The Shadow S4E9 - The Gold Deceiver [Radio Recreation Series]
Project Overview
Prospector's are finding gold in them mountains! Carl Murray, an old-timey prospector, finds a good amount of gold; he is charmed by the beautiful and lovely Rita Karen, a singer at the "Lucky-Seven" Tavern. Little does Murray know; she has been helping Vince Regan, a two-timer barkeeper, in taking the profits for themselves...
Yet a thousand miles away, Lamont Cranston and Margot Lane are assiting George Wallace, a secret service agent, on uncovering a espionage radio transmitter.
How do these two collide with eachother? The Transmitter is somewhere in the area of the town of "Gold Nest" a boom town, sixty miles from the nearest city.
Can Lamont and his companions find this transmitter? The Shadow Knows!
Lamont Cranston/The Shadow - Spencer Brus
Margot Lane - Megan Salinas
The Announcer - Spencer Mak
Supporting Cast:
Carl Murray –
Rita Karen–
Vince Regan –
George Wallace –
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Carl Murray is a middle-age, robust old-time prospector. He finds gold in the mountain's and is celebrating his riches at the Lucky-Seven Tavern.
Voice Range: Medium / High
Say, what's a nice looking girlie like you doing up here in this no-woman's land, anyway?
Yep, but who knows? In a month this one horse town may be a bloomin' city.
Say, Mr. Regan, ain't we kinda takinga roundabout way to Bay City?
(Curious) Eagle Rock? They say that's wolf country through here.
Well, if there were any wolves all that noice you're making would bring 'em out on us.
(Struggles) What's the matter with you, Regan, you crazy? I'll be killed.
A beautiful young woman, Rita Karen is the singer of the Lucky-Seven Tavern. What only Vince knows, is that she has been luring men to their deaths...
(Sexy) Hello, Mr. Murray. Mind if I sit down with you?
Well, I saw you at the bar before buying drinks for the house and waving that little canvas bag around.
Like we -- discouraged the other two? You know, Vince, I don't like that stuff.
But Vince, this palce of ours is doing business hand over fist.
I'm glad it was you for a change. Look, Vince, how long do I have to go on being cute with that broken down old character?
Not now, Vince. I gotta get outside and do my number.
I'll be back when I finish. (Pause) And you'd better go easy on the whiskey.
My dressing room here isn't the missing persons bureau, handsome, but you're welcome to stay.
Just getting to that. Geoge told me he was packing up his load and clearing out.
So long, handsome. I'll give your regards to George.
The owner of the Lucky-Seven, Vince Regan has been hustling prospectors, taking their gold. The ones he hustle then get into an "accident" when making their way to the Fedreal Office to claim their gold.
Voice Range: Medium / Low
Then he couldn't have staked his claim yet. There's still time to discourage him.
Who's asking you what you like! I don't go for the idean of everybody and his brother hitting pay dirt around me! I've got my own stakes to protect!
How many times do I have to tell you -- Vince Regan isn't up here just for the nickels and dimes I can make on bum whisky!
Just for tonight, Rita. He's going down to Bay City tomorrow, to the Fedreal office, to file his claim. And I'm taking him in my wagon - part way.
'Course it won't do Carl Murray much good ' cause he won't have a gun. And wolf-hunting ain't much good without a gun, is it, Rita? (Chuckles) Except for the wolves.
Yeh, yeh, sure. Well, I'll be seeing you, Wallace.
And now, wise guy, you're going feel show leather in your face.
A security agent assigned to locate an espionage radio transmitter. He calls upon Lamont Cranston for assistance on this assignment, to be his contact to civilization. Wallance will pretend to be a prospector to locate this transmitter.
Voice Range: Medium - Low
No, Margot, to prospect for information that vitally affects the security of the country.
Yes. We've been trying to spot it by triangulation but it hasn't worked. Signal's been so infrequent.
There's no telephone in Gold Nest. You'll have to be my contact with civilization. We'll be in touch by shortwave radio.
I don't have much information either. Just some hearsay. But it seems the saloon keeper, Vince Regan has been mixed up in a couple of "accidents" that happened to particulary lucky prospectors.
No doubt about it now. He must have wandered off and -- (Stops) Say - I know this man.
Hey bartender. Bring another drink over here to my table. And set up another one for everybody in the house.
Sure does, sweetheart, includes you 'specially.
That's right. Got me some nuggets as big as those beautiful eyes of yours. Say, how about you and me doing alittle private celebrating of our own?
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