get it from sick birds, like the parakeets in your spare room.

Oh, no.

Mr. Tulsa's bird.

Sorry, there, but he had to be taken out and destroyed.

Oh, what a shame.

Hey, there's one reason I feel sorry for him.

They saved your life.

It made Mr. Winfield too weak even to throw a little old lady down the flight of steps.

There's poor little creatures.

Yeah, but you can be grateful they didn't make you sick too.

Parapthena is so contagious that no more than one person in a thousand could be exposed

to it in a sick infection.

It was pretty darn close to a miracle they did.

They're hard to kill, doctor.

Remember, the old ones are hard to kill.

They say that people are living longer than ever before.

And when we look at Ada, can be, we can understand why.

She's a tough old lady.

So tough, she could withstand the threats of man, beasts, and bird.

So let that be a warning to all those who think that our senior citizens are easy prey for crime.

Watch out.

They may turn the tables on you.

Or the stairs.

I'll be back shortly.

Mrs. Philistiller, playing comedy and being funny is my life.

Now, when you hear my voice, you expect a joke going to laugh.

But my kind of laughs and jokes are no help at all to a very special kind of people.

Mentally retarded children, you can help by being someone who cares, someone who will help,

with help, with proper training, to stimulate his mind, and with love and patience.

Every single mentally retarded child can gain a better understanding of his world.

But this takes a lot of work and so much time.

It's a big job.

Well, you help the people who are trying to get the job done.

Your local association of the National Association for Retarded Children.

Call.

We have one final comment for you.

On behalf of eight, it can be.

And old people everywhere.

As a saying, there's no fool like an old fool.

But it's also true that there's no wisdom and strength like old wisdom and strength.

There.

Does that make you feel better about your next birthday?

Our cast included Agnes Moehead, Leon Janney, and Roger DeCroven.

The entire production was under the direction of Hyman Brown.

Now, I'll preview of our next tale.

You spoil me shamefully.

And that night, I spoiled her just a bit more by bringing hot cocoa to her in bed.

I don't drink it down now.

Does it taste all right?

Oh, it tastes just fine.

Now, that was very good news, because I'd prepared the hot cocoa myself.

And I had no idea whether 25 milked sleeping pills would seriously affect the flip.

This is EG Marshall inviting you to return to our mystery theater for another adventure

in the macabre.

Until next time, Pleasant Dreams.