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part
Mr. Marling
of the everyday routine. Ever dream of a life of romantic adventure? Want to get away from it all?
Narrator/Host
We offer you escape. Escape designed to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high advent.
Mr. Marling
Tonight, we escape to a murderous conflict of greed and passion aboard a coastwise tramp steamer headed for Central America. As John and Gwen Bagney tell it in their exciting tale Maraca,
Mr. Doyle
I am standing in the little patio of a cantina near Maracas. The air is heavy with the scent of tropical vines, tequila and gunpowder. There's broken glass everywhere in the most appalling silence. Captain Kelso is standing here with me. So is Estelle and General Topaz and his men, their swarthy faces serious, completely erasing their earlier gaiety. The party is over. We're all waiting for General Topaz to give the order. And then. But maybe I'd better start at the beginning. I know now I should never have taken the berth as mate on the Bruno. She's a coastwise tramp out of San Diego. But at the time I figured working under that loudmouth, sadistic slave driving Kelso was better than the Seaman's Mission. They were carrying a cargo for Santa Gardo and two passengers. From the beginning, the voyage spelled trouble. For one thing, we weren't long out of dago when we ran into the blow. I wasn't too concerned about it, but I went to notify the old man purely as a matter of routine. I found him sprawled across his bunk, his mouth open, snoring. There were a couple of empties on the floor and another in the basin. Captain Kelso. Hey, Skipper.
Mrs. Estelle Marling
Hey, Skipper.
Captain Kelso
Storm.
Mr. Doyle
We're running into weather, so.
Captain Kelso
Something wrong?
Mr. Doyle
No, sir. I just thought you'd like to know.
Captain Kelso
Good. Now I know. Get back to the bridge.
Mr. Doyle
I suppose I have to change course, sir.
Captain Kelso
Haven't you been in a blow before? Maybe I should have checked your papers before I signed you on. You are a sailor, aren't you?
Mr. Doyle
Yes, sir. I've been to sea a couple of times.
Captain Kelso
Well, get out of here and quit beefing. And don't bother me again. I got a headache.
Mr. Doyle
You should have.
Captain Kelso
What's that, Mr. Doyle?
Mr. Doyle
Nothing, sir. Nothing. Back in the wheelhouse, I watched the well decked below disappear completely. Again and again beneath the angry white woman. And then, if I didn't have enough on my mind, it was the passenger, George Miley. I hate passengers. They don't belong on freighters. Always underfoot, always asking fool questions. And Marling was no exception. But what was worse, he was also the shipper of all that cargo. A number two hold. Farm equipment from Marling and Gavin. Los Angeles.
Mr. Marling
Mr. Doyle.
Mr. Doyle
We had orders to be polite to him, Mr. Doyle. You shouldn't be running around the ship in this kind of weather, Mr. Marling. You'll get yourself hurt.
Mr. Marling
I want to see the captain.
Mr. Doyle
He's not here, sir.
Mr. Marling
Well, where is he?
Mr. Doyle
He's in his quarters, asleep, sir.
Narrator/Announcer
Asleep?
Mr. Marling
In a storm like this? Tell the captain I want to see him.
Mr. Doyle
I can't do that, Mr. Marling.
Mr. Marling
I'm a personal friend of Captain Kelso's. He'll see me.
Mr. Doyle
Sorry, but he left strict orders not to be disturbed for anything.
Mr. Marling
But the sea is wild. It'll bash my cargo to bit.
Mr. Doyle
Your cargo is all right, sir. Now, why don't you just go to your stateroom and relax, huh?
Mr. Marling
Young man, when I want to discuss my business with a mate, I'll call you. When I want to talk to the
Mr. Doyle
captain, I mean exactly that. Now get in. If he's asleep, wake him.
Captain Kelso
Wake him?
Mr. Doyle
Nuts. I'd rather kick a cobra out of his bed. Go wake him yourself.
Mr. Marling
I will. And I shall also report you for your insolence.
Mr. Doyle
Yeah, do that. What did he think? Somebody was going to steal his precious cargo? He was on the dock when we loaded it. He was in the hold when we stowed it and on the deck when we battened the hatches. We were so afraid we'd contaminate it. Why didn't he send it Air Express? I was still burning about it when the second came to relieve me. Went down to the galley to have a cup of coffee. Yanked the spigot of the coffee urn so hard that hot coffee splashed in and out of the cup and all over my pants. Oh, I spun around so mad I saw red.
Captain Kelso
Yeah, I saw red all right.
Mr. Doyle
A shining red page boy, Bob. And underneath it a mocking face and about 110 well distributed pounds. There were only two passengers on board, so that made her Mrs. Miley.
Mrs. Estelle Marling
May I have a cup of that?
Narrator/Announcer
What?
Mr. Marling
What?
Mrs. Estelle Marling
Coffee.
Mr. Doyle
Oh, yeah, yeah, sure, sure.
Mrs. Estelle Marling
Do I surprise you that much?
Mr. Doyle
Why, no. No. As a matter of fact, I just thought that.
Mrs. Estelle Marling
Yes, I know. Everybody thinks that if they meet George first.
Mr. Doyle
And if they meet you first, then
Mrs. Estelle Marling
I warn them about George.
Mr. Doyle
How was he?
Mrs. Estelle Marling
Very unpleasant.
Mr. Doyle
Well, he got a rise out of me, if that's what you mean.
Mrs. Estelle Marling
Yes, he does that people. What did he want you to do? Stop the storm.
Mr. Doyle
You know him better than I do.
Mrs. Estelle Marling
I don't think you like me.
Mr. Doyle
I'm sorry. I've got something else on my mind.
Mrs. Estelle Marling
Don't be so serious. I was only kidding you.
Mr. Doyle
So?
Mrs. Estelle Marling
So it's going to be a long trip.
Mr. Doyle
Excuse me, Mrs. Marling. I've got to get back to the bridge.
Mrs. Estelle Marling
Everybody calls me Estelle. What do they call you?
Mr. Doyle
They call me Doyle. Mr. Doyle.
Narrator/Host
Excuse me.
Mrs. Estelle Marling
Oh, Mr. Doyle.
Mr. Doyle
Yes?
Mrs. Estelle Marling
I hope I haven't rushed you,
Mr. Doyle
Passeng. You see what I mean? They get in your hair one way or another. Only one day out and already she was bored. Already she was looking for a way to pass the time and somebody to pass it with. Well, you can ignore the passengers, but the cargo, that's the lifeblood of shipping. So as soon as the storm quieted down, I went below to make sure it was all well secured. Number three hold filled with canned goods was okay. So was number four, which carried a cargo of radios. Then I went into number two to see how Myerling's farm implements were faring. And immediately I was glad. One end of a crate had charred loose and wouldn't do for Miling to find that. I brought my flashlight closer to check for possible damage. And that's when I saw them. Highly polished stocks of a half dozen rifles. Farm equipment, huh? I ripped open a few more grates. They were all the same rifles. No wonder George Meiling was so concerned with his cargo.
Captain Kelso
Captain Kelso, I told you to keep out of here.
Mr. Doyle
You know what we're carrying? A number two hold?
Captain Kelso
Sure. Cargo? Farming equipment.
Mr. Doyle
Well, the only digging it'll be doing is for Graves.
Captain Kelso
What do you mean?
Mr. Doyle
The crates of rifles Meyerling's transporting.
Captain Kelso
What are you doing? A number two hold.
Mr. Doyle
Listen, Kelso, I signed on this ship as meat. But when it comes to carrying contraband, that's something else.
Captain Kelso
The cargo's listed on the bill of lighting as farm equipment. As far as I'm concerned, that's what it is. Understand, Mr. Doyle?
Mr. Doyle
Yeah, I understand. What's your cut?
Captain Kelso
What are you talking about, Kelso?
Mr. Doyle
You just aren't surprised enough. How much are my ling and Gavin paying you?
Captain Kelso
If you got something definite on your mind, spring it.
Mr. Doyle
All right, I will. I want my share.
Captain Kelso
Why you?
Mr. Doyle
And if I don't get it, I might be unhappy. I might talk to the wrong people. Like, say, port officials.
Captain Kelso
Why, you punk. What do you think you are? Get out of here. Get out before straight colso.
Mr. Doyle
If I'm going to help carry trouble, I'm going to get paid for it. And you can tell that to that jerk Myerling.
Mr. Marling
Why don't you tell me yourself?
Mr. Doyle
All right, Myerling. So you hurt me.
Captain Kelso
It wasn't my fault. He was snooping around the hole, Mr. Marling. I didn't know anything about it.
Mr. Marling
Naturally you didn't. You were asleep, drunk.
Captain Kelso
He's a meddling fool. He had no legs.
Mr. Marling
Don't upset yourself, Captain, huh? There's enough profit in my cargo for all of us. No reason why we can't let the man share with us, now, is there?
Captain Kelso
You're making a mistake. Why don't you let me handle it?
Mr. Marling
You had that opportunity, Captain. We'll do it my way now.
Mr. Doyle
And what's my share your way?
Mr. Marling
We'll talk about that.
Mr. Doyle
I want a third.
Narrator/Announcer
A third?
Mr. Marling
Oh, you are greedy. No, I'm afraid we can't let you have that much. Why not? There are already three of us in the deal. My partner Gavin in Los Angeles, myself and the good captain here. All right, then.
Mr. Doyle
I'll settle for a fourth.
Mr. Marling
How about, shall we say, $3,000?
Mr. Doyle
You're really off your rocker. That holder's loaded with those crates. You better take it.
Mr. Marling
Mr. Doyle, your threat about informing the port officials won't do much good unless you get to port, see? Afraid you're not in a very good position to bargain.
Mr. Doyle
I'd say I was. Because, you see, Myling, you either give me a fourth or. Or every man in the crew will know what we're carrying before night. You know what happens then. You got a big split on your hands. Everybody shares.
Mr. Marling
You're a very smart man.
Mr. Doyle
Well, myling Is it a deal?
Mr. Marling
It's a deal.
Narrator/Host
In just a moment we will return you to Escape. There's a fellow makes a nice little thing singing popular songs. Fellow named Crosby. Bing Crosby. Then comes another fellow named Frank Fay and begins to analyze the words to the songs this man Crosby has been singing. Is it justice? Well, who knows? But it's one of the funniest sessions on the air. If you heard their broadcast last month, Frank Fay will pay Bing another visit tomorrow night on Bing's regular Wednesday night CBS show. Bing Crosby, Groucho Marx, Burns and Allen, Dr. Christian. They're all Wednesday night stars on most of these same CBS stations. And now we return you to Escape and the second act of maracas.
Mr. Doyle
The first day of the voyage of the Bruno was drawing to a close. Not 12 hours ago, I'd shipped out of San Diego with exactly $1.62 and a Canadian dime to my name. And now the potential. The jackpot potential. The night was clear and dark as I came off watch. There was no moon. The storm had blown itself out to the southwest, and now only a light wind across our port beam marked its passing. Yeah, it was the kind of a night I always liked at sea. Quiet and dark. But this night I would have felt a lot happier if there'd been a moon. There were too many dark places where a man could be ambushed on a ship. And the sea is a handy repository for unwanted ballast, including the human variety. So I moved warily, conscious of every sound around me. I almost jumped out of my jacket when I heard him. Mr. Doyle?
Captain Kelso
What?
Mr. Doyle
Where are you?
Mr. Marling
Up here on the boat deck. May I see you a moment?
Captain Kelso
Why, sure.
Mr. Doyle
I went up the steps, one hand on the railing, one hand on the pocket that held my gun. I stopped, took a bearing and squinted in the darkness. I could just make him out. My ling standing near number three lifeboat.
Mr. Marling
Over here, Mr. Doyle.
Mr. Doyle
Yeah, sure. What's on your mind?
Mr. Marling
I want to talk to you.
Mr. Doyle
Yeah, I gathered that.
Mr. Marling
It's about our partnership.
Mr. Doyle
What about it?
Mr. Marling
I like you, Mr. Doyle. I think you're a fine addition to our little enterprise. But there's a little problem.
Mr. Doyle
Ah, the fine print. The hidden clause in the contract.
Mr. Marling
No, nothing that can't be worked out. I'm afraid I was a little hasty. Spoken advisedly in the captain's quarter.
Narrator/Announcer
Oh.
Mr. Marling
While my partner, Tom Gavin is a very reasonable man, I feel sure he would never endorse a four way split. You know, there's a lot of overhead to a proposition like this. It isn't all clear Profit.
Mr. Doyle
Get to the point, Williams.
Mr. Marling
Isn't it obvious we have one too many partners? One has to be liquidated.
Mr. Doyle
Which one?
Mr. Marling
That's a decision I'll leave up to you. Captain Kelso wouldn't hesitate to do it to you if I gave him the chance.
Mr. Doyle
That's a charming idea, but no thanks. I'll run your guns, but you handle your own liquidation.
Mr. Marling
Then I'm afraid you leave me no alternative, Mr. Doyle. Keep your hands up and be good enough to move back.
Mr. Doyle
And now, wait a minute.
Mr. Marling
Get over there between the lifeboats.
Mr. Doyle
I hadn't even seen him reach for a gun. Yet there it was, pointing into the pit of my stomach. As he forced me backwards between the lifeboats where there's no railing. If only I could get to my gun, I'd have a shooting chance. I didn't know what the sound was, but it startled Merling just enough for me to pull my gun and hit the deck. His bullet went miles. Mine found its mark. But he'd made the choice for me. Murder or be murdered. And I have to explain it. I wondered what I would tell them. But nobody saw it. Maybe nobody even heard it. Maybe I could just keep my mouth shut. Maybe the wind had carried the sound away. I moved quickly across the boat deck and stumbled over a davit crank handle. This must have been the cause of the sound that startled Myling. This was the thing that had saved my life. I stooped down to pick it up and became conscious of something else. A foot. A foot in a spiked heeled sandal. Mrs. Marley. She stared at me without expression. I didn't know how long she'd stood there in the shadow of the ventilator. I tried to bumble out some kind of an explanation of how it had happened. How it wasn't my fault. I didn't know how much she'd seen. But I stopped abruptly when I heard him coming up the ladder, bellowing like a bull.
Narrator/Announcer
Who's up there?
Captain Kelso
What's that shooting about? Oh, it's you, Joel. What are you. Ms. Marley. What are you doing up here? Where's Mr. Marlin? What happened?
Mrs. Estelle Marling
George had an accident. He fell overboard.
Captain Kelso
What?
Mrs. Estelle Marling
He was drunk. He didn't know what he was doing. He would have killed me if Mr. Doyle hadn't happened along and interfered.
Captain Kelso
Yeah, but I heard shouts.
Mrs. Estelle Marling
That was George. When he lost his footing, his gun went off twice. Yes, twice. I suppose you'll have to make some kind of a record of this in your logbook.
Captain Kelso
I'd better lower a lifeboat and look for him?
Mrs. Estelle Marling
Oh, it wouldn't do any good. Captain. George can't swim.
Mr. Doyle
I watched Kelso walk away. I knew he didn't believe any of it. The minute he was out of earshot, I turned to her. What did you lie for? Why didn't you tell the truth the way it happened?
Mrs. Estelle Marling
What do you care? You're in the clear.
Mr. Doyle
I don't like the way you did it.
Mrs. Estelle Marling
Well, it's done, so forget it. You ought to be grateful to me.
Mr. Doyle
What for?
Mrs. Estelle Marling
I saved your life. How do you think that thing got on the deck? That handle.
Mr. Doyle
You mean the. That's right.
Mrs. Estelle Marling
I threw it. George would have killed you if I hadn't.
Mr. Doyle
Hey, wait a minute. That means that you wanted him dead. Earlier tonight in the galley. I thought you were just passing the time with me. I thought that you.
Mrs. Estelle Marling
You thought what? Let's just say I did you a favor and you did me a favor. Now we're even.
Mr. Doyle
The bereaved little widow. She made that sea scum Kelso look like a choir boy. I don't know what she had in her vicious mind, but it wouldn't be good. Not that it made any difference to me. I had only one interest. One interest only. My share of the loot.
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Mr. Doyle
now that Myerling was dead, the split should be bigger. And then I remembered I done a stupid thing. I'd ripped open quite a number of those crates in my hurried inspection of the cargo and I hadn't crated them up again. Those shiny rifle butts were visible. We couldn't risk port officials seeing Them. I hurried in the number two hold and was busy nailing up the cases when Kelso came down. Just protecting my investment.
Captain Kelso
You've gotten around an awful lot tonight, Joel.
Mr. Doyle
I'm an active partner.
Captain Kelso
Yeah, well, if you want to stay that way, you'll take orders from me.
Mr. Doyle
Marling's gone. It's every man for himself now.
Captain Kelso
I don't like you.
Mr. Doyle
That's mutual.
Captain Kelso
That was some cock and bull story you and her cooked up.
Mr. Doyle
You heard her tell it.
Captain Kelso
I've known Marley for years. I know he never touched a dropper like it.
Mr. Doyle
Talk to her about it.
Captain Kelso
That's the trouble. I can't prove a thing. But you watch your step. Doyle, don't you get any idea. You can cut me out. Let you cut him out?
Narrator/Host
Yeah.
Mr. Doyle
Well, I'm gonna watch you too, Kelso. I'm gonna watch you close.
Mrs. Estelle Marling
Quit fighting over it, boys. There isn't going to be any money to split.
Captain Kelso
What?
Mrs. Estelle Marling
The cargo's already been paid for. Tom Gavin collected for it in Los Angeles before this ship ever sailed.
Captain Kelso
Marling told me it would be paid for at the end of the run. Marling promised.
Mrs. Estelle Marling
George promised a lot of things, and George isn't here.
Mr. Doyle
You never intended for him to reach the end of the run, is that it, Mrs. Marling?
Mrs. Estelle Marling
Oh, smart.
Mr. Doyle
You and Gavin had a cute little thing cooked up between you, didn't you? And I stepped in and washed your dirty linen.
Mrs. Estelle Marling
You haven't anything to squawk about. You're alive, aren't you? And neither have you, Captain. You'll get paid for the freight. Freight?
Captain Kelso
For that measly amount? I took a chance on losing my license and my ship, Frank, I ought to.
Mrs. Estelle Marling
Keep away from me, all right.
Captain Kelso
Leave her alone, I said. Shut up. If she thinks he's gonna get away with her. Shut up.
Mr. Doyle
Now, listen. You hear that? Listen. It's ticking. Only two things tick. A clock and a time bomb. Here. We've been shouting, screaming at each other as the minutes ticked away. And now we wildly fanned out with flashlights, trying to track down the source of the sound. Fighting time. Minutes, maybe seconds. I was the one who had found it. Landed in one of the cases of rifles I'd opened. Enough TNT to blow the whole ship apart and us with it. We held our breath, white and tense, as I pulled the clock mechanism away from the detonator. Dismantling the bomb. There was only one person who could have done it. The one who insured the cargo. The Shepherd Marling had been on board. So it had been Gavin, how do
Captain Kelso
you feel about your Mr. Gavin? Now, Mrs. Marling, how do you like being a sucker along with the rest of the boys?
Mrs. Estelle Marling
You're right. I'm the biggest sucker of all. No wonder Tom was so sure George would never come back. And do you know how he roped me in? With the oldest cliche in the world. He was going to marry me when I came back in my widow's weed.
Mr. Doyle
Never mind the broken blossoms. What about us? We're carrying contraband and all the risk that goes with it. And not a nickel for any of us.
Captain Kelso
If you two have finished feeling sorry for yourselves, old man Kelso'd like the floor. There's no law of gravity that says this cargo has to go to Santa Gordo, Is there?
Mr. Doyle
You've got an idea?
Captain Kelso
Sure I got an idea. But I'm boss, you understand, to help
Mr. Doyle
if you've got an idea.
Captain Kelso
Okay, Mrs. Marling.
Mrs. Estelle Marling
All I want is a chance to see Tom Gavin squirm.
Captain Kelso
You'll get it, I promise you. You gotta be enterprising in this business, Joel. There's more than one way to turn a buck. And there's more than one side to a revolution.
Mr. Doyle
Like Kelso said, no reason why our cargo should go on to Santa Gordo. There were others who wanted and needed rifles. The guerrillas. And what was more important, they had plenty of money, gold. And Kelso knew a man in Maracas who knew a man who could put us in touch with the guerrilla chief. So we altered the course. Ten days later, we steamed through the Gulf of Teresa and entered the obscure little Bay of Maracas. Estelle. We were partners now. I dropped them. Mrs. Marling, Kelso and I, three ill assorted people went ashore to make the rendezvous. We walked up a steep, winding hill to a little cantina. And just as Kelso had promised, his friend's friend had made the contact. All we had to do was wait. It was a hot night, so we sat in the picturesque little patio. And then we heard them. First it sounded like a roar of thunder from over the horizon. Then it took form. First a boisterous cloud. And then distinct shapes. Horsemen, a dozen or so, shooting and pooping as they galloped up. A gang of renegades, unshaven, sweat stained, each fiercer looking than the other. All wearing cross cartridge belts, umbrellas and sporting firearms of assorted caliber. And.
Narrator/Announcer
You are El Capitan Couso. I am Topaz.
Captain Kelso
All the shipments are ready, General. I'll have it unloaded.
Narrator/Announcer
There is no hurry. Any time. Come, my men Will take it off in the meantime, we have come long way. The hills, they are dry. So are my men. We.
Captain Kelso
We have drink now, but I thought maybe we'd better.
Narrator/Announcer
You brought lovely lady. Topaz is happy. And when Topaz is happy, he must have drink. Tequila cerveza for the men. And for my friend.
Mr. Doyle
I've never seen so much liquor consumed so fast. Tequila and cesa, a violent combination, and it had a wild effect on them. The more they drank, the more uncontrollable they became. Shouting and shooting glasses, cobblestone parapet. We began to have an uneasy feeling. We wanted to conclude our business quickly, unload the rifles, get paid and get out. Even Kelo began to be uneasy.
Captain Kelso
Look, General, fun is fun, but we can't hang around here all time, my friend.
Narrator/Announcer
Plenty time. More tequila. Diego, play for us. Senorita, is this not nice? You. You are lucky. Music, moonlight and too bad.
Mrs. Estelle Marling
Please, General, Captain Kelso is right. You should send for the cargo.
Narrator/Announcer
You think so, huh? All right, all right. Mario, Cello, get the men, unload the rifles.
Captain Kelso
You.
Narrator/Announcer
You are happy now, Senorita, this kind of daily neat. We. We have drink.
Captain Kelso
No, no, I.
Narrator/Announcer
You. You think Topaz drink too much, eh? Amadeo, hold the bottle up. I. I must be drunk. I hit the bott.
Mr. Doyle
He was a good enough shot to make my blood run cold. All of them were. The more they drank, the better their aim. General Topaz was having a riotous time with a cannon of.44 shooting gourds. And it was a relief when the cases of rifles began to pile up. And suddenly the general's mood changed. He was bored with his marksmanship.
Captain Kelso
Bring me one.
Narrator/Announcer
I want to see how good the gringo's guns are.
Mr. Doyle
One of his men ripped open a crate. General Topaz grabbed a rifle, held it in his hands, inspected it and threw it violently at me. What's this?
Narrator/Announcer
This jock you make fun with Topaz. Open them all.
Mr. Doyle
His men literally tore the tops off dozens of brakes with their fingers. And I told cold in the pit of my stomach, hoped it had been a mistake. But it wasn't. It was a grim joke. For Gavin hadn't meant that cargo to go through, so he hadn't wasted real rifles on it. He'd sent case after case of dummy cargo. Oh, they were rifles, all right. Good enough to fool me down in the hold. If only I'd taken one out, examined it, I might have discovered in time that they were phony guns that would never fire a shell. Cheap, hot metal imitations with highly polished Pine stocks. Great stuff for kids under a Christmas tree. But not quite good enough for General
Narrator/Announcer
Topaz is important man. I have important war.
Captain Kelso
And for this you pay.
Narrator/Announcer
Mario, Diego, Nino, Charo, Amadeo, Cano, N Grandtilo, Teo, Parestos Canallas.
Mr. Doyle
And so it's dawn and we three, Estelle, Kelso and I, are standing here in the patio. General Topaz and his guerillas are drunk, but not dead drunk, rather deadly drunk. Ten of them. The firing squad lined up facing the three of us, their guns aimed straight at us. And on their dull faces, murder. The general, with his flamboyant sense of drama, raises his gun just as the first rays of the sun streak through. He has a sense of the drama, General Topaz, but no sense of humor.
Captain Kelso
A boosting.
Mr. Doyle
If it weren't so final, it might be funny. A double, double cross.
Narrator/Host
Escape is produced and directed by William N. Robeson. Tonight we have presented Maracas by John and Gwen Bagney. Featured in the cast were Bill Conrad as Doyle, Ted Decor as Captain Kelso, Joan Banks as Estelle, Paul Freeze as George Merling, and Juano Hernandez as General Topaz. Special music was arranged and conducted by Del Castillo. Next week
Mr. Marling
you were on a schooner in the South Seas. And dead ahead lies the island of Fala and the most desperate man of this time lawless region. You have never seen him, but you have sworn to kill him.
Narrator/Host
Next week we escape with an exciting tale of the strangest bargain ever made. As George F. Watts tells it in his famous story, Sunk Goodbye. Then until this same time next week, when once again, we offer you escape. Festive music for a festive holiday.
Mr. Doyle
One full hour of it.
Narrator/Host
That's the treat in store for you when you tune in the Thanksgiving Day Festival over these same CBS stations. The Coraliers and the Symphonet combine talents for this great show. Plus Leonid Hambro, pianist Oscar Shumsky, violinist Bambi Lynn Young, Broadway star and many other favorites. Remember, 5:00pm Eastern Standard Time on Thanksgiving Day for the whole family. The Thanksgiving Day Festival over the entire CBS network. Now stay tuned for Hit the Jackpot, which follows immediately on most of these stations. This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System.
Mr. Marling
10:00pm U L O V A Bullet Watch time.
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Episode: (86) Escape - Maracas
Date: August 11, 2026
This episode of Harold's Old Time Radio presents an episode of Escape titled “Maracas.” The play immerses listeners in a perilous voyage aboard a tramp steamer bound for Central America, where greed, betrayal, and danger simmer beneath the surface. The story follows Mr. Doyle, the ship’s mate, as he becomes ensnared in a plot involving illegal arms, deadly rivalries, and shifting loyalties—culminating in a double-cross with life-or-death consequences. The tone throughout is gritty and suspenseful, with sharp dialogue and noir drama.
“Get out of here and quit beefing. And don’t bother me again. I got a headache.” (03:45 – Captain Kelso)
“The only digging it'll be doing is for Graves.” (08:38 – Doyle)
"There’s enough profit in my cargo for all of us. No reason why we can’t let the man share with us, now, is there?" (09:43 – Mr. Marling)
"He would have killed you if I hadn’t." (17:09 – Estelle Marling)
“There isn’t going to be any money to split.” (19:51 – Estelle)
“You gotta be enterprising in this business, Joel. There’s more than one way to turn a buck. And there’s more than one side to a revolution.” (22:32 – Captain Kelso)
“This jock you make fun with Topaz. Open them all.” (27:14 – General Topaz)
Doyle’s cynicism about passengers:
“I hate passengers. They don’t belong on freighters. Always underfoot, always asking fool questions.” (04:30 – Mr. Doyle)
Revealing the real cargo:
“Farm equipment, huh? I ripped open a few more grates. They were all the same—rifles.” (08:18 – Mr. Doyle, discoverer)
The theme of betrayal:
“There’s already three of us in the deal. My partner Gavin in Los Angeles, myself, and the good captain here…” (10:10 – Mr. Marling)
The bitter punchline:
"No wonder Tom was so sure George would never come back. And do you know how he roped me in? With the oldest cliche in the world. He was going to marry me when I came back in my widow's weed." (21:44 – Mrs. Marling)
Doyle’s rueful final thought:
“If it weren't so final, it might be funny—a double, double cross.” (29:12 – Mr. Doyle)
The narrative unfolds with classic 1940s-50s radio drama flair—sharp, wry dialogue; hardboiled narration; and vivid descriptive passages. Tension is maintained throughout via quick banter, confrontations, and voice performances imbued with suspicion and sarcasm. The underlying tone is fatalistic and world-weary, in keeping with the noir genre.
“Maracas” in this episode of Escape exemplifies high adventure and noir suspense from the Golden Age of Radio. The clever plotting and relentless betrayals keep the listener guessing until the ominous, cliffhanger conclusion—leaving Doyle, Estelle, and Kelso in the ultimate no-win situation. The moral: In a world ruled by greed and deception, nobody escapes unscathed.