
Hall of Fantasy 47-02-13 (01) The Perfect Script
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Bob Olsen
Ladies and gentlemen, the Granite Furniture Company, with stores in Sugar House, Murray and Provo, presents the hall of Fantasy. Welcome to the hall of Fantasy. Welcome to the series of radio dramas dedicated to the supernatural, the unusual and the unknown. Come with me, my friends. We shall descend to the world of the unknown and forbidden down to the depths where the veil of time is lifted and the supernatural reigns as king. Come with me and listen to the tale of the perfect strip. The Granite Furniture Company brings you the hall of Fantasy. Listen now to original tales of the imagination and some of the classics of the supernatural as we take you down the corridors of the hall of Fantasy to the mysterious realms of the unknown. These are stories of eerie and fantastic thrills brought to you by your friends at the Granite Furniture stores. Now for tonight's story, an original radio drama by Bob Olsen entitled the Perfect Scripts. It's inspiration, gentlemen. With a proper inspiration, anyone can write a perfect script. In this case, the inspiration is horror.
John Marchant
You have just listened to another in the series of dramas entitled the Perfect Script. A real as life story of horror produced by John Marchant. Be sure to listen again next week for another premiere of another perfect Script.
Bob Olsen
Well, that wraps up Another perfect Script.
John Marchant
Yeah, a little too perfect if you ask me. Every time I work one of these shows, I want a police escort to me home.
Trudy
There's a Mr. Shank to see you. Shall I send him in?
Bob Olsen
Shank? Oh, the new writer. Yes, send him in, please. Shank. I'm glad to see you. I'm glad you made it. Have a seat.
Peter Schenck
Thank you.
Bob Olsen
Mr. Marchant, did you decide to accept my terms?
Peter Schenck
Well, your shows are famous. Sounds like I'm starting at the top.
Bob Olsen
You are. You realize, of course, that this is a one time shot.
Peter Schenck
Yeah, so I understand. No one ever writes two perfect scripts. But why?
Bob Olsen
Once you've written one, you'll know the answer to that.
Peter Schenck
It's a queer setup, but too good a chance to miss. When do I start?
Bob Olsen
Immediately. I'll drive you out there myself.
Peter Schenck
Out where?
Bob Olsen
In the coast. A few miles to my beach house. You will find it perfect for writing your type of script.
Peter Schenck
Sounds okay to me.
Bob Olsen
Fine. I'll order the car. Mr. Main, call the garage and tell them to have my car ready in five minutes. I'll be up at my beach house. I am taking the new rider. Just call the garage. I won't be back today. Now, shall we go?
Peter Schenck
Sooner the better.
Bob Olsen
Hmm. Trudy must have taken a walk. Trudy's the housekeeper. She spends a lot of time just walking on the beach. She had a terrible shock, poor girl. But she's harmless. Well, it looks as if we'll have to let ourselves in. Trudy? Trudy, are you here?
Trudy
Here I am, Mr. Marchand.
Bob Olsen
I knocked. Where were you?
Trudy
I was down. I was asleep.
Bob Olsen
Well, no matter. This is Mr. Schenck. He'll be with us for a little while. I thought you were taking one of your walks.
Trudy
At first Tonight.
Bob Olsen
She's looking for her husband, Pete. He was a pilot and crashed in the sea close to here. Trudy thinks he'll show up.
Trudy
Oh, he will. Don't you think he will? Mr. Shank, that's enough.
Bob Olsen
Trudy, show Mr. Schenck to his room.
Trudy
Same room the others have?
Bob Olsen
Of course. Now hurry. Mr. Schenck probably wants to clean up a bit. He's going to start writing, so take some cold milk and sandwiches to him. What would you rather have, coffee?
Peter Schenck
No, milk would be fine.
Bob Olsen
Show him where to find the writing materials too. He has a big night ahead of him.
Peter Schenck
I'm. I'm sorry to hear about your husband.
Trudy
It was just a forced landing. He walked away from three others. He'll come back someday.
Peter Schenck
Yeah. Have you heard anything at all?
Trudy
Oh, yes. He sent me his ring. That's the signal we had to let me know he was coming home.
Peter Schenck
How did he send it, Foodie?
Trudy
The ocean brought it.
Peter Schenck
The ocean?
Trudy
Yes. A little boy found it on the beach.
Peter Schenck
You mean a ring was washed up on the beach?
Trudy
Some poor man was washed ashore. He had it on his hand. Probably a friend of Jack's. Many flyers were killed during the war, you know.
Peter Schenck
Yeah. Yeah, I know. So this flyer was washed ashore. Didn't they identify him? No.
Trudy
He was in the sea too long.
Peter Schenck
Did you see the body?
Trudy
They wouldn't let me. They said it was too horrible.
Peter Schenck
I can well imagine.
Trudy
This is your room, Mr. Schenck. They all use this room.
Peter Schenck
Who all used it?
Trudy
All the writers of John. Mr. Marchant scripts.
Peter Schenck
Well, it's a very nice room. Nice view of the ocean from here. I think I'll throw open this Window and get some fresh air.
Trudy
Here's the clean linen typewriter and paper. And here's the pitcher of milk.
Peter Schenck
Ah, thanks. Yep. This is sure a fine place to do a bit of writing, Mr. Shank. Yeah.
Trudy
Trudy, I'm sorry you came here, really.
Peter Schenck
Well, I'm sorry if you don't like me.
Trudy
Trudy, I do like you. That's why I'm sorry you came.
Peter Schenck
Nice folks. Well, if I can't write a script here, I can't write it anywhere. What more can a man ask? A little more of that, Trudy, and I wouldn't be able to write the date. Too bad, too. You're really not bad looking. Kind of pretty, in fact. When a mind cracks, there's nothing much anyone can do about it now. Now for the perfect script. February 16th. It's a good start. The Perfect Script by Peter Schenck. Yep, you're on your way. A Marchant production is a very auspicious beginning. The first inkling I had of any plot was when the deluded housekeeper told me that she wished I hadn't come. What has happened to the writers of the other perfect scripts, I wonder. If I had any sense, I'd scram out of here.
Bob Olsen
Jack. Jack.
Peter Schenck
That's Trudy. She's running down the beach looking for a dead husband. I think I'll just follow her and see what happens. Jack.
Bob Olsen
Jack. Jack.
Peter Schenck
Trudy.
Trudy
Jack.
Peter Schenck
No. No, Trudy. It isn't Jack.
Trudy
It isn't Jack.
Peter Schenck
Sorry, Trudy.
Trudy
But he will come someday, won't he?
Bob Olsen
Yeah.
Peter Schenck
Yeah, he will. Here, let's sit down a bit. This running in the sand is very tiring.
Trudy
Jack isn't dead, is he?
Peter Schenck
Certainly not in your thoughts, Trudy? Well, you watch the sea a lot, don't you?
Trudy
I must watch the sea. I wouldn't want to miss you.
Peter Schenck
Yeah. Yeah, I know. I spend a lot of time watching the sea myself. Mighty indifferent, the sea. Well, Trudy, shall we start back? Jack won't come tonight. Maybe tomorrow night. Yeah, maybe. Maybe the sea will give him to you tomorrow.
Trudy
You think so? Do you think he'll come back tomorrow? Tell me he'll come back tomorrow. Johnny said he'd never come back. Johnny lied, didn't he?
Peter Schenck
Johnny? Who's Johnny?
Trudy
He's.
Bob Olsen
Oh, here you are. Are you ready to get started on that script?
Peter Schenck
Where did you come from?
Bob Olsen
I say, shall we get started on that script?
Peter Schenck
Yeah. As a matter of fact, I've already started. Hey, what was that?
Bob Olsen
What was what?
Peter Schenck
I saw the shadow of a man diving behind that sand dune.
Trudy
Joe True.
Bob Olsen
Leave. Be quiet. Trudy always imagines she sees things at night. I think you're having the same troubleshank. That was just the moon shifting a new shadow across the sand. There's nobody around here closer than five miles.
Peter Schenck
No, it was a man.
Bob Olsen
It was a shadow, Shank. Nothing but a Shadow.
Peter Schenck
Okay, Shadow. Mr. Marchand, I don't think Trudy was very happy to see me come out here.
Bob Olsen
Why do you say that?
Peter Schenck
Well, she told me she wished I hadn't come. What she mean by that?
Bob Olsen
Mean? How do I know what she meant? Trudy's always afraid someone's going to take her away from here before she finds her husband. Pay no attention to it.
Trudy
There's George again. Oh, you're hurt.
Bob Olsen
I think we'd better get back to that script. Chink, are you ready?
Peter Schenck
You know, on second thought, Mr. Marshall, maybe I can't cut it. Maybe I better try some other show at first till I get good enough for the perfect script. Show?
Bob Olsen
Nonsense. You'll never be any more ready than you are right now.
Peter Schenck
Yeah, I know.
Bob Olsen
But the script, Mr. Schenck, will be perfect. And you will write it. You are listening to the perfect script by Bob Olsen in tonight's journey down the corridors of the hall of Fantasy. Presented by the Granite Furniture Company. With stores in Sugar House, Murray and Troevo. Now back to tonight's story entitled the Perfect Script.
Peter Schenck
Come in.
Bob Olsen
Now for that script.
Peter Schenck
Yeah. Better get started, huh?
Bob Olsen
I thought you told me you'd already started it.
Peter Schenck
Well, not. Not perfect enough. I tore it up.
Bob Olsen
You shouldn't have done that. I wanted to see it. Maybe I could have offered you some suggestions.
Peter Schenck
It wasn't any good. Just a false start.
Bob Olsen
I see. By the way, I noticed you were taking in the view from your window. Yeah.
Peter Schenck
I was fascinated by the way the moonlight topped those white caps. Very pretty.
Bob Olsen
I should think you'd have gotten enough of watching the ocean in 29 months.
Peter Schenck
Just a habit, Mr. Marchand. Just a habit.
Bob Olsen
Tell me, what else did you see?
Peter Schenck
See? Nothing.
Bob Olsen
You lie.
Peter Schenck
I do?
Bob Olsen
Never mind. It's of no consequence now. Let's get busy with that script.
Peter Schenck
Before we do, Mr. Marchant, I have a question to ask you.
Bob Olsen
Well, what is it?
Peter Schenck
Whatever happened to your other writers?
Bob Olsen
Why do you ask that?
Peter Schenck
Well, frankly, I've been thinking of my future.
Bob Olsen
Very practical, Shake.
Peter Schenck
Then what did happen to them?
Bob Olsen
I found a place for them.
Peter Schenck
A place? What sort of a place?
Bob Olsen
A very satisfactory place, Mr. Shake.
Peter Schenck
And you intend to find such a place for me?
Bob Olsen
Indeed, I do. Fear not, my Young friend, you shall have just such a place.
Peter Schenck
Marchand is gone. Cards are on the table. Yeah. He's even bolted the doors. For some strange reason, I can't budge the windows or even smash the panes. I know he plans to kill me to produce such a horror in this room that he'll have the actual, passionate record of a terrified and dying man. But just how he intends to bring it about, I don't quite know. I've just poured myself a glass of cold milk. But this I do know. This script is written by Peter Schenck, a very mediocre writer, but one with enough talent to find an enthusiastic audience in the Los Angeles Police Department.
Bob Olsen
Now, Mr. Schenck, you will begin your script in earnest.
Peter Schenck
And you seem to be collaborating in earnest. What's that in your hand? An army. 45?
Bob Olsen
I am not a ballistics expert, Mr. Schenck. I must confess my ignorance. All I know about this weapon is that it's very deadly.
Peter Schenck
Yeah, it's an army. 45. Very deadly piece of merchandise.
Bob Olsen
You find something amusing?
Peter Schenck
Yeah. I was just thinking, Mr. Marchant, what a dirty trick it'd be if I should let you kill me and make you write your own perfect script.
Bob Olsen
Oh, I don't intend to kill you, Mr. Schenk.
Peter Schenck
You don't? Then why the gun?
Bob Olsen
This gun will keep you here until I'm through with you.
Peter Schenck
I have no fear of any excess.
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Peter Schenck
Thing I can live through, Mr. Marchant.
Bob Olsen
Death is sometimes preferable. I have enough skill with this Army 45, as you call it, to make any movement on your Part. An extremely painful one. From there on, I have someone who might inspire the fear you spoke of.
Peter Schenck
You mean our shifting shadow George?
Bob Olsen
Exactly. George has a cozy little apartment below ground. I hope he doesn't disturb you.
Peter Schenck
So George is the inspiration for the horror you spoke of?
Bob Olsen
George is very.
Peter Schenck
You know, Marshal, you strike me as being rather stupid.
Bob Olsen
I'm sorry you think so.
Peter Schenck
You want a script written. A perfect script. You engage me to write that script in the face of a torture and death from which you give me no chance to escape. You know, you ought to put a bonus on this thing. Give me a little incentive.
Bob Olsen
That will not be necessary. I'm quite certain that in approximately five minutes you'll need no incentive.
Peter Schenck
Five minutes? What's that got to do with it?
Bob Olsen
You were observed pouring and drinking a glass of milk a few minutes ago. True?
Peter Schenck
Yeah. Yeah, I guess that's right. Wait.
Bob Olsen
You mean that you. Poison. No, Mr. Shank. Just a little potion to deaden the willpower. In exactly five. No, four and a half minutes, you will act only on the power of suggestion. Does that strike you as stupid, Mr. Schenck? A lying wait and see. Or have you something better to do?
Peter Schenck
I have, you filthy maniac. Why, in two minutes I could kill you. Yes, and by heaven, I intend back.
Bob Olsen
You wouldn't get two feet. This is no cap gum. Go ahead. As long as you're alive, you have a chance. Go ahead, commit suicide. See how much good it does.
Peter Schenck
Hey, you're lying, I tell you. Besides, I. I didn't have any of that milk.
Bob Olsen
Now, Shank, you know differently. Just relax. This isn't so bad. You'll even get a thrill out of it, believe me. Don't fight it. You only hurt yourself when you do.
Peter Schenck
I hope you. You're the craziest of the lot, Marchant. Your sister at least has some trace of feeling. You're just plain mad.
Bob Olsen
My sister? Who mentioned it to you?
Peter Schenck
Trudy did. Marchant or Johnny, if you prefer.
Bob Olsen
You are more shrewd than I thought.
Peter Schenck
Yeah, you're just careless. You depend too much on the discretion of the insane. They prattle without thinking.
Bob Olsen
Marsham, it doesn't matter. Think me insane if you like. Maybe I am. You'd be too, if you had to hide someone like George from the world. But it doesn't matter. As Petrudi, she's mad from heartbreak and shock. She could have been saved if.
Peter Schenck
Yeah, if you'd let her. But it serves your plans better if she isn't too bright.
Bob Olsen
She's bright enough. She likes milk. Too.
Peter Schenck
You don't mean to tell me that you deliberately keep her dope out?
Bob Olsen
No. She's insane. All right, but every once in a while I can't depend on it.
Peter Schenck
You hold a person's life a little value, don't you?
Bob Olsen
She's the only one who can handle George. She wouldn't do it of her own free will. So I just help her to make up her mind. But your time is up, Mr. Schenck. How do you feel? Your eyes are quite glassy. Soon you won't even be able to talk. Very effective. Very effective.
Peter Schenck
Yeah. Yeah. Very effective.
Bob Olsen
And now, Mr. Schenck, shall we start the script?
Peter Schenck
The script? Oh, yeah. The perfect script. Write it yourself, Marchant.
Bob Olsen
The typewriter. Mr. Schenck, you're just about to write the finest script read you ever knew.
Peter Schenck
Yeah. Yeah, that's right. I want to write. But what'll I write about?
Bob Olsen
Write just what you see. Explain it in detail. Everything you see and everything you think.
Peter Schenck
Yeah, but I don't see anything.
Bob Olsen
Don't you, Mr. Schenck? Then turn around.
Peter Schenck
Truly?
Bob Olsen
And George, Mr. Schenck, George is going to help us with this script. He's quite talented.
Peter Schenck
What's he gonna do?
Bob Olsen
A beautiful job of murder. Trudy, come with me.
Peter Schenck
Where you going?
Bob Olsen
We won't be far away. George doesn't like to have anyone in the family around to watch him. Do you, George?
John Marchant
Bad blood. Bad blood.
Bob Olsen
Write it down, Mr. Schenck. There's plenty of time. Be sure to get it all here. You might like some fresh air. I'll throw open this window. Special glass, you know. Strong as steel, but you won't need it now. You won't try to escape.
Peter Schenck
Yeah. Yeah. I'm in the room with this monster. Marchant did open the window. Easy escape yet. I can't move. I can't leave this chair. I can't even cry out. Write it down. Write it all down. How my brain works like a trip hammer and my body does the bidding of a madman. It can't be happening.
Bob Olsen
This is.
Peter Schenck
This is like a dream where you want to run and your legs won't move. George is just staring at me and muttering about bad blood. Yes, he's staring with those wild eyes as if he were waiting for a signal. Now he sees it. It's Trudy at the window, holding a knife with a blade that looks razor sharp. It's meant for me. I have no will for anything but to stay here and write this cursed script. Yeah, of course it's perfect. Why shouldn't it Be. It's a diary of a Monstrous Murder. I'll never get out of this chair. Will I experience pain? I don't know. Script couldn't be perfect if I didn't. I hope I do. I want to experience something. Something that hasn't been willed on me by that insane Marchand. Trudy's handing the knife to George now. She's pointing to me. George turns and faces me. He's walking toward me. Why can't I do something to protect myself?
John Marchant
Bad blood, Georgia. Bad blood. Everybody says, George have bad blood. George needs good blood. Then he be fine. No more bad blood.
Peter Schenck
Trudy's climbing in the window. There are tears in her eyes. She's watching George. Trudy feels just as I do. Her mind's working, but can't do anything about it. I don't know what it is that Marchant's given us, but it's really hypnotic.
John Marchant
George get good blood now. George need good blood. George need lots of good blood. Then he all ride. Then George like everybody else, and walk in the sunshine and swim in the ocean, just like everybody. And people say to George, hello, George, how you today? And George say, my blood very good today. George get good blood now.
Peter Schenck
Trudy's standing there, trying to say something to George. Tears are streaming down her cheeks. Trudy doesn't want me to die. I gave her false hope she'd find her husband. And now Trudy knows that if I die, that hope dies too. Oh, if Trudy only had the will to. What irony. The only person in this room with any power over his body is George. And he has no mind with which to control it. There's Marchand at the window. He looks horrified. Something going wrong with his plot.
Bob Olsen
Trudy. Trudy, get out of there. You know what George is when any of us watch him get out of there before it's too late.
Peter Schenck
George heard Marshawn. He's turning around, sees Trudy watching him, sees the tears. His face lights up with anger. He grabs Trudy by the wrist, slashes at her with a knife. Oh, please, please give me the strength to move. Give me the power to get out of this chair. Marchand's standing there. No.
John Marchant
No.
Peter Schenck
He's leaping through the window. I think he's gonna try to fight with George. He's rushing at the monster. George brushes him off. As he does, the sharp blade of the knife opens a deep wound in the side of Marchand's neck. Cutie's lying on the floor. She doesn't stir. Marchand falls and lays quite still. Pool of blood forms quickly from the gushing wound. Sight of the blood excites George. He kneels over Marchand. He oh, no. I. I can't write it. It's too horrible. I've never seen a more grotesque sight in my life. I. I'm gonna be sick. Now George is getting up. He's actually smiling. Sees Trudy on the floor. And he stoops to pick her up in his powerful arms. Strokes her hair just as he did on the beach. His hands leave rich red stains on her face and hair. Now he's setting Trudy down. Tenderly, he turns towards me.
John Marchant
Now, George got good blood. George got Johnny Blood. Johnny blood good blood. Now George, like everybody else, George blood Very good today.
Peter Schenck
I tried to say something but didn't have the power. Perhaps that's what saved my life. This time George had forgotten about me and his exhilaration over getting Marchant's good blood. Yeah, Trudy's dead. No doubt about that. Knife had sliced her from just above the ear to the corner of her mouth. Trudy's dead now. I can't help but think that now she'd find Jack at last. C isn't so indifferent after all. This night is interminable. The script soon will be finished, but Marchand will never produce it. Yeah, I had written it well. Couldn't help myself. Had to do it be Marchant's final triumph. The worst of all is the quiet description of this room after George had gone telling about the two bodies are going cold. My great fear is that George will come back before this potion wears off. I sat staring at the window now, letting in a chill breeze. Just about convinced myself that George wouldn't be back. When there he was. The thing I feared was happening. George did remember at last. But Trudy had told him to kill me. And I am still powerless to help myself. This was the story that Marchand designed for the script. Now he's about to get it. Get it too late to bring him any more of his precious fame.
John Marchant
George do bad things. George forget Trudy. George forget. George do bad thing.
Peter Schenck
Once more. I tried to move, but couldn't. All I can do is write. I'd at least leave a record of this thing so that all the world would know what a half hour of a perfect script had cost the lives of so many people. George is standing over me now. He's raising his arm. The knife blade catches a glint of light and my eyes are blinded momentarily by the brilliance. George shifts his weight a little to plot the knife. He pauses and you know, Suddenly, for no reason at all, I think of a road, a road that I walked along in Arizona just a week ago. Free, happy, glad to be alive, and then.
John Marchant
George Fine now.
Bob Olsen
So runs the tale of the Perfect Script. But remember to join us next week at the same time for another journey down the corridors of the hall of Fantasy to hear the tale of the cask of a Mono. Tonight's program was an original radio drama by Bob Olsen entitled the Perfect Script. Heard in tonight's program were Richard Thorne as Marshawn, Carl Grayson as Shank, Beth Calder as Trudy, and Nelson hall as George. Musical background was provided by Earl Donaldson. The technical supervisor was Nephi Sorensen. These programs are produced and directed by Richard Thorne. Remember, be with us again next Sunday night on call at 8:30pm when the Granite Furniture stores in Sugar House, Murray and Provo will take you on another journey down the corridors of the hall of Fantasy to hear the tale of the Cask of Amontillado.
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Podcast Information:
In this gripping episode of "Harold's Old Time Radio," titled "The Perfect Script," listeners are transported to a suspenseful tale of ambition, manipulation, and horror. Presented by the Granite Furniture Company, this original radio drama by Bob Olsen delves into the dark side of creative inspiration and the supernatural forces that can influence the artistic process.
Setting: The story unfolds in a secluded beach house owned by Bob Olsen, the enigmatic host of the series. The tranquil yet eerie coastal setting becomes the backdrop for a series of unsettling events that blur the lines between reality and nightmare.
Characters:
Story Progression:
Invitation to a Perfect Opportunity:
Arrival at the Beach House:
The Writing Process Begins:
Supernatural Manipulation:
Descent into Madness:
Climactic Confrontation:
Conclusion of the Perfect Script:
Bob Olsen on Inspiration:
Peter Schenck's Doubt:
Trudy's Hopelessness:
Olsen's Control:
Peter's Realization:
Final Reflection:
1. The Dark Side of Ambition:
2. Supernatural Manipulation:
3. Psychological Horror:
4. The Cost of Perfection:
"The Perfect Script" is a masterful blend of horror and psychological thriller elements, skillfully crafted to engage listeners in a tale of ambition gone awry. Through its intricate plot and well-developed characters, the episode underscores the perilous nature of seeking perfection at any cost. Notable quotes punctuate the narrative, adding depth and emotional resonance to the unfolding drama. For fans of the Golden Age of Radio and supernatural storytelling, this episode delivers a compelling and haunting experience that lingers long after the final words are spoken.
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For more tales from the Golden Age of Radio, tune in to "Harold's Old Time Radio" and embark on another journey down the corridors of the Hall of Fantasy.