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and Harriet Hilliard.
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Drag it out boys and be careful.
It may be valuable.
Very exciting.
Bye, folks.
Very exciting.
Why?
Why, look.
A trunk, ladies and gentlemen, a trunk.
Contents unknown.
Thank you, boys.
It's an old trunk, folks.
A mysteriously sealed old trunk.
We are ordered by Telegram to sell it at auction this evening and open.
Now who'll start the bidding?
Wally.
Yes, dear.
I'm going to bid on it.
Oh, Jan, be sensible, will you?
We've already bought a lamp, two chairs and another original Venus de Milo statue.
What do we want with an old trunk?
I won't go over $10, Wally.
$10?
I should hope not.
Oh, please, honey.
It's got such lovely old stains.
Please.
It might be valuable.
It's a very good buy, lady.
$2.
Mr. Merton, I have $2 here.
Ridiculous.
It's only $2.
Two.
Do I hear three?
Three.
Do I hear three?
Two-fifty.
Three.
Three dollars here, Mr. Merton.
Three.
Do we hear more?
Three going once.
Three going twice.
Going for the third last time at three.
All done.
Let me through, please.
Let me through.
Sold to the lady for $3.
Congratulations, lady.
A very good buy.
Wally, I got it.
Wait.
I raised the bid.
$100.
I'll give $100.
Sorry, friend.
You're too late.
But I must have the trunk.
$200.
Sorry, friend.
I told you I sold it to this lady for $3.
Little man who came in at the last minute and bid $200 so that old trunk didn't fool
me for a minute.
They'll do anything at those auctions to make people spend money on junk.
But they didn't fool me.
We got it for $3.
Well, later we went around to the back to pick up our stuff.
Yes, that's ours.
The statue, too, in the trunk.
Right here, lady.
Well, that's not the same trunk.
It's newer.
It's the same one, lady.
No.
The one you sold me was lovely and old.
The one you sold my wife had stains on it, and we want the one with the stain.
That's right.
I want what I bought.
But I tell you, lady, we use the old one for a come on.
Take this.
It'll make you happy.
No, we want the one you sold us.
Oh.
Okay.
Okay, sure.
I'll get it.
I'll be right back.
Honestly, Jan, sometimes I wonder about you.
Oh, you do?
Well, let me tell you something.
That old trunk's got something in it.
I know.
You know.
What about that funny little man who came in late and bid $200?
I'll bet he made them offer us that other trunk just now.
Well, honey, that's part of the act.
They want to make people figure it's valuable.
Next Sunday, they'll have 50 old trunks to sell.
All right.
You wait.
You'll see.
I'll be right back.
Well, we got our old trunk, paid for it, and carted it home.
It sat in the middle of the living room.
Big, old, and dirty with a lot of funny looking stains.
Jan was like a kid with a new doll.
What do you think's in it, Wal?
The thing, maybe?
I don't know.
It could be anything, couldn't it?
Sure.
Anything.
It's something like Christmas, you know?
Are we going to stand here and talk about it?
Let's open it and get it over.
No, wait.
Not for a minute.
I just want to look.
Why do you suppose that little man wanted it so badly?
It can't be the same as the other trunks they've got.
Jan, I thought you had more sense.
Do you honestly think they'd sell us something for $3 if they didn't open it first to find
out what's in it?
It's heavy.
It's filled with old clothes, roller skates, blood instruments.
Wal, guess what's in it?
This doesn't make any sense.
Let's open it.
No, it's more fun if we guess.
You guess first.
Let's see.
An old trunk.
Pretty big.
A lot of peculiar stains.
Big enough to put a butt.
Will you stop this nonsense?
Come on, I'll open it.
Wait.
We'll open it together.
The catch is stuck.
I can't...
Here, I'll do it.
It's stuck.
Stand back.
There.
Well, go on.
Open it.
It's yours.
Doesn't it scare you?
Just a bit.
Scare me?
Kidding.
There.
Now are you satisfied?
Wally, I'm sorry.
Look, it's nothing but a mess of old rags and papers.
Three dollars, three hard earned dollars for a pile of newspapers.
Hey.
Wally.
Hey.
Well, look.
Diamonds, gold rubies.
Wally.
It's a fake.
Must be.
But it's worth it.
It's worth it.
Wally.
These aren't real.
They look real.
I'm scared.
There's nothing to be scared about anymore.
Not real.
None of it is.
I don't know.
Be sensible.
If this stuff were the real thing, I mean diamonds, pearls, emeralds and all, it'd be
worth millions.
It looks real.
I mean it.
A woman has a feeling about jewelry.
She can tell.
Jewelry.
Look, did you ever see a diamond ring this big?
Well, no.
All right.
Once and for all, I'll prove it to you.
You think this is a diamond ring, huh?
Yes, Wally.
I think it is.
This is a diamond.
Okay.
This is a diamond ring.
Okay, now watch.
Diamonds cut glass, right?
Yes.
Okay.
I'm going to scratch it on the window.
Maybe this will satisfy you.
Okay.
There's your...
I told you.
I told you they're real.
We bought a trunk full of jewels.
And that little man at the auction must have known about it.
In just a moment, Ozzie Nelson and Harriet Hilliard in the second act of Going, Going
Gone.
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Well we sat and looked at the trunk full of jewels.
We looked at the cut window.
We didn't say anything, just looked.
Then Jan went into the kitchen.
When she came back, she had a bottle of beer and two glasses.
It's a funny thing about Jan.
At the drop of a hat, she's got to celebrate.
Of course we had something to celebrate.
About a hundred million dollars worth.
What are we going to do with it?
I don't know.
You want to think.
Maybe we ought to call the police.
Why should we call the police?
I mean supposing it's all stolen jewels.
Oh yeah.
Hey, the door, somebody's to the door.
Come on, get the rags and paper back in the trunk.
We'll put it in the bedroom.
It's probably only mother.
Or the guy from the auction.
Come on, hurry.
Why do you push and I'll pull?
Well, I feel as if we've done something wrong.
You got to be careful.
Now shut the door.
Look, if it is your mother, don't say a thing now, please.
All right.
How do you do?
My name is Anatole Minchey.
Yes.
You are Mr. Pindell.
Yes, that's right.
You bought a trunk this afternoon at the auction.
You see, I arrived too late to buy it myself.
Well, that's too bad.
Too bad, yes.
Mr. Pindell, I'll give you $200 for it.
Sentimental value, you understand.
I'm very sorry, but we don't care to sell it.
Would you mind getting your foot out of the door?
Ah, you have opened the trunk?
Yes.
$50,000 then.
Must be a very sentimental man.
$100,000, Mr. Pindell, my last offer.
We needed a trunk.
Good evening.
I must warn you, the consequences will be upon your own head.
This is your last chance.
Think carefully.
Good evening.
Mr. Pindell, you're making a mistake.
Please, I beg of you, please take my offer.
I heard it, Wally.
What are we going to do?
I don't know.
It was that same little fellow.
He's still there.
I'm scared.
Well, call the police.
No, no, no, Jane.
If he might have a gun.
That little guy with a gun?
Well, all right, maybe it'd be better.
Tomato Aspik first.
Please, please.
Hello?
Please, I'm using the phone.
Do you mind getting off?
Oh, oh, I'm sorry.
What's the matter?
Party line.
What does that woman talk about all day long?
Maybe you better drive down to the police.
Wait a minute, maybe he's gone.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
No, no, wait.
You gotta drive home.
Well, there's nobody out there.
He's gone.
What are we going to do?
What do you mean, we bought the trunk?
What's in it is ours.
That isn't right, Wally.
We'll get into trouble.
What's the matter with you?
Do you want us to live on my salary for the rest of our lives?
We can retire, go to Florida, even Paris.
Anywhere.
Buy a big car, a yacht, anything.
I want all those things too, but I'm scared.
That man at the door, he might be a gangster.
or a foreign jewel thief.
Oh, for goodness...
Suppose he's got other men with him.
I'll try the police again.
Chestnuts is the only stuffing I use.
Of course, some people like oysters.
Hello!
Will you please hang up? I'm using the phone.
This is an emergency.
Nervous some people. Honestly, Lou, the times I've tried to get the use of this phone for just five minutes.
I am trying to call the police.
Any excuse. The rudest people.
What was I saying, dear?
Oh, yes, oyster stuffing.
Well...
She won't get off.
Well, she's got to. Let me try it once.
No, no, no, no, wait.
Maybe it's fate.
Maybe we're not supposed to.
Fate? You listen to me, Wally.
I don't see why you're making such a fuss.
We're safe enough. I'm not afraid of...
Wally.
Yes, I heard it.
Don't you dare go.
What do you want me to do?
I don't know, but...
Maybe it's your mother this time.
Who is it?
I'll scream out the window for help.
You can't do that. What would the neighbors think?
I'm going.
Wally, you be careful.
Here, take the poker.
Okay, stay where you are.
Wally, please.
Don't open it.
It's all right. Stay in there.
Oh.
Okay, I've had enough of this.
Wally!
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["Going, Going Gone"]
Wally, it's that same little man.
What's wrong with him?
Make him get up.
The door, the door.
Oh, oh, oh, yes, the door.
What happened?
Where are you hurt?
I don't know.
Ben, close to me.
I've got to tell you.
Yeah?
We've got to do something.
No time.
No time, they caught me.
As I was coming back up here, they'll get you too.
Oh?
Who?
What are you talking about?
They're waiting.
Outside.
Later in the night, they'll come.
The killers.
Killers?
Who are they?
The jewels.
Where are they?
They're in the trunk.
We put them in the bedroom.
We can't let him die.
Call the police, Wally, a doctor, something.
Save yourselves.
Get out of this house.
Get out.
Wally?
Yeah.
I guess so.
Poor little guy.
I'm scared.
Wally, what are we going to do?
No, no, no, take it easy.
Nobody's going to hurt you.
Everybody's swinging their swing.
What?
Hello?
Oh, for Pete's sake.
What's the matter?
Well, that old, she left her phone off the hook just for spite.
She left it off.
Oh, no.
Hello?
Hey, party line.
Hey.
Just wait.
Next time I'm using the phone and she wants to get a call through,
you just wait.
You've got to think.
Couldn't I scream out the window for help?
Sure, and if they're waiting out there, you get killed like him.
You've got to think.
Wait a minute.
Put out the light.
I'm going to peek out.
You stay behind the curtain, Wally.
Don't let them see you.
It was getting misty.
I couldn't see to the end of the street, but near the lamppost,
a couple of houses down, I saw a black car, big and long.
Now, there are only two houses in our street, mine and a neighbor who
wasn't home.
And I'd never seen that car before.
I thought of what was in the trunk, but it was a black car.
I thought it was a black car.
I thought of what was in the trunk and what was lying right inside the
front door.
The man doesn't like to show it, but as I looked out, I was scared.
Can you see them?
No, but there's a car down there.
It must be in it.
Come away.
No, no, no, wait a minute.
What?
Stay back.
I can see lights.
They're coming around the corner.
Slowing down.
She must be drunk.
That's Mr. Fling.
Mr. Fling, he won't be any good.
He always comes home drunk on Sundays.
Well, I'm going to try anyway.
I just hope he's too drunk to get into the garage.
Good, he didn't make it.
Now, look, honey, I'm going to open the window and yell.
Get down on the floor.
They may start shooting.
Oh, Wally.
Mr. Fling.
Hey, Mr. Fling.
Why don't you shut up?
You wake up the baby.
Shut up.
Mr. Fling, it's Pindell, Wally Pindell.
Oh, yeah.
Now, listen, we're in trouble, Mr. Fling.
You've got to call the police.
Tell them to get over here in a hurry.
Sure, okay.
Now, get in your house quick.
You're in danger too.
Yeah, okay.
Thanks.
He must be fairly sober tonight.
He's going to do it.
Oh, gee, if the police can get here in time.
I'm going to go get him.
What are we going to do with him?
Mr. Minchie?
I don't know.
Better put him in the bedroom, I guess.
On our bed?
Oh, honey, he's dead.
Poor guy.
Look, you stay here.
I'll carry him in.
All right.
I carried him into the bedroom and laid him down.
I never touched a dead man before.
I always thought they'd be cold.
But he wasn't.
Not yet.
Then the doorbell rang.
It's them.
Shh.
Stay with me.
Shh.
Yeah?
Hiya, pal.
Oh, Mr. Fling.
Anybody with you?
Oh, what have you got, a party?
You want I should get a friend?
Okay.
No, no, no.
Come on in, quick.
Don't push.
Don't pull.
I told you to call the police.
Police?
I thought you said police come on up and have a drink.
What's the matter?
Somebody dead?
Oh, hello, honey.
Jan, go make some coffee.
Whether it's something, anything.
Yes, Wally.
Now, listen.
Are you sober enough to listen?
Who's sober?
Oh, now look.
We've got to get the police.
All right.
Let me out.
Some men are outside and they're trying to kill us all.
They've already killed one man.
Yeah, who?
Oh, it doesn't matter.
Now, listen, we can't use our phones, so we've got to get to another one.
Oh, no.
I know these wild parties.
Get on my phone and call some dame in Paris, France.
Oh, no.
If you aren't so drunk.
Now, come on.
Come on.
Jan, hey, hey, hey, that hurts.
Hey.
Jan.
What, Wally, what?
He's no help.
He's too drunk.
Now, listen, I'm going to make a run for it.
You can't go outside.
They'll shoot you.
We're not going to stay here.
That's for sure.
Wait, where's that drink?
Wally, where are you going?
I'm going to take another look out the window.
Okay, okay.
I would like to bet some party.
The car's still there.
Good evening, sir.
Oh, no, no, don't get up.
I can't see if anybody's in it.
I've got to take the chance.
Where do you go?
Well, there's no good trying to get to Fling's house at Sia's.
I'll try the back way.
If I get to the garage, I might be able to make it to the police in the car.
What about him?
I don't want to stay here alone with him.
Well, okay.
You come with me.
We went out the back door.
Everything was quiet, even quieter than usual because of the fog.
I knew we couldn't be seen from the street.
If we were quiet, then...
Ow.
Shh.
It's all right.
Place to leave a garbage pail.
Can you see anything?
No.
I'll open the door.
All right.
Oh, I told you to oil it.
Shh.
Have they got the key?
No, you've got it.
No, I haven't.
You drove this afternoon.
I gave them to you.
You did not.
Oh, left them in the ignition.
Get in.
Wally, they must have heard the noise.
What if they...
When I get out of the garage, you duck down.
If they try to stop us, I'll run them down.
Oh, it's so loud.
Shh.
It's all right.
Get back.
Hold on.
Put your guns out there.
Get your guns out, boys.
Mr. Pindell, where's the black car?
It was right over there across the street.
Well, it's gone.
Hey, maybe they're...
Jan, you stay here.
Looks bad.
The door's open.
You wait, Mr. Pindell.
We'll go in first.
Wally?
I don't know yet.
You guys search the back.
Okay, sir.
I'll go in.
Mr. Pindell.
Yes, yes, I'm coming.
Who's this?
Oh, this is my neighbor, Mr. Fling.
He's drunk.
Yeah.
Where'd you say the body was and the trunk?
Well, in here, but...
Well, he's gone.
They must have taken him away.
But the trunk is here.
Look.
Yeah.
The jewels, they're not here.
Mr. Minchie, he was there.
Now, listen, don't look at me like that.
I tell you, there was a trunk full of jewels.
And Mr. Minchie, Jan, Jan, come in here and tell him, will you?
Jan.
Well, that was about it.
The same trunk was there, empty.
There wasn't a mark on the bed and the dead body was gone.
We managed to wake up Mr. Fling, but he couldn't remember anything except that he wanted another
drink.
The police were pretty mad, but I guess Jan convinced them we hadn't been kidding.
Anyway, we gave him coffee and that was that.
There isn't much more to it, except that about two months later, Jan and I were having breakfast
one Saturday when the mail came.
Honey, do we know anybody in Mexico?
I don't think so.
More coffee?
Yeah.
Look, it's from Mexico.
I know, dear, you said so.
Mr. and Mrs. Wallace Pindell.
Who's it from, dear?
Jan, there's some money in it.
Two $100 bills.
Let me see.
What does the letter say?
Dear folks, I am sorry for the inconvenience I caused you, but it was my trunk and my jewels
and I had to get it back, so I know you'll excuse the little trick I played on you.
For reasons best known to myself, I put all the jewelry in the trunk and by telegram ordered
the sealed trunk to be sold at auction.
Unfortunately, you beat me to it.
Closed is a token of my appreciation.
Sincerely, Anatole Minchi.
Then he wasn't dead.
Maybe not.
We better tell the police.
Why?
All those jewels, suppose they were stolen.
He says right here that they're his.
Who'd steal a trunk full of jewels?
I know.
Let's forget the whole thing.
Pretend it never happened.
But every once in a while, we're reminded of it.
There's a diamond ring about as big as a half dollar.
See, I put it in my pocket after I cut the glass out of our window.
Jan used to wear it to parties, but not anymore.
She thinks it looks too much like a fake.
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