The Heart of the Man

Got to get you. Uh-uh. There you go. There you go. I got it. I got it. Empty his pockets before the cops come. Look, go on. What are you waiting for? He looks like he's dead.

Now he ain't, uh, shocking. I only stabbed him in the heart. You're gonna have to quick with that knife, I told you. Come on, empty his pockets and stop preaching. Can't hold this woman all night.

Okay, okay, lefty. Hey, this is... Ah, well, the lousy luck. Ten bucks is all he has. No, I am. No, let the honest. Cut out your heart. Come across. If you know I wouldn't like you.

Well, I know you're a liar. Come on. Well, happy God. It's a more dead presence stuck in my hand. Yeah. What do you know about that? You got to get out of here. Hey, why don't we do it with a name?

She knows what's good for us. You'll keep quiet and take her own end of the mord. Is there real good sombones up at the hospital there, lady? He helped me. Hey, shut up. You're boom.

Pick up your feet. Come on. Get going. Get going. You're cut. Just a little. But let it keep beating until I get it done. This is somewhere. It must be a doctor. The CBS Radio Workshop, the Theater of the Mind, dedicated to man's imagination.

Today let the proscenium of that imagination encompass the heart, our story written by Peabody Award winner Richard Durham titled The Heart of the Man. human heart rhythm. I am a hollow bag the size of your fist. I live in a dungeon between two lungs, the lonely abode of the soul. I am the timekeeper of human life, fair, impartial, equal,