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The Phantom Motor

Lights Out

The Phantom Motor 

Apr 19 1939



ADVERTISER  SUSTAINING

WRITER  TED MAXWELL

PROGRAM TITLE  LIGHTS OUT

CHICAGO OUTLET  WMAQ RED

(11:30-12:00 P.M.) (APRIL 19, 1939) (WEDNESDAY)


CAST:

GIMPY

HOPE

JACK CARROLL

SPEED DIXON


[Opening omitted]


[page 2]


PAUSE:


EFFECT: CLINK OF GLASSES...SOUND OF BOTTLE OF BEER BEING OPENED AND POURED.


GIMPY: Thanks, Buddy. (DRINKS...SIGHS...BURPS LIGHTLY) 'scuse me. 'at's good beer. (PAUSE)...So you think I'm screwy on account of because I'm superstitious, huh? Lemme tell you somethin' ... there ain't a guy makin' his livin' pushin' a ton of motors through the air that ain' superstitious. (PAUSE) No...no, I ain't a pilot, but I done my share of flyin', see? In the war and after...as a flight mechanic. (PAUSE) Was I in the war? I hope to tell you i was. Long time before this country got mixed up in it. I'll tell you how it was. Put a head on that will you, Buddy?


EFFECT: (CLINK OF BOTTLE ON GLASS - BEER POURED)


[3]


GIMPY CONTINUED: Thanks. (DRINKS...BURPS AGAIN) 'scuse me. Well, when I was a punk kid I run away from home and shipped on a freighter goin' to France. When we got over there..I knew there was a war goin' on, see, and I was full of vinegar, so I thinks I'll get into it and see what the score is ... So I signed up with the Foreign Legion and see plenty of trouble. Well, I had a couple of years of mud, stink and lice and killin' and I got a chance to get into the air service as a grease monkey when we got into the mess. I figures it's safer workin' in a hangar back of the lines, see? ... I'll take one of those cigarettes if you don't mind, Buddy ... Thanks. Well, first thing I knew, I was flyin' as a gunner with a guy named "Speed" Dixon...He had the reputation as one of the best flyers in the business ... Yeah, he was everything they said he was, all right. I learned that the first time up with him. I learned somethin' else about him on that trip, too ... We was out scoutin' over the lines. Only been up a few minutes or so when Dixon spotted a lone Pfaltz cruisin' below us. We was in a swell position to give the Heinie the business because he hadn't seen us yet, so we started divin' on him.


EFFECT: (AIRPLANE MOTOR IN DIVE BEGINS SOFTLY BACK OF SPEECH)


Dixon was in position to let him have it with the front gun and I was gonna spray him as we went past....


(AIRPLANE MOTOR NOISE INCREASES)


[4]


GIMPY: (YELLS OVER NOISE OF ENGINE) Looks like cold meat, Dixon!


DIXON: Yeah! He's gonna be hot meat in a few minutes when he starts fryin' in his own gasoline! Here goes!


EFFECT: AIRPLANE MOTOR FULL MIKE - SOUND OF MACHINE GUN IN LONG BURST.


DIXON: (TRIUMPHANT LAUGH) What'd I tell you.


GIMPY: (A BIT SHAKEN) Lookit that. He's in flames. The poor guy'll burn to death before he hits the ground!


DIXON: Nah he won't. They always jump! There he goes! Now watch!


GIMPY: Hey! What're you gonna do?


DIXON: A little specialty act! Just watch!


GIMPY: You're not gonna shoot at him while he's fallin'!


DIXON: Oh, no!


EFFECT: SUDDEN LONG BURST FROM MACHINE GUN.


GIMPY: (RAGING) You louzy murderer! What'd you have to shoot him for! You knew he'd splash all over the landscape when he hit, anyway! Only a louse would do a trick like that!


SPEED: Shut up! I'm runnin' this show! And I like to run it that way! (BREAKS INTO LONG BRUTAL LAUGH)


ALL EFFECTS OUT:


[5]


GIMPY: Yeah.....he was that kind of a guy. But a Heinie almost paid him back, and me along with him, durin' the Heinie retreat to the Hindenburg Line. I'd been flyin' with him from February to August almost every day, but I never got used to what he called his "Show". We was flyin' an old B.E. with two Lewis guns and we done pretty good until one of them Aces from a crack German Staeffel got on our tail one day and rode us right over our own lines. We held together till we hit the ground....When I come to, I was in bed with a swell lookin' little dame with black hair holdin' my hand. They nailed a couple of strips of metal in the sides of both my legs but they knit crooked, see? So my right leg bows out and my left one in. That's why they call me "Gimpy". Well, this guy Dixon was punctured like a sieve, but he healed up after the war, worse luck, I guess. I never liked that guy after that first....but, anyway, he got a lot of jobs when we come home....are you gettin' a boot outa my talkin' or should I pipe down? I was tellin' you why I'm superstitious, see? Why I wouldn't leave the ground again for no money...but it takes a while to tell it, see? ... Thanks....I sure go for your beer, buddy. (LAUGHS) When I'm all through, you'll say I'm nuts....but I'm just givin' you the facts and you can take it or leave it. Anyway, seven or eight years ago he got me a job with the Hubbell Aircraft people back in Chi. Him and a guy named Jack Carroll was workin' as test pilots for the company and I go to work as a mechanic. Give the guy credit. He could fly....he always said he could fly a barn door if they put wings on it for him. (MORE)


[6]


GIMPY CONTINUED: Well, at the airport restaurant there was a peachy dame named Hope Johnson...a blonde kid with the biggest blue eyes you ever seen...an' one of them sweet innocent faces that when you look at 'em you're ashamed you're a man ... know what I mean? Well, she was stuck on Jack Carroll, but Speed Dixon was stubborn and was out to beat the guy's time. One day Jack was talkin' to Hope...(FADE)...at the lunch counter, and ...


JACK: (FADE IN LAUGHING) Why don't you break down and confess, Hope? You love me, you know you do...you can't help yourself.


HOPE: (LAUGHING) Don't be silly, Jack. And please let go of my hand and stop talking to me this way in here.


JACK: Why not? I love you just as much here as I do any place else. Besides, there's nobody here...your boss just drove into town and the cook's sitting down in the back picking a chicken.


HOPE: But, Jack, someone might come in...please let go of my hand, won't you? Be a good boy.


JACK: Tell me you love me first.


HOPE: Jack...


JACK: You've said so before...say it again. I like to hear it....when you say it I get goose pimples all over.


[7]


HOPE: (LAUGHS) Stop talking that way.... and let me take your dishes.


JACK: Can you beat it? Here I am talking of love...pouring out my heart and soul, and you talk about dirty dishes. Won't you please consider my sensitive nature?


HOPE: And won't you be serious for a change and let me tidy up this counter?


JACK: (SOFTLY) I am serious, Hope. And I'll keep on asking you to marry me...every day...every hour that I see you, until you say "yes". (PAUSE) I love you so much, Honey.


HOPE: (PAUSE) Jack, aren't you ever going to give up this dangerous work? Why don't you try for a transport job?


JACK: Because, Darling, I'm making plenty of money...and I'm saving it, for you. I get three times as much working as a test pilot.


HOPE: And take ten times the risk.


JACK: (PAUSE) Will you marry me, Hope?


HOPE: If you....give up that work...I will, yes.


JACK: Okay. Two more months...then I'll have about eighteen hundred in the kick and we'll go to Omaha and I'll take that night job out of there...pays three hundred a month and....


HOPE: Jack...do you mean it?


JACK: Of course I do. We'll buy a little place and....


[8]


HOPE: (QUICKLY)(SOTTO VOCE) Jack! Speed's coming...


EFFECT: SWINGING DOOR OPENS


SPEED: (FADING IN) Hi.


JACK: Ready, Speed?


SPEED: Yeah...she's out on the ramp. I want a bite before we go. How's about some apple pie and a glass of milk, Beautiful?


HOPE: I haven't any more apple, Speed. Jack just had the last piece.


SPEED: First in war, first in peace, first in the heart of our lovely lady of the kitchen, eh? (LAUGHS)


JACK: That's not so funny, Speed.


SPEED: I think it is.


HOPE: (ANNOYED) Will anything else do?


SPEED: Anything from your lovely hands, my Dear.


HOPE: Peach?


SPEED: Fine. I hope I didn't interrupt anything private here. Mind my moving in this way?


JACK: No. I'll go out and warm up the motors.


SPEED: Know what we have to do with it today, Son?


JACK: What?


SPEED: Go up to eight thousand...power dive three thousand and pull it out...that's all.


JACK: Hmpf!


[9]


HOPE: Jack...the same ship you tested yesterday?


JACK: Yep.


HOPE: You have to dive that big tri-motor?


SPEED: Just like shootin' fish. I had the cabin door taken off so we can get out in a hurry if we have to.


JACK: Chutes in the plane?


SPEED: Yeah. Warm 'em up and I'll be right with you.


HOPE: Jack...! I ...


JACK: 'Bye, Hope. We'll be down about the time you're off. Meet you here.


HOPE: Y-yes. Goodbye.


JACK: (BACK) Shake a leg, Speed.


EFFECT: SWINGING DOOR


SPEED: (AFTER A PAUSE) Well ...?


HOPE: (COLDLY) Well?


SPEED: I guess you didn't tell him.


HOPE: No. But, I will, if you don't stop annoying me, Speed Dixon.


SPEED: (LAUGHS) You don't tell me. (PAUSE) So you didn't tell him that you slapped me in the face last night, hm?


HOPE: No. (PAUSE) Why don't you let me alone?


SPEED: For one reason, I can't see what the devil you see in that guy. Another reason...I go for you in a big way. And...you're going to go out with me, too.


HOPE: No, I'm not.


[10]


SPEED: Yes, you are, baby. I usually get what I want. I have a habit of doing that.


HOPE: Listen to me, Speed ... I need this job. I'm supporting my mother and sister working here. But if you insist on bothering me as you have in the past, I'm going to have to quit and leave here. Won't you please....


SPEED: What can you see in that guy...tell me.


HOPE: Jack is kind, he's honest...he has ideals...he...he's fine...that's what I see in him.


SPEED: (PAUSE) You're the first girl to ever slap me in the mouth and get away with it.


HOPE: You're lucky I didn't tell Jack. If he knew that you held me....and deliberately kissed me...he...he'd beat you up, that's what he'd do.


SPEED: (LAUGHS) What a chance! (PAUSE....EVENLY) I'm going to give you one more chance. Want to go see a show with me tonight?


HOPE: No.


SPEED: Okay, Girl. I said you were the first one to slap me in the mouth and get away with it. Maybe you don't know it...but I'm sort of a tough guy..I got that reputation over in France. (PAUSE) I'll tell you something...give you something to think about...You haven't gotten away with it either. (PAUSE)...Well....see you in church.....at the funeral.


[11]


EFFECT: HE GETS UP. STOOL SCRAPES ON FLOOR....HE WALKS TO DOOR...OPENS IT AND LEAVES.


PAUSE:


FADE IN SOUND OF MOTORS IDLING


SPEED: (FADING....RAISES VOICE TO TALK OVER MOTORS) All set, Carroll?


JACK: (CALLS) Yeah. Did they have any final orders?


SPEED: Just the same. Up to eight thousand... power dive, and pull out at five thousand. They're up in the tower. Going to look on from there. Let's go.


JACK: Okay.


SPEED: I'll take it up and you take the controls on the dive.


JACK: I thought you wanted to pull it out.


SPEED: Not this time. You have the fun. Then if a wing folds up they can blame you, not me. (FADING) Come on.


JACK: Are the chutes..? (THEN TO HIMSELF) Oh, yeah.. they're inside.


HOPE: (FADING IN, CALLING) Jack...! Jack! Wait a minute!


JACK: What, Hope?


HOPE: (FADE IN) Jack! I ... Jack, who's going to fly it, you or Speed?


JACK: He's taking it up and I'm bringing it down. Why?


HOPE: I don't know ... I'm just afraid of him. I don't trust him, Jack.


JACK: Nonsense. (LAUGHING) What can he do?


[12]


HOPE: Why not let him go up alone this time? Jack, really I'm afraid he's up to something.


JACK: (LAUGHS) What gave you such an idea as that?


HOPE: Well, I haven't told you...but he's been annoying me lately, and...


JACK: He has, huh? Wait till we come down. I'll fix that guy. I told him once before that....


HOPE: Can't you stay down this time?


JACK: No, Dear. Regulations demand two men. Don't worry...there's nothing he can do.


HOPE: Will you....be careful, Jack?


JACK: Sure. Don't worry about me. Got to go, Sweet. Bye. See you as soon as I come down. (FADE)


HOPE: (BACK, CALLS) Bye!


EFFECT: WE HEAR HIM CLIMB INTO CABIN OF THE PLANE AND THE MOTORS ARE NOW A BIT SOFTER.


SPEED: Anybody'd think you were crossing the Atlantic...all the fond farewells.


JACK: Listen, Wise guy...I've got a bone to pick with you when we come down...but not now.


SPEED: (LAUGHS) Yeah?


JACK: Yes. We'll see just how tough you are.


SPEED: Tough enough to take you any time, Stupid.


JACK: We'll see about that.


[13]


SPEED: I'll take you before you know it. (LAUGHS) Just watch. In fact, I'm taking you now.


JACK: You've got the green light...get going.


SPEED: Okay, Commodore. (LAUGHS) (SINGS)

"Tis a gleam of hope and a maze of danger

And our fate is still to learn

And alas poor man set sail commander

On a ship that never returned."


JACK: Marvelous sense of humor.


SPEED: You don't know the half of it. How does that go...? 'Many a true word spoken in jest.'


JACK: Get going, will you...I want to get this over.


SPEED: You will.


EFFECT: HE REVS UP THE MOTORS AND THEY TAKE OFF ..WE HEAR THE PLANE ROAR AWAY FOR A GRADUAL FADE OUT TRANSITION.


PAUSE:


FADE IN PLANE WITH CONVERSATION AGAIN IN CABIN OVER THE MOTOR.


JACK: You're at eight thousand and we're over the field....where are you going?


SPEED: I'm figuring on the wind drift for the parachutes. Don't want to have to try to swim with a chute on...I want to land on the field.


JACK: What do you mean---parachutes? We couldn't fold these wings if we dove ten thousand.


[14]


SPEED: No? Don't be too sure about that.


JACK: Come on. Cut loose. I'll take it, now.


SPEED: Okay. (LAUGHS) Happy landings, Stupid.


JACK: You've got something coming to you when we do land, fella. And don't forget it.


SPEED: I won't forget it. I won't be able to. In fact, I'll laugh about it the rest of my life. Go on....start your dive.


JACK: Where are you going? Leave your safety belt on, you fool!


SPEED: I'm going to stand back in the cabin where I can watch the wings. I can hang onto a seat. (FADE) Go ahead, Caroll! (CALLING) Dive her! Dive her to ____!


EFFECT: WE HEAR THE MOTOR RETARD A BIT AS HE ZOOMS AND STALLS. THEN WE HEAR THE RUSH OF WIND THRU THE STRUTS AS HE STARTS THE DIVE. HE THEN TURNS ON MOTORS FULL POWER AS THEY NOSE TO EARTH.


THE EFFECT SUSTAINS A BIT.


THEN OVER MOTORS COMES THE HORRIBLE SOUND OF THE WING FOLDING UP AGAINST THE CABIN.


SPEED: (SCREAMS) There you go, Carroll! Your port wing's folded. Sorry I have to leave you. If your parachute doesn't work...send it back to the factory! (LAUGHS AND DIVES TO EARTH...THE LAUGH FADING SUDDENLY AS HE JUMPS)


EFFECT: THE MOTORS CONTINUE TO ROAR...FADE OUT AND FADE IN THE ROAR FOR PASSING OF TIME..THEN A TERRIFIC CRASH AS PLANE HITS GROUND


TRANSITION.....GONG.....


[15]


GIMPY: (FADE IN) And so that was the end of Jack Carroll. He was a swell egg, too. Huh? Yeah, I'll have another belt of that beer. I ain't through with the story yet. Wait'll you hear the rest of it. (PAUSE)


EFFECT: BOTTLE AND GLASS...POURING


Okay. (DRINKS...BURPS) 'Scuse me. That's good beer. Tastes like the stuff we got over in Germany. Looks like it, too. Huh? Oh, sure he did. I'm comin' to that part. Course nobody knew what went on up there at ten thousand feet, but Speed Dixon. An' he wasn't tellin'...the truth, anyway. The bosses was in the control tower and they see the whole thing...like I did, at the hangar. We see the dive start and all of a sudden the port wing folds up like it was made of tissue paper...then out of the starboard side comes Dixon....he opens his chute after a few hundred feet and maneuvered out of the way of the crate fallin' and landed on the south end of the field. Well...Jack Carroll, he beat beat Dixon to the ground...even though he jumped a long time after...'cause his chute didn't open. It was awful. The guy dove out head first an' come straight down like a sack of potatoes....landed right in the middle of the field....standin' up. He made a hole two feet deep in the ground. (PAUSE) The girl, Hope, she was standin' outside an' seen the whole thing. Well, she went nuts right then and there. They took her to a sanitarium an' she's still there...clean out of her mind. (PAUSE) Well, anyway, there wasn't enough left of the plane to shake a stick at when they started their investigation. (MORE)


[16]


GIMPY CONTINUED:

The only thing left was the starboard motor...it was hangin' in the heap on part of the starboard wing and wasn't gummed up much. Remember that. Important to the story. (DRINKS MORE BEER) So they had a investigation. First they found out that Jack's rip cord busted when he pulled it...so his parachute didn't open. Next they found that one of the wing struts on the port side had been cut almost through before the plane left the ground. They could tell by the markin's that it was done a purpose, see? They questioned everybody on the field an' give Dixon a real goin' over but they couldn't prove nothin' against him...so they just shut the case up. But they fired Dixon...I guess because some of the bosses figured he had somethin' to do with it and too because the publicity wouldn't do the company no good, with him still on the staff. Well, I got the sack, too, because I was in charge of inspectin' the ship that mornin'. If the wing strut was monkeyed with it musta been done the night before an' covered up with wax or paint or somethin' cause I went over the ship with a fine tooth comb before they took off. An' I didn't believe Dixon had anything to do with that or with the rip cord on the chute until a couple of years later. Then I got the dope. This is the part that'll kill you. And, un'stand, I don't expect you to believe it, neither. You just ast for the story an' I'm givin' it to you like I seen it an' heard it an' you can believe it or don't. Another swig of this belly-wash an' I'll tell you the rest of it. (DRINKS AND ENJOYS IT...[THEN] BURP)....(MORE)


[17]


GIMPY CONTINUED: Well, I couldn't get a job at any airport around there an' I went on the bum. I turned into a cinder grifter an' rode the rods west. I finally got a job in a airport in Seattle. Well, one day Dixon come in to see the boss an' bumped into me. He was on his heels...had been buckin' tough luck since the affair back east, see. There wasn't nothin' doin' as far as gettin' a job was concerned. I slipped him a few bucks so's he could get by and he got a job on the docks. Well...he saved some dough an' then he come to me with a big idea one day. There was a big junk yard back east that was advertisin' some swell motors at pretty low prices, an' sayin' they paid the freight charge. He showed me where we could buy a used Wright Cyclone 525 horse power for four hundred bucks. What he wanted to do was build a plane and fly to Japan. Said he had a newspaper guy on the string who was offerin' thirty thousand bucks for a non-stop flight to Japan, see? So I give him all I had saved an' he put in what he had and he wired for the Wright Cyclone motor. I said I'd go with him. I knew enough about flyin' so's I could take over some of the flyin' while he got some sleep. The motor come an' I looked it over. She was in good shape. But let me tell you...even then I had a kinda funny feelin' when I was workin' on that motor...no kiddin'. Know why? 'Cause it was the starboard motor that was saved from that crash back in Chi. I didn't know that till later. (PAUSE) Ain't that a incidence, though? Tell 'em it is. So, we went to work...got some parts here an' parts there an' in a month we had a ship together. (MORE)


[18]


GIMPY CONTINUED: It was a good lookin' job, too, an' stood the first test flights okay. Then Dixon he decided we'd take it a few hundred miles out to sea where there was a storm...to see how she took it an' then bring her back. (PAUSE) Now I'll tell you why I been up in the air for the last time. Wait'll I knock this off. (DRINKS) Now, listen: We got out about three hundred miles in a peach of a storm an' banked an' headed back for the shore....


EFFECT: FADE IN SOUND OF MOTOR. THEY ARE TALKING IN CABIN. 


OCCASIONAL THUNDER EFFECT.


LONG PAUSES BETWEEN SPEECHES


GIMPY: Boy, that's black out there.


SPEED: Yeah.


GIMPY: Makes a guy feel....creepy.


SPEED: Probably get plenty of this when we head across to Japan.


GIMPY: How far out are we, Speed?


SPEED: 'Bout three hours in this weather.


GIMPY: ____, I wonder if we got gas enough for that long?


SPEED: I think we have.


GIMPY: (PAUSE) What if we ain't?


SPEED: Then we'll swim.


GIMPY: (PAUSE) I told you not to go out so far, Speed.


SPEED: Pipe down. What's the matter, turnin' chicken?


GIMPY: No...but she only had a hundred gallons of gas.


SPEED: (PAUSE) Are you scared of....death, Gimpy?


[19]


GIMPY: Me? Not exactly. I guess I ain't. I didn't cry "Uncle", in France, did I?


SPEED: That's why I'm a good flier, Gimpy...nothin' scares me.


GIMPY: Yeah. (PAUSE) Just the same I'll be glad when I can see good old terra firma again.


SPEED: We're getting out of the storm area now.


GIMPY: Yeah. (PAUSE) But someway I still feel....I dunno...like somethin's goin' to happen. I got a kinda heavy feelin' in my chest. (PAUSE) Like it's hard to breathe or somethin'.


SPEED: Dry up.


GIMPY: (PAUSE) Feels kinda hot in here. Whyn't you open a window a while?


SPEED: Nuts.


GIMPY: (PAUSE) I wonder how long this crate'd float?


SPEED: According to how you'd hit the water.


GIMPY: Well, I mean with a smooth landin'.


SPEED: About a half hour I guess.


GIMPY: (PAUSE) Plenty of guys has gone down in the ocean. I'd like to have a buck for every ...


SPEED: Lay off, will you?


GIMPY: First time I ever see you get nervous, Speed.


SPEED: I'm not. I'm listenin' to the motor.


GIMPY: Somethin' wrong? Sounds okay to me.


PAUSE DURING WHICH MOTOR IS HEARD EVENLY


[20]


GIMPY: Some guys crossin' the Atlantic was lucky landin' near ships when their motors conked out...but there ain't so much chance findin' one on the Pacific, I guess. Not so much traffic. (PAUSE) I don't think we'd float a half hour in that kinda water. Them swells is as high as a house. (PAUSE) Maybe it's better flyin' down this low, but I'd like it better up a couple of thousand feet. (PAUSE) ____, that water'd be cold this time of the year. I guess a guy drowndin' wouldn't know whether it was cold or not. (PAUSE) Wonder how it feels to drown. (PAUSE) I guess a guy'd just swim an' swim until he'd get too tired to swim any more an' then he'd just...sink. (PAUSE) I hear...no, I read someplace that a guy feels like everything's bustin' wide open...when he sinks under the water, I mean. (PAUSE) Then I read someplace where that's the easier way to die...you just open your mouth and try to breathe an' that's the finish. (PAUSE) I wonder if there's any sharks down there. (PAUSE) I wouldn't care if a shark got me after I drownded....but it'd be lousy if they started chewin' on you when you was swimmin'. I guess sharks ain't this far north, though.


SPEED: For heaven's sake, shut up!


GIMPY: 'Scuse me, Speed. I was just thinkin' out loud. (PAUSE) Gettin' plenty dark, ain't it? Gets dark early at this time of year, don't it? Yeah.


EFFECT: MOTOR STOPS ABRUPTLY


[21]


GIMPY: Hey... !


EFFECT: MOTOR STARTS AGAIN


GIMPY: What's the idea, I wonder?


SPEED: That's what I been listenin' to. Keep quiet now, will you? I want to hear it.


GIMPY: (LOW VOICE) ____, I hope she don't conk out on us. (PAUSE) Funny, I was just talkin' about that.


SPEED: (PAUSE) Actin' funny.


EFFECT: MOTOR SPUTTERS A BIT AND CUT BRIEFLY.


JACK CARROLL: (VOICE EERIE AND METALLIC) How do you like it, Dixon?


EFFECT: MOTOR STARTS AGAIN IMMEDIATELY.


SPEED: Wh ... Did you hear that?


GIMPY: Yeah....she quit again an' started. Must be the gas line.


SPEED: No! Not that, you sap! Didn't you hear that voice?


GIMPY: Voi...what?


SPEED: The voice! It said.."How do you like it, Dixon?"


GIMPY: (PAUSE) What's the matter, Speed? Maybe I better take the controls an' give you a rest, huh?


SPEED: I tell you, I heard it. It ... seemed .... to...come...from...the...motor.


GIMPY: That was just the wind you heard, Speed.


SPEED: No! I heard it! A voice!


PAUSE.


GIMPY: ____, I'll be glad when we see land again. (PAUSE) Holy Moses! Look at the gas gauge, Speed!


[22]


SPEED: Gettin' too low to suit me.


GIMPY: Why, it was only five minutes ago you turned on that last tank. I never saw a motor eat gas like this.


SPEED: Head winds ain't so strong, either. We must have a leak.


EFFECT: MOTOR CONKS OUT AGAIN.


CARROLL'S VOICE: (METALLIC, EERIE) This is your last flight, Speed.


EFFECT: MOTOR STARTS IMMEDIATELY


SPEED: (YELLS) There! Did you hear it? Did you hear that voice then?


GIMPY: I didn't hear nothin', Speed...except the wind when she cut again.


SPEED: It was a voice again!


GIMPY: You're imaginin' things, Speed. Take a rest an' let me...


SPEED: No! I know what I'm talkin' about. I heard it!


EFFECT: MOTOR CUTS AGAIN


JACK: (SAME EERIE VOICE) You're not going to fly again, Speed.


SPEED: There! Did you hear it?


EFFECT: MOTOR STARTS


GIMPY: I didn't hear nothin', Speed.


SPEED: You must be deaf. I say you DID HEAR IT! He said it was my last flight!


GIMPY: ____, I wonder if we're goin' to make it. The gas line must be fouled.


SPEED: I heard it, I tell you! And it sounded....Gimpy! This motor came from Chicago! From a junk yard! They buy up parts from crashed ships!


[23]


GIMPY: What about it?


SPEED: Those motors on that ship were Wright Cyclones.


GIMPY: You mean the ship you an' Jack Carroll smashed?


SPEED: Yes! And this motor...this motor is the starboard motor that was ON THAT SHIP!


GIMPY: Aw....no, it couldn't be.....


SPEED: IT IS! I KNOW IT IS! AND THAT'S JACK CARROLL'S VOICE I HEARD!


EFFECT: MOTOR QUITS AGAIN.


JACK: (EERIE LAUGH) How do you like it, Speed?


SPEED: (SCREAMS) CARROLL!


GIMPY: Hey, Speed....


EFFECT: MOTOR STARTS AGAIN.


GIMPY: Speed, for the love of Mike! What's the matter?


SPEED: You heard him...it was Carroll!


GIMPY: What's the matter...you lost your nut? Take on some altitude, Speed, so we'll have some gliding distance. We should be almost there now.


SPEED: It was Carroll.


GIMPY: Pull that stick back, Speed, or I'll ...


SPEED: I heard....him. It....was...Carroll...


GIMPY: PULL THAT STICK BACK!


EFFECT: MOTOR THROTTLES UP A BIT AS THEY CLIMB.


GIMPY: We'll get up here where we can still make it, maybe if she conks out entirely. The gas is almost gone, Speed.


[23]


SPEED: It was Carroll! (HE IS IN A DAZE)


GIMPY: Take it easy, fella. Think you can land her if we get there? Maybe I better take over the controls. I can set her down...if we get there.


SPEED: I...heard... him.


EFFECT: MOTOR CUTS AGAIN.


JACK: (LAUGHS) You're right, Speed. I'm in the motor. I'm Carroll, and I'm in the motor. It's my turn to laugh now. You're going to die, Speed. I'm going to crash you, like you did me. You killed me, Speed, and now I'm going to kill you. Look at your gas.


EFFECT: MOTOR STARTS AGAIN.


SPEED: (DEAD VOICE) Did you hear him, Gimpy? He said I'm going to die.


GIMPY: (SOTTO VOCE) The guy's gone nuts. (VOICE UP)


SPEED: I killed him and now he's going to kill me.


GIMPY: What're you sayin', Speed?


SPEED: You heard him...it's true. I killed him. I cut the wing strut so it'd fold up...I cut his rip cord so it'd break when he tried to open the chute. (STILL DEAD VOICE) I...killed him...and now...he's going...to kill me.


GIMPY: So it WAS you who done it. Why you dirty...Gimme that wheel...lemme take the ship or I'll bounce a fire extinguisher off your bean. (PAUSE) I'll put her down..and then.. 


[25]


SPEED: Listen!


EFFECT: MOTOR CUTS


JACK: (LAUGHS) You're going to die, Speed. You're going to die! You're going to die! I'm killing you like you killed me! Dive, Speed....dive to ____! (EERIE LAUGHTER FADES OUT)


SPEED: (SCREAMS)


GIMPY: Cut it out, will you! I'll brain you, Dixon. (pause) HERE WE GO!


EFFECT: THE PLANE GOES INTO A NOSE DIVE. MOTOR DEAD...WE HEAR THE SCREAM OF WIND THROUGH THE STRUTS AND ABOUT THE PLANE


GIMPY: HANG ON! WE'RE CRASHING!


WIND SUSTAINS AND THEN A TERRIFIC CRASH IN THE WATER


TRANSITION: GONG


[26]


GIMPY: An' there's your story, fellas. You can believe it or you can think I'm nuts. Anyway...we crashed only fifty feet from the shore in six feet of water. An' here's the part you won't believe...Dixon was killed outright..he was such a mess they took him out of the junk in pieces...and I didn't have a bruise on my body! That's a fact. Jack Carroll didn't have nothin' against me, see, 'cause he knew the truth...he killed Dixon and he saved my life. (PAUSE) Sounds screwy, I guess, but it's the truth. (PAUSE) That's why I won't fly no more. Every time I hear a plane motor, I get the creeps. I figure I'm better off on the ground after what I been through. (PAUSE) Lemme have another slug of your beer an' I'll be on my way. Thanks, Buddy.


EFFECT: WIND CHIMES...GONG...CLOSING DEVICE


ANNOUNCER: This Lights Out program was written by Ted Maxwell and comes to you from Chicago .... 





ab: 3:15

4/17/39

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