The Man Who Hated Women

The broadcasting company presents Dick Powell as Richard Diamond Private Detective. Stop the car a second, will you? Well, four. I thought I saw something lying back there by the road. So, why aren't probably a dead dog?

No, no, hold it. It's too big to be a dog. I'm off, I'm Pete's sake. Where is he? Come on. I think I'm gonna be sick. Me too. Let's go call the cops.

Here's another exciting half hour with Richard Diamond Private Detective, starring Dick Powell. Diamond Detective Agency, if there's a corpse in your cellar and your nerves are erect, oh, Rick to the rescue, if you're riding a check.

Oh. Can I make a suggestion? Please do. Feed me regularly. Take me for walks and be sure that you let me out nights. Some suggestion, you do that for a cat. Hi, Helen. Hi. How are you?

No, I don't know. I think I'm a nervous wreck. What from? You remember when you set out a take up something to keep me busy in the office? Yes. You remember you mentioned knitting? No.

Oh, yes. I've dropped more stitches than the cross-eyed surgeon. You idiot. I was only fooling. Well, don't laugh. I was making Francis a pair of screaming arguiles. Keep with it, Strongheart. You'll win out. Oh, you're darn right, I will.

Oh, well, I said. Darn. Get it? Ellen, are you still there? Yes, Rick. Wasn't funny? No, Rick. OK. Come on over. Let's neck. Shame on you. Yes, sir. I'll see you about eight. Oh. You don't sound very happy.

It's such a long way, oh. Give you time to make plans. Bye. Now, let's see. I'm going to take out one, two, three, five rows. Yeah, what is it? Rick? Oh, how are you all?