Backseat Driver

And now tonight's presentation of Radios Outstanding Theatre of Thrills, suspense. And tonight, the story of two people and the terror that rolled with them in the city. We call it Backseat Driver. So now, starring Miss Vivi Janis and Mr. Parley Bear, here is tonight's suspense play, Backseat Driver.

It can't happen to you. You read about stuff like that in the papers, girls murdered, mutilated, drunk, slept dying in the gutter for the handful of chains they had in their pockets. Lonesome old men tortured because some hulaam gets the idea of their miser's with a pot of gold hidden under the floorboards of the shack.

Sure, you know it's real, but it can't happen to you. Oh, you get your fair share of trouble. I've been a professional man here in Los Angeles for twenty years. I've met up with bums and grifters and petty sharpers.

They're around in any business. But the viciousness, the real deep-down dirt. for somebody else. You do your work and you go home to your family and for a real bang-up evening to break the monotony, you take your wife out to a movie. That's when I did that Saturday night. We'd driven all the way in from San Fernando

Valley to Beverly Hills for a picture LA especially, one to see. Wasn't that a good movie Joe? Just the kind I like. Songs and dancing and girls and pretty close. I get so tired of cops and robbers. What's wrong with cops and robbers?

Oh, you know what I mean? Murder movies, honestly. All the policemen stupid and all the crooks sneering out of the corners of their mouths. This stuff, those Hollywood boys dream up. It thinks the streets were knee-deep in blood and you couldn't hear yourself think for machine gun. Oh you get him first. I don't think your door is close to it. Oh don't forget