The Shadow - The Ghost on Horseback! (Radio Recreation)
Project Overview
Cast (In Order of Apperance)
Lamont Cranston and Margot Lane stay at the Ranch in Arizona gathering background material for a series of Magazine articles about the West, until they soon discover that they are tracking down the Ghost of the Bandit; Pete Larkin. Who can stop a ghost from killing? The Shadow Knows!
*Note* Once given the role, I wil need the lines done as soon as possible. the latest time to send them in will be June 18th for this Episode will be uploaded on YouTube on June 20th
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Age: 60
*Note* I did not mispelled any of the words, thats hows it is written in the Original Script
Yes'm. Y'see, me and him's sort of got used to settin' around and talkin' things over about this time every night. Shep don't like to give up that idea.
Y'like them folks, eh, Shep? (Dog Barks) So do I. Y'know what they's come here to do? Guess you don't. They's here to find out about folks like you and me, and to write stories about us. That's all right, ain't it?Sure, I figured you'd like that. Right now, they'a headin' for the village for a talk with Bix Evans about the old times in these parts. Bix's got everythin' writ down, and could tell 'em more in five minutes that I can in five--
(Surprised) Who's that ridin' like thunder this time o'night?What was that? That-- ridin' up in the hills! No, it cain't -- it cain't -- (Screams) Jesse! Jesse! Jesse Cummings!
Age: 60
Oh, so you heard a yell too. Let me smell your breath.
Sure, mighty real. The ghost of Pete Larkin. (Laughs then Guffaws)Manuel... More coffee for Miss Lane and Mr. Cranston.
The best Mexican handyman this side of the rio Grande. Been with me three years, and never no trouble.(Laughs) Maybe Shep's still chasin' the ghost. Go on, Ben, tell my guest about that vision. I want them to have a good laugh too.
He ain't, Miss Lane. He was a bandit that got strung up thirty-five years ago. And strung up for keeps.
Age: 38
Si, Senor Cummings. I bring it right away.
The coffee, please.
Si, I clean up in the kitchen. But I hear nothing like Senor Ben say. I am sorry.
Buenos Dios! Look! He do not walk, he crawl!(Off) Ow - oooooooo!
(Off) No! No! Do not kill me! Help! Help!
(Groaning Hysterically) Ah, mio Dios... Dios... Salva ciamento... ah, ah... Dios.. Dios...
I see... I see.. man stand by window of house... I go look. Man.. Run away fast... I run too.. I jump.. catch man around shoulders.. But I do not catch him...
Nobody hold him... I grab him by shoulders.. Man stop running.. he laugh.. Then what I see what I am holding... it is nothing. My hands.. they go right though the man.(Blood Curdling Yell, Echo) *Please do a few takes of the Yelling*
(No Mexican Accent) Who? What was that?
I will -- whoever you are -- with this flashlight. You knocked it out of my hands!
Yes! I can throw a motion picture anywhere... on trees.. on clouds... withoutthe usual ray of light from the machine.
Ah, visitors. Why bust in when you may enter as gentlemen -- and a lady?
Introductions, please. We consider ourselves civilized... I hope.
Charmed. I see Miss Lane wrinkles her nose. Does the smell in my castle offend you?Be truthful! It offends me sometimes.
Ah, a man from the outer world!
Greetings. (Laughs)(Sarcastically) My dear public. Have you come to beg my return to the world of artists and fools?
But strangely the horse forgot to leave his hoof prints inside the shack. How inconsiderate of him!
No, Ben. And I never heard of Pete Larkin either. Now, if you'll do me the honor of leaving -- all of you...
How can I -- when I'm so brutally outnumbered? But why must I listen to ghost stories? I used to write them -- for fools like you.