Come in. Welcome. I'm E .G. Marshall. Welcome
to our world of mystery and the macaw world.
How much do you know about rats? About as much
as I did, I suppose, before I heard of the strange
crimes at the Merriweather Research Institute.
It all began with certain experiments on a strain
of rat known in scientific circles as Ratus Novigicus.
and ended with death. Grey. What? The rat. Can
the rat get out of that cage? To end? On one.
Whether Wayne told the truth about Atticus being
able to slip a latch on the cage? If he did,
what happens to us? Grey. Don't think about it,
Barrett. Don't think about it. Our mystery drama,
The Rat, was written especially for the mystery
theater by George Lother and stars Michael Wager.
I'll be back shortly with act one. Still there?
Good. I admire your nerve. All right then. Come
along with me to the laboratory of Dr. Grayson
Carter, behavioral scientist at the Merriweather
Research Institute. As you see, in that cage
there, which covers one wall of the laboratory,
are about 150 rats. Big, too, aren't they? That
handsome, dark -haired man in the white coat
is Dr. Carter. And as you can hear, he's dictating
a report. Report to Dr. Christopher Morton from
Dr. Grecian Carter concerning experiment number
17 on Rattus norvegicus. As you know, my entire
theory is based on my conviction that of the
2 ,000 rat species in the world, the Muridi rat,
especially the brown rat of Norway, Rattus norvegicus,
is the most intelligent. Although they originated
in Asia Minor, they have spread throughout the
world. As you know, my... Oh, sorry, Gray, you're
just changing... Donnie, come on in. I can't
stay long. I'm going to the hospital to bring
Wayne home. Oh, so soon. Quick recovery, I'd
say. It wasn't really a bad attack this time.
Oh? Doris, he couldn't move. He was absolutely
paralyzed with pain. When his back goes out like
that and the muscle spasms, he is helpless, yes.
And sometimes it takes weeks in traction for
him to recover, but sometimes only a few days.
Doris, you are going to go through with it. Tell
him I want a divorce so I can marry you. Yes.
But I'm sure he'll refuse. I want you for my
wife. And I want the world to know it. If Wayne
refuses to give you a divorce... Ray? Oh, it's
Attila again. Attila? That big fella there, the
one bigger than the rest. Oh, good heavens, he
is good. He's killing that other rat. Attila!
Stop! That'll calm him down. What is that stuff
you threw into the cage? Blood feed. Blood feed?
Oh, kind of rough animal feed mixed with blood.
Oh, rats love it. I use it as a reward. When
a rat learns to do something, perform some little
task or trick, I reward him with a pan of feed.
Are they as intelligent as you thought? Well,
I'm not sure intelligence is the word. Cunning.
Yeah, just resourceful. Cunning and resourceful.
At this point in my experiments, I'm inclined
to think that a rat can figure out a way to do
anything. Well, within reason, of course. If
there's something to be gained by it. I'm not
sure I understand. Well, for example, you see
that billiard ball in the cage? Yes. Attila has
learned and so have some of the others, but he's
the smartest. He's learned to push that ball
up that trough and then to maneuver it into that
hole at the top. When it goes through the hole,
it drops to the bottom of the tube and triggers
the opening of that trap door. And what are you
supposed to be behind that tractor? Don't tell
me. They're feed. You learn fast, too. Yeah.
Let me see if I can teach you something you'll
enjoy learning. Oh, Gray. Gray Guy. You're a
wonderful teacher. I'm sorry to interfere with
your mug making. You look surprised, my dear.
I... I was coming to the hospital to pick you
up. You knew that. Wayne, let me make one thing
clear. Oh, don't bother, Gray. What's been going
on between you and my wife is very clear. Wayne!
Do you think... Do you really think you've managed
to cover up your little game of love? There is
nothing illicit. Oh, isn't there? You steal my
wife just as you stole the Schuyler Award for
a circuit. Stole the May Award? What are you
talking about? Oh, you don't know? Well, I suppose
it's scarcely surprising. Oh, now look, Wayne!
Now get your hands off! Oh! Wayne! My back! That's
okay. Just a sudden cringe, thanks to you, Grey.
I'm sorry if I caused you any pain. I just want
to tell you that... Or you'll tell me nothing.
I'll tell you. You stole my wife. You stole the
award. But there's something you're not going
to steal because I've got the entire track. The
directorship of this institute. Wayne, I have
no interest in becoming director of this institute.
Good. Because you won't get it. I will. I'm going
to our apartment, Doris. I'll expect you there
in five minutes. Five minutes. Or else. What
does he mean, or else? Nothing. He's just upset.
He meant something. I want to know what. That
bruise on your cheek a few weeks ago, you didn't
get it from a fall. No. Oh, that dirty... Grape
leaves. You're gonna leave me. Divorce or no
divorce. We'll see, darling. We'll see. Wayne,
we can't go on like this. We? I'm not going on
with anything. I'm entirely happy with things
as they are. Or will be, once I get rid of Dr.
Grayson Carter. Get rid of him? Oh, I don't mean
kill him. Morton has promised me I'll take his
place as director once he retires. That'll be
soon. As director of the Institute, my first
action will be to fire Grayson Carter. You can't
do that. Oh, I can do more than that. I'll not
only bounce him, but I'll sow dirty his reputation.
It'll end his career. Oh, could you possibly
dirty Gray's reputation? Oh, that's very simple
by spreading the word that he's a wife stealer.
What? That he turned a loving wife, my loving
wife, into a cheap... Don't you ever do that
again, Dallas, or you'll regret that. A lot worse
than you did the last time. You lay a hand on
me again. I lay more than a hand on you, and
you'd better keep that in mind. Now, there will
be no divorce. You don't love me? I couldn't
care less. But you're not going to love anyone
else either, and that means, beginning now, you're
to stop seeing Grayson Carter. I will not stop
seeing Grayson. Oh, I think you will. For his
sake, if not yours. I've told you what I intend
to do to him once I become director. But I could
do even more than that. I don't see how you could
do it. I don't intend to tell you. But there
is one way you can find out. Just keep seeing
him. Just keep letting him take you in his arms
Fondling you're kissing you I could kill you
come along with you. I could You look a little
bro Dr. Cheney here Oh, yes Well, it certainly
would. I'll be there in five minutes. Well, it's
come quicker than I thought. Morton wants to
see me in his office, and right now. Unless I
miss my guest, the next time you see me, I'll
be the director of Merriweather Institute. And
your love will be on its way down the drain.
Oh, good to see you, Wayne. Come in, come in.
Thank you, Chris. Sit down, sit down. How are
you feeling? Oh, couldn't be better. Back okay?
Oh, yes. A few days in traction always does the
trick. Eh, not always. There've been times when
it took two, sometimes three weeks. No, no, never
that long. Well now, what I wanted to see you
about. I think I know. If anyone deserves promotion,
you do. And... We have talked about your becoming
director. As I made clear to you, Chris, I'm
your man. Yes, you are. Though, to put it more
accurately, you were. Were? I'm as sorry as I
can be, but the board turned you down. Well,
how could they? When you say you recommended,
I was your first choice. That's true. Well, nobody
carries more weight than you. The board does,
I'm afraid. I'm also afraid that your record
was against you. My... my back problem? Yes.
Well, what the hell has my back problem got to
do with my ability as director? Not your ability,
but your... well, your disability, you might
say. To kick me aside just because I've got a
trick back? There was... Another reason what
other reason well they felt and really Wayne.
I've got to go along with this They felt it would
be useful to the Institute. You know helpful
in the political and social way Fundraising and
all that to have a man in the director's chair
with as much prestige as possible prestige I've
got any number of doctorates books. I've written
discovery very true But you don't have the Schuyler
Award for research. Grayson Carter does. What
is it, Wayne? Wayne, you've gone as wide as a
sheet. Are you ill? Grayson Carter. They chose
Grayson Carter? Yes. And you... you agreed? It
wouldn't have served any purpose to disagree.
But you agreed. After assuring me that I'd replace
you after promising me the job. No, now I don't
remember promising. You did, you did. Right here
in this office you promised me. Wayne, my dear
fellow. You'll regret this. I promise you, you'll
regret it. And I'll keep my promise. You wait
and see. You wait and see. Wayne! Oh, yes, Gray.
That didn't wake you up or something, did it?
Oh, no, gracious man, it's only nine o 'clock.
But I have been lying here in my bedroom with
the lights off. I've got a splitting headache.
A rough day? Yeah, I broke the news to Wayne
this afternoon. He took it badly. Oh, I'm sorry.
Well, he'll get over it. What can I do for you,
Gray? Well, I was wondering if you'd listen to
that last report of mine on Rattus nervegicus.
No, but I... It was just about to, actually.
I got the tape recorder right here on my bedside
table and was just about to turn it on. Oh, fine.
Listen, I'm anxious to get your reaction. Could
you call me when you're finished? Of course.
How long is the tape? Oh, 20 minutes, thereabouts.
I'll call you back, Gray. Even as dr. Christopher
Morton listens to dr. Grayson Carter's report
on his experiment with rats at killer Largest
and most cunning of all flings himself at Morton's
throat Trouble lies ahead and stark terror. I'll
be back shortly with act two You suppose it was
dr. Wayne Cheney who put a tell of the rat in
dr. Morton's bedroom almost bet on it myself.
He certainly had the motive, his insane jealousy
of Dr. Grayson Carter, plus Carter being appointed
director of the Marowether Institute instead
of himself. But how could he have transported
the rat to Dr. Morton's bedroom? Seems to be
a question that bothers Lieutenant Enright of
the police, too. Sit down, gentlemen, and thank
you for coming here to headquarters. I'd have
come to the Institute, but... Frankly, I'm up
to my ears in emergency police work. I'm happy
to cooperate, Lieutenant. Of course. I asked
both of you here because the two of you were
closer to Dr. Morton than anyone else. But I
especially asked you, Dr. Carter, because, well,
it was one of your rats that killed Dr. Morton.
A tragedy I don't expect to get over, Lieutenant.
Now, according to a report here made out by Sergeant
James of homicide, when he and his squad arrived
at the Institute last night, you would have...
Apparently, captured the rat and returned it
to its cage. Is that so? Yes. Tell me about that.
Well, there isn't much to tell. Dr. Chaney heard
Dr. Morton's screams. Hold it a second. How did
you hear the screams, Dr. Chaney? Were you in
Dr. Morton's house? No, I happened to be passing
it on my way to the Institute Library. I want
to tell you, or maybe you know, Morton lived
alone except for a housekeeper and she was out
for the evening. I found that out later, of course.
Well, anyhow, I was passing the house, heard
the screams, rushed in and up to his bedroom.
Go on, please. It's all so horrible. The rat,
that monster of a rat was on him, tearing at
his throat. I can't go on, I'm sorry. What did
you do? Well, the only thing I could do was phone
me. I rushed over, of course, and... I'll capture
the two of them. How did you manage to do that?
I've been working with these rats for months
now, studying their behavioral patterns, their
emotional reactions, and so on. My experiments
have included rewards for certain actions I've
taught them to perform. Actions? You mean tricks?
Well, yes, you could call them tricks, I guess,
but they're really experiments in rodentia IQ,
the intelligence quotient of rats. Pretty smart,
I understand rats. I'm discovering they're even
smarter than I thought. Have you any idea how
this Attila got into Dr. Morton's bedroom? Oh,
do you? Yes. He was put there. He couldn't have
gotten there any other way. Mind explaining?
My laboratory is in the Institute building, and
the building is across the square from Dr. Morton's
house. Someone must have opened the big wrapped
cage, lured Attila into a portable cage. Carried
him to dr. Morton's house and released him in
Morton's bedroom for the purpose of killing dr.
Morton Yes, have you any ideas to who wanted
to kill dr. Morton? Well Yes, I do who I Can't
tell you that it's only a suspicion I have and
he suspects me or you need not so surprised Morton
promised me the directorship of the Institute
and broke his promise by giving it to you. So
who'd have a better motive than me, hm? The whole
Institute knows you seduced my wife, stole her
affection, were making love to her, were warning
you... Hold it, hold it, both of you. I'm sorry.
If I'd known things were like this between you,
I'd have interviewed you separately. You've told
me all you can at this point. Thank you for coming.
Oh, and Dr. Carter. Yes? I... Take special security
measures with those rats of yours from now on.
Dr. Carter. Oh, hello, Mr. Berkowitz. Okay. Aaron,
then. Guess I'm not used to calling board shamans
by their first names. Yes? Wildlife. I hate to
wash up the experiment when it's only a few weeks
short of completion. Well, yes, I know it's been
a month since Dr. Morton's death, but... Well,
you know, I have spent as much time as possible
doing my job as director. Come in, Darce. Aaron,
I couldn't agree more. Well, let me think about
it, will you? I'll get back to you later today,
right? Darce, sweetheart. Great, dear. That was
Aaron Berkowitz, chairman of the board of trustees.
The board feels I'm not giving enough time to
my duties as director. You're knocking yourself
out. You look tired and worried. Worried? No.
Yes, you are. I can tell. What is it? Well, to
be honest, there's nothing going on here in the
lab. Puzzles me. I don't understand it. What?
I think someone's getting in here at night and
tampering with the rats. Tampering? Doing something.
I don't know. The rats seem to be keyed up on
edge, especially Attila. Any rats give me the
shakes, but Attila, how could anyone except you
get in here? You had that special lock put on
the door after Dr. Morton's death. I know, but
oh. Someone could have a key made, I suppose.
But why? Who would want to come in here? Secretly,
I mean. For what reason? Wayne. Gray. I know
you think he killed Dr. Morton. I am sure he
did, darling. Trouble is, I can't prove it. I
can't prove he's the one who's prowling around
in here when I'm gone either. But I'm pretty
sure it is him. Oh, Gray, why don't you give
up this whole thing? This whole experiment? These
rats! Suppose they got out of that cage while
you were here. A hundred and fifty... Oh, hey,
darling, cool it. A hundred and fifty rats aren't
getting out of any cage. Not while I'm here.
One of them did. Attila did. He did not get out.
He was taken out. Look here, let me show you
why it's impossible. Great, please, I've got
to... I want you to stop worrying. Now, see this
boat? Yes. Well, it's on the outside of the cage.
The only way to open this door is for someone
to slide the bolt back, like so. What? Couldn't
the rat you say that so clever? A rat. Reach
through the bars and slide the bolt. Well, I...
I guess so. Well? But he... he has to be taught
to do it. That's the way I've taught him to do
other things. Honey, I am not teaching a rat
how to slide the bolt back. Well... I'll be glad
when this whole experiment is over and John was
in your safe behind your desk in the director's
office. Oh, stop worrying, Doris. About the rats,
anyway. We've got other things to worry about.
Did you ask Wayne for a divorce again? Yes. He
just laughed at me. I guess I'm just gonna have
this out with him. But there's nothing you can
do. He is my husband. He's got to give you a
divorce. He won't. No, he won't. Is he at home
now? Yes, at least he was when I left once. Come
on. We'll see him together. Wait, wait a minute.
I am not waiting another second. This thing has
dragged on long enough. Drop dead, Grain. Oh,
Wayne, be reasonable. Reasonable? You asked me
to be reasonable? Wayne, I don't love you anymore.
I love Gray, so what's the use of our being?
There's no use. No use at all. I'd be happy to
be rid of you. Happy to give you a divorce, except
that would make you happy. If there's one thing
in this world, I'll do everything to prevent
it, your happiness. What kind of a man are you?
I detest you. I say it calmly because I have
to. My doctor's made it very clear to me that
extreme emotion, especially anger, can bring
on another back seizure. And what about hate?
Oh, I find hating you decidedly comforting, my
dear. It gives me greater pleasure than you'll
ever know. In fact, I hate you so much. Well,
yes, why not? I might even give you a divorce.
Oh, don't play games. I'm not playing games.
I might just give Doris her freedom. All right.
Why? Why? Because I know what her life with you
will be like. I know you for what you are, Gray.
A self -centered character who has only one interest
in life, himself. And once she married you, once
you got what you wanted, she'd find out what
you really like. No better than those rats of
yours. I ignore your insults for what they are.
To me, nothing. Are you serious about giving
Doris her freedom? I'll think about it. Now,
if you don't mind, I'll ask you to leave. I'll
see you to the door. Gray, can he possibly mean
it? I don't trust him. One way of making us miserable
would be to raise our hopes and then dash them
to the ground. Don't get your hopes too high.
Goodbye, dear. How can you bear to leave him
out of your sight? Wayne, did you mean it? Will
you give me a divorce? I said I'd think about
it, didn't I? But did you mean it? Did I mean
it? Why, yes, I meant it. It is possible that
were I to give you your freedom to marry him,
you'd come to loathe each other in very little
time. I'd take my chances. Of course, because
you're in love. So madly in love. But now another
thought strikes me. And it's a thought I don't
relish at all. What thought? Wayne, what thought?
The thought that you might be right and I wrong.
But if you marry Gray, you might spend the rest
of your life deliriously happy. I couldn't have
that. Could I? Wayne? Are you all right? Wayne
I'm thinking You asked me if I would think it
over and that's what I'm doing thinking it over.
Oh I'm not only thinking it over I've come to
a decision and What is your decision? No What
do you want your death You didn't see Dr. Morton
when that rat -a -tiller was finished with him.
Oh, no. You didn't see the throat. Oh, stop it.
And all done by one rat. Think what two rats
could do. Or ten. Or a hundred and fifty. What
are you saying? You're the one. You fit in Grey's
lab at night. Yes. Yes, of course. What were
you doing? Well, what do you do with rats? If
the celebrated behavioral scientist after Grayson
Carter is to be taken seriously, you teach them
tricks. I have been teaching them tricks. A correction.
I have been teaching one of them a trick. What
kind of trick? Oh, I hate to admit this, but
Gray is absolutely right. are clever. One of
them is Enia. The one I lured into a portable
cage with the special feed and transported to
the bedroom of our late Dr. Morton. What else?
You know it. Gray knows it. I'm quite sure that
even Lieutenant Enright knows it. But none of
you can prove it. What are you going to do? Kill
you. Or rather, they are. They? The rats. Clearly,
the warped and twisted brain of Dr. Wayne Cheney
has survived a horrible death for his estranged
wife, Doris. In a few moments, we'll learn how
he plans to use those rats. I'll be back shortly
with Act 3. You're still with me? Good. Well
now, I'd say that Dr. Wayne Cheney has come unhinged,
wouldn't you? No man in his right mind would
plan to murder his wife by using rats. Excuse
me, one rat. Attila. Now just how he intends
to use Attila, I don't know. You? Well, let's
find out together. Midnight. Doris, the time
has come. More properly, your time has come.
Wayne, please, come to your senses. Move. No.
I have ways of making you, you know that. All
too well. You can twist my arm, bend my fingers,
use any of those sadistic grips you have, I will...
Change of mind, my darling? Does it? Oh! Oh,
please! Yes, please, stop! That's good. There's
a coil of rope in the closet. Get it. Yes. Very
good. Bring it along. I warn you, if you try
anything on your way to the laboratory, I'll
make you wish for death. Well, I won't keep a
secret from you, Doris. Husbands and wives should
have no secrets from each other. Uh -oh, I forgot.
You don't go along with that. You believe in
keeping secrets from your husband. Secrets of
illicit love. Wayne, you're wrong. You're so
wrong. You deny the two of you were meeting secretly?
Not secretly. Making love secretly? No. Did you
enjoy being crushed in his arms? Stop it! It
was nothing like that. You've let your imagination
invent things that never happened. What are you
doing? Oh, just tying you up. Why do you think
you brought the rope? What are you going to do?
I am going to do nothing. The rats will do it
all in a holster. I'll be sure your wrists are
securely tied on your back. Oh, I almost forgot.
I promised to tell you how I got a key to the
lock. I don't care how you managed to get it.
Oh, but you should. Without a key, I never could
have done the remarkable thing. Yes, the very
remarkable thing I've done. All right, now to
tie your feet together at the ankles. You see,
all I did was simple. All I did was call in a
locksmith the day Gray went... to a board of
trustees meeting. I nearly said I'd lost the
key and needed another. Simple as that. Oh, sorry.
But I must bind you tightly. There we go. That
should hold you. Now, I'll just place you on
the floor. Oh, no, no, please. Oh, I'm sorry,
my dear, if the floor is cold. But you won't
be chilling long. Not very long anyhow wait Listen
to me What are you doing here at this hour? Are
you trying to get up gray and I'll bring you
with this chair want to be done out of the pleasure
no no no he's not dead he's breathing gotta get
him tied up too before he comes around hardly
an opportunity to be missed my darling maybe
there is some justice his wrists tied behind
his back now for his ankles Now you move and
I'll belt you again. There we go. Neatly tied
up the two of you. Now isn't this a pretty sight?
The lover and the unfaithful wife trapped...
He's out of his mind. He brought me here to kill
me. He intends to have the rats kill me. There's
no sense trying to prove yourself. You're tied
securely, and so is my unfaithful wife. You wish
to be parted from me, my dear? You wish to dissolve
our union so you could be united with your lover?
You shall be united. In death. Beginning now.
Something I learned from you. Doctor, your experiments
gave me the weapons with which to kill you both.
You claimed that rats are animals of superior
intelligence, and to prove it, and you did prove
it, you experimented with these monsters in the
cage for months, true? Well, you proved that
rats do think. You proved that a rat can be taught,
within reason, to figure out a problem for himself.
If it resulted in a war, I know that. Are you
in a hurry to die? I'm sorry. That doesn't fit
into my plan. Oh, no. I'm going to make you suffer.
You're going to be torn apart by rats. Those
rats. All of them. Gray. Oh, Gray. Wayne, you
seem to have forgotten something, Wayne. Oh,
have I? Let those rats out of the cage and they'll
attack you, too. Now, why didn't I think of that?
Wouldn't I have said to myself Wayne the moment
you slip the bolt on that door and the rats come
pouring out They'll attack you, too But I did
think of it Would you believe it I solved the
problem No, no, no, no, no give credit where
credit is due You solved it right? You proved
what remarkable things a rat can do with spur
to do them for a reward clever Very clever. Rats.
Especially your friend. And mine. A tiller. You've
been breaking into the lab secretly and... You
conduct an experiment of my own. And following
your methods, Gray, I succeeded in teaching a
tiller to perform a little trick. On command.
What little trick? I taught him to slide back
the boat and open the door of the cage. Oh, great.
Darling. You're not... Making sense, Wayne. You
don't believe a tiller can do it? He's smart
enough to be taught to do it, but you couldn't
have taught him because once he'd learned he
could open a cage any time he wanted to. No,
no, no, no. You're forgetting your own theory.
A rat performs only for a reward. Always there
must be that reward. A tiller will slide the
boat back only after it has been smeared with
feed. and I give him the command. Shall I demonstrate?
Wait. Don't do this. Listen. Let us go. I promise
you. Wait. I promise you. Promise what? Anything.
Anything you want. Anything. Wait. I want your
death and his. And I wanted to be so terrifying
that you'll die a thousand deaths before the
final one. A blood trade. Wayne, let Doris go.
Kill me, but let her go. First I smear this feed
on the bolt of the door. What do you see? You
see grain. Your friend Attila knows what it's
all about. You see how he runs back and forth,
pawing at the door? But he won't touch that bolt.
Oh no, not till I give the command. No, ladies
and gentlemen, may I draw your attention to that
large sack of feed. There on the shelf. You know
what I'm going to do with that? Do you? I'm going
to get that wing and all the feed it contains.
Over you. Over both of you. That's heavy. You
may be interested to know that once I give the
command to open the boat, it takes a killer about
five minutes to get it open and then send that
thing all back. Great. My back. Great. He's just
had one of his seizures. Seizures of the frog
and the food. Food attack. My feet is all over
him. I can't move. I'm paralyzed. I can't move.
Oh, thank the Lord. He didn't give up till with
the command. He did. The food did. What? I didn't
give any command. Why is it to a point at the
boat? Why is he trying to slide it back? No,
I didn't give a command. I couldn't have. What
was the command, Wayne? Was it something that
tripled and opened the bolt? You fool! You fool!
You said it! You said it! When they give the
command to open the bolt, you said it'll take
you till about five minutes to get it open. Oh,
Lord. I just said, I did, I did. He is? Help
me. Help me. Help me. How can we? We can't even
help ourselves. Roll over on your side. Oh, my
God. Out. Try to lean over it with your back.
Maybe just... Maybe I can move my fingers enough
to open them. Now, with your wrist. Can you do
it? You have to try. We've got you. Moran! Moran!
Listen to them! Listen to them! Gray! They know
what's happening! They'll come for me! For me!
I'm covered with feet! They'll tear me to bits!
Doris, don't move, because your hands still won't
find us work at that spot. Bees sliding at bubbles,
and the rats, they'll fall at the front of the
gate, near the door. They can't wait to get out,
to get at us. Oh, man! Oh, man! Doris, try to
move your hands. Can you? Can you? No! My hope's
still there. Great! Your hope? It's too late!
It's too late! The cage is open! And that's it,
Lieutenant. That's about all there is to tell.
I'm amazed you got out at all. That's every one
of them went for the feed Wayne was covered with.
And of course, Wayne... If only we could have
done something to save him. What could you have
done? If you'd wasted any time once you got untied,
you'd never made it out of there alive. That
is for sure. Well, it's over now. I'm not a vengeful
man, but I must say your husband got what he
deserved. He used a rat to murder Dr. Morton
and was murdered himself in the same way. Oh,
well, one thing, Dr. Carter. Yes? I hope you're
finished with your experiments. I am. Now time
for experiments now. I'm gonna be much too busy
stretch of the Institute and... And what? And
as your husband, sweetheart. And surely they
deserved happiness, those two. The fates had
thrown them a pretty horrible and terrifying
curve. The kind few of us are ever called on
to face. At least I hope we aren't. But you never
know, do you? I'll be back shortly. You'll be
glad to know that Doris and Grey are happily
married now, and the parents of twins. Doris
has kept very busy being a mother. and Gray has
his hands full as director of the Institute.
He keeps hoping he'll find time one of these
days to continue with some research. But rest
assured, it won't be with rats. Our cast included
Michael Wager, Joan Loring, Ralph Bell, and Bob
Caliban. The entire production was under the
direction of Hyman Brown. This is E .G. Marshall
inviting you to return to our Mystery Theater.
for another adventure in the Macau. Until next
time, pleasant dreams.