Old Time radio

I Love Adventure: "The $100 Million Manhunt"

The guy just started punching people when told that he didn't have to pay for drinks, on order from the owner.

This confuses me. I'd think free drinks would mean that you were liked.

Obviously, I should have been paying attention.

Oh, yay - maneating piranhas are making their appearance!

Escape: "The Man Who Could Work Miracles"

I remember this story - a story by H.G.Wells in which a man starts doing miracles without thinking, or meaning, to.

Suspense: "The Devil's Saint"

With Peter Lorre. A man goes to spend the night at the castle of a protective uncle (Peter Lorre); the man wants to marry Lorre's niece. Problem is the place that Peter Lorre wants the guy to sleep: the Tapestry Room, in which everyone dies if they sleep there.

Peter Lorre gets to play against type, which I always like to see him do. Well, he plays to type, but there's a twisted ending to the story [spoiler alert]: he's not the murderer. I think he must have enjoyed that.

Haunting Hour: "Occupation Murder"

An agent tells an actor that he'll get him into the papers by setting him up for murder - actually, murdering "himself" (a man with his name, who he doesn't really murder). And then the agent would clear him on the stands. This doesn't happen and the agent almost gets away with killing this other person. 'Cept that he starts to talk drunkenly to a woman named Valentine at a bar one night, who happens to visit the actor a week before he's supposed to be executed and just happens to drop that, oh yah, the agent knows the guy on death row didn't kill the man he was supposed to have.

"Your agent *did* say that he could get you in the news, even if you didn't kill him," Valentine says.

"Can you come with me to the district attorney's office?" The guy in jail asks Valentine in desperation.

"Why, yes... but why would you want me to do that?"

Valentine's an idiot. Still, she gets the guy at the end. Oh - not the murderer. The actor.

And, as an interesting note, listening to the agent when he was very, very drunk and slurring all his lines, was disturbingly familiar. I almost turned off the radio. bleh. I really don't want to be near a really, really drunk person for quite a while.