Hold-Up

And now, to night's presentation of Radio's outstanding theater of frills, sus spent. Tonight, we bring you a trans-prob story of a man who used a gun once too often. So now, starting Mr. Joseph Kern's era to night's suspense play, hold up.

That's mad at him. You staying at? Your mind, Hazel. Open the cash register. Quick. I'm locked the safe to catch on the gun. You hear me?

It's so much wrong. Never mind. Do what I say. I'll get away from the counter quick. I'll take care of everything. I'd like a pack of cigarettes. Any special brand?

Yeah, give me the ones with the green. Okay, stay where you are, you both. This is a hold up. I haven't got my... Just give me what you got, Henry. A gun you got in your pocket?

Just don't you try and find out, mister. Okay. All my receipts are in here. Stand away. I'll get it. Yeah, you'll get it. Tim? Tim, please. Stay away from here. Tim, can't you see he's already dead?

Our officer. What happened here? A shooting match? No. Five bullet holes all in the head. I tried to hold me up. What was I supposed to do? Where's his gun?

In his pocket. Just pointed it through his jacket. The right pocket. No gun here. Maybe the left? I know he had something in his right pocket. This? That's your gun. You ever see the boy before?

No. First time I saw him, it was tonight. My husband saw the boy standing outside our store a few moments before it happened. Look, I'll handle it, say. If you don't mind, I'd like to hear what your wife has to say.