Welcome. I'm E .G. Marshall. Welcome to another
Fearful Earful. And speaking of ears, the story
we are about to direct to yours concerns a different
part of the facial anatomy. The mouth. Only in
this case, the mouth isn't there. Now if that
sounds incredible, Listen carefully to the tale
of Joe Gannett, who has the great misfortune
of meeting up with men without mouths. If you
think you're baffled by the mystery of how men
can exist without mouths to breathe with, eat
with, and speak with, then imagine the plight
of poor Mr. Gannett himself. Kitty. Kitty, I
saw another one today. I swear I did. A man without...
A mouth. Oh, Uncle Joe, you didn't! I'm telling
you, I swear to my mother's grave. He walked
into this bar, see? He sat down at the inn. He
looked straight at me, Kitty, so help me. And
he didn't have a mouth! Our mystery drama, Men...
Without Mouths was written especially for the
Mystery Theater by Henry Slesser and stars Joe
Silver and Patricia Elliott. I'll be back shortly
with Act One. Our story begins in the heart of
New York City. A heart which, as usual, beats
with the rhythm of rushing traffic, the clang
of construction, the clamor of commerce, and
the never -ending flow of people on their way
to meetings, parties, rendezvous, and other human
encounters. But we're interested in only one
person today. There he is, just hailing a taxi
on the corner of East 63rd Street. He's a dapper
figure in his blue surge suit his white shirt
and conservative gray tie. He appears to be a
man in his late 50s well dressed well tanned
and well His name is Joe Gannett occupation retired
But retired from what? Listen taxi taxi taxi
530 West Side Avenue. Right. Nice day for a change,
eh? Yeah, it's okay. One day hot, one day cold.
It's enough to drive you crazy. Yeah. Hey, you
know something? You look familiar. Yeah. I'm
a movie star, Mac. I'm Raquel Welch. No, I mean
it. You really do. Do you ever live in Chicago?
Look, you mind we do it off the conversation?
I'm from Chicago originally. Moved here about
10, 11 years ago. I could swear I knew you from
some... Wait a minute. You're Joey Gannatello.
You got it wrong, mister. Listen, you wouldn't
remember me, Mr. Gannatello, but I used to drive
for Turk Wilson sometimes. You remember Turk
Wilson? He's in Starnow, of course. They got
him on income tax evasion. I don't know no Turk
Wilson and my name isn't whatever you said, you
understand? Yeah, sure. I mean, no offense mister.
Okay, no offense and no more conversation. Just
a minute. Oh, you angel! Come on, come on, take
it easy. You're choking me. Couldn't believe
my eyes when those things started to arrive this
morning. First the dishes, then the silver. Uncle
Joe, that silver, it must have cost a fortune.
Hey, hey, hey, do I have to stand out here in
the hall, huh? You got a new apartment. Let me
take a look at it, huh? Of course. Come in. Hey.
Henry, don't look too hard, please. Everything's
still in such a mess. Yeah, it looks pretty good
to me. Well, I still got to paint the bedroom,
and the drapes aren't up yet, and I'm going to
cover the whole wall over there with bookshelves.
Ira's going to build them for me. And don't you
think it was a good idea to break through to
the dining room? Makes the living room look twice
as big. We'll put up some kind of divider between
the trees. Hey, who's this we? You got a roommate
or something? No, of course not. Well, who's
this Ira? A carpenter? No, a boyfriend. Oh, you've
got yourself a steady, huh? Why do you think
he's steady? Hey, listen, the guy's gonna build
your bookshelves and dividers and all that stuff.
Never mind about that. Come on, let's see the
kitchen. Hey, stop rushing me. Hey, how about
give me a drink first? Of course. I'm just so
excited. You're not sorry now, huh? About accepting
all this? Yeah. How could I be sorry? My own
co -op apartment? I just wish you hadn't paid
all that money, Uncle Joe. Ah, come on. You know
why I did it, Kitty. I did it for your old man.
This is the kind of thing Matty Russo would have
done if he was alive. No, Uncle Joe. That isn't
true. My father could have never afforded anything
like this. Well, if he hadn't been so dumb about
life insurance, it... Ah, what's the use of worrying
about that now, huh? He was my best pal, and
you... Well, you're like a... You're like my
daughter now. If a guy can't help his daughter...
No, if you keep talking like that, Uncle Joe,
you're going to have a shoulder full of wet tears.
Come on, huh? Knock off that sentimental guy.
Next thing you'll be sitting on my lap. What
would Ira say about that, huh? Uncle Joe, I'd
like you to meet Ira. Oh, so I was right, huh?
It's serious, huh? I do like him. I like him
very much. Yeah, what does this Ira do? I mean,
besides build bookshelves? He's a doctor. A doctor?
Hey, nice going, kid. Your mama would have liked
that. His full name is Ira Hamill. And I didn't
just meet him. He was doing some post -graduate
work at college. I've actually known him for
almost eight months. I... I told him about you,
Uncle Joe. Sure, why not? I mean, I'm the only
folks you got. I mean, I told him about your
trouble. What are you talking about? Now what
made you do a thing like that? I couldn't help
it. It just came out. We were talking and...
I... told him about what happened to you that
night. Nothing happened to me that night. It
was just a mistake. You fainted. There wasn't
any mistake about that. Fainted? What kind of
a word is that? Old lady's faint. Me, I just
clonked out for a couple of minutes. Yes, but
the reason... Never mind the reason. You're still
trying to tell me I'm nuts? I didn't see that
guy in the elevator. No. I'm not saying that.
Because I did see him. Understand? He was...
Some kind of freak, that's all. Maybe somebody
who had a bad accident got himself sewn up. But
a man without a mouth. It's so incredible. I
mean, how can anyone live without a mouth? This
guy was alive. I seen him. Yes. And he scared
you so much. Did you cut that out? Hey. Hey,
wait a minute. This, uh, this... This boyfriend
this doctor of yours. He's not a shrink is he?
No, he's an internist good for a minute there.
So she was trying to make a patient out of me
Ira doesn't have any trouble getting patients.
He does very well all by himself Well, I guess
I have to meet this terrific guy. Why I ask him
what his intentions are exactly what my intention
is To have you to meet Anytime you're free me
Always free, you know that? Why don't you bring
him over tonight, huh? To my place. You really
mean it? Of course! I'll call that catering joint,
we'll order something fancy like that Beef Wellington
Jack, huh? Yeah, we'll open a bottle of $60 wine
and press the pants off. We don't have to impress
our guests. Well sure, why not? Let them think
you're an heiress or something, a princess maybe,
huh? You make me feel like a princess, Uncle
Joe. Okay, send that up. Look, look, make it
two bottles. Here. All right. Yeah, so long.
Where's that food? I smell that catering joint.
I told him it was seven o 'clock. I guess that's
them, huh? Oh! Oh my God! No! Are you sure he's
all right? Are you sure it's not his heart? No,
his heart's okay. Pulse is a little fast. It's
just shock, Kitty. He'll be okay. He looks terribly
pale. He's coming out of it now. Hello. Hello,
Mr. Gannett. I'm sorry to have to meet you like
this. I'm Ira Hamill. The doctor. That was a
very dirty trick Uncle Joe. Getting Ira to make
a house call. We're pretending to invite us to
dinner. They helped me out. Yeah, you better
take it easy. I'm okay now. I'm okay. I just
got a little dizzy. How long was I out? I don't
know. We got here at 715. We rang and rang, but
nobody answered. I got worried and called a super.
Listen, did the food get here? It's here. But
never mind about that. What about the wine? I
ordered some of that Chateau stuff. What happened
exactly? Nothing. Uncle Joe, please. The last
time you had a blackout. Well, was it anything
like the last time? You want the truth. It was
exactly like the last time. A man without a mouth.
And she told you that, too? Well, it was interesting.
I even looked up a book I have, Anomalies and
Curiosities of Medicine. There is a condition
called Atresia of the Mouth. I'm afraid I don't
know of any modern case. So what you're saying
is there is no such thing? No, I didn't say that.
For one thing, I don't really know the whole
story. Just what Kitty told me about you seeing
this man in the elevator. That's right. He was
in the corner of the elevator reading a newspaper.
He didn't even look up when I got in the car.
But then I turned around and I see him staring
at me. So he had eyes, but no mouth. None that
I could see. Just skin covering everything from
his nose to his chin. It was only an optical
illusion. I'm sure of it. Again, did you see
that man again tonight? No. You mean it was something
else this time? It was another one. A different
man, right at my front door. But there was something
unusual about her. It was the same thing. She
didn't have any mouth. Oh, Uncle Joe! Now look!
Maybe it's freaks. The freaks walk around, didn't
they? Martians, baby. What do you think, Doc?
Gonna be Martians? Why should they pick on you?
That's right, I've never done nothing to a Martian.
Why pick on me? Come on, let's forget this junk.
Let's eat that food. How about it, Kitty? You
wanna warm it up for us? Alright, Uncle Joe.
What the heck? We got mouths? Let's use them!
Is it all right to come in, Mr. Gannett? Is Kitty
with you? No, no. In fact, Kitty doesn't even
know I'm here. You know? Then why are you? I
just thought you and I could have a private conversation
if that's all right. Let's make it some other
time. I was taking a little nap. I'm not feeling
so well. Maybe I can help. I am a doctor. It's
nothing serious. I think maybe I just... bumped
my head when I took that folio the other night.
Want me to have a look at it? I said no. If I
wanted a doctor, I'd call one. Well, not here
as a doctor. Here is Kitty's fiancé. Fiancé?
Hey, you mean you two are gay? That's right.
Well, okay, swell. I'm glad for you, for both
of you. I know Kitty means a lot to you, Mr.
Gannett. Sure she means a lot. Her old man was
my best friend. She's a kind of a legacy. She
thinks a great deal of you, too. She considers
you her entire family. Look. Look, you want my
blessing. You got it. You just treat my girl
right. That's all I ask. I didn't come for your
blessing. I came to ask you a question. Yeah?
About what? About you and the syndicate. What
was that? I know something about you that even
Kitty doesn't know, Mr. Gannett. I know what
you used to do for a living. Well, Mr. Joe Gannett
seems to be a man who is not merely haunted by
strange men without mouths. He also seems to
be haunted by his past. Is it possible that the
cab driver was correct? that Joe Gannett and
Joey Ganatello are one and the same person and
Is there any connection between his past and
his terrifying present? We'll find out when we
return shortly to act 2 Dr. Ira Hamill may be
the most important man in the life of Kitty Russo.
And Kitty Russo is the most important person
in Joe Gannett's life. But right now, Uncle Joe
has every reason for wanting Dr. Hamill to go
away and leave him alone. But Ira is a persistent
young man. As persistent as the memories which
Joe Gannett has been determined to forget. Okay.
What do you know about me doc? I know you were
called before the Illinois Crime Commission back
in the 50s You weren't old enough to blow your
nose in the 50s. That's right. I don't remember
anything about it But I've read magazines I've
seen television documentaries But this man I
saw yesterday this psychiatrist friend of mine.
He was Just getting his medical degree during
the hearings He remembered you too. Did you say
psychiatrist? I thought it wouldn't hurt to have
his opinion about whether I was nuts He didn't
give me any diagnosis. He said he wouldn't even
try it on the basis of such slim evidence But
when I mentioned your name Wow He wondered if
Joe Gannett might have once been Joe Gannetello
Was a pretty good guess wasn't it? Why don't
you go home and practice medicine doc? You say
one word is going to the kitty now really act
like her papa and tell her her boyfriend stinks
believe it or not Mr. Gannett I'm trying to help
you, but here's how you can help me Here go through
this this psychiatrist friend of mine He did
have an idea about these apparitions. You've
been seeing the men without mouths Sounded valid
to me. You did, huh? If you want me to, uh, tell
you what he said, shut the door. Okay. Tell me.
He said there was no doubt that they were hallucinations.
But the pattern was fairly clear, given your
background. What's that got to do with it? What
does it bring to your mind? The idea of a man
without a mouth. You tell me. All right. Someone
who can't talk. Isn't that obvious? A man without
a mouth is silenced. Mouthless men tell no tales.
Just like dead men. What are you trying to say,
Buster? You calling me a murderer? I'm just reporting
my conversation, Mr. Gannett. The psychiatrist
said... Your past associations may have left
you with strong guilt feelings related to well,
informers or would -be informers. That's not
an accusation, just analysis. You're all through.
The only reason I'm telling you this is because
it might help. The only reason I want to help
you is because of Kitty. I jump off the George
Washington bridge if Kitty said jump, Ira. Okay.
Okay, you jump off bridges if you wanna. You
do anything you please, Doc, except for one thing.
You don't say one word about this to Kitty. She
really doesn't know, does she? One word, and
I'll write her a diploma around your neck, you
hear me? I wasn't going to tell her, Mr. Gannett.
I don't wanna see Kitty hurt. I love her. Just
as you do. Now you can open that door again.
Wise guy, doctor. Do you want another drink,
Mr. Gannett? Huh? Oh, yeah. Yeah, right, Harry.
Another drink, that's right. Here you go. Yeah,
right up to the top, Harry. Right up to the brim,
huh? Sure, Mr. Gannett. You know, we always take
good care of you. Nobody has to take care of
me or take care of myself, Harry. I always have.
Sure, that's the way. Look out for number one,
right? Hey, Harry. You know something? You know...
You got a good, strong mouth. Thanks, Mr. Ganon.
A guy can see your mouth, plain as day. And I
was thinking of growing a mustache. You figure
that wouldn't be a good idea? Hey, Harry, people
have to have mouths, don't they? Yeah, they sure
do. Listen, some of the people come in here...
They got real big mouths. Never stopped talking
for a minute. You never saw anybody without a
mouth, Harry, did you? Uh, no, Mr. Gannett. I
can't say that I did. Excuse me, I got a new
customer. Uh, what can I do for you, sir? Oh,
God! Oh, no! No! It's another one! It's another
one! Harry! Hey, what's the matter? I gotta get
out of here! I gotta get out! Hey, Mr. Gannett,
what's the matter? Let me out! Let me out! Come
on, Kitty. Hello? Kitty. Kitty, it's me. Uncle
Joe? Kitty. I've seen another one today. I swear
I did. A man without a mouth. Oh, Uncle Joe,
you jerk. I'm telling you, I swear I had my brother's
grave. He walked into this bar. He sat down on
the end. He looked straight at me, getting so
healthy. And he didn't have a mouth. Oh, Uncle
Joe, you need help. You've got to have help.
I thought maybe a friend of yours, a doctor,
I thought maybe I should see him. I wish you
would have. I'll see him, Kitty. Kitty, I gotta
do something. Please. Sit down, Mr. Ganny. Thanks.
You've, uh, seen another one, haven't you? Now
listen to me, Doc. I know you think I'm nuts.
I ought to be seen a psychiatrist, not a guy
like you. Well, they have to give you the name
of someone. No, no, wait. Now listen to me. I
couldn't take that. I mean, go to a shrink. I...
I'm just not the type. But you, you got a good
head on your shoulders. I can tell. I'm not a
psychiatrist. But you can help me. I know you
can. Like, ghosts haunt me. Just like you said,
I never believed in ghosts before, but maybe
I've got to believe now. I'm not a spiritualist
either. Look, I figured two ways. I could go
to a doctor. Or I could go to church and talk
to a priest. Both might help. That's one thing
psychiatrists and the church have in common.
know that confession is good for the soul. What
do you mean, confession? It's the root of the
problem, isn't it? Peeled feelings build up pressure
in the mind. Sometimes the pressure becomes unbearable
and, well, there's some kind of explosion. What
do you mean? In the brain? You might have been
right when you used the word ghosts. The ghosts
of the past may be haunting you, Mr. Gannett.
The past, the past. Always the past. Why do you
have to keep bringing that up? Isn't that the
whole point? No! Where do these ghosts come from?
From hell, that's from where. You mean they're
ghosts of dead people? I knew I shouldn't have
come here. I knew it'd be a waste of time. Wait
a minute, Mr. Gannett. No long doctor. You were
right. You're no shrink. Maybe you're not any
kind of doctor. Hey, Kitty and I are having a...
A party in a couple of weeks. An engagement party.
Have a good time. No, no, no. We want you to
come. It's important to Kitty that you be there.
I don't like parties. So long. I never should
have gone there in the first place. A stupid
kid. A stupid kid like that. Hey, watch where
you're going, mister. Oh, no. Oh, no. Hi Kitty.
Are you okay? Yeah, I'm fine. Great. Where should
I be? I just want to know. I suppose your boyfriend
told you about me seeing him today. Uncle Joe,
is it true that you don't want to come to our
engagement party? You know me Kitty, I'm not...
I'm just not the party type. I just can't make
it. Kiddy, I got a million things I gotta get
this place of mine in some kind of shape. I mean,
it's got all kinds of junk laying around. Okay.
Okay, honey, I'll try to be there. It's next
Friday. 8 .30. Right here. I'll try, honey. I
will. So long. As long as... As long as I don't
go nuts... before then. Maybe I should clean
up the junk around here. Look in that closet.
Oh, look at all that junk. There's Christmas
stuff I ain't even opened. This whole typewriter,
I should give that away and get rid of it. What
am I going to do, write a book? That's the thing,
all right. Confession's good for the soul. the
whole story like the doc said. Maybe he's right
about it. I couldn't even write a postcard. Hey
man, how about this? The tape recorder one kiddy
gave me last year. She said I never even touched
a thing. Hmm, see how does this thing work anyway?
Rewind play was talking very hot about that.
Let's see. Where's the microphone? Oh, it is
poison here. I guess Yeah, yeah, that's right
Now what? Press the record button, right? Yeah
The testing one two three the testing one two
three Okay, see how that sounds Okay, press the
rewind button now. Then press play. Testing one,
two, three. Testing one, two, three. That's easy
enough. Only how easy is it gonna be to confess?
Well, only one way to find out. This is Joe Gannett.
That's not starting off with the truth, is it?
My name is Joey Gannetello. In 1945... No. 1946.
I shot and killed a man named Ricky Natanz. What
the heck am I doing? Am I crazy? I can't put
that on tape. That's crazy. I can't. Wait. Maybe
that's the way. If they're really ghosts, then
maybe that's what they want. A confession. What
not? Nobody will hear it. I'll tell everything,
but I'll take the tape and stick it in an envelope.
I'll leave it in my desk and write to be opened
only after my death. Maybe that'll make them
leave me alone. My name is Joe Gannett. I used
to be called Joey Gannett Dello. I was born and
raised in Chicago. I worked for a man named Turk
Wilson. In 1946, I shot and killed a man named
Ricky Natans. Turk Wilson paid me $200 to kill
him on a kind of maintenance talking to the feds
about a black market operation. Six months after
that, I shot and killed a man named Willie Sanchez.
I don't know why Turk Wilson wanted him dead.
A tape recorder is a wonderful device. A very
useful tool in all sorts of situations. And if
confession is good for the soul, you might even
call it a confessional box. But will it be the
right answer for Joe Gannett? Will it provide
him with the magic formula to rid him of all
his mouthless phantoms? We'll find out when I
return shortly with Act 3. weeks later the day
Friday the occasion the engagement party of Kitty
Russo and dr. Ira Hamill as you can hear it's
a very happy occasion but for Kitty Russo it
becomes even happier when the doorbell rings
again and she opens it for a very important guess
Wow, what for? Didn't I say I'd be here? You
never said it very convincing. Oh, Mr. Gannett.
Glad you made it after all. Hiya, Doc. Hey, you
think I'd miss my little girl's one and only
engagement party? I'm glad you didn't. I think
Kitty would have been very disappointed. Oh,
listen, no engagement is official without me,
right, Kitty? That's right, Uncle Joe. Oh, you
look just marvelous. Ira, doesn't he look well?
Oh, yeah, you look... Fine, Mr. Gannett. Been
feeling okay? Me? I feel like a million bucks.
Oh, it's so wonderful to hear you say that. And
then you haven't had any more, uh, trouble? Wouldn't
you like passing out? Nah, nah, no more of that.
No, I didn't mean just that. That's all! You
come on with me. I'll show you where the best
booze Say, is it really true, have the hallucinations
stopped? Stopped cold, just like that. Oh, I'm
really glad to hear that. So am I. For a while
back then, I thought I'd have to take a trip
to the 24th, you know? But it hasn't happened
once in the last two weeks. Well, that certainly
gives us something to drink to, doesn't it? Yeah,
we'll drink to Kittycock. I mean, not really.
You like scotch, right? Yeah, scotch is fine.
Listen, I said a couple of things here once or
twice. I hope you don't forget. I didn't take
any offense. That's good. You know, you marrying
Kitty means you'll be stuck with me too. Joe,
why do you think it happened? What? Losing your
ghost. I don't know. I guess it just got tired
of haunting me. I got a little present for you.
Nothing fancy, just something small and green.
Thanks, John. Okay, open it up. Take a look.
That's a lot of money Joe. Well a couple of kids
get married today. They need every pay they get
their hooks. I still think it's too much. Look
you got a nice long future ahead of you. Me,
most of what I got is past, you know? Well, I
know something else too. The past is the past,
Joe. Once it's gone, it's gone, understand? Hey,
Ira, you know something? I think... I think Kitty
got herself a pretty good catch. Come on now
honey, you don't have to do this. I can get my
own taxi. It's alright Uncle Joe. I just want
to make sure you get home alright. Oh yeah, I
know what you think. You think your Uncle Joe
is drunk. That's what you think. You just had
a very good time. I had a very good reason that
my little girl is getting herself engaged. Hey,
now look at that, huh? You see that? See what?
That lady, there's some nerve, huh? Hey, lady!
Lady! We were here first! Don't worry about it,
Uncle Joe. There'll be more than one cat. No,
people shouldn't do that. It's not nice to do
that. Hey, lady! We're trying to steal our cab.
Excuse me. I uncle Joe listen lady you can't
do You're a lucky man, Joe. You must have good,
strong bones, because you didn't break one of
them. I'm OK. That car just knocked a wing out
of me. Look, I ought to pull some strings where
to get me out of this place. I just want you
for observation, Joe, just for a couple of days.
I'll run home and get you a toothbrush, anything
else you might need. And your hospitalization
card. Don't forget that. Yeah, that's right.
There's no use adding insult to injury. Now you're
being sensible. Okay. Where's my clothes? Everything's
right here in the closet, but don't get any ideas.
I'm thinking about my house keys. They're in
one of the pockets. Don't worry about the keys.
I've got my old set with me. Okay. Well, where'd
you go now then, huh? Alright. I'll be back in
an hour or so. Listen, I want to... Alone all
right about what? He was wrong What do you mean
your whole theory was all wet those guys without
mouths? I mean you thought I was being haunted
by a lot of a lot of ghosts in the past, but
You were wrong. Why do you say that? because
I Saw another one tonight And it wasn't a man
It was a woman What? You heard me. I saw a woman
with a lot of mouth. And there ain't a woman
in my whole life I ever... I ever felt guilty
about, you understand? That sends your whole
idea up the flu. Look, Joe, I told you I wasn't
a psychiatrist. Now maybe my diagnosis was wrong,
or maybe it was incomplete. It was wrong! There
ain't no reason for me to see a woman without
a mouth I never heard a woman in my life never
all right all right, so I was mistaken. I'm sorry
I did it all for nothing. I put the whole thing
on tape What were you gonna say? What are you
talking about Joe my my hospitalization card
all that stuff I keep it in the library And the
top drawer on my desk. Well, don't worry. I'm
sure Kitty will know where to look. Yeah. Yeah,
she'll know all right. She'll know exactly...
Hey, listen. Do me a favor, will ya? I'm kind
of... kind of sleepy. Maybe if I took a little
nap. Sure, Joe. I'll let you sleep. Thanks. I'll,
uh... I'll see you later. Yeah. Fine. Kitty,
you here? Kitty? Library door's closed. Did you
see what I'm doing, Uncle Joe? I'm playing your
tape. The one you had in the envelope. Who told
you to do that? Didn't you see what it said?
Yes. I saw what it said. It said not to be opened
until your death. Did you think I could resist
something like that? You know me, Uncle Joe.
Kitty, give me that tape. You know that's why
Pop called me Kitty in the first place. Not because
my name was Catherine. My name's Mary. But he
always said I was as nosy as a kitten, as curious
as a cat. Honey, please. Please, you shouldn't
have listened to that stuff. It's got nothing
to do with you. Nothing to do with me anymore
either now. That was the second time, Uncle Joe.
What? What did you say? It's the second time
I've played the tape. I heard it all the way
through the first time, but I didn't believe
what I was hearing. I couldn't. Why? Why did
you have to do that? Papa, my poor papa. Kitty,
Kitty, listen to me. You don't know about these
things. You don't know how a man gets pushed
and shoved into this world until he's got to
be like an animal. That's the only reason, Kitty.
Try, try to understand. Kitty, no, don't, don't
play it, don't! Listen to yourself, Uncle Joe!
Listen! They said I had to do it. Kitty, it would
have been the same with your papa if he was told
to hit me. There's a gun in your desk, Uncle
Joe. Is this the gun you killed him with? No,
put that down, Kitty. Nothing is loaded. Tell
me how you killed my father. No. Your best friend.
Why don't you tell me how? No, please, put it
down! They know it was you, Uncle Joe! Kitty!
Did you look him in the eyes when you shot him
the way I'm looking at you? Kitty! I hear myself.
Light. I notice some light. That beat. His eyelids
are moving, and his fissure must be wearing off.
This pulse is still dropping fast, Doctor. Keep
that respirator going. It's no use. We're losing
him. That's tense, nurse. We've lost him. I'm
sorry. Yeah. So am I. But I'm not sorry to get
this mask off. Oh, yes. Me too. It always makes
me feel as if I have no mouth at all. It seems
that Joe Gannett was seeing ghosts all right.
But in this case, they weren't the ghosts of
the past. They were the ghosts of the future.
Men without mouths, clustered around an operating
table, not trying to destroy his life, but attempting
to save it. I'll be back shortly. Of course,
we're really not worried about men and women
without mouths at the Radio Mystery Theater,
as long as they have ears. And since you seem
to have a pair of ears in good working order,
we hope you'll turn them to our wavelength again.
It's our purpose in life to show you that sometimes
it's fun to be afraid. Our cast included Joe
Silver, Patricia Elliott, Ira Lewis, and Dan
Ako. The entire production was under the direction
of Hyman Brown. And now, a preview of our next
tale. Hey, that's wonderful! That's just like
a magician I saw once! It's not magic, Effie.
It's a natural power. I read somewhere that most
of us use only a small portion of our brain potential.
Less than five percent. You mean that anyone
can do what you just did? Sure, most people can.
I'm sure of it. Oh, hey, Joe, will you teach
me? Will you show me how you did that? If you
want to, I can show you that and much more. Like
what? Well, like hear what I have in my mind
without my saying a word. Oh, hey, that'd be
neat. We could talk and nobody would hear us.
I could show you how to move objects from across
the room. We could clean up from here. I could
even teach you how to fly. Yeah, like Peter Pan.
Hey, look, I'm flying. Hey, you mustn't joke
about it, Effie. Oh, hey, I'm sorry, Joseph.
Listen, I wasn't making fun of you. I was just
happy. Never make fun of me, Effie. You're frightening
me. It's all over now. Let's finish the dish.
This is E .G. Marshall inviting you to return
to our mystery theater for another adventure
in the macabre. Until next time, pleasant dreams.
This is K .O .I .N. Music Radio 97. It's 12 o
'clock.