The Upholstererrepeat Of315

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 upholsterer. Night. A gloomy street of small, grimy-looking shops. All of which are now closed and dark.

In front of one of them. Go to the blood. Go to the blood. This is the perucci. Is everything all right with you? Go to the blood. And what are you doing, Perucci? Why are you trying to wake up old man? Go to blood.

Is that to you, business? And what is a small boy like you Joey doing not so late? Why, he's only that past ten. Anyway, the old lady ain't home for more kids. Joey, maybe you should go find it for me a policeman.

You want a cop? I think so. What for? Because, huh, huh, police have any to come. That's comedy, the big flash boy. Oh, there's a comedy. Oh, there's a... Yeah? Come here. Come here, quick, please.

Yeah, something wrong, Carogee? I don't know. Couple of minutes ago, there's comedy. I hear what sounds like gunshots. Gunshots, huh, gee. Where's your hair? I was just going to bed behind my shop next door.

Suddenly from the other side of my wall from Goldblatt's place, a blast place I boom boom then I hear what sounds like something heavy falling to the floor. Doors like I call him he don't answer. Hey maybe the old guy shot himself Carmi or maybe he's been more than a chicken glass another door comedy. I'm down kid.

Don't you get in there a window at the rear of Goldblatt store in the room where he sleeps. See but he's got iron bars on it so nobody can get in. You have to kick the glass out I hate to disappoint your destruction, love a little soul kid, but I'm not going to do any expensive glass mashing.