Come in. Welcome. I'm E .G. Marshall. Welcome
to the sounds of suspense. To the fear you can
hear. To the terrifying world of the imagination.
I'm your guide for a journey up a mysterious
mountain. Dead Man's Mountain is what it's called.
Going is really no problem. It's coming down
that separates the living from the dead. Doctor,
a man simply cannot age 40 years in one night.
I wish I knew what to tell you, Mr. Johnson.
I saw George last evening at dinner. He was 35.
This morning, he's close to 80. But how could
that... He went where he had no business going.
Up Dead Man's Mountain. Is there some kind of
disease up there? Some germs? Some virus that
can age a man? None that is known to science.
Then how do you account for it? Probably the
Indian legend is correct. Some evil spirit up
there hates to be disturbed. Our mystery drama
Dead Man's Mountain was written especially for
the mystery theater by Sam Dan and stars Alan
Hewitt. I'll return shortly with act one. R .J.
Johnson sits at his desk. Yes, the RJ Johnson.
The mysterious, the remote RJ Johnson. I better
explain that. His ways are mysterious, except
when his plans include you. He is remote, except
when he wants something from you. Then his presence
can become an overwhelming reality. Some say
R .J. is the richest man in the world. Some say
he's the second, the third, the fourth richest.
Does it matter? All we need to know is that on
this particular morning, R .J. Johnson sits at
his desk as usual and is formulating plans to
buy or sell what? An industry? A government?
Somebody's So? Parker, I want us to maintain
our short position on consolidated industries.
It's bleeding down steadily and we should help
depress it a bit too. No, I'm not afraid of anything
like that. They won't get a government contract.
We can see to it. Pick up National Computer and
Starlight Oil. I want our full concentration
on those three. I'll call you back later. Yes,
Mrs. Dollar. Mr. Johnson, George Morrissey is
here. And about time. I want hourly reports on
Consolidated, National, and Starlight. The seat
with the parker can always reach me. Now, have
Morrissey come in. But sir, about Morrissey...
Is there a problem? Well, I... You were saying?
Perhaps I should have said... Mrs. Starlight,
are you all right? Perhaps I should have said...
There's a man outside who claims to be George
Morrissey. Mrs. Dollard, you know George Morrissey.
I thought I did. If there's any doubt, check
security. I did. Then that settles it. He could
never hope to get past the lobby elevators if
he weren't George Morrissey. Mr. Johnson, maybe
what I'm trying to say is there's a man out there
and I don't want him to be George Morrissey.
Have him come in here. Yes, sir. Mr. Johnson
will see you now. Do you see what I mean, Mr.
Johnson? Mrs. Dollard, is this your idea of a
practical joke? Who is this? Please, please,
RJ, don't yell at her. I can't stand noise. I...
George? Yes, George. You can't be George. Look
at me, RJ. Look at me. I can't believe it. You
don't want to believe it. What happened to you?
Please, please let me sit down. He walked out
of this office three weeks ago. Yes, yes, three
weeks ago. He was a man of 35 and now... Now
I know. I know. I look in the mirror. I could
be 75. His hair is all white. He's wrinkled.
Stupid. That's not the worst of it. I feel 75.
I couldn't even walk without this cane. George,
the first thing you have to do is tell me exactly
what happened. I... I was at Manitou Mountain
getting the development deal set, and RJ, listen,
we'll have to forget it. Give it up. What are
you saying? I'm saying forget it. Look at what
happened to me. They said, all the locals, they
said the mountain was haunted. Terrible things
would happen to anyone who went up there. Talk
sense. Can't you believe your eyes, R .J.? Look
at what happened to me. George, start at the
beginning. I couldn't get anyone to drive up
the mountain road. So I hired a car and drove
it myself. I drove it up the mountain and...
Yes, and? That's all I remember, R .J. I must
have passed out up there. But something did happen.
It's like a nightmare. I can't bring it into
focus. Just flashes of it. Terrible things. Be
specific. What kind of terrible things? Shapes.
Forms. Voices. Saying I was going to die. That
my life was falling away. That it was... It was
disappearing. What kind of shapes? What sort
of forms? I... I don't know. What size were they?
What color? I don't know. You say voices. What
kind? High? Low? Archie, I don't know. Were they
men? Voices? Women? I can't remember. I can't
remember. Now pull yourself together. Pull myself
together? Look at me. I'm an old man. I've been
robbed of half my life. Now think. How long did
you stay on the mountain? I... Somehow I have
managed to get the car turned around. I drove
back to town. I found a doctor. What's his name?
I don't know. What did he say? I can't remember.
R .J., I came here to warn you. The mountain.
It's haunted. It's cursed. Give up the project.
Mrs. Dollar, call Dr. Watterson. No. No. The
doctor can't help me anymore. But I can help
you RJ. Give it up. Give up the project. Dr.
Watterson? Ah yes, yes. Keep him on fluids and
whatever you do, see that he remains absolutely
calm. That was the resident. About George? No
change in his condition. Have you checked the
local doctor? The one who saw him first. Well,
we called him. He reports he treated a man of
about 70 for exhaustion. That's all you could
get out of him? That's all he had to say. And
what have you got to say, doctor? We find that
George Morrissey has the physical signs of a
man in his seventies. But you know very well
he is not in his seventies. Chronologically,
no. Medically, yes. Is there a disease that could
age a man so radically in so short a time? I
would say a man could be ravaged by some psychic
or physical attack, but Here we have no signs
of trauma These tissues organs nervous system
circulatory system They show the deterioration
that could only be caused by aging. Let's cut
through all this doctor. How did it happen? We
don't know. You don't know. Am I supposed to
buy this nonsense about a haunted mountain curses
and all that? I don't have the answer, R .J.
Walterson, over the years I have contributed
millions for medical research. I bought this
whole hospital for you. So, are you telling me
that now when I need some answers I'm not going
to get anything for my money? I'm telling you
that we have no answers at this time. Is it possible
that George could be faking? Why should he want
to fake? Answer my question. The answer's no.
I want to see him. He's very weak. Is it important?
I don't make unimportant requests. Well, just
for a minute or two at most. And please, don't
excite him. in the club championship and I was
named 13 Mall America. George. Girls, you should
see how the girls would fall all over me. George,
pay attention. Huh? Oh. Oh, it's you, R .J. Listen.
No, no, no, George. Don't try to sit up, but
I've got to talk to R .J. Listen, R .J. Are you
listening? I'm listening. Here's what happens
to you up there on the mountain. I remember,
you see. Now, I remember... R .J., don't excite
me. I accept full responsibility. Up there, on
that mountain, I was told you will lose that
which you value most. Told? You say told? How?
By whom? I don't know. How can we get anywhere
if you keep saying you don't know? Think. R .J.
I order you from this room. He's going to die
soon, anyhow. We have to get that information.
R .J., I will call security and have the guards
throw you out of here. No, no, doctor. No, leave
us alone. This is between R .J. and me. What
were you told, George? I wasn't really told.
It was more like a kind of feeling, an idea that
seemed to seep into me. And I realized... The
most important thing, what mattered most to me,
was my body. Talk sense. I'm talking sense, R
.J. And I began to lose my body. What do you
mean, lose your body? The way you really lose
it, to old age. Only, oh God, only I was losing
it then and there, and all at once. Is that what
you think happened, Marcy? But look, look, I
got away from there, you see. I got away just
before I would have died. But why? I should have
stayed. Look at me. What good am I now? Be calm
and practical, George. We have the greatest doctors
in the world here. We'll beat this thing. You
can still beat it, RJ. You. You can still beat
it. Just don't go near that mountain. Just give
up the project. You wanted me, Mr. Johnson. Has
Parker called while I was out? Yes, sir. He reported
in. Consolidated stock is still falling. That's
good. National computer is rising. And Starlight
Oil is doing well with the new government. Tell
them to increase our holdings. Try 10%. Now,
cancel the rest of today and all of tomorrow.
Yes, sir. Call Chuck Daly. I want him here in
three quarters of an hour. Uh, sir. What is it?
Well, Chuck's about to leave for Florida. His
daughter's getting married this afternoon. Tell
him he has to fly me up to the Manitou Mountain
area. But Mr. Johnson... Now, what is it, Mrs.
Dollard? You can't go up to Manitou Mountain.
Why not? You saw what happened. What did happen?
You saw George Morrissey. About George Morris,
either he caught a disease. But medical science
doesn't know of such a disease. Medical science
is constantly being surprised. Obviously, someone
does not want me to develop the Manitou Mountain
Resort complex. And perhaps they managed to buy
George Morrissey. But I would bet my life on
George Morrissey. You must never bet your life
on anybody, Mrs. Dollard. The nearest town to
Manitou Mountain is Lafayette Center. Reserve
a room for me there at the motel. But he is George
Morrissey. Fingerprints, dental records? Reserve
it under the name R .J. Smith. Mr. Johnson, are
you going up there alone? You know perfectly
well, Mrs. Dollar, that the way to get something
done is to do it yourself. But... Isn't it dangerous
for you to go? Mrs. Dollard, I have complete
freedom of action because, as you know very well,
practically nobody on the outside has the faintest
idea of what I look like. How many days do you
plan to spend with us, Mr. Smith? Well, that
all depends. On what? Do you suppose I could
hire a car and driver? Oh, let's see. I have
some cards here. Pick out any name. Tell them
Doris Evans over at the motel recommended you.
Do you mean I need a recommendation to hire a
car? Well, it's deer season. Can't expect a man
to concentrate on his business. I would think
you can if you pay him and he recognizes his
obligation. Well, I can see you're a very serious
-minded person, Mr. Smith. What brings you up
to our frivolous part of the world? I intend
to do some sightseeing. Sightseeing? I hear you
have some very beautiful country. Oh yes, we
do have a lot of very beautiful country up here.
Wild, unspoiled. And we aim to keep it that way
too. Now tell me, is there a doctor in town?
Oh, I hope nothing's wrong. Wouldn't want you
to get sick on us while you're here. No, I should
just be checked every now and then. Oh, well
we do have Dr. Stirling's. Does he have office
hours now? His office hours are when he's not
hunting or fishing. But I think he'd give up
a chance at a 12 -point buck for you. Why? Well,
he doesn't get an opportunity like this every
day. To do what? To treat the world -famous R
.J. Johnson. I see. How did you know I... Oh,
I'm sorry. Really, I shouldn't have given it
away. After all, if you want to call yourself
Mr. Smith, we should indulge that little conceit.
But how did you know? Mr. Johnson... The whole
town knows you're up here. Why, we've all been
waiting for you. We've all been waiting. Waiting
for what reason? Had they also been waiting for
George Morrissey? And George was only R .J. Johnson's
hired man. We'll be back shortly with Act Two.
One of the world's wealthiest men sits in the
tiny lobby of a small motel in an out -of -the
-way village somewhere in the Adirondacks. And
suddenly he feels that all of his money and power
somehow seem to be very far away at this anxious
moment. You say the whole town's been waiting
for me, Mrs. Evans? Yes, we've been waiting.
Why? Well, you... You own us now. I own you.
In a manner of speaking. You own all the land
that surrounds this village. I would think of
myself as more of a neighbor. We don't think
your plans for the area will make you a good
neighbor. You had your chance to protest against
the project at the hearing. And we did. And after
the legislature weighed all the pros and cons,
they acted in the interests of the entire state,
not your narrow provincial prejudices. You really
believe that, don't you? I certainly do. But
we know why certain votes went a certain way.
Do you? Suppose you tell me. We know there was
bribery and pressure. Really? None of this was
found by the special prosecutor's office. Well,
I must admit, though, I admire your courage.
My courage? To come up here, all alone, without
your... Just a minute, Mrs. Evans. Oh, they have
clean fingernails, excellent manners, college
degrees. But they help you to steal and cover
your tracks. In that sense, they're no better
than common thugs. You really believe that, don't
you? And let me set you straight. I have never
done anything illegal. You can't be serious.
No court has ever found me guilty of any crime.
Congratulations. But here's what I am guilty
of. Success. And this has earned me the envy
and the hatred of millions of people. But that's
human nature. I understand that. What I don't
understand is the attitude of the people in this
town. I'm not taking anything from you. I'm going
to make every one of you rich. Can't you believe
it? Oh yes, we believe it. Do you have any idea
how property values in this town will skyrocket
when the development is here? Yes, indeed. Then
why is everybody so unhappy? You know, you remind
me of my husband. My late husband, that is. In
what way? He was an unsuccessful version of you.
He also worshipped money. But he didn't know
how to make it. What happened to your husband?
He went up to what your investment brochure calls
Manitou Mountain. Dead Man's Mountain, we call
it around here, and it... Well, it killed him.
How could the mountain kill him? It's an old
Indian legend. Unless your conscience is completely
clear, that mountain will kill you. Well, it
killed poor Sidney Evans, rest is so. Killed
him? How? He was discovered at the foot of it.
He was completely shriveled. There must be an
explanation. Doc Stallings never found it. He
just wrote it up as death due to... Causes unknown.
Stallings is, after all, only a country doctor.
That's right, he is. Tell me, how do your high
-powered city doctors explain Mr. Morrissey?
Well, you know about Mr. Morrissey. The whole
town knows about Mr. Morrissey. Poor Mr. Morrissey.
He went up there. Something he had no business
doing. I must correct that. He had every business
doing it. He was my agent inspecting my property
on orders from me. But the fact is, he went up
there. and the mountain got him. Have other people
met with mysterious results after climbing that
mountain? Oh, very few and far between. We may
be just country folk up here, but we learn from
experience. Are you Dr. Stallings? Well, look
who's here. They said you'd be out fishing. Oh,
that's never a bad guess, but it takes two and
the trout won't play. I'd like to talk to you.
Sure. I'm willing to pay you for a consultation.
Oh, I intend to charge you. Well? Well what?
Well, aren't you going to come up here out of
the water? Well, you see, I got my eye out for
a certain brown trout. So you just tell me your
symptoms and I'll decide whether I have to examine
you. An employee of mine. You treated him recently.
George Morrissey. Oh, him. What happened to George
Morrissey? Well, I met him at the motel. It was
a Thursday night. I go there for dinner whenever
Doris Evans serves pot roast. Hey, you're lucky.
She's having it tonight. About Mr. Morrissey.
Oh, he was a serious kind of fella. Not like
you. Same no nonsense. Let's get right down to
it attitude. I'm only interested in what happened
tomorrow happened Well, he wanted to hire somebody
to drive him up to Dead Man's Mountain and nobody
would do it. That's right. Why? Well, you've
been told why by now I'm sure I'm asking you
why I'll tell you the same thing That's impossible.
Why is it impossible? Oh, I see what you think
It's all right for the simple -minded hicks up
here to swallow that superstitious nonsense,
but me, I'm a doctor. A product of a highly sophisticated
specialized education. That's exactly what I'm
thinking. Well think again, because I believe
it too. There has to be a reasonable, logical,
rational explanation for what happened to George
Morrissey. Oh there is, there is. He offended
the spirit of the mountain. Oh, you consider
that reasonable, logical, rational? Would you
feel better if I said there's something up in
that mountain, a virus, a bacillus, a fungus,
which somehow causes immediate aging? It would
be a more rational explanation. You mean more
acceptable. I want to know what you believe,
and I'll pay you for it. I believe the evidence.
If you go up there, you can die. Why? Because
a great spirit lives up there and he values his
privacy. That's impossible. I saw George Morrissey
at dinner one night. A vigorous, athletic looking
man in his 30s. I saw him again the following
evening. A broken old man, half dead. And you
explain it with this half -baked legend. Well,
how do your city doctors with all their modern
facilities explain it? Your Dr. Watterson, a
world -famous diagnostician, he called me. He
asked me. This thing has to be cleared up. Why?
What's wrong with a nice quiet mystery? If word
of this becomes general, it can destroy the entire
project. Is that bad? Millions of people will
be deprived of an opportunity to enjoy helpful
recreation in a fresh country environment. Ah,
but it won't be fresh country, you see. You'll
have super highways, and smoke, and noise, and
honky -tonk resorts. I'm convinced that you people
are up to something. Well, you tell me what.
I don't know. But I assure you, I have the resources
to find out. Well, if you ever do. Let me know.
Well, did you find Doc Stallings? My secretary
should have called me on the hour. Oh, she did.
We serve dinner till 9 .30, but the best time
to eat's around six. From then on, it's leftovers.
I'll have a sandwich sent up to my room. Oh,
you're joking. I don't tell jokes. You mean...
All you want for dinner is a sandwich? Mrs. Evans,
food is merely fuel. The body is just a machine,
and so my tastes are very simple. Whom do rich
men think they impress when they say they have
simple tastes? Do you have a wife? I never married.
Well, so far we've eliminated wine and women.
I can see by looking at you that there isn't
too much song. What do you do with all your money?
I make it grow. Well, whatever you do, don't
go up that mountain. I don't think I need any
more advice from anyone around here. I would
like to place a call to New York. You go up,
up that mountain, and when you come down, you'll
be penniless. You have my secretary's number
there. Please put it through. Just remember,
I told you. It's exactly five minutes past four,
Mrs. Dollard. I know that, sir. Why haven't you
heard from Parker? I'm expecting a call any moment.
Any moment was not his orders. I specifically
directed him to report on the hour. Yes, sir.
Why is there a delay? I don't know. Well, find
out. Mr. Johnson, I'm only human. What did you
say, Mrs. Dollard? Mrs. Dollard? Operator? Operator!
We'll see here, Mrs. Evans. Oh, Mr. Johnson,
I was just trying to reach your room. I've been
cut off in the middle of a crucial telephone
call. Carlotta, the phone company operator. She
just told me that we can't get through to New
York for a bit. What are you saying? Well, you've
seen those signs along the roads. Look out for
falling rocks. Well, we just had a pretty good
slide on Route 640. Well, I must talk to New
York. A lot of wires are down, but Ev Bailey
and his boys will have it fixed before long.
Oh! Hi, Doc. Hello, Doris. And why does the celebrated
R .J. Johnson look so agitated? Well, he can't
make a phone call. Oh, my, my, my. You know,
Mr. Johnson, as a physician, I have a prescription
that could keep you healthy and happy for years.
Doctor, I'm in no mood for your folksy philosophy.
I have to make a phone call. Don't you want to
hear my prescription? How long will it take to
repair the lines? Long? Maybe an hour. An hour?
Maybe less. I would prescribe the following.
Chuck it all, Mr. Johnson. Give it up. Settle
down here. and marry Doris. I'm not sure I'd
want to marry him, Doc. I am not out to marry
anybody. Oh, why not? What's going on in this
town? Are you people crazy? Where's the police
station? The police station? Well, we do have
a sheriff. Send for him. What do you want the
sheriff for? There has to be some kind of plot.
Where can I find the sheriff? You don't have
to find him. He's coming in the door right now.
Hi, Elwood. Even folks a gentleman here wants
to see you Elwood. Yes, sir Sheriff I need your
help That's what we're here for sir. My name
is RJ Johnson pleased to meet you sheriff these
people are trying to these people are trying
to Yes, sir. These people are out to do me harm
Which people among others these two? But Doc
Stalin here is the greatest guy you'd ever hope
to meet. Matter of fact, he takes care of me.
And I personally vouch for Doris. She's my sister.
A very nice, tidy little town. And the natives
are so friendly and obliging. And so concerned
with your well -being. But right now, R .J. Johnson
feels overwhelmed by their solicitude, as if
he is being literally killed with kindness. We'll
return shortly with Act Three. Are the people
of Lafayette Center... the kindly, generous -hearted
folks they seem to be? Or is this a place of
evil, where death waits for strangers, especially
a wealthy stranger like R .J. Johnson? How are
these good people out to harm you, Mr. Johnson?
I don't know, Sheriff, but something is going
on, and I demand protection until I can get some
of my own people up here. You've got to appreciate
my position, Mr. Johnson. There's nothing I can
do unless you make a choice. Well, we're only
trying to help him, Elwood. You see, I look at
this man's face and I hear the tension in his
voice, and I see his color, you know? So I say
to him, change your way of life. Settle down
up here. Is that harming him? Well, it doesn't
seem like it. I recommend a more regular routine.
And we both keep warning him, stay away from
Dead Man's Mountain. Mr. Johnson? You couldn't
get better advice from your best friend well
now I see how this works a little bit of psychological
warfare Doc what's he talking about? I'll tell
you what I'm talking about For reasons best known
to yourselves you people are determined to keep
strangers at a distance We only be too happy
if more folks move up here, and so you invented
this nonsense about a cursed and haunted mountain
But why? You know why, Sheriff. Because to any
man of intelligence and courage, it presents
a challenge. But before a man goes up there,
you prepare him. Well, gentlemen, you can stay
and listen to all this. I've got to serve dinner.
By all means, Mrs. Evans. We can continue this
discussion at the table. Oh? I thought all you
wanted was a sandwich. Oh, no. Tonight, I'm having
all the trimmings. Here you are, Mr. Johnson.
Thank you. Hot rose, mashed potatoes, peas and
carrots. Now that's a cure for whatever... Hold
on. Dr. Stallings, change plates with me, please.
Why? It's the same portion. Except I always give
you a little bit less. Would you mind changing
plates, doctor? No, not if you tell me why. Since
I'm going up to the mountain, there could be
something in this food. A drug path. Oh, I like
that. Very well, Mr. Johnson. Here, have it your
way. You say you're going up the mountain? Yes.
After all we told you? I'm going up that mountain
to prove that it's just an ordinary piece of
undeveloped country real estate. Can you stop
him? Why would everybody want to stop me? Well,
look what it did to your Mr. Morrissey. Suppose
for the sake of argument. There is something
dangerous up there and it gets me Isn't that
to your interest? Without me there can't be a
development project. Well, we have a more basic
interest. We have obligations as human beings.
Well Now I will need a car. There's a road I
assume. Oh, yes, sir. They jump to the top But
why go now at night because the word should get
around R. J. Johnson drove up this this dead
man's mountain, as you call it, in the dead of
night and just as calmly drove down again. But
Mr. Johnson, really? You have something to learn,
Mrs. Evans. You think a man becomes rich through
trickery, violence, and all manner of illegal,
immoral, and unethical acts. I never said that.
But you believe it. Tonight, you're going to
discover how I became rich by daring to do what
other people consider impossible. It's that simple.
I would still advise you to keep away from that
mountain. Let's end the little game, Doctor.
I have humored all you people long enough. Well,
very well. How do you account for George Morrissey?
Very simple. George Morrissey is not R .J. Johnson.
Does the spirit of the mountain, going along
with the legend, kill everyone whose conscience
is not clear? Very well. I'm safe. My conscience
is on blemish and what I still think you should
stop him the sheriff has no right to interfere
I'm merely inspecting my own property now. He's
right cars a little exercise in morality here
Who would care to accompany me? You look down
on you are the pillars of virtue You mean there
isn't a clear conscience among the three of you
I'll drive you. Doris. Doris, what are you saying?
He's challenged us. But Doris, you know you can't
fight the mountain. Well, we can't let somebody
else get killed up there either. But what can
you do? Well, at the first sign of anything suspicious,
I can turn the car around. Mr. Johnson, you've
got yourself a driver, and I suggest we leave
right now. The moon goes down early around here.
Oh, first I have to call New York. But the lines
are still down. How do you know? Carlotta will
let us know when they're fixed. Maybe I'd better
wait. Oh. Don't tell me you're starting to have
second thoughts. I have some very important things
to check out. We can drive to the top of the
mountain and back again in an hour. How do you
know? Have you done it before? No, just a guess.
And I'm ready if you are. Well? What is it, Mrs.
Evans? Well, we're here. We're at the foot of
Dead Man's Mountain. And there, you see, on your
right, is the dirt road that leads upward. How
far? Oh, I don't know. Well, what are we waiting
for? You won't change your mind, Mr. Johnson.
No. I still don't understand why you have to
do this. This is another reason why I'm a rich
man. I buy stock, nobody else believes it. I
finance schemes other people think are harebrained.
I back men no one else will work with. And I
climb mountains everyone else is scared by. I'm
climbing this mountain too. Then you also deserve
to be rich. Well do we go ahead or do we turn
back? One must always go ahead Mrs. Evans. Then
here goes. All right. I guess. You guess? How
do you feel? I don't have to guess. I know. I
feel great. It should be interesting. What? Let's
assume all you people are right. This mountain
is haunted by a great spirit who strikes down
all who have guilt. Which one of us do you suppose
he'll strike down? Well, I don't have a guilty
conscience. I wonder about that. I heard the
doctor say you had a weakness for men with problems.
Your late husband, maybe he didn't have problems,
maybe you had the problems. No, we all have problems.
Stop for a moment. What's the matter? I think
I heard somebody. I haven't heard a sound. Listen.
He's looking after George Morrissey. I don't
know you out here. Did you hear him? There's
no one around but you and me. Now that I think
of it, that's such a strange way for Watterson
to talk to me. He would never have the guts to
say that unless he knew something. Look, I think
we'd better turn around. No, no, no. I think
I'm learning something. Watterson, do you know
that Watterson is Parker's son -in -law? Who's
Parker? My administrative assistant. He executes
all my orders. Suppose Consolidated Industries
is not going down. Suppose it's starting to go
up. Suppose Parker is still holding on. Oh, come
on, Mr. Johnson. Just relax, huh? Now, if it's
too much for you up here, let's turn back. Tell
me, Mrs. Evans, how did you know I'd be here?
Well, we just assumed. No one told you? Who would
tell us? A pilot. My pilot. I didn't even know
you had one. He may have been put out because
I made him fly me here on his daughter's wedding
day. Oh? Well, that really wasn't nice. I pay
him enough, but he didn't. No! Listen. I don't
hear anything. Shush, Dressen! There. I'm only
human, Mr. Johnson. I'm only human. Why would
she answer me like that? If she didn't know something.
I don't hear a thing, Mr. Johnson. I'm only human.
I'm only human. Let me tell you about her. She's
quiet. She's almost mousy. But she's ambitious,
I can tell. I've made her a rich woman. She's
in on it. She's in on it, too. She and Parker
and Morrissey, they worked it out. And you're
in on it, too. Me? They wanted me out of the
way. And so all of you got together. You worked
up this phony scheme. But we're going to turn
back. Answer the phone. What phone? Answer it.
Hello? Mrs. Dollard. Who are you talking to?
My secretary. She hung up on me. How could she
hang up? There's no phone. Consolidated is going
up. But there's no stock market at night. Mr.
Johnson, it's going crazy. National computer
is going down. Have Parker sell at once. I can't
find Parker. Mrs. Dollard. I don't know how much
money I've lost so far. Oh, please, listen. You
have nothing to be afraid of. It's just a legend.
Who can be sure it's true? Oh, sure, we local
people push it to scare away developers. I feel
weak, as if I lost a lot of blood. Listen, you
are R .J. Johnson. You're not to be taken in
with this superstitious nonsense. Fight it off!
I can't. I'm trying. But all my strength is going.
My money. It's disappearing. Your money isn't
your strength. It is, it is. I have nothing else.
Please answer the phone for me. I can hardly
lift the receiver. The rebel government just
nationalized starbite oil. What is well, what
did you say mrs. Dollard mrs. Dollard mr. Johnson,
we're leaving What If it happened everything
Everything I was afraid of happened Consolidated
went up national went down and Nothing happened.
It's all your imagination. Mr. Johnson. Mr. Johnson.
Come to me. Mr. Johnson. He's dead. How? Why?
Doris, I don't know. There isn't a mark. sign
on him. It's as if all the force and vital energy
just left his body. Well, maybe it's all for
the best. He was in trouble. Trouble? It was
on the news. Some of his holdings went haywire
for some reason. Three big companies. He's out
millions. He may have died just in time. A mountain.
A mountain. What what about the mountain it's
true Every word we say about it It's true. Oh,
come on sis. How can it be true? The mountain
killed him. He took away his money. Doris. Are
you all right? I Don't know yet. I wonder What
did it due to me. Well, what did it do to Doris?
Everybody loses what he values most up on Dead
Man's Mountain, as the saying goes. Maybe Doris
had fallen in love with RJ, and thus the mountain
robbed her too. I'll be back shortly. haunted
mountains. Did this one cause certain stocks
to go up and down one day recently? It certainly
seems no more far -fetched than some of the explanations
people have for the market. The cast in our exercise
in The Extraordinary included Alan Hewitt, Reiner
Rayburn, William Redfield, and Robert Dryden.
The entire production was under the direction
of Hyman Brown. Now, a preview of our next tale.
The only way to learn how to swim is to jump
in the water, right? I simply can't make you
understand, can I? Well, maybe I can make you
understand. Ah, forget it. You want to get that
dinner ready? I'm hungry. Yes, yes, I'm going
now. Look, why don't you change first? Change?
Yeah, yeah. You're close. Get more comfortable.
Yes, I think I'd like to do that, George. I won't
be long. George! George, there's a dog on our
bed! A horrible big dog! Take it easy. That's
my surprise. That's it. Tell him. This is E .G.
Marshall inviting you to return to our mystery
theater for another adventure in the macabre.
Until next time, pleasant dreams.