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The opening of Program Number Thirteen
(Odyssey title: "The Blue Angel")
ANNOUNCER:And now we give you the street of a midwestern city. It is
night, and something sinister seems to be going on.
BIZ: (CITY TRAFFIC SOUNDS-CARS, AUTO HORNS, NEWSBOYS) (MOTOR
HORN NEAR MIKE GIVES SIGNAL BLASTS OF LONG, SHORT, SHORT,
LONG. SIGNAL IS REPEATED)
TAXI DRIVER: Hey, boss! Over here! Hey, Willie!
WILLIE: Pipe down, you dumb taxi driver!
DRIVER: Aw, lay off! I didn't think you heard my signal, Willie.
WILLIE: I heard it, all right. Drive around the corner and pick a
spot where we can talk.
BIZ: (CAR MOTOR, HOLD FOR A MOMENT, THEN CUT)
DRIVER: Nobody'll overhear us now. Shoot the works, Willie.
WILLIE: Listen, if I was to tell you to pick up a certain guy who
came out of a hotel, could you do it?
DRIVER: Sure.
WILLIE: How would you manage it?
DRIVER: I'd tip the hotel doorman a finif to steer the guy into my
hack.
WILLIE: That's swell. You ain't so dumb after all.
DRIVER: You want me to pick a guy up with my cab, boss?
WILLIE: You get the idea.
DRIVER: Then what?
WILLIE: You drive him around.
DRIVER: And then what?
WILLIE: That's all. You just drive him around.
DRIVER: I don't get this, Willie.
WILLIE: You don't need to get it, you dumb mug. There'll be another
bird with the guy you're to pick up. They'll tell you to
drive them to the railroad station. But you don't do that,
see. You drive around. Whatever you do, don't take 'em to
the station.
DRIVER: Maybe you want these two guys to miss a train?
WILLIE: Maybe.
DRIVER: What's their names?
WILLIE: Aw, don't ask so many questions.
DRIVER: I gotta know their names before I can tip the doorman to
steer 'em into my cab.
WILLIE: Yeah. Guess ya have, at that. Well, one is Doc Savage and
the other is his assistant, Monk.
DRIVER: (AMAZED) Listen, who did you say?
WILLIE: Doc Savage and his assistant, Monk.
DRIVER: Count me out of this, Willie!
WILLIE: Ya ignorant cluck! What's a-matter? Got cold feet?
DRIVER: I ain't messin' around with Doc Savage. That guy is poison
to hustlers like you and me, willie. I've read about him
in the newspapers. He goes all over the world helpin'
other people out of their little jams, and he ain't nothin'
for nobody to monkey with. Count me out! Count me out
plenty!
WILLIE: Listen, there's fifty bucks in it for you.
DRIVER: Nix, Willie. Nothing doing.
WILLIE: I'll make it a hundred. All you gotta do is drive them
around town instead of to the depot. You don't run any
risk. Tell 'em you got lost. A hundred bucks, feller
DRIVER: (SLOWLY) A century note...I could tell 'em I got lost, at
that...I'd sound reasonable...Okay, Willie. I'll do it.
Gimme that century.
BIZ: (CITY TRAFFIC SOUNDS COME IN LOUD, THEN DECREASE SLIGHTLY
AND HOLD UNTIL CUE)
DOC: We have about ten minutes to get to the railway station,
Monk.
MONK: That's right, Doc. We'd better hurry. Doorman! A taxi
for Doc Savage.
BIZ: (DOORMAN'S OR POLICE WHISTLE) (AUTO MOTOR COMES IN CLOSE TO
MIKE AND CUT) (CAR DOOR SLAM)
DOC: To the Union Station, driver. Step on it!
DRIVER: Okay, boss. Are you Doc Savage?
DOC: Yes. Why?
DRIVER: I thought I recognized you.
BIZ: (AUTO MOTOR AND HOLD UNTIL CUE TO CUT) (TRAFFIC SOUNDS DE-
CREASED) (AUTO HORN BLARES OCCASIONALLY)
MONK: Why all the rush, Doc?
DOC: We must be on a train that leaves in ten minutes.
MONK: It's important, eh?
DOC: Very important, Monk.
MONK: Has that telephone call you got an hour ago got anything to
do with it?
DOC: Yes, everything. That call- Wait! Driver! (SHOUTS)
Driver, you are not taking us to the station!
DRIVER: Sure I am!
DOC: I happen to know you are going the wrong way!
DRIVER: Aw, yer crazy!
BIZ: (AUTO ENGINE LOUDER)
MONK: He's steppin' on the gas, Doc!
DOC: Driver' Slow down!
MONK: He's goin' faster!
DOC: I'll try to jerk on his emergency brake.
BIZ: (BLOWS) (GRUNTS) (SQUEAL OF BRAKES) (CUT AUTO ENGINE)
MONK: Well, you stopped us, Doc.
DOC: Yes, but the driver jumped out.
MONK: There he goes! Let's get him!
DOC: He's running across the street. Hey, fellow! Look out for
those cars! Look out!
BIZ: (AUTO HORNS) (CRASH) (SOUND OF CROWD AND HOLD UNTIL CUE)
MONK: A car hit the taxi driver!
DOC: Let's have a look at him. (PAUSE) He's only knocked
senseless. Wait! His legs are broken, too!
MONK: Unconcious, eh? He musta got quite a lick.
DOC: He did. Both legs are fractured. It will be some little
time before he can leave the hospital. But what is more
important, it will be at least an hour before he can talk.
Come on, Monk.
MONK: Where you goin'?
DOC: That taxi driver was obviously trying to keep us from catch-
ing our train, Monk, and that makes me very anxious to be
on the train. Come on.
BIZ: (AUTO MOTOR LOUD, THEN DECREASE AND CUT)
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