Milford Brooks III Matter

The Columbia Broadcasting System presents Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar. The next half hour has its baggage packed to take a trip with America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator, Johnny Dollar. At insurance investigation, he is just an expert.

At making out his expense account, he is an absolute genius. Expense accounts submitted by special investigator, Johnny Dollar. To Hall Office, honesty, life insurance underwriters, terminal building, Hartford, Connecticut. Attention, Austin Farnsworth, general manager. The following is an accounting of my expenditures and the investigation of policy holder Milfred Brooks III for your company.

Expense account item 1. 75 cents. Cab fare to your office and answer to your original hurry call. Tip to driver, $1. Expense account item 2. 25 cents. Shoe shine. You remember, I got my shoes scuffed when I un-suspectingly walked through the private door to your office.

Tell her, bitch. Grab him. He's playing to jump out that window. Let's go. I'll show you. Oh, no, you don't. Hey, let's go. You fool. Get away. I had a nice try, Sonny. Boy, now pay attention to the teacher.

No. Class dismissed. Well, Mr. Farnsworth, why didn't you tell me what you had waiting for me? I had worn my boxing gloves. Tell her this was all a complete surprise to me. Well, Justin Case, you're a little chum on the floor. There wakes up in a hurry. I'll close the window.

Now... My goodness, Dollar, what are you doing? I'm sitting on his head. I don't care. This guy tries killing himself again. I just don't want him to try and kill me. After all, we haven't even been introduced.

Dollar, that happens to be one of our largest policy holders. His life is insured with this company and the amount of $2 million. Oh, now I can see why you're so anxious to keep him from putting a dent in the sidewalk.

They don't know yet whether Mr. Brooks is going to live or die, but it doesn't make much difference to me. Or to the insurance company. He signed a statement admitting attempted fraud. Serves him right, hitting a lady on the head.

Johnny, what am I going to do? My hair will look awful. It'll take months for it to grow out. Now, don't worry, Butter. I'll buy you something to cover it up. I know a guy over on Fifth Avenue who claims he makes something that looks prettier on a woman's head than her hair.

Expense account item 7. $640. Ladies' hats. So cover the lump on Ladies' head. Expense account item 8. $20. Tip the nurse for reminding Butter on the hour every hour that accidents will happen. Expense account item 9. $7.