Dead End

Great scenes from great plays. Tonight starring John Payne in Dead End. The play by Sidney Kingsley adapted for radio by Arnold Pearl. Look it, look at me. I swore and died.

Yeah, but it's much more, it's much more, it's good. Hey, what's that? How's the water, Dippy? It's cold. Hey, look it. Look at a new sign that Cap's put up. Well, what are you now?

Just like the old one that was here. Dead end. Now here's your host, the distinguished actor manager, Mr. Walter Hamden. Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to another transcribed half hour of great scenes from great plays.

Presented on behalf of the families of the Protestant Episcopal Church of your own community and the Episcopal Actors Guild. Tonight, we dedicate our play to the great and understanding work of the boy scouts of America. This is dead-in. Our star John Payne is guilty and unemployed young architect who's not yet able to move out of the slums in which he was born

and raised and who will forever carry their mark in his twisted, rickety legs. Dead-end. That means this is a street that can't go any further. It ends right here on this open war hanging over a polluted river. It's all tenements on one side of the street. On the other, there's a high cement wall with an iron gate in it, the back entrance to a

twenty-story luxury apartment building. All this began on the summer afternoon, five o'clock and hot, flat, heavy heat, ash cans spilling over with refuse and garbage. Babies, women, whole families sprawling on fire escapes panting for air.

As usual I was sitting there on the wall with a sketch pad on my knee, watching the kids with one eye and listening. And then I saw him. What you looking at? Nothing. See much? Hire. You don't know me. How are you, a baby face shut up my name is Johnson keep him out shut look at me baby face