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Rogue’s Gallery and Bulldog Drummond

Wed Nov 19 2025

Case Closed begins with Rogue's Gallery this week. We'll hear A Fortune In Furs, from December 20, 1945. (29:33) Our next story is Murder Leaves A Lonely Trial, the December 24, 1947, episode of Bulldog Drummond. https://traffic.libsyn.com/forcedn/e55e1c7a-e213-4a20-8701-21862bdf1f8a/CaseClosed975.mp3 Download CaseClosed975 | Subscribe | Spotify | Support Case Closed Your donation of any amount keeps Case Closed coming every week. Visit Donate.RelicRadio.com if [...]

Summary

Case Closed! — “Rogue’s Gallery and Bulldog Drummond”

Podcast: Case Closed! (Old Time Radio)
Released: November 19, 2025
Main Theme: Two classic radio mysteries—one with wisecracking PI Richard Rogue unravelling an arson and murder for profit, and another following adventure-seeker Bulldog Drummond as he untangles a web of blackmail, murder, and diamond smuggling.

Overview

This episode of Case Closed! revives two golden age radio crime tales. The first, “Rogue’s Gallery: A Fortune in Furs” (aired December 20, 1945), features Dick Powell as private eye Richard Rogue, investigating a deadly case of arson, blackmail, and double-cross. The second, “Bulldog Drummond: Murder Leaves a Lonely Trail” (aired December 24, 1947), stars Captain Hugh Drummond as he is swept up in a much larger criminal plot after an apparently random encounter with a mysterious woman.

Both stories showcase hard-boiled intrigue, fast dialogue, and the twists and turns characteristic of radio’s greatest crime dramas.

Segment 1: Rogue’s Gallery – “A Fortune in Furs”

Begins at [00:56]

Introduction to the Case

Richard Rogue is broke and playing snooker with a bookie when he’s summoned to meet a new client, George Grant ([00:56]).
George Grant wants $1,000 for info about a recent warehouse fire he claims was arson ([02:00]).
Rogue tries to negotiate with the insurance company and is promised $10,000 if he can prove the fire was arson ([03:20]).
Before Grant can share his information, he’s murdered ([04:10]).

Investigation & Key Interviews

Rogue visits Grant’s daughter, who reveals her father had been anxious and involved with a suspicious blonde, Bernice Maxwell ([07:36]).
- “I can't believe that dad is dead.” —Ms. Grant ([08:00])
- Details arise of secret meetings and sudden wealth, suggesting Grant was blackmailed or lured into criminal activity.

Emerging Suspects

Bernice Maxwell is identified as a key figure, running a questionable escort service with side hustles in blackmail ([14:00]).
Rogue is threatened by a gunman (“Get in. We're going places, huh?” —Gunman, [12:20]), but bluffs his way out of danger and learns more about Maxwell’s operations.

Confrontation

Rogue confronts Bernice Maxwell at her home, using forceful bluff and threat to scare out the truth ([15:09]).
“You had a hand in that murder, and I'm going to get the information out of you if I have to beat it out of you.” —Rogue ([16:28]).
A criminal named Marcel arrives and tries to finish Rogue off, but Rogue regains control and, after a wild scuffle, ties up the bad guys ([21:44]).

Case Resolution

Maxwell agrees to turn state’s evidence, giving up details on the arson plot ([25:01]).
- “I’ll talk. I’ll tell you everything.” —Maxwell ([25:12])
Rogue confronts Paul Matthews, the company owner, with proof of fraud and arson, outlining the whole scheme ([25:30]).
- “The fire at your fur warehouse was deliberate arson. …We're not paying the claim, Matthews. We have absolute evidence.” —Rogue ([25:37])
Justice is served: the two criminals get the electric chair, Maxwell and Matthews get prison, and Rogue makes a cool $10,000 ([27:23]).
Closing banter with “You go” provides comic relief ([28:27]).

Notable Quotes & Moments

“He was trimming me like a Christmas tree… I was born with an eight-ball birthmark.” —Rogue wryly riffing on his snooker game ([00:56])
“I've been double-crossed once on this deal and I don't intend to take a chance on getting the same treatment from you.” —George Grant ([02:20])
“Trouble's my business, bub.” —Rogue, facing down a killer ([18:01])
“You killed George Grant just as much as if you pulled the trigger on him. Now talk, baby, talk, do you hear?” —Rogue pushing Maxwell for the truth ([18:23])
“You know, amateurs like you shouldn't go mixing up with professional crooks.” —Rogue, to Matthews ([27:13])

Segment 2: Bulldog Drummond – “Murder Leaves a Lonely Trail”

Begins at [29:48]

A Chance Encounter and an Unlikely Case

Stormy night, Drummond meets a nervous blonde seeking his help, then holds him at gunpoint in a Manhattan bookshop ([30:43]).
- “Put your arms what? … Please hold me. … Kiss me.” —Blonde ([31:08])
The woman disappears; Drummond is then taken hostage by a second stranger demanding information about the same book, The Lonely Trail ([34:37]).
Drummond is knocked out and awakens alongside a dead body in a taxi ([35:10]).

The Mystery Grows

Drummond and his valet, Denny, investigate: the murdered man had no identification, and the mysterious woman soon appears at Drummond’s home, confessing blackmail ([41:25]).
- “I’m being blackmailed. … In a copy of the Lonely Trail, I’d find another print of that picture.” —Mrs. Altman ([41:33])
Treasury agent Wilson arrives, linking the plot to a major counterfeit ring ([42:29]).

The Web Unravels

Mrs. Altman disappears with a copy of the book, but Drummond had cleverly substituted a decoy. The real clue is hidden in the original ([43:42]).
They follow the trail to an apartment building, where the prime suspect, John Diamond, appears to have jumped to his death—but Drummond discovers he was pushed ([47:01]).
- “He didn’t jump, Denny, he was pushed… This window he went through was locked.” —Drummond ([47:12])

Climax at the Docks

Drummond deciphers a coded note leading to a diamond smuggling plot and intercepts the Altman couple at the docks ([51:40]).
In a final twist, supposed lawmen are revealed to be part of the ring.
Drummond and Denny thwart the criminals and the real Treasury Department arrests them ([53:13]).
- “To be quite frank, Matthews. I rather expected you to show up at the dock tonight with your treasury agent act. …There was only one thing to spoil it for you. A matter of fingerprints.” —Drummond ([53:57])

Denouement

Drummond summarizes the case: the “lonely trail” was a code for smuggled diamonds, those seeking the book drew death and betrayal, and justice is won.
Teaser for next week’s episode: "The Cat Who Liked Coffee" ([54:20]).

Timestamps: Key Moments

[00:56] — Start of “Rogue’s Gallery”
[07:36] — Rogue interviews Grant’s daughter
[12:20] — Rogue kidnapped by a gunman
[15:09] — Confrontation with Bernice Maxwell
[22:00] — Rogue regains upper hand against Marcel
[25:37] — Rogue exposes Matthews
[29:48] — Start of “Bulldog Drummond”
[30:43] — Drummond meets the mysterious blonde
[34:37] — Bookshop confrontation, Drummond knocked out
[41:25] — Mrs. Altman confesses blackmail
[47:01] — Discovery of John Diamond’s murder
[51:40] — Docks confrontation
[53:57] — Drummond unmasking the criminals

Style & Tone

True to old-time radio, both dramas feature crisp, wisecracking banter, quick battles of wits, and suspenseful action. Rogue is sardonic and streetwise; Drummond is urbane, witty, and thoroughly British—even in the face of murder and intrigue.

For New Listeners: Why This Episode Matters

Case Closed! brings to life two standout mysteries, each exemplifying the timeless charm of radio noir. You’ll discover

Colorful private eyes versus clever criminals
Fast, tight plotting packed with surprises
Vintage hard-boiled dialogue with a touch of humor

If you enjoy smart detectives, edge-of-your-seat plotting, and the thrill of classic radio, this episode is not to be missed.

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Transcript

Narrator / Captain Hugh Drummond (0:00)

Foreign.

Dick Powell / Richard Rogue / Narrator (0:05)

Welcome back to Case Closed, your weekly.

Narrator / Captain Hugh Drummond (0:07)

Hour of old time radio, mystery and.

Dick Powell / Richard Rogue / Narrator (0:09)

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Narrator / Captain Hugh Drummond (0:21)

In the show notes.

Dick Powell / Richard Rogue / Narrator (0:22)

You make it all possible. Thank you to those who have helped.

Narrator / Captain Hugh Drummond (0:24)

Out over the years.

Dick Powell / Richard Rogue / Narrator (0:26)

We'll begin this week with Dick Powell in Rogues Gallery. We'll hear a fortune in first from December 20, 1945. After that it's Bulldog Drummond and murder leaves a lonely trail.

Narrator / Captain Hugh Drummond (0:38)

That story aired December 24, 1947.

Dick Powell / Richard Rogue / Narrator (0:56)

The F.W. fitch Company, makers of those fine fit products, presents Dick Powell as private investigator Richard Rogue in Rogues Gallery. Rogue speaking. Well, things were a little slow at the office, which is my way of saying I didn't have a client or a dime. And I was indulging in my favorite form of athletics, a fast game of snooker pool with Herb Heidi, the bookie at the deluxe pool hall. Heidi was born with a pool cue in one hand and a cue ball in the other. And I was born with an eight ball birthmark. He was trimming me like a Christmas tree. And I was glad when the elevator boy from my building yelled into the door that I had a customer in my office. So I shoved off to talk to this volunteer victim. When I opened the door to my office, I saw him standing there. A dignified looking white haired gent with a strong nose, a weak mouth and the nice middle class air of substantial citizenry. You're Mr. Rogue. That's Ryan. You want to talk business with me, Mr. Grant. George Grant? Yes. Oh, have a chair, Mr. Grant. No, thank you. I prefer to stand. Mr. Rogue, I understand that you have connections with the fire insurance companies that you are sometimes retained by them to investigate losses which might have been caused by arson. That's right. Go on. Are you interested in the fire at the Matthews Fir Company warehouse a week ago? I could be. That fire was arson, Mr. Rogue. I can tell you some very interesting facts about it. Well, good, good. That was a pretty important claim, wasn't it? The fire destroyed over $100,000 worth of furs. Well, start talking, Grant. I. I'd like to have a thousand dollars before I Talk with you, Mr. Rogue. Well, I don't usually pay out that kind of money until I know what I'm buying. I'm not saying a word, sir, until I get a thousand dollars. I've been double cross once on this deal and I don't intend to Take a chance on getting the same treatment from you. Just how much did you have to do with this torching? Grant, I don't intend to answer that question. Do I get my thousand dollars? Mr. Rogue, come back in an hour. You have the money for me then? Yeah, yeah. Come back in an hour and your story had better be good. Grant, I'm a busy man. I haven't time to fool around with crackpots. I'll have the proof. Okay. So long now. Oh, it's four o', clock, Grant. I'll see you at five on the dot. Right. I'll be here. Hello? Oh, hello, Flynn. Say, your outfit had the Matthews Fur Company warehouse fire cover, didn't he? Who is this? This is Richard Rogan. Yes, yes, we had it. $160,000 claim. Well, fine. Say, would you pay me 10% of what I saved you on that claim if I could prove the fire was arson? $16,000. No. Okay, okay. Save $16,000 and lose 160. I can afford it if you can. Wait a minute. How can you prove arson? Well, I've got a man, he wants to talk. He says he can prove arson. I believe him. I'll give you 10,000 for a conviction. I'll take it. Look, send the thousand dollar retainer over here. Special messenger right away. It's important. Hey, wait a minute. Hello? Flynn? Yes. Where have you been, Rogue? Well, my source of information has just been eliminated, but the deal's on. What do you mean? Well, he must have known too much. He's been murdered. Well, that's the beginning of a case out of my crime gallery. Call Fortunate Furs. I'll tell you the rest of the story in a minute. But first, here's Jim Doyle, who's going to tell you men how to shave off stubble without fuss or trouble. Thanks, Dick. Men, if you have that show me attitude when it comes to shaving cream, we invite you to try Fitch's no Brush. We think it has the qualities you want in a shaving cream. A smooth, non greasy texture, a skin conditioner ingredient to protect sensitive skins. And a fast action that instantly prepares your face for the grandest, coolest shave you've ever had. And to top it all off, Fitch's no Brush is reasonably priced. So we suggest you try it. See if we're not right when we say Fitch's no Brush gives a solid comfort shave. If you're one of the many who swear by a lather cream, try Fitch's Brush Cream. This cream gives loads of swell lather that stays moist all during the shave, it rinses off easily, too. Like Fitch's no Brush, it contains a skin conditioner that makes even the most sensitive skins feel cool and smooth. Yes, men. For shaving comfort, try either Fitch's Brush or Fitch's no Brush Shaving Cream. Both come in a form you like at a price you like. What's more, both will give you the kind of shave you like. So ask the man behind the counter for Fitch's Shave Cream. Fitch spelled F, I, T, C, H. And now back to Dick Powell as private investigator Richard Rogue in Rogues Gallery. Well, as I was saying, I. I was as broke as a New Year's resolution when I ran across proof that the Matthews Fur Company warehouse fire was arsoned. I called Lewis Flynn, who headed up the Fidelity Fire Insurance Company and made a deal with him for ten grand if I could prove that the fire was of incendiary origin. And while I was talking with him, George Grant, my witness, was killed leaving the building. Well, I couldn't afford to lose a ten thousand dollar fee right then. So I took a fast distance to the home of the late George Grant. I knocked at the door.

Dick Powell / Richard Rogue / Narrator (18:28)

Come on, come on. I haven't much sympathy for dames like you. You killed George Grant just as much as if you pulled the trigger on him. Now talk, baby, talk, do you hear? Hey, hey, hey, blondie, come out of it. Come on. Well, well, I'm a son of a gun. She passed out on me. Hey, Maxwell, come out of it now, will you come on. All right, rogue, just stay right where you are, huh? What did you do to Ben eats nothing. I. Did she talk? No. No, she didn't. That's good. How did you get here, Rogue? I drove. I. Oh, I. I got rid of that little pasty puss gunman you sent after me. Where is he? He's been taken care of. That's funny. That's exactly what's going to happen to you. Richard. Stand still while I get this gun out of that shoulder holster. Okay, okay. You're in the driver's seat. You just couldn't ever learn to stay out of trouble, could you? Trouble's my business, bub. Get up and keep your hands near. Oh, sure, sure. Well, if you're gonna let me have it, this is as good a time as any, isn't it? Time's all right, but I don't like the place, that's all. I'm going to take you out in the country. That's nice to think about. I love the complex. You know I'm going to have to kill you, don't you? You know too much. Sure, sure. You couldn't stand a police investigation, could you, Bob? No. You know, you. You should have covered me yourself when I left the Grant house. You should never send a boy to do a man's work. No. Now you're yellow too, aren't you? You haven't got the guts to pull a trigger yourself. You've got a lot of nerve talking that way when you're looking down the barrel of this gun. With you. Yeah, You're a two for a nickel penny added ten horn, Frenchy. And I'm gonna take that gun away from you and make you eat it. Yes, well, I have plans for you, Richard. I'm going to bend this gun over your head first. And then I'm going to get rid of you for good. You haven't got the guts. No. Turn around, Rogue. Well, I. I wasn't as batty as I sounded there, Believe me. I'm. I'm no hero. And usually when a guy has the drop on me, I obey orders like a corporal bucking for sergeant. But I didn't have much to lose and. And for once, I wanted to be hit over the head. Oh, I got my wish and rolled with the blow. Those old familiar stars started to circulate around my indestructible cranium. And I started to black out. But I pulled myself back and hung on to consciousness. I didn't move after I fell. I didn't have to. You see, I. I fell with my left shoulder in the shadows covering the automatic. I'D slapped out of Bernice Maxwell's hand a little earlier. When I heard this character walk away from me, I. I got my right hand on the gun. He went over to where Bernice was just coming around to this world again. I could hear him talking to her. Bernice. Bernice.

Dick Powell / Richard Rogue / Narrator (25:12)

Well, she sang. Yeah, she sang plenty. And the words were music to my ears. When she was through singing, I tied her up tight and called Homicide to tell Urban where he could pick up a murderer and an accessory before the fact. Then I told him where I'd be. Later, I called Flynn at the Fidelity Fire Insurance Company and told him to meet me at the home of Paul Matthews, owner of the Matthews fur company, in 10 minutes. He did, and we went in together. The butler, sort of unwillingly showed us into the study where Matthews was reading. I'm Richard Rogue, Mr. Matthews, the investigator. The celebrated investigator, Mr. Matthews. This gentleman with me here is Mr. Flynn of the Fidelity Fire Insurance Company. How do you do? Well, I'm puzzled as to the purpose of your visit, gentlemen. Well, I'll unpuzzle you, Matthews. The fire at your fur warehouse was deliberate arson. Oh, why. Why, that's preposterous. It's a nice act, but no gold. We're not paying the claim, Matthews. We have absolute evidence. Let me tell you, Flynn. You made a deal with Marcel Jarnac, one of the West's leading arsonists, to start the blaze, Matthews. But you needed the loyalty of an old employee of yours, the manager of your warehouse, George Grant. Grant was an honest guy. So you and Marcel sticked a dame on him. A dame named Bernice Maxwell. You convinced now that I know what I'm talking about? No. I tell you why. Okay, then I'll give you some more dope. With Grant's help, you took all the expensive furs out of the warehouse and filled it up with a lot of junk. And then Grant sopped it all down to the gasoline and touched it off. So you want the insurance and $160,000 worth of minks and sables for burning $1,000 worth of CAT scan. It was a swindle, Matthews. We're not paying the claim. The cops have the Maxwell woman, Mazo Jarnac and a pasty faced gunman who worked with them. They've all talked. You're through, Matthews. That's the police now the homicide squad. Show the van, will you, Flynn? Sure looks like the end of the road for me, doesn't it, Mr. Rogue? Yeah, yeah, it sure does, Matthews. You know, amateurs like you shouldn't go mixing up with professional crooks. That's right. Hey, hey, cut it out. Drop that gun, Matthews.

Narrator / Captain Hugh Drummond (35:10)

Like this? Yes, just. Oh, you too? All right, I walk out of the store ahead of me, and no tricks. Ah, sit down over there on that chair. See here. Would you mind telling me what this is all about? Sit down, I said. Now, go ahead and give me the story. But I've told you everything. Believe me, I was standing under that store canopy when the young lady came along. Come on, come on, give me the story. Give it to me still at that line face of yours. Right out of your hands. Go on, start talking. You're making a mistake. There's nothing I can tell you. This going over you're giving me won't do any good. Oh, no. If you'll just permit me to show you my identification. Get your hand out of that pocket. Yes, ma'. Am. I said put your hand down. Now stand up. Come on, get out of. Now turn around. Face the wall. Now, get this. I'm giving you one more chance. Just one more chance. If you don't open up now, I'm getting it out of you the hard way. And when I'm through, maybe you won't do any talking ever. I told you, I haven't the faintest idea what you want from me. Okay. And maybe this will give you the idea. I felt a tearing pain in the back of my neck. A low, dull, buzzing sound danced in my ears. I went spinning downward in a Thousand black circles, down and down and down. Then I hit something soft and bouncy, and I started up through the black well of circles. The strange buzzing in my ears dissolved into a more familiar sound. My eyes slowly opened. I was in an auto. It was a taxi. Coming around, huh? What? Feeling better, bud? Well, alive, anyway. Where. Where are we, driver? Central Park. Some of that stuff they pass out for whiskey can be awful rugged. Can it? Tell me, how did I get in this cab? Friend of yours, I guess. He handed me a couple of bucks and told me to take you two stews for an airing. Two? Yeah, you and your chum back there. I looked at the seat beside me. There was someone slumped in the corner against the armrest. I pulled the hat back from his face. It was the fellow who had pushed me around in the room. How's your pal doing back there? My pal wasn't doing very well. My pal was dead. He's still out, huh? Yes. Yes, quite. Maybe you want to take him someplace and sober him up, huh? 643 W 69th St. Driver, I'm taking him home with me. Yes?

Narrator / Captain Hugh Drummond (43:43)

It'll be fast. A pleasure. Oh, dear. I'm sorry, sir. I never expected. Oh, that's all right, Denny. As Mr. Wilson says, she plays her trick smart. Who was he, that Mr. Wilson? The Treasury Department seems to have an interest in Gene Altman, too, Denny. He's one of their agents. Now, tell me what happened in here. Well, sir, the moment you left the room, she whipped out a gun and she made me go through that corpse's coat. There was a book in the pocket. She took the book and then made me face the door. She stood behind me and said if I budged, she'd shoot. So that's what she was after. The book? Yes. And she got it. A book, Denny, but not the one she was after. Oh, but, sir, I handed it to her. That was a duplicate copy. What? Yes. On the way home, I stopped to pick up an extra copy of the Lonely trail. The one Mrs. Altman seems to prize so much is right here in my pocket. You wait here, Denny. Oh, no, sir. I'm going with you. That bookshop has plunged you into enough trouble tonight, sir. Very well, then. If you insist. Come on. Good evening. May I help you? I was in here earlier with a young lady. I don't recall. It was during the storm. Is there something special you want? Yes, information. This is a bookshop. As you can see, it's information about a book. Rare edition. The Lonely Trail. I'm interested in finding out the Last Borrower. I'm sorry, sir, but that information is a matter of our files. We're not disposed to release such data. You know, it'd be an easy matter for me to have the Chief Inspector down here. Oh, please, that won't be necessary. This way, please. The files are open. My desk. Here it is a lonely trail. It was borrowed last by a Mr. John diamond at 331 Elm street, apartment 4B. Anything else, gentlemen? No, thank you. That's all for now. Come on, Denny. Yes, sir. This is Evans. He was here. I gave him Diamond's address, but. But I couldn't help it. I'll take care of my end. He's on his way to talk to diamond now. You'd better take care of that end. You better take care of it before he gets there. There's the house, sir. 3:31. All right, Denny. Come on, hurry. Yes, if we can make our way through this crowd. I say, I wonder what happened here. Hey. Oh, I'm sorry.

Narrator / Captain Hugh Drummond (47:31)

I say, there's nothing in the dresser, sir. Every drawer is empty. Come in here, Daddy. Did you find something, sir? Here, look at these. What are they? Photographic development trays. Here's a bottle of print fixing solution. And this is a bottle of developer. I found them under the table. Whoever cleaned this place out overlooked these bottles. That was a break for us. What do you mean, sir? Diamond used this part of his apartment as a darkroom. Oh, then, sir, Mrs. Altman may have been telling the truth about the blackmail. Negative. Perhaps part of the truth, Denny. Anyway, I'm sure now that diamond was murdered because he, too, was connected with a lonely trail. But they say he jumped out of the window. No, Denny, he didn't jump. He was pushed. Here, look here. This window he went through was locked. Oh, I say he was pushed through the glass pane. Evidently, someone wanted to prevent him from talking to us. Now, Denny, let's get to work. Pull down that shade. We're going in for some amateur photography. Very well, sir, but now you've got me in the dark. Yes, well, that's just where we'll both be in a few Seconds in the dark. It's our one hope now of seeing light. Close the door. Now, Walter. Some developer fluid in this pan. All right. Now, some fixing fluid in this other pan. Now, snap off the light, I say. What are you doing, sir? Tearing off the paper on the inside of the back cover of the Lonely Trail. And what do you expect to find? I've found it, Denny. I've got it. What? What, sir? A piece of photographic paper, I think. Well, let's turn on the lights and see what's on it. Stay away from that light switch. Oh, really, sir. This is getting to be. Hold on, Denny. Hold on just a few seconds. You can turn on the light. Now, sir. In a moment. All right, Denny. The light. Thank heavens. Well, Denny, there it is. What does it mean? A code to this book, the Lonely Trail. What? There's a message for us in this. And I'm sure it's far more exciting than the actual literary content. Get out your pencil, Denny. The code message is given by page and letter number. Ready? Ready, sir. Page two, fourth word, second letter. A. A. Page nine, tenth word, first letter. L. L. Page 16, fifth word, third letter. Yes, I have that, sir. The letter H. Go ahead, sir. That's all, Denny. Read it back. Oh. Altman arrives New York on freighter SS Granton 24. Get to him before his wife. They plan a switch the Grantham tomorrow night. Well, I. I don't get it, sir. What kind of a switch do you suppose it refers to? I'm not sure, Denny. But we're going to be down at the docks when the Grant ties up tomorrow night, and you can look forward to seeing some familiar face. Misses Altman hasn't moved, sir. You can see she's still standing out there on the pier. You know, Captain Drummond, sometimes I don't understand you at all. No, Denny. Why, letting that woman run around loose. She might slip through your hands again. Not a chance this time, Denny. As a matter of fact, here she comes. I say, look, there's a man with her. That Denny, would be Mr. Altman. Now, what's our movement? Oh, we're going to welcome Mr. Altman back to these shores yet. Seth, they're coming right by us. Good evening, you. Gee, who is this? Don't try anything, either one of you. You're covered. But what is this supposed to be? Who are these? Mentrin?