The Laughing Matter - Ep 3

From Hollywood it's time now for Johnny dollar Oh hi, Peral I tried to call you a few minutes ago. We've had a shooting out here at the hotel No, no nobody's dead the bullet missed somebody fired a shot from the terrace into one of the rooms But would you do me one thing before you blow up a storm

There's a man missing from his room here, a friend of the man who was shot at. He must be around town somewhere. He's an Americano, about 45 names Frank Moltz. Frank Moltz. B, you mean, APB.

You see, APB, like on radio in Los Angeles. All right, hop to it, Peralan. This is a, a señor. What is this, APB? Tonight, and every weekday night, Bob Bailey in the transcribed adventures of the man with the action-packed expense account, America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator.

Go as truly Johnny Dollar. From Special Investigator Johnny Dollar, location in Sonata, Mexico, to the home office, Union States, Casually Company, Hartford, Connecticut, assignment, the laughing matter. Expense account continued. Item six, $1 a pot of coffee from the hotel kitchen special.

It was 1 a.m. I'd been half asleep when the shot was fired, and I hoped the coffee would help get me at least half awake. I hadn't expected it to happen that way, and neither had good old lovable Charlie Burton, America's favorite TV comic, according to his press agents. Charlie had called it a joke, but he wasn't laughing now,

and neither was I. Charlie's life was insured for a half-million bucks payable to his sponsor. He is a man who was get shot. He didn't get shot, Paral. He got shot at. Well, see, it's what I wish to say, but the tongue is no make English too good.