The Suicide

Good evening. This is Ken Roberts inviting you to listen to another adventure of Casey crime photographer Ace cameraman who covers the crime news of a great city our adventure for tonight the suicide the auditorium of a metropolitan theater It seats sparsely occupied with bored and restless playgoers Who have been witnessing the opening of a new drama by an unknown dramatist

I'm not that much of a hypocrite, Annie. If all the lousy shows I've sat through in my life this takes the case. It's about the worst I've ever seen. Oh, it's finally over. Let's get out.

Yeah. Well, at least we came in on passes. A lot of these poor people paid for their seat. Wish I had them. He could have walked out. I guess to the producer. You were sunk.

I don't care anything about the producer. Carla Ashby authored this massive and nice guy when he sticks to the real estate business and tried to write plays. The blonde who played the lead is his wife.

Yeah, it's his wife. Nedram-a-lard. Mm, was she terrible? She can't act, but she's got a face and figure that are something. Ooh, she's good-looking, are you? Uh-oh, there's Lee Gorman standing in the lobby, and he spotted me.

Oh, is he the producer who sent you the ticket? Yeah, it's all curly-headed, guy there. Uh, hello, Casey. I see you stay at the finish. Yes, Lee. Miss Williams, Mr. Gorman. How do you do?

Miss Williams. Well, there's no use asking how you like to play, of course. Well, I don't think you could be kidded, fella. No, it's a complete flop. One of those big mistakes, we all make it one time or another.