Weakling

Wait a minute. Have you heard the strange tales of the Whistler? I'm the Whistler. I may be the district attorney, but if my son is guilty, he can pay the penalty like anyone else.

I'll prosecute him. Then Blake, I'll start on you. Sunday night and again CBS presents the Whistler. I the Whistler know many things for I walk by night. I know many strange tales, many secrets hidden in the hearts of men and women who have stepped into the shadows.

So I tell you tonight the unusual story of the weakling. Young Clyde banning son of district attorney banning steps out of a nightclub following a gay New Year's Eve party. An expensive limousine pulls up to the curb and Clyde gets in.

Clyde has done some careless driving lately and his driver's license revoked and is now forced to be driven about by Rollins, the family shall fur. Well, it's too now, Mr. Benning. Let's go home, Rollins.

Not yet, Clyde. Hey, look. What are you doing in here? I thought you were still in the club. I didn't think you even knew I was there. Well, I saw you a couple of times.

Why have you been avoiding me, Clyde? You know how it hurts me? What's happened? Take Miss Blake home, Rollins. No, I won't go home. I won't be brushed off like this without an explanation. But you know how much I love you, Clyde. I can't go on like this any longer.

This is no time to make you see enough. Clyde, you know you love me. Let's get married right now, tonight. Please, let's not talk about it now. I will talk about it now. Rollins, pull up, please.