Come in. Welcome. I'm E .G. Marshall. Welcome
to the world of terrifying imagination. Make
yourself comfortable for the moment. You know,
evil has a vitality that defies time. Its power
can be curbed, denied, defeated, but only temporarily.
And when it returns, its force is more malevolent
than ever. We've all been to dark places and
felt the presence of evil. And we've all seen
things beyond our power of understanding. But
like Tom Fairly we field our explanations for
everything Or are there cold? bitter cold The
smell and decayed Frank Frank No, no, no, no,
he's unconscious. We'll talk to him later Forgot,
did your men find anything else? Just some grass
It's curious, Tom. I don't see anything, Krauss.
Yes, you do, Tom, but it doesn't mean anything
to you. You weren't here when we found Flip.
The area is flattened, and there's the same strange
discoloration. What's all this got to do with
Frank here? I don't know. But I promise you,
I'll find out. Our mystery drama, Frankenstein
Revisited, was written especially for the Radio
Mystery Theater by Milt Wisoff and stars Michael
Wager and Leon Janney. It is sponsored in part
by Anheuser -Busch Incorporated, Brewers of Budweiser,
and by the Kellogg Company, makers of Kellogg's
Special K Cereal. I'll be back with Act One.
We move now from the friendly people who make
these broadcasts possible to the monsters who
will make it impossible for you to sleep, I hope.
Our drama opens on a story conference in a Madison
Avenue bar. It will end, I assure you, in terror
and fear. Over here. Here, Tom. You sure picked
a great place for our meeting. Hell, you're late.
I didn't have to fight my way through the mob
at the bar. I might have been here sooner. All
right, what's on your mind, Frank? Well, I've
been looking for a special that we can use as
a springboard for our new horror series. And
what's more appropriate than the old Frankenstein
legend. You mean Boris Karloff and his magic
electrons? No, Tom. Not the hokey monster brought
to life by the mad scientist. That was cooked
up by Mary Shelley. It doesn't rate with the
gothic tale everyone in Germany knows about the
infamous Baron von Frankenstein and his terrible
death. It's got all the elements of a superb
spook show. What's more, this is the 400th anniversary
of the Baron's death. So what? So this old buddy.
The monster is reputed to return every century
looking for fresh blood. Ah, it won't work, Frank.
I was stationed near Darmstadt, only a stone's
throw away from the Frankenstein Castle at World
War I. I've seen the place. It doesn't look like
much. Even the burial crypt has been turned into
a potato cellar. Well, how about the incidents
you mentioned at cocktails the other night? That's
what really put me onto the show. Oh, those killings
I blabbed about had nothing to do with any monster.
The police were satisfied the murders were committed
by a fanatical group of neo -Nazis who called
themselves the Werewolves. Who's going to be
interested in a defunct castle on an anniversary
nobody celebrates? Well, they will this year.
We're going to billboard the 400th anniversary
with a gala festival. Well, who's going to show?
The peasants used to have a fit when I even mentioned
the Baron's name. That was almost 30 years ago.
Oh, they'll come. We're going to have sausage
and beer, fireworks, and a dandy house of horrors
to set the stage for our countdown to midnight.
A fake documentary, paper mache, razzle -dazzle.
The storyline is sound. It should scare the heck
out of people. Now, if you don't want to direct
the special, then speak up. Alright, alright,
cut me in. Good. Now come on, square with me,
Tom. Why all the bull about the potato seller?
You don't want to go back there, do you? No,
Frank, I don't like the place. Then why not back
out? I don't feel you're reveling. Fuck, Frank,
Frank. I want to keep on directing for the network.
I won't let anything stand in my way. Not you,
not the gray hairs creeping up on me. Not even
Frankenstein and his blasted castle. Just let
me leave this one thought with you. We'll see
how much you enjoy the scene when midnight approaches.
I'd like to hear the two -new whistle when the
wind howls. Mr. Larkin. Mr. Larkin here. Oh,
so good to see you again. And you too, Mr. Fairlay.
How are you? Klaus, I'd like you to meet our
little company. This is Eileen Garrett, who will
play the Baron's ward, Laura. And the charming
one, I'm sure. Him, I like. And Flip Johnson,
also known in the industry as The Voice. He'll
do the descriptive background at the festival
and the castle, the interviews with the man on
the street. He will also double as Rolf. the
suitor for Eileen's hand. That won't take much
acting. In that case, you might do. This is Klaus
Folger, our local representative, who'll be our
strong right hand during the production. When
do we meet Mr. Helmut? Very soon. You'll find
he makes an admirable bow. That's very strange.
I've never heard of him. Oh, he's quite a well
-known actor, I assure you. Now I think it's
time to leave for the castle. It's not the plaza,
but I hope you'll find it comfortable. Yeah,
I'm sure we will. Who goes with whom? There's
enough room in the limousine for all of you.
The baggage will fall on a small wagon... truck.
How about you, Claus? Aren't you coming with
us? No, Frank, I will see that the baggage is
not consigned to Munich by mistake. But I will
join you later. I wonder what Mr. Helmert, our
baron, is like. I have a feeling... Oh, Eileen,
now you sound like gloom and doom fairly. He's
probably just another average run -of -the -mill
weirdo. You've done a great job, Klaus. Even
the crew is happy in the trailers. I like my
room fine. A bit drasty when the drapes are open,
but the comforters will keep me warm, I'm sure.
How about this lunch? I haven't had wild boars
since the last time I was here. Oh, is that what
it was? Tasted like suckling pig. I see. Klaus!
Why don't you get the ball rolling? The details
on the Frankenstein legend. Oh, it's not a complicated
story. The hated aristocrat who exercised all
the prerogatives of his position in this village
almost 400 years ago. And merciful beatings,
torture, and death, thought he considered affronts
to his person. This was his home. Hmm, be it
ever so humble. The Baron lived here with his
ward lower, but... He was a subtly evil man and
hardly behaved all the like an uncle should.
Tomorrow is the anniversary of the Baron's death.
400 years ago, the Baron had a spectacular scene
in a castle with Laura and her suitor Rolf. He
mounted his horse and rode off into the woods.
Someone or something ripped him from his horse
and tore him to pieces. And the legend says that
every century the monster that killed the Baron
returns. That's about it. We'll be doing this
direct from the scene tomorrow night. We'll have
a short run through this evening. Look for places
to spot mics and pick out locations. Flip will
stroll through the woods and give us a little
ad -lib color. Will there be a crowd there? Not
in the woods, Flip, baby. Just you and the Baron
and the other monster. Aw, how calm. Because
no one in this area will venture into the woods
after dark. Tomorrow night, the anniversary eve,
they may not even stir out of their homes. Is
that right, Klaus? Possibly. People here are
very superstitious. Oh, are they? Why don't you
explain what happened a hundred years ago on
the last anniversary? I was not yet born. Yeah,
but you know what happened? A man was found dead.
Dead, Klaus? He was butchered, wasn't he? Torn
to shreds? And his head was found at the foot
of the hill. This is it. Oh, I hate to admit
it Klaus, but Tom may have a point about the
castle grounds It is kind of tacky. Well, I'm
not sure I agree It's not much but I'm really
frightened. Come on now princess. You're letting
that creeps tail get under your skin. There's
nothing here, but battered stone and dirt Reminds
me of my pad. I get bad vibes. It reminds me
of a trip I took to Central America years ago.
The ruined pyramids, the bloody altars where
thousands were sacrificed to bloodthirsty gods.
It had the same aura of evil. You are most perceptive,
Miss Garrett. Evil is everywhere. Who are you?
I am... Paul Helmut. He will play the Baron in
our production. How did you know my name? No
mystery about that. You are the only actress
in the cast. Of course. Oh, forgive me, Mr. Helmut.
You came upon us so suddenly. Yeah, but where
did you come from? I never saw you. From the
Baron's bedroom. A passage leads directly here.
The place is honeycombed with such passages.
But there are no other cars around. How did you...
I arrived here several days ago. You've been
here several days alone? Oh, I don't think I'd
enjoy that. I like to get into character, Miss
Garrett. Well, now that we're all together, I'd
like, uh, Flip to walk through the woods and
give us his impressions. Oh, swell off the top
of my head? Exactly. Anything you see and feel,
don't force it. I want this played low -key.
Sound natural. It'll help build the finish. He's
all hooked up, Frank. He can start at any time.
Well, listen, are you gonna tape this? Yes, but
only so that we have a record of it. Tomorrow
is for keeps. Go, Tiger. Get the demons in the
woods. Well, I'd play the scene better if Eileen
kept me company. No, there's no moon flip. And
I'd hardly call this a romantic serving. Well,
romance is where you find it, Mama. Is everything
set, Klaus? Yes. My assistant is about a hundred
yards in. Flip should be just about there now.
I don't want to interfere, Frank, but just what's
going on? Little surprise for our boy. It should
make Flip less flip. Yeah, we have our men placed
slightly off the path. He will make small noises,
sounds, you know, create an atmosphere. Does
Flip know? Of course not. That would defeat our
purpose. Flip reacts beautifully. It will all
be a surprise to him. Frank, that's a dirty trick.
Suppose something happens. Oh, now what can possibly
happen? It's just a small forest, trees, and
grass. Well, I don't like it. Flip? Flip? It's
no use, Miss Gallat. He cannot hear you. Hey,
Claus, give your man a cue and bring Flip in.
Yeah. I'm about a quarter of a mile into Baron
Frankenstein's woods, and it's pretty much Dovesville
so far. I was just thinking how strange it is.
I haven't seen any animals around. Wait a minute.
I think I just heard something. Probably a rabbit.
I hope. Hey, that goes again. Weird. Everything's
so deathly still, and then suddenly just the
faintest whisper of a sound like... Like something
dragging. Hey, who's there? Do you think you're
frightening me? Okay, I'll go in after you. The
eyes. I can see them glowing. My God, it can't
be. Oh no, it's... it's... Howard said, some
find tongues in trees, books in running brooks,
and sermons in stones. Obviously, Flip saw and
heard a great deal more in Frankenstein's woods.
Or did he? Perhaps we shall know more when I
return shortly with Act Two. Are there more things
in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in our
philosophy? Is there something in Frankenstein's
woods that defies rational explanation? Or was
Flip Johnson the victim of his own imagination?
Perhaps if we push on with our little tale, we
shall have the answer. Flip. Flip, are you all
right? Well, wait a minute. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
What happened? I don't know. I was just strolling
along, and wham, the lights went out. What did
you see? Nothing. But we heard you, Flip. The
eyes, you said. The eyes. Wait a minute. What
are you talking about? I saw nothing. We have
it on tape. You complained about the cold. And
the strange lights, the eyes that burn bright.
You said it was impossible. All I remember is
waking up and there you were. I mean, standing
right over me. What did your men find, Klaus?
Let me show you, Frank. Here we are. The point
where Flip started to run. You can see the prints.
Now we follow along for a few yards. And here
we have a burned circle. In the middle, discolored.
As if the grass had been frozen. Frank, is this
something that you... We had nothing to do with
that, did we, Klaus? He's right. I admit we arranged
a few effects, but nothing more. No, we would
have had to have special refrigerating equipment.
Well below zero to make such marks. Well, how
do you like it, folks? Fantastic. Instant carnival
by Frank Larkin. Oh, no, no, Tom. Give credit
where it's due. Klaus engineered the whole setup.
It was not so difficult. We have a long tradition
of festivals here. I could almost enjoy this
if only... Don't forget it, Eileen. Nothing really
happened. Flip just got panicky and ran. He fell,
blacked out. He'll be all right. Eh, Klaus, are
we set in the house of horrors? Yeah, we can
go at any time. Good. You all know the routine.
You already have good coverage in town and at
the zoo. Let's zero in on the big scene. All
right. We'll pick up Flip and Eileen as the Baron's
ward Laura. Now, you flip her her suit of Ralph,
and you meet her at the House of Horrors. I'll
take over, Frank, if you don't mind. I'd like
to earn my credits. Yeah, there's counting on
that, Tom. The show's all yours. You ready, Klaus?
All set, Mr. Fairley. All right, slated, Klaus.
scene 12 take one and Action the Baron is not
expected before tonight dearest not until quite
late. I think I shall stay here forever It is
so enchanting I'm sick of formality Roth I'm
bored with the same walls the same faces the
same small talk and the same guardian I Feel
almost free here, then why not leave come away
with me Once when I was a child. My father took
me to such a fair. He filled me with cakes and
pink drinks. Yes, and you always got sick. Oh,
but it was worth it. I enjoyed it so. Oh, look,
Laura, look. This is the House of Horrors. This
doesn't look so horrible. All tinsel and paint.
Come inside with me. All right, cut. Hey, that
was right on the nose, kids. It's a perfect first
take. Oh, good. All right, that's it for now.
We'll pick up the woods near the castle at eight
tonight. Just take it easy until then. Uh, Klaus,
you'll have your crew setting up at seven, right?
At seven, Mr. Fairley. Honey, you in a hurry?
No, no, why? Well, how about a chance with the
House of Horrors? Give you the five dollar tour?
Oh, I could use the exercise. Good. You pick
the passage, we'll follow it. Let me see. Hippity,
gibbity. Vipaty, Zam. Zam it is. Oh, this reminds
me of my first date. Oh, first dates are creepy.
Mine had a war lie. And mine took me to the tunnel
of love. Our first kiss was an orthodontist nightmare.
Braces rubbing against braces. We sent out sparks
that lit the tunnel. It's too bad we're past
the braces stage. You know, Tom... That's the
first time I've heard you laugh since we started
this trip. There's nothing much to laugh at.
Was it that bad? Yep. I get the feeling I'm reliving
the whole thing. I don't know why. Well, I'm
a pretty good listener, Tom. You want to talk
about it? No, why not? It was 45 and the war
was just over. We'd been through some rough times
and we were sent here for R &R. R &R? No, rest
and recreation. Oh. Seemed like heaven at first.
So peaceful, no noise, no bloodshed. But it turned
sour. Some of my buddies got blown away. Did
they ever discover who did it? No, not a clue.
The army command blamed the neo -Nazis, the werewolves.
But the townspeople were convinced it had something
to do with the mad baron. It's a bad scene. And
you? I believe when I see. But it did shake me.
I'm glad Flip is all right. So am I. But not
for the same reason. Oh, look, Tom. Flip and
I are just friends. Casual friends. That's the
best news I've had in days. What's that up ahead?
Looks like a treadle. Well, what are we waiting
for? Treadles are for treading. Step on it. You
have disturbed my slumber. I will have revenge.
That's one heck of an effect. The barren and
non -living rubber expanding before your very
eyes. This would be sensational at Mesa's parade.
Class didn't overlook a thing. It should go over
big with the tourists and the people in the village.
On the contrary. After the first person sees
this, it will keep them away. Helmut, where did
you come from? What are you doing here? Just
visiting. Oh, you startled us. I know. I seem
to have the same effect on the people in town.
You, uh... You know, you look familiar to me.
I've seen you before, but I can't remember where.
Shadows and half -light make strange impressions.
I wonder if you can give me a hand, Mr. Fairley.
With what? Something I found in a recess back
there. Okay, lead the way. What is it? I don't
know. Signs have digging. I was about to see
what it was when I heard your voices. Here. Hey,
you're right, Helmut. Those are fresh marks.
Don't come any closer, I mean. What is it? A
wild boar, I think. What's left of it? It's not
a pretty sight. It's literally been ripped apart.
I understand. It will be all over tonight. No,
no. No, we'll finish the rest back in the States.
You can count on that. What was that all about?
The town council. They want us out, as soon as
possible. They were polite, but firm. Too many
things been happening. Flip, and then the dead
bore. The word's getting around, and it's becoming
amplified, needs telling. Did your visit to town
pay off? I think so. It was tough getting permission
to go through the old records. The clerk of the
city hall was the perfect bureaucrat. He insisted
on an application countersigned by his boss.
I threatened to go to the burgermeister and he
gave in. Well, how about the newspaper? They
were reluctant, too, but greedy. A few marks
and the right palm paved the way. Well... All
right, see for yourself. Here's a reproduction
of the paper's front page a hundred years ago.
Take a squint at the guy who was separated from
his head. I don't know. It's pretty well faded.
Look at the eyes on the forehead. It could be,
I suppose. And here's a print of an oil painting
of the original Baron von Frankenstein. I believe
Mr. Fairley thinks the picture resembles me.
Alright, Helmut, where the devil did you come
from? This old castle is honeycombed with secret
passages. And you just keep wandering through
them like you know where you are? I have been
exploring some for days. You know, Tom, there
is a resemblance. A trick of your imagination.
I knew I'd seen you somewhere before. You're
talking nonsense, gentlemen. I could not possibly
have been here a century ago, let alone 400 years.
How about 30 years ago? I was only a child then.
What about your family? I have none. They were
killed in the war. Does that satisfy you, Mr.
Larkin? I don't know about Frank, but it sure
doesn't clear things up for me. Stay inside until
midnight, Helmut. Understand? Perfectly. And
stay out of the passages until the show's been
recorded. I don't want any more surprises. I
don't know. This place is beginning to get me.
I'll be glad to get it over with. Dinner is ready.
We'll eat in here tonight. Just as long as it
isn't boar. Hey, uh, where's Armine? She has
a headache. I'd better go up and see if I can
do anything for her. It's not necessary. I've
sent some food up to her. I have some bad news.
Three members of the crew quit. They were always
frightened of the townspeople. Bad news? That's
all we need. I have replaced them, but with such
short notice, I'm afraid, I've not been able
to run up the most competent technicians. I don't
imagine what's happened today helped much. Oh,
that's all right, Klaus. I know you've done your
best, and we'll just keep our fingers crossed.
Hey, pass the salad, will you, Tom? Nothing stops
your appetite, does it, Flip? No, I'm just a
growing boy, Tom. I need fuel for my engines.
What's that? It's just behind that wall. Impossible.
There's nothing there. You keep trying the wall.
There may be a passage there. I'm going to a
room. I'm with you. Look, the place is a mess.
If anything's happening, I'll leave. I know,
Tom. Look. Footsteps in blood. They lead up to
the panel. All right, let's knock a hole in it.
It's no use. It's oak. It's several inches thick.
Here. Press this carving. Where did you come
from, Helmut? We'll talk about that later. Hey,
look, it's moving. And there she is. Eileen.
Eileen. Eileen, honey. Here. Yeah, that's good.
She's coming around. Are you all right, Eileen?
I think so. What happened? Well, I was lying
in bed, trying to pull myself together. It was
dark and cold. Suddenly I felt something in the
room. I sat upright, but I couldn't see anything.
I knew it was there. I stepped off the bed, felt
something warm and sticky. I panicked and ran.
Next thing I knew, I was being held. And then...
nothing. You... you fainted. I suppose so. But
just as I was going out... I heard my name. Who
was it? I don't know. It was just a whisper.
A nightmare perhaps? A nightmare with a German
accent. Robert Ken Warren wrote, the nightmare
stumbles past and you have heard it fumble at
your door. before it whimpers and is gone. It
acts like the old hound that used to snuffle
your door and moan. But who, your host inquires,
has heard it speak with accent foreign? We shall
return shortly with more on the Castle of Bad
Dreams in Act 3. If you have ever ridden a nightmare,
you know what a hellish mount it can make. It
carries you unwillingly beyond anguish and terror
through deadly whispers and pools of blood. But
oh, the relief when it's over. Let's return now
to act three and the end of the ride. How's Eileen
doing, Tom? Physically fine, but he's as tight
as a drum. Now look, why don't we get the police
in, Frank? No way. We got two strikes against
us in town now. Call the authorities anywhere
through. We've gone too far. We certainly have.
We're right up against the point of no return.
But the production is almost... Oh damn the production!
What does it take to convince you, corpses? You're
being melodramatic, Tom. Nothing's really happened
yet. So Flip saw something and a boar was slaughtered.
Did you see the condition Eileen's room was in?
And how did she get into the passageway? Surely
you've heard of sleepwalking. And I suppose she
dreamed up the mangled animal and the blunt,
huh? No, but so far no one's been hurt. Yeah,
so far. And nothing is going to happen. We've
got everybody on the alert. There are guards
all around the place. Klaus has brought some
extra men in. We've taken every precaution. Every
precaution except the most obvious one. Now let's
get out of here, Frank, before it's too late.
Not until the show's wrapped up. Come in. What
is it, Helmut? Volker says we're ready. Oh, you
used the door this time, Helmut. What happened?
The passageway blocked? Why the get -up? You
won't be on camera, you know. Just a few replicas
of the Baron's wardrobe to help me get into character.
Authentic, I can assure you. You're taking this
role quite seriously. I take all my roles that
way. I know only one way to act. If that's all,
I'll be going. Okay, tell them Mr. Fairley will
be right there. All right, what's up, Frank?
I should be splitting too. Look, Tom, I don't
feel there are any grounds for your suspicions,
but I've had some checks made on Helmut's past.
What he's done, where he comes from. I expect
a report any moment now. That should clear the
air. I hope so. All I ask is let's get the job
done. Don't let your feelings get in the way.
I won't. But if the news is sour, don't keep
it from me, will you? In this case, ignorance
can be disaster. Oh, boy, it's getting cold out
here, Tom. What's taking them so long? They're
almost set. What do you feel that in? About like
flip. Cold and miserable. Or I could use a fireplace
and a hot toddy. That's just what you'll have
as soon as we finish this scene. It's short,
but not sweet. Now, you and Flip, as the Baron's
ward and your suitor, are returning to the castle.
You got it? You're frightened, and Flip is trying
to comfort you. Ah, good. That's one scene I'll
truly enjoy. Mr. Fairly, why didn't you answer
me on the talkback? I didn't hear anything. The
equipment must be out. We're set to go. Oh, good.
Where's Frank Larkin? I thought he was with you.
He left us some time ago. Did he say where he
was going? I assumed he was coming here. He did
say something strange. What was that? Something
about being convinced at last. Does that mean
anything to you? It sure does, Klaus. Send your
men through the woods and the castle grounds.
Look, I think we're just wasting our time. Let's
go back to the castle and wait. He'll be along.
You can go back, Flip. I'm not going to give
up until we find Frank. We still have a crypt
to search and Klaus' crew to hear from. Mr. Ferry,
it's Mr. Larkin. We found him. Come quickly.
This way, Mr. Ferry, in the clearing. Is he hurt?
Yes. I think badly. There. He cannot hear you,
I'm afraid. Nobody's still breathing. Get an
ambulance. Help is on its way. Was he conscious
at all? No. Oh, no, no. Don't try to talk, Frank.
We're here. You're going to be all right. Oh,
Frank, Frank, just lie quietly, huh? Don't come
near me. Don't touch me. Don't... He's shivering.
Throw a blanket on him. Who did this, Frank?
Cold. Damp. And the smell... Who was it? Cold.
Bitter, cold. And the smell decayed... Frank!
Frank! Is he... No, no, no, no, no. He's unconscious.
We'll talk to him later. Folger, did your men
find anything else? Just the grass. It is curious,
Tom. What? I don't see anything. Yes, you do,
but... It doesn't mean anything to you. You weren't
here when we found Flip. The area's flattened.
The same strange discoloration. What's all this
got to do with Frank? I don't know. But I promise
you, I'll find out. Hello. Listen, I'm calling
about Mr. Frank Larkin. A patient in room 305,
you understand me? Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't mean
a shout. I see. Thank you. Tom, what did they
say? His condition is stable. That's what every
hospital says unless you're dying. Do they expect
him to be there long? Just a few days. You know,
it's all so strange. So many things have happened.
Flip, you... And now Frank. But nobody's been
really hurt badly. There are a few mangled animals.
Yes, well that's what's bugging me. The animals
get slaughtered, but people are more frightened
and hurt. Except for Frank's close shave. Or
why? It doesn't make any sense. Anything powerful
enough to manage some poor, defenseless creature
surely could do more damage than that. Well,
maybe there's no connection between any of the
things that have happened. Oh, better be piling
coincidence on coincidence. I don't believe it,
and I don't think Frank did either, after he
got that phone call he was waiting for. Well,
then why don't you call the police? For the same
reason that Frank didn't. But you kept begging
Frank to delay the production. Oh, not now. I'm
gonna finish this tonight, for Frank's sake.
I'm gonna be sure that whoever's behind this
pays the price. And how will you do that, Mr.
Fairley? I guess you tried the door once and
didn't care for it, huh? It is easier to use
the passageway. You didn't answer my question.
I know I didn't. The reason is simple. I don't
know yet. But I will before tonight's over. You
mentioned a phone call Mr. Larkin received. Yes.
Funny, I know what it was. Perhaps I can help
you. How? The telephone lines into the castle
for a special installation. An exact record is
kept at the company of every call made from and
into the building. Well, then all we have to
do is call the company and find out. Not exactly.
They will give it to the police, however. Let's
out. Why? Please, please, Tom, call them in.
And the next time, whoever's doing this may forget
the difference between man and beast. She's right,
Mr. Fairly. You do not know whom you are dealing
with. Do you? Auf Wiedersehen. I will see you
shortly, when the fun begins. Okay, Claus, let's
get some levels. And get Flip to say a few lines.
We need some levels. Okay, okay. This is Flip
Johnson in the burial crypt underneath the Frankenstein
counter. That's enough, fine. Thank you. Now,
stand by. See if you can sharpen up the sound,
Klaus. Yeah, I will try. All right, Eileen. You
get to the Baron's room in the castle. Helmet's
there already. We'll do your scene first. Are
you all right? Oh, I'm fine. I'm fine. Don't
worry about a thing. We've got everything under
control. I'll see you later. Klaus, pick up Helmet.
Tell him Eileen's on her way. Yeah. And look.
Helmut, Mr. Fairly would like to speak with you.
Get on the talkback. Helmut? Are you there, Helmut?
Get to the talkback. Give me that, will you?
Helmut, this is Tom Fairly. I'm here, Tom, but
no sign of Helmut. Where the devil is he? I don't
know. Oh, damn. Ask one of the men outside the
door to check. You stay put. He says he saw Helmut
heading for the crypt some time ago. Carl, see
if you can find him. I'll handle things here.
Yeah. Flet, do you hear me? Yeah, loud and clear,
Tom. You ready for me now? Have you seen Helmut?
Nope. Are you supposed to be here? Just stand
by. Eileen, have they found Helmut yet? No. What's
going on? I don't know. I think we had better
go through the crypt scene first. I've seen through
the passageway, but there are no signs of Helmut.
I guess you're right. Flet? Yeah, what now? Start
your narration, and if you spot Helmut, let me
know, huh? Okay. This is Flip Johnson in the
burial crypt underneath the Frankenstein Castle.
It is said that every century the monster that
slew Baron von Frankenstein returns to feed his
bloodlust. And every century the Baron returns
from his grave to meet his fate again. We are
less than a minute from the hour of midnight
when all this is supposed to take place. The
question is... What will happen here tonight?
In just a few seconds we shall know. This burial
crypt is one solid room cut out of deep rock.
Behind the crypt is a tunnel leading to other
burial vaults and to passages that have never
been truly explored. It is reputed that a thousand
years of Frankenstein lie buried here. Wait a
minute, cut it Tom, I have to stop. Listen, are
you picking up any sounds? Yes, something that
sounds like dragging. Do you see anything? Well,
no, but the sounds are getting louder. Tom, are
you trying to pull something? Well, no, Flip,
believe me. Why would I try to pull it? Something
seems to be dragging. I hear breathing. At least
that's what I think it is. It's getting cold
and damp in here. Oh, I smell something horrible.
Get out, Flip. Get out as fast as you can. All
right, close in, men. Get into the crypt as fast
as you can. I want every man in there. I can
see them now. Eyes. Evil. Bright as cat's eyes.
glowing and enormous oh oh god help me i can't
move it's here it's here who are you this is
the crypt home someone's heading into the passage
rail over there i think it's helmut what about
flip it's not good his throat's been crushed
he's not breathing somebody stay with flip The
rest of you go after whatever is in that passageway.
There. Stop. Stop, Helmuth. Don't move. He's...
He's gone. What do you mean he's gone? He's disappeared.
Vanished. Into thin air. So, this is goodbye,
my friends. Yes, and I can't say I'm sorry to
go. Tell me, what will you do with the tapes?
I'll make a show out of them. Add a few scenes
and we'll be ready to send some shivers down
our listeners' spines. The publicity should help.
I suppose so. But I can't help wishing it hadn't
come at such a price. Poor Flip. It was a costly
show. Klaus, we've been sparring around for quite
a while now. Let's stop avoiding the subject.
Who was Helmut? An actor. That is all I know.
But without a past, the report I received was
completely blank except for his acting credits.
Nothing. He was just an actor, obsessed with
a role. Do you really think so, Klaus? What else
can I think? Then how do you explain what happened
in the crypt? After he attacked and killed Flip,
you and your men closed in on him. And he vanished.
Right before your eyes. But there must be an
explanation. He knew every inch of the castle's
grounds, every secret passageway. Then you don't
think he met the fate of the Mad Baron? There
were no signs of his remains. Just some flattened,
burned out blades of grass. It's a really little
climax for a legend. Legends have no climax.
They go on and on. Drop us a line when you find
out what really happened. I promise. But if you
don't hear from me soon, you may have to wait
another century for the facts. Since we don't
have 100 years to spare, we'll just have to make
up our own minds about Paul Helmut. Was he the
infamous Baron von Frankenstein brought back
to life? Or was he, and I don't mean to be redundant,
merely a crazed actor? I'll be back shortly.
There is no need to look for a supernatural source
of evil. Man has shown himself capable of every
wickedness. But regardless of where it arises,
evil has a vitality beyond time. Its power can
be stemmed, but it will return. Our cast included
Michael Wager, Leon Jani, Ralph Bell, Evie Juster,
and William Redfield. The entire production was
under the direction of Hyman Brown. And now a
preview of our next tale. I need to hear it Alice.
We who have more or less left this world can't
come back unless we are wanted by someone who
is still here. But I love you and I need you.
I desire you. You should know that Charles. Well
it doesn't hurt to hear it. Here's your chocolate.
Try it. I don't want it. Oh, Charles. The longer
we're away from this earth, Alice, the less we
rely on our senses. Mashed potatoes begin to
taste like cold cream, coffee tastes like iodine,
and this chocolate tastes like mud. They tell
me this is quite normal. Charles, when you say
they, you mean... I mean them, of course. All
those. The ones up there? It isn't up there,
Alice. And it isn't down there either. This is
E .G. Marshall inviting you to return to our
mystery theater for another adventure in the
macabre. Until next time, pleasant dreams. KRLD
Dallas.