The Hypnotist

Sunrise and sunset, promise and fulfillment, birth and death. The whole drama of life is written in the sales of time. We present a new series of radio programs, The Clock. Time is most dramatic in the streets of a great metropolis. Like a three act player divides itself into exposition, development and climax. Morning and afternoon the streets are alive

with busy people going about the process of earning a daily living. In the evening until For midnight, these same people may be found searching for relaxation in the theaters, the restaurants, the cafes. But after midnight, when the law-abiding citizens have gone home to bed, city streets take on a different aspect.

The pavements empty, the brightly colored lights go up. Deepening shadows take their places, shadows that give refuse to human bats who emerge, blink their liver-colored eyes, seeking a likely victim. Until dawn, the streets are haunted by the shapes who fear the light.

The city can you sometimes echo the shrieks of sudden death What's the big idea? I'm sorry. I did I fracking you? You've been following me for over an hour. Yes, I have. Why? Perhaps you interest me.

I'll go on. Take a walk before I call a cop. You won't call a policeman. Mr. Go find yourself another girl. I'm not your type. Well, sure you I meant no harm. You look hungry.

Don't be silly. You don't have a cigarette on you. Yes, I think I have. Oh, right. Yes. Okay. You've done your good turn for the day. But you're on. Just ten minutes. Let's go, my arm.

You mustn't be so impulsive. I mean, go a yell for the police. And have him find that wallet in your bag. What wallet? Mine. He'll just took it from my pocket while I was lighting your cigarettes.