
The Black Book 52-02-02 (x) The Price of the Head
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The Man in Black (Narrator)
THE MAN IN Black.
Radio Host / Show Announcer
Come with me down the long corridor, through the shadows to the secluded study of the famous teller of tales.
The Man in Black (Narrator)
Welcome. I am the man in Black. These magnificent volumes you see surrounding me contain the world's greatest collection of unusual and fantastic stories. Today I have selected A tale by Mr. John Russell. A strange story of the South Seas. The Price of the Head. The possessions of Mr. Christopher Pellet were these a bad name in the islands? A continuous thirst of liquor and a set of fine red whiskers. Also, he had a friend, Karaki. It was a strange thing, this friendship between Pellet and the native. For down among the Solomon Islands, the terrors of pure savagery lay just beneath the thin cover of the white men's civilization.
Christopher Pellet
Bring me another bottle, Moyjack.
The Man in Black (Narrator)
At first it involved nothing more than Karaki patiently standing outside Mojak's bar at Fafuti and waiting for Pellet to get drunk enough to take along home.
Karaki
Please, Mr.
Christopher Pellet
Pellet, we're closing up now.
Karaki
You're pretty drunk already.
The Man in Black (Narrator)
Night after night, Karaki waited while the white man sat roaring inside.
Christopher Pellet
Don't tell me when to drink. Now you get that bottle. Jump. All right, all right, Mr.
Karaki
Pellet.
Christopher Pellet
All right.
Additional Narrator / Minor Character
I'll get the bottle. I'll fix you the bottle. Right.
Christopher Pellet
And hurry up, you bald clown. Yeah, well.
Karaki
Plenty good rum.
The Man in Black (Narrator)
Hey, Mr.
Karaki
Pellet.
Christopher Pellet
It stinks. And so do you. And so does this old bloody eye.
Karaki
Then don't you like my rum?
Christopher Pellet
Yes, well, I think of your rum. Come here, Mojek. I'm gonna crack your ribs.
The Man in Black (Narrator)
Crack.
Christopher Pellet
Yo.
Karaki
Karaki.
Additional Narrator / Minor Character
Karaki.
Christopher Pellet
Take him home.
The Man in Black (Narrator)
A few minutes later, Karaki had the white man across his shoulder and bore him down the beach to the miserable shelter of Pandana sleeves that they called home. There he Pellet to a mat, bathed him with cool water and carefully brushed the dirt from his bright red hair and whiskers. It was quite a mystery at Fu Foodi, the friendship between these two men. After all, Karaki was nothing more than a heathen from Bougainville, a place where some people were smoked and others eaten. It was midday when Mr. Christopher Pellet awoke, groaned his way out Of a painful fog of alcohol.
Christopher Pellet
Rum, Crocky, rum.
Karaki
No rum. You drink too much rum last night. Too much Moy Jack rum, huh?
Christopher Pellet
What do you mean, too much? Moy Jack rum.
Karaki
Moy Jack put white powder in bottle. Make him use sleep.
Christopher Pellet
So that's it. Why this little rat. Poor Terry. Throttle.
Karaki
Be careful, Moy Jack. All time carry knife cut face all.
Christopher Pellet
Up that little wax man. All murder him. Come on, Karaki.
The Man in Black (Narrator)
Half in anger and half in anticipation of the pleasure of beating someone up, Pellet staggered off down the beach toward Mojak's bar. Karaki followed him. It was the noon hour of repose and all for food. He was asleep. Pellet reached the bar and found Mojak dozing peacefully among his bottles. He woke him with a savage kick.
Christopher Pellet
Get up, you dirty scum. Get up so I can bust holes.
Karaki
You're hurting me.
Christopher Pellet
Feed me a mickey, will you? Not again, you won't. Now I'll cut you, Pellet. Ah, will you now? Well, I'll just fix me a knife, too. Well, come on, my Jack. I want to twist this bottle around in your face. That'll learn you to fight with a reddited man. That'll learn. He's dead, Crocky. I killed him.
Karaki
Yes, dead. Plenty trouble now.
Radio Host / Show Announcer
Police.
Christopher Pellet
Come on, let's get out of here. Where we go, Karaki? I gotta hide someplace.
Karaki
You go house. House on beach. Wait there. Me fix some boat. Leave foo footy.
Christopher Pellet
What boat? You got no boat.
Karaki
Me find the boat.
Christopher Pellet
All right, all right. I trust you. But hurry, man. Hur.
Radio Host / Show Announcer
We return to the price of the head in just a moment.
Additional Narrator / Minor Character
But first, hello, everyone. This is Ray Milan. You know, making motion pictures is a difficult chore and doesn't leave one very much time for too many outside interests. However, even when making something to live for, there was one must on my weekly schedule, and that was listening to the Amos and Andy program every Sunday on CBS Radio.
Radio Host / Show Announcer
Thank you, Mr. Milland. And now, once again, the man in black.
The Man in Black (Narrator)
Pellet waited in terror in the shack on the beach while Karaki broke into the boat sheds and with an axe, smashed the bottoms out of the three craft sheltered there. Then he opened the trade room and quickly gathered together a big bundle of supplies, including a Winchester rifle and box of cartridges. Next, he carried everything out onto the beach and loaded it into a stout outrigger canoe that belonged to the company agent. And finally he fetched Pellet from the shack and together they hurriedly launched the canoe. In the lagoon, Karaki rigged the big mat sail and they paddled out into the breeze just beyond the harbor entrance.
Christopher Pellet
We made it, Karaki. We're safe.
Karaki
Yes.
Christopher Pellet
I look. Where we headed for anyway? What island we go, Karaki?
Karaki
Bougainville.
The Man in Black (Narrator)
Bougainville?
Christopher Pellet
You crazy? That's 800 miles from here.
Karaki
All same, we go my home. 800 miles we go all fine. Otherwise want to bring you my home.
Christopher Pellet
All right, you idiot.
The Man in Black (Narrator)
Savage.
Christopher Pellet
I don't know why you're doing it for me, but I'll see you through.
The Man in Black (Narrator)
It was not the beginning of a very pleasant voyage for Mr. Christopher. For Pellet, the fear of being captured and hanged was great enough. But added to it were the horrors brought on by a sudden and complete lack of alcohol. And Pellet had been constantly drunk for over two years. The first night he was too seasick to care. But by morning, he was raving. However, Karaki quickly tied him up hand and foot. And lashed him under a thwart. And continued to sail off into the open sea. And now and again, he threw a dipper full of seawater over the white man. And occasionally fed him with coconut milk. Karaki was an excellent nurse. He even combed Pellet's red hair and whiskers twice every day. By the time they reached the Santa Cruz region. Pellet's condition had improved. And Karaka released him. They were now in an area peppered with tiny islets. And Karaki decided to land on the lee of one. In order to replenish their water supply. He dropped sail and was paddling slowly into the beach. When suddenly, from out of nowhere. A cutter carrying two white men appeared behind them. One of the men signaled for the canoe to stop and surrender. But Karaki had other ideas.
Radio Host / Show Announcer
No.
Karaki
Not catching Karaki and Pellet. No way.
Christopher Pellet
Put that gun down, Karaki. We're in enough trouble now.
Karaki
Okay, I shoot.
The Man in Black (Narrator)
For some foolish reason. The two white men didn't believe a native would dare resist them. And for their mistake, they were both killed and the cutters sunk. Karaki, however, wasted no time. Sailing back into the open sea without his precious water. 29 days later, he was doling out the few remaining drops to Pellet. Taking none for himself. His every gesture was one of sacrifice. That his white companion might survive. Finally, on the 36th day, they sighted Choisil. By noon, they came ashore. There they stayed for a week. Fattening themselves on the unlimited supply of coconut.
Christopher Pellet
Do you think Bougainville's just under the horizon? Eh, Karaki?
Karaki
Yes.
Christopher Pellet
Well, all right, old chip. You got me this far. I trust you. You know, Karaki, you're quite a Fellow. Yes, yes. You sure don't talk much, though I.
The Man in Black (Narrator)
Don'T seem to reach you somehow.
Christopher Pellet
Why, even I'd like to know what goes on under that top nut of yours, my boy. I'd also like to tell you how grateful I am. Wish I could show you, Rocky.
The Man in Black (Narrator)
Now listen. Me one big fellow friend long.
Christopher Pellet
You savvy?
The Man in Black (Narrator)
You big fellow friend long.
Christopher Pellet
Me savvy. We too damn big fellow friend always.
Karaki
Aye. Yes. My word.
Christopher Pellet
My word. Oh, Karaki, you kill me.
The Man in Black (Narrator)
And so Christopher Pellet warmed to a man. For the first time in his mean life, he actually felt grateful to this quiet savage who had, with rarest self sacrifice, saved his life again and again. And now that he was thoroughly sober, he could understand it even less. The native islander was a mystery to the end. The end came two days later at Bougainville. Under a gorgeous dawn. They sailed into a bay that was crystal blue and right up onto a dazzling white beach. Pellet was the first ashore, and he ran up to a rocky point to see all the charm of the place for himself. Crocky, in his simple and efficient way, proceeded about his own affairs. He landed what was left of the supplies stolen at Fafuti and piled them high on the beach. A few minutes after, Pellet heard a gentle footstep behind him and turned to find Karaki standing there with the rifle at his hip and an axe in his hand.
Karaki
Me like.
Christopher Pellet
Oh, sir, me like too. This is a great place you have here, Crocky.
Karaki
Me lack em head.
The Man in Black (Narrator)
Huh?
Christopher Pellet
Huh? Oh, well, I like you too, Karaki. We big fellow freight, right?
Karaki
Me like him too much. One flat head belong you.
The Man in Black (Narrator)
What do you mean? I don't understand.
Karaki
Red hair, fine red whisker, Big price here. Smoke em head, make em Karaki big man on island.
Christopher Pellet
You mean. You mean you. You're gonna. My head.
Karaki
Thine head. Very fine head.
Additional Narrator / Minor Character
Cut him off.
Karaki
Now.
The Man in Black (Narrator)
That was the way of it. That was all the mystery in Karaki's country. A white man's head, well smoked, was indeed a prize. But that of Mr. Christopher Pellet, with his precious red whiskers, was a thing to be desired above the love of women and the simple, patient, enduring. Karaki had served hard to win it. And did it really matter to Pellet how or why he died, since his own race would have hanged him for murder anyway.
Radio Host / Show Announcer
And so ends the man in black story for today. The Price of the Head by John Russell. Before we hear of next week's tale, let me remind you that Hearthstone of the death squad follows on this station in just a moment.
The Man in Black (Narrator)
Next week, I've selected for you one of the most unusual and terrifying stories in my library. Mr. William Faulkner, one of America's most distinguished authors, wrote it, and he calls it simply a Rose for Emily.
Radio Host / Show Announcer
The man in black stars paul freeze today, assisted by the noted hollywood actor john dana. This is the cbs radio network.
Karaki
Foreign.
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Episode: The Black Book 52-02-02 (x) The Price of the Head
Date: November 17, 2025
Main Theme:
A chilling tale from radio’s Golden Age, "The Price of the Head," dramatizes the dangerous bond between a disreputable colonial outcast and a native friend in the South Seas, revealing the darkness beneath human relationships and the cruel fascination with the “exotic.”
In this episode, "The Man in Black" narrates John Russell’s suspenseful story, "The Price of the Head." Set among the Solomon Islands, it follows the dissolute European Christopher Pellet and his enigmatic native companion, Karaki, through a violent, alcohol-ridden flight from justice—all culminating in a grim twist of colonial betrayal. The entire story exudes the mysterious, haunting style of classic radio drama, inviting listeners into a world where civilization and savagery tragically blur.
Quote:
"For down among the Solomon Islands, the terrors of pure savagery lay just beneath the thin cover of the white men's civilization."
— The Man in Black (01:12)
Quote:
"He's dead, Crocky. I killed him."
— Christopher Pellet (05:58)
Quote:
"Not catching Karaki and Pellet. No way."
— Karaki (09:31)
Memorable exchange:
Pellet: "Why, even I'd like to know what goes on under that top nut of yours, my boy. I'd also like to tell you how grateful I am. Wish I could show you, Rocky." (10:48)
Karaki: "Me one big fellow friend long."
Pellet: "We too damn big fellow friend always." (11:15–11:20)
Key quotes:
"Me lack em head."
— Karaki (12:41)
"Red hair, fine red whisker, Big price here. Smoke em head, make em Karaki big man on island."
— Karaki (13:04)
Quote:
"Did it really matter to Pellet how or why he died, since his own race would have hanged him for murder anyway?"
— The Man in Black (14:10)
The episode maintains the dramatic, foreboding ambiance typical of mid-20th-century radio dramas, with moments of black humor, irony, and fatalism. The Man in Black’s narration is both intimate and chilling, emphasizing the darkness of human nature.
This story stands as a striking example of the moral ambiguity and dark intrigue of classic pulp fiction, layered with a haunting twist. Even without prior knowledge of radio drama, listeners are drawn into a world where “civilized” and “savage” blur—and the ultimate price of trust is chillingly revealed.