Sunday Showcase highlighting some of the best audio storytelling found anywhere. All right here on the Mutual Audio Network. And familiar, this week as you can guess we're not on Penny's most favorite location as the ship rolls and heaves on the waves off the western coast as we make our way back from sunny England to Halifax.
But to take our mind off the sea sickness we are entertained with two more features from Thursday thrillers with the voyage of the Scarlet Queen, the peg leg skipper and the Iberian blade and Rocky III in the Deadman's chest. I don't remember Rocky ever going after the Deadman's chest. Log entry, the catch Scarlet Queen, Philip Carney master, position 8 degrees 4 minutes south, 112 degrees 20 minutes east, wind fresh, sky fair.
Remarks, cleared Sirabaya Java after losing valuable cargo. Reason for loss, the peg leg skipper and the Iberian blade. We followed some dirty weather into the harbor of Sirabaya. But as soon as we tied up to the simmering trading companies, Doc's the sky is cleared. Then the porch business renewed. Harborcraft skidded to and fro, profit in Dutch Florence passed from hand to hand under the heat from the Java Sun. And the visitor rushed aboard the Scarlet Queen.
You are covered in car in the yard. I am called the Bishop from the Samarang company. Oh, you got cargo for it? Yeah, yeah, cargo for you to tip to Darwin Australia. We will know that once, yeah, with the papers on order and officer you come up there for sign. You first get ready to take it aboard. What's the rush? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. The silver is in Australia. I pay you bonus if you wish. Yeah, okay, Gallagher. We got cargo coming aboard.
The papers were in order and even before I'd come back to the ship, the cargo was streaming aboard. As per the bills of lading, the boxes that were dropping into the holes were marked... Silica, the semi-ranked trading company, Darwin. Hey, what is it, sir? Selleckon? Yeah. That's a hardening chemical used in making steel red. How are we doing? That's about all, folks! Good, we can use that bonus. I'm going below and get our clearance paper's ready. And just about then we had our second visitor.
I heard him before I saw him. And then he was entering my cabin. He was a seafaring man who had looked. And in place of his left leg was a wooden peg. It was past middle-aged, bloated. He looked at me through the pig eyes that were forced almost closed by a frown. I never worded with you, Captain Garnet, about this cargo. Wait a minute. Who said you could come busting in here? You'll sit down, Garnet. My name is Tom Larkin, Captain of the School of Nurse East, right?
You can't figure what you and I got to talk about. This cargo... I've loaded before dark and I'll be casting off at dawn. The cargo, Captain Garnet, is rightfully mine. No way to find an argument, Garnet. I've learned that argument's a one by the man holding the gun. And so mutual continues the voyage of the Scarlet Queen, written by Gildoud and Bob Talman, and starring Elliott Lewis. The Scarlet Queen, protest ship to plow the seas, bound for uncharted adventure.
Every week a complete entry in the log, and every week a league further, and the voyage of the Scarlet Queen. No arguments, Garnet. The cargo is mine. That is what the papers say. They're signed by Carl the Bishop and me, and they say the cargo is consigned to me. What do you get off pushing in here with a pistol and your fist saying it's yours? I have a contract with the Simmering Company. I sailed under their flag for 25 years. It's my cargo.
I was delayed by heavy weather in the space, instead of waiting for me that the Bishop gave it to you. You'd be paid a bonus for your trouble and the affair will be settled with new signatures. But as simple as that, what's the gun for? I've been dealing with men for a good many years, Garnet. Like I say, I learned that more arguments are one by the man holding the gun. I lost a leg as well as an argument one time when I didn't have a gun. It was a strong lesson.
All right, how does this argument wind up? It will come with me after the Bishop's office, but the context will be resigned, and the cargo will be transferred to my ship, eh? I will say about that. It was just about the one we reached the company warehouse, and it went through the Dorons and the Bishop's office. The Bishop was through signing our unsigning contracts. The cause of death was unexplained yet, but he was slouched over his desk in an attitude that was unmistakable.
Yeah, here what is this? Bags, what's happened? Slight man with hunched shoulders and balding heads to the middle of the room ringing his hand. Everything! What happened? Good afternoon, Jimmy. What's been out of his division? I don't know, Shay was locked up when I came in. I don't know. Don't give me a bag. I don't know, Shay was locked up when I came in. I'll leave it out to you. Bishop? Bishop, what's it? Eh, a posture. He lifted the body to an upright position.
Brust you what it was, please? And he shoved it. The chair of set in the body crumpled to the floor with it. Larkin stood looking down at it. I saw it eye, looking at the onate Spanish silver hilt of the Iberian blade. It was protruding from just above the bishop's heart. I'll see to the transfer of that cargo, Kanye. What makes you think I'll stand by anything you see, too? I've got the authority now that the bishop is dead and I use it. Larkin, I got a contract with the Samarang company.
They're going to release me from it. Nobody is. That's Law and Java or the Maylay States or Australia, anyplace else. That's what you want. Get in touch with the Darwin office. Tell him to notify the port captain here. I'll take my orders from him. That's what he's got to do, Kanye. You bags, come here. What's your tire with this? What? With the office, the company. I'm a clock. What was the murder for? I don't know, Shay. He was about that just sitting there when I came. What about that cargo?
Why is Larkin so hot to get it aboard his ship? I don't know. I don't know nothing about Captain Larkin's interest on this. Never mind. You better report this murder. Somebody ought to be interested in port abyssal. Gallagher! Yes, Deborah, on the tapet. Where in place has your been? Open off. I took a little time off and got mixed up in a murder. I'll put the bottle down. You don't need a drink. It's where you're wrong. I'm not kidding, Red. Who? Who was it? The bishop. The devil. How come?
I think we took on a hot cargo. I tried to get hold of somebody at the customs office to check it for us, but it's after ours. I think the play had safely better get the queen out of here. Why? Who are we running from? A captain, Tom Larkin, who's got a peg leg or crew someplace in strong feelings about putting this stuff aboard his ship? I don't want a dozen or so armed men catching this off guard. I want you to move the queen. Where are you going? I'll be in town at the Simpang Hotel.
Get her out of sight. Anchor in the stream someplace. And break open a few of those boxes to see what the cargo really is. Let me know sometime tonight. Will you? Sure. I sent a cable to the Summer Ang Company's office in Darwin explaining things and requesting an answer addressed to me at the Simpang Hotel. Then I checked the local law to see if the fish of smurred had been reported. It hadn't been so I gave them as much of the story as I knew. And I went to the hotel to wait.
I wait is about an hour and a half. Yeah? Captain Kearney, I must talk to you. The figure on the other side of the door was very trim, darkly appealing, and very feminine. She pushed away into the room, closed the door. I am Marcia Calero. How do you do? I was for a long time. It's very close friend to Carl. Carl? Carl Debyship. We met in Argentina, and I followed him here. Sit down, Miss Collar. Thank you. It is so sad about Carl. Yeah. Why don't you come to me? I had no place else to turn.
It was such a shock to be told by the police like that. So sudden they told me about you, and I needed someone to talk with. In the States, we'd say your act is from hunger, Gordy. I'd beg your pardon. You got my address because you or bags are locked and found out about my cable to Darwin. It's the only place I mentioned this hotel. Suppose we dry up and start again. It's always. Cabot and carne. Where is your ship? It's better.
My ship is in a safe anchorage, and it'll stay there until I hear from the Darwin office or turn it over to customs or both. Oh, that is good. I was afraid that the Carbison Larkin had gained control of it. Why? It was Carl's cargo and mine. Now that Carl is gone, it is all mine. We made the original investment, and now I deserve to make the profit. Is that not right? You're wasting many tears over your late, very close friend, but it sounds business like it, huh? I am not so hard as I sound.
I am very frightened. Cabot and Larkin wants to steal the cargo. That is why he killed Carl. What is the cargo? Why do you steal the car? You must have known that, Cabot and carne. That's what I was led to believe, yeah. I want you to help. I want you to protect my cargo and have the police or rescue Cabot and Larkin for killing for Carl. I would pay you a big bonus. You would do this for me? Everybody's got a bonus. Look, why don't you just tell the police about Larkin? I'm afraid.
If you'll tell him the truth, why should you be? I am telling the truth. But sometimes the truth is very hard to tell. About the cargo, you mean? About everything. You see, I am not Carl's legal widow or the remaining legal business partner. With that? Hey, Skipper. Oh, Red, just a second. Come on in. Yeah, I'm on. Well, huh? I should say this is Miss Marcia Calero. How are you? Mr. Gallagher. How do you do? How do you do? It is my pleasure. No, no, no, no. Yeah, yeah.
What did you find out about the cargo, Red? I may interrupt. Oh, oh, yeah, Carl. Oh, yeah, Skipper. I split open some of those boxes at Silicon inside, all right? In Bos, about a foot in a half long, and about six by six inches the other way. Carvitan, you did not believe me? I do now, gorgeous. I do now. Oh, Skipper, here's something I picked up at the desk for you. It's a cable, I guess. Cluck set it up. Yeah, thanks. Hold it, huh? Well, listen. Skipper, then, Larkin.
Get out of sight, gorgeous, in there. All right. What's the care of this guy? All right, take the side of the door, Red. Yeah. I'll open it. You, Carl. You OK? Who is it? You'll open the door, Connie. Oh, yeah. For you, I will, Larkin. Guys, I'm just getting tied. What's the croak for, Larkin? I want it, Susanne. We'll get inside, we'll get inside, we'll get inside. Get out, get out, get out. We'll get inside. There's enough water for the good captain. Don't want to drown him, Clyde.
He's coming around now. Give him the chair. We'll be bound him. Get his arm. Now we'll have a word, Connie. We're on it. Never mind that, sir. What you want? You'll tell me where your ship is. That's what I want from you. I don't know. Oh. You'll be stupid of your one, too, Connie. But look, Larkin, you. The sight may change your mind, too. I looked at the strange room for the first time. Gallagher was on the floor out.
A little bald, clerked begs, slumped forward against the line that lashed him to a chair. He was bare to the waist and his torso was striped by welts from the beating. Lashed into another chair set by Sia Calero. Her eyes filled with terror. You understand now, Connie? There'd be no stopping until we learn what we want to know. Where is your ship? What happens to my mate and me if I tell you? No, no, don't tell you. I said, what happens if I tell you? I'll have that cargo.
And what will we have, my mate and I? You'll not go together to show me where your ship is. All right, my mate stays here. I'll take you. Then what do we get? No, no, you can't. Once the cargo's aboard the sea, spread. We'll well out of the harbor. You'll be put over the side. And I'll be through with you. I'm supposed to believe that, huh? All I want is the cargo, Connie. You and your mate can go hanging after this. Well? All right. I gambled because there wasn't anything else to do.
I went with Larkin. I marked the spot we left a resident somewhere near the local river, the Kalimas. Then we headed toward the waterfront. I let him down onto the mud shore. I was hoping for a small boat, any small boat that would look like it had come from an American ship in these waters. I kept moving forward as though I knew where I was going. And a few hundred yards down. Here's the boat. All right, it is, huh? Now, stop growing. I'm going to get out of here. I'm going to get out of here.
Now, stop growing. And remember, Captain Connie, I'm the man who's holding the gun. I rode as well offshore. I wasn't sure what I was going to do, but I know what had to do it. And it had to be simple. I figured I'd roll over the side and get under the boat and capsize it. I waited. And then... I heard a shot just because I settled into the water. I went under the boat. Reach up to the port, Gunnell and pull down. But I stopped! Too long of balance before I could regain it.
I got the starboard Gunnell and pulled back. And the other side he tumbled out of the boat. I heard him come to the surface. It was working well. I can hear his gun went. But I'd made a mistake. I underestimated him. Come ahead, Connie. I'm ready for you. I'm coming, Captain. I approached him head on and started a circle. I was barely able to see him in the dark. When I circled the clothes, he moved toward me. He flipped over on his back and lunched out of me with his leg leg. I got beaten.
The storm of plexus knocked a window to me, doubled me over. He climbed onto my shoulders and pushed me under. Then the peg kept jabbing down at me. I felt it serenely on my face as a picker gouged a skin and flesh for my cheeks. And with almost my last bit of consciousness, I grabbed out for it. I held onto it. I fought my way to the surface. I kept my grip. Using it as a lever, I held his head underwater. His right boot crashed into my face. My chest and my belly.
But I held on until the kick's got weaker. And stopped. And I had to fight with myself to keep from passing out. He was only half alive when I pulled him under the much shore. His gun was still held tightly in his hand. I took it away from him. We rested for a while. I was able to talk by the time I got him into the bishop's office in the summering warehouse. Now, like you say, Lackin, we'll have a word. Sit down. You're a slion, Connie. But you'll pay for this. I hope so.
What makes that cargo worth all this? I don't know. Maybe I can beat you with an ointment. No, you can't, because I'm not lying. I don't know. It's with a fortune. I don't know why. How do you know it is? Bags told me here to bishop talking to the woman about it. Didn't you lash the rest of it out of bags? No. And you didn't get it out of the bishop before that knife blade went home? I didn't know you'd ask that, Bags. He was here. I think I might do that.
Right after I settle you in that chair, so you'll wait for the police. He wasn't comfortable, but he was secure by the time I finished lashing him into place. Then I took Lackin's revolver, dried it, reassembled it, and shoved it into my pocket. As I did, I felt the crumpled water soaked table from Darwin that Reddit brought me. The first chance I'd have to read it. I stopped once before I got back to the residence on the Cali-Mont River to pick up a likely looking stick of wood.
I saw lying by the side of the road. And when I walked down the hall to the room where I'd left red and the others, I used the stick. The wizard I sounded enough like Lackin' the fool myself. I hope my voice would sound enough like him the fool is crumpled. You're open to the door, man. I'm alone. Hold it all your stay away. I'm not going to let hold it! Stop your gun! Get your hands on your head. Keep them there. I turn around, get up against the wall. God, it's an old wonder for you, I'm fast.
Glad you like it, gorgeous. You will free me now. I'm in a minute, my sea has since I get my maid on a feet. Hey, Red, Gallagher. That devil you're doing, you all right? No, I'm not all right. But I land enough to play passin' after they club me the last few times I came to. Come on, they're done your feet. There you are. What happened to your feet? I got tangled up with that peg leg of Lackin'. Cavadian, you will free me now. Don't get anxious, my sea. A bag is in worse shape than you are.
Hey, hold the gun on your friends, Red. I'll cut him loose. Bag? Come on, bags. We'll have you back on you. What's wrong with him? He wasn't built for a flogging like that. Is that? He's been sitting here. Come on, my sea. I'll cut you loose. Thank you. I can go with you, Cavadian. You will stay near me. I'm not so sure you'll want to go with me. Who but I do, you have to take me. Okay, remember that you were asked me.
We're going to my ship to get a few bars of your silicon and none of the customs office. Red, take care of your friends. We'll be back. Oh, you're the Englishman. No, American. Yeah, what does you, you're... I want you to take these bars to a place where you can melt them down. Oh, Cavadian, why are you doing this? You're so foolish. Maybe, Gorgeous, but if silicon wasn't the cause of this mess tonight, something else was. What is mess? Two murders to date. What is silicon? Ask her. I ask you.
I do not know what this is all about. I think I can come pretty close. A shipment of silicon to Australia is natural enough. It's used to harden iron and making steel. I don't know what it's melting. I'm not going to be able to do it. It's the hard and iron and making steel. I don't know what it's melting point is, but it's pretty high. Over a thousand degrees centigrade. So it would be a lot of trouble to melt down the bars to see if anything had been mixed with the silicon.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you talk too quick. I don't follow so far. You don't have to understand. All you have to do is have it melted to prove whether I'm right or wrong. I do not know anything you're talking about. I would be at my home at the customs office, or wants to talk anymore to me. Hey, look. Get this stuff someplace where you can melt it. I got another stop to make with her. Yeah, if you think it is nothing. It is cheap. I got it. I got authority. Hey, my dear, wait a minute.
Oh, wait, I'll walk you home. I do not think I would like it. Oh, come on. Maybe on the way we can figure out how to pin the bishops' murder on bags. Come on. You... you are a difficult man to understand, Kevin and Karnie. Why did you say that? Because you killed the bishop? So Captain Larkin wouldn't force him to transfer the cargo to his ship. Why do you say that? Because Captain Larkin saw you do it. I hate lying. You know he is. No. I wish I did. I hate to see you go up for it.
You aren't the type for Dutch prisms. Oh, Captain Larkin, wait. Why did you say that? Because you're so beautiful. You think so? I'm human. I'm not blind. I do not understand you. Look at me. What do you want? To go away or to stay with me. You know what it is about the cargo, no? Sure. Diamond. They don't have to find them. Why don't you stay with me? We will have money and together a good life. With eyes like yours, Gordes, you make it tough. Garedo, please.
But I saw that Spanish knife handles sticking out of the bishops' chest. Oh, don't. Please. I'm afraid I wouldn't have one easy moment with you. I'm afraid I wouldn't have one. I'm afraid I couldn't forget how your hand will very close friends when you're through with them. I hate you. I'll kill you. Give me away from me. All right, calm down, Gordes. Let me go, I'll kill you. I'll kill you.
The hours between the time I dropped Marcia into the hands of the local homicide boys and our departure from Surah Biaw was busy one. Customs took the rest of the silicon off the ship and melted it down. The diamonds hidden in it were worth enough to buy and sell the Queen three or four times. We took on a legitimate cargo the next morning, and by noon we cast off and nosed out into the wind sweeping down across the island of Majora. Bye, Samax! Red ball the men into their positions.
We're watching! Maintain! And the had your scream through the sheaths under the full of snoring backs. A man so rose into place. The gyps went out. And the mizzo. Jack beneath me cat is a fort. And the scarlet queen took the bone in her teeth and settled on to her course. I can't believe it. And the scarlet queen took the bone in her teeth and settled on to her course. I guess we'll get there with this rig. It'll do, Red. At least it's dropping Surah Biaw on our stern fast enough.
Yeah. You know you're a pretty sharp lad. Keep it. Oh, thanks, Red. How do you mean? Oh, the way you figured out that there were diamonds in that silicon. How'd you do that? I was simple, Red. I might be just a little psychic. I know you're well enough to assume that, I think. I hope your opinion of me won't drop when I tell you, Red. That cable from Darwin gave me a hint. A hint? Yeah, it was from Customs. They said they'd arrested all the summer-ang company personnel in Darwin.
And would appreciate any information I could give them on those in Surah Biaw. They were suspected of smuggling diamonds. Ah, hint. Why did all the rest, Red? I'm doing including putting another beautiful woman behind bars. You know, we'd all be better off if you'd stay away from them and stick to the one you got. Here's, Gibbet. To the queens. He's got a few tricks to sell. To the scarlet queen. After you, mate. The The The Log entry. The catch scarlet queen. 530 p.m. Wind fresh. Sky fair.
Seed pressing with high cross-well. Chips secure for night. Signed for the honey. The Log entry. The catch scarlet queen. Philip Connie master. Position 39 degrees. 40 minutes south. 175 degrees. Four minutes east. 530 p.m. Wind fresh. Sky fair. Romance cleared well into New Zealand after emergency layover. Reason for emergency. Rockies a third in the Deadman's chest.
We were a day and a half out of Auckland, bound for Christ Church, South Island, New Zealand, loaded with traded cotton goods, paper, machinery for the coal mine. Was an easy run, an endless expanse of sun-deppled water smiling from starboard, and the western coast of North Island beckoning with white beaches and waving palms on our porch.
I was standing my trick at the wheel at afternoon, half my mind on the job, the rest of it wandering back to the other palms on other beaches on other afternoons. They were good memories. But Neil's entailed brought me back to the present. It was heading after taught me to number two a hole. Captain Carnie, sir. Yeah, Neilson, what's up? Number two hole, Captain. He was checking the cargo and I heard something pumping inside. What a damn craze there was my car. The sure Neilson, yes, sir.
Wasn't just shifting from the roll? No, sir. It was pumping. Right here. Take the wheel. Mr. Gallagher and I'll get down. Have a look. Red splash light made a little yellow moon with a big ring around it, playing on the boxes in number two. Neilson hadn't said which one was pumping, but that wasn't high to find out. Here it is. I'll get me the crowbar right now. Maybe about a cover-meek way. Okay, Skipper. All right, right here it comes. What's it, Skipper? It's coming out.
Oh, thank you so much. Why? Gallagher, it's a kid. I began to think you were never going to come. Well, it was getting quite stuffy in here. Well, we'll get out. How'd you get in there? I'm in the first place. My name is Rockingham Well III. Some of my friends helped me exchange myself for the cotton goods in the box. Before you left Auckland. Well, I'll be your... What was the idea? Sir, I have launched on the great adventure of my life. I hope you won't inconvenience you too much.
And so, with Roddy McDowell in the role of Rockingham Well III, mutual continue with the voyage of the Scarlet Queen, written by Gildow and Bob Talman, and starring Elliott Lewis. The Scarlet Queen, proudest ship to prowl the seas, bound for uncharted adventure. Every week, a complete entry in the log, and every week, a league-fither, in the voyage of the Scarlet Queen. Red go up to the galleon, dig up some chow for Rockingham Well III. Me? We'll be in my cabin.
Run chow for the sun, Red. Get up, boy. Go on, Red. Okay, skip it. And don't think I'm not adding these things up. And Captain, sir? Yeah. Well, if you could find something other than kid to call me, my name is Rockingham Well III. Yeah, I know, and it sounds like trouble anyway, you say it. How old are you? Fourteen, sir. And I won't be any trouble, sir. That's all right. We'll figure it out. Rockingham Well III. How would Rocky do for a name? Oh, that's first rate. All right, Rocky.
Come on, we'll go top side. Yes, sir. And Captain, it's awfully decent of you to know. Go on, Officer Slanner. Don't start thinking of me as a big brother yet. You've got to discover full a question to answer. Rocky was a gentleman in the original sense of the word, so I couldn't quite bring myself to ring his neck. He peeled off a jacket of my cabin to go in and wash and call himself. When he came out to turn to him, some stew and biscuits red had brought in.
I finally tumbled to an obvious clue to our still-a-ways character. He was wearing a t-shirt and painted on the front of it was a menacing head of a buccaneer with a knife in his teeth. I trust the stew is all right, your lordship. Oh, yes. Quite, thank you. But I'm not titled, you know. He's not titled? That's enough, friend. Well, what is this? Treating a storeway like a cave mind. But he's right, Skipper. He is? Yes, I should be lashed to the mass.
The twenty-stokes of the cat and still below with Ion. Yeah, we'll come today. Well, I didn't mean this. Give the prisoner another eyes on the grogret. Grog, the milk, Mr. Gallagher, pour him another glass of milk. Oh, yes. Thank you, sir. Yes, now then, rocking him. What black brand of scult-duggery brought you, a boy, then? Yes, yes, sir. Would you mind reading this letter, please? Sure, probably penned in the blood of... Oh, you're dead? Yes, sir. My father. That's too bad, sir.
What is it, Skipper? No, it's addressed to Martin Wells. He's my uncle. It says, regret to inform you of the death of your brother rocking him Wells, the second at sea. Is the date cause of death? Come from port authorities of Wellington? Yes, sir. But it's the list that's important. Now, sir? Well, at least, with the list of his personal effects left in the hands of his first maid of Joseph Ryan for Gulley. Close, logbook, map, sea-locker. Yes, sir, but it's the map. What about the map?
Well, Joe Pagalli's in Wellington. You see, and he has the map along with the other things. Yes, sir. But my uncle Martin wouldn't have told me. You see, he'd have taken it all. Though it's rightfully mine. So I just had to steal the letter and run away. You're a little hard to follow. We were talking about a map. You're at what map? Well, the one Joe Pagalli is holding in Wellington. Gentlemen, it is a map that shows the place where my father buried a great and secret treasure.
Sure, the adventure of your life, so what else would have buried treasure? Look, Rocky, I got maps, too, but not one of them leads to a treasure. Oh, but this one does. I heard them mention it. You see, father and uncle Martin were in the export import business together in Auckland. And when you handle strange foreign things, you find maps and other things. Sure, yeah, you want some more child, Rocky? No, thank you.
You see, uncle Martin worked in the office, and father was a captain of the ship. They didn't show me this letter when it came. But I heard them talking about it and washed uncle Martin hide it inside his death. Does he know you snitched it and stowed away on my ship? Oh, I left him a note. I told him I was going after it. So you could just put me a shore in Wellington. Look, I've got a cargo consigned to Christ Church South Island. I've got to discharge that cargo day after tomorrow morning.
I'm not stopping at Wellington. Oh, then how in the world am I ever going to find Joe? And the map and the treasure? Well, look, you better get a grip when you're in the imagination. You can't go running around the ocean chasing rainbows. Stowing away on somebody else's ship is... Against the law? Yeah, that's right. But you just got the hunt treasure by going to sea. Oh, not scot take the wheel red we're changing course. Stand into the bay for Wellington. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Lay over just going enough to get you started back home. Oh, but give her. But run until Wellington's just... Yes, yes, go ahead, Gallagher. Okay, it's your ship, Skipper. And it will go into play pirate. I better run up to Jolly Roger. Raki's great adventure at Tondo and End. But he didn't miss a thing as we walked onto the street of Leittor the Railroad Station. He was getting dark and he was looking back toward the harbor. I was watching.
So neither one of us noticed the strange pair of half shadows that materialized in front of us. First I heard a soft pleasant voice. You will stop, please? I stopped. I was looking at the sea. I was looking at the sea. I was looking at the sea. You will stop, please? I stopped because he was pressing the hard unpleasant business end of a pistol against my ribs. Yes, now, do not make our cry, please. It was Oriental short, very neat and very pleasant.
His countrymen who stood beside him like the element of mystery was simply the biggest Chinese I'd ever seen. The time of my friend is inadequate. He hears, but he speaks only with his strength. Your young companion is rocking him well? What's that to you? Link! Get away, Raki! Run to the police! All right, sir! What? I can't! Come on, let go! You let byg head away! Sure, I let him get away! Come on, call up your strong old man and tell me what that means.
No, I think it's either there's another one in Lightensville. You'll come. Wait a minute. Come, please! No, I'm not going for an exchange! Link! You'll love you, go away, Link! Once you do, go! Yeah. And, Sutter! In that automobile, if you please? I shall drive. You will sit in the back seat. With Link. Had more attractive dates. Now, inside, please. If you're in inquire, all questions will soon be answered. We threaded through downtown Wellington for five or six minutes.
And we pulled up in one of the darkest streets in front of what looked like an office building. What a night, you know that one? One night. I learned better than to fight big length. So I let him save himself. Well, he shoved me ahead of him into the building. The white man who waited inside, launched in a chair and looked at us out of water he eyes as we came in. He stayed in the chair. Where's the boy? Because of Pigali, he disappeared. We could not bring him in. It was Chupachal.
Then for you, Pigali, it will be unfortunate. Put him in the chair. Wait a minute, you're off course if you think I'm Chupachali. I'm fighting, please. That will be enough, Chupachal. Now, Pigali, the map, please, from the locker of rocking a moil. A third, the second. Come, this is the waste of my time. And my energy, I don't have your map. The good captain's personal effects will left in your custody, the map among you. You got the wrong man. Chong. This is the man who was with the boy.
Well, there are ways then to get cooperation, Chong. Yes. There's a certain teakwood box on the shelf in the next room. Yes. Bring it, please. We shall see you. Yes, I'm afraid. It is done. When the lid of the box, Chong brought back was open. I saw a velvet interior that matched the color of the big Jade ring my host wore on his delicate right hand. The cushioned in the velvet was a strange assortment of bamboo sticks. Ivory handled files and slim-bladed knives that look like scowls.
Interesting, aren't they, sir? I suppose so, no way. The way is very persuasive. Are you getting it? The map. I mean to have that map. I don't know anything about your map. I take ten of these bamboo shoots, these slender ones, carefully chosen. Ten of them, who under be forced under reach fingernail. You can't make me tell you something. I don't know. No, come now. You have first made a my brother. Shit, I didn't even know your brother. I didn't know you were the boy's uncle at the right now.
Why do you make this feeble affair? Look, you know I was found with your nephew. That's all. We discovered him aboard my ship when we put out from Auckland. There's of course. It was the map. I never saw the map. I never saw the mate who was supposed to have it. And I don't see why a grown man wants to get so excited about a map that a kid's imagination has magnified it to a certain treasure. But you hold his shoulders for a minute. Oh, get away, bro. Now, hopefully, Ling is invincible.
Struggle is fruitless. Now just be more calm. You'd make sense, maybe I would. You know about the Ming birds. Admit it. Never heard of. A very good reason to believe that you were present at the beginning. My brother sailed oriental borders for 20 years. By a dutiful, deep and justifiable gratitude he received from a warlord in China 11 years ago, the missing Ming birds of paradise. That pay him. He did not sell them. I watched the markets carefully. I knew he had them.
Therefore, I know he hid them somewhere. The map I want from you will show me where. If I had a map, maybe, but I don't have it. Ling is left half. What are you doing? Listen. I'm no hero. I knew where your precious bases were hidden. I tell you. Oh, my good man. They're not these. Oh, whatever they are. They are four matched screens of Jade. Carved by the greatest of all the Ming dynasty artists.
Each is the lifetime work of a man who slept with the price of his own flesh to give it warmth and depth of color. During the light of each day of his life on earth, he worked with infinite loving care, coaxing out the design of birds of paradise. You're got worked up over these things, don't you? And you will too. The first bamboo stick. Throat art is left hand-linked. You will understand my interest when I tell you that I know each of these screens to be with the kings, rancens, and singly.
And a set of four together. They're going to think I'd like to have them myself. They're handled a little highly. Oh, maybe you've decided to tell us, because I'm not your brother's first mate. You know from the letter, his name is Joe Pagalli. I'm Phil Conning, and I don't know where Pagalli is. You're making this difficult. Hold his hand. Let go of me. What is that? Now, Pagalli, would you like another? No. I got it, no. I didn't start it to win.
I just wanted somebody to hit me hard enough to put me out. I couldn't get my arms free from the lane, but I lifted my legs. But a smash, both feet of the Martin Willes, and brings a death-express. He crumbled and went down. Steve! The room exploded in my head. And was it there? I got here, I don't remember. I don't know. You were just staggering down the dock. Where did it take you, Skipper? Were they pirates? When my brother and Mr. Gallagher back, you were gone. Sure was.
Guess we better get going. Skipper, what's it all about? Rocky, you still got that letter in your pocket? Yes, sir. Port Authority 223, what a front-out. I guess that's our first stop. Am I to come to Skipper? Yes, you're only in this up to your neck. I am. Oh, you're ending coming, sir. It was morning in the Port Authority's office in the open about an hour. We walked in and asked to work. What had he had on Joe Pagalli? He's at the King George Hotel, room 222. Is Pagalli in trouble?
Maybe why? You as he's the seconding quality for Joe Pagalli in a second. Oh, I see. Who was the first? A world-based chap, about 50. Not too small. That's a little bit more. A layout's rocky that your uncle Martin Wells. Really? I must have done something along the line to convince him I wasn't Pagalli. Uncle Martin is after them now. And he's got a fair start. Come on. We got past the click of the King George Hotel. But the door number 222 was locked. Oh, what do we do, Skipper?
Anything but waste more time. Give me your shoulder, right? And... I... Hey. That's Joe Pagalli. Mr. Right, we are, Rocker. Come on, Red. Yeah. Looks like they got here first. The marks on the throat remind me of a big Chinese I met. Big lane. But from map red, any map. Well, this must be the fee-like. The log book, log book. Take that along. Hey, look. In his hand, a twenty piece of paper. Red, it's a piece of a map. Yeah. No much left, is it?
No. Now that there's enough to lead us to the killer of Joe Pagalli. Position on this map looks like cloudy bay that's just across Cook's straight twenty miles from here. All right, follow the cover. Well, Skipper, cloudy bay. We're bearing down on the trace of its line. Rocking, you have any idea what this means, J.D. Oh, no, sir. The trace of I'm after is an old iron-bound chest. That's one of the broons and pieces of it. Real pirate gold, sir.
I know that's what my father promised me to look for someday. Hi, your uncle's pretty sure it's Jade, Birds of Paradise. Is that why he killed Joe Pagalli? You know, I had him killed. But how could Uncle Martin get here to cloudy bay? He doesn't have a boat. I want one of the charter boats from Wellington. Oh, of course. Like that one over there. What one? Two points off to the star of the bow, Skipper. Oh, shiver my temper's made of your right. Hey, red. That's out the crew. I'm coming above.
We'll drop anchor to port of that charter boat. And get the small boat over the side. You and I are going to shore. Get the small boat over the starboard! Oh, boy, we're going to the starboard! We'll up rocky aboard the Queen and head towards shore. When we spotted another small boat, we'd be showers near it. Well, there you are, Skipper. Put your hands in the back. That's good enough. Come on. I'll hold the dread. Slow down. Try to get in close. Yeah. Stay open. No, I'm here. Slow down.
Look at this. Left. Look. What? Looks like we're late. Thirty feet ahead in a tiny clearing with Martin Wells. Little Mr. Chong on one side, the giant big wing on the other. In front of them in a whole late dud was an iron bound wooden chest with a top open sawdust. And what we could hear is some very hot word, well thought even double-crossed. And Chong reached forward and slammed down the top of the chest. Wells made a dive for the little man, but Chong had different ideas.
Come on, Red. Come with here. We moved in a big wing, and handmade an arched eye down with a line of behind Martin Wells there. Uncle went down hard, and Chong's fun is automatic toward us. We wanted to get them from two directions, but Mr. Chong didn't pull the trigger. He pulled the switch. I have. Good afternoon. What's this, please? Get with your eye on the big one. He's tough. Captain Carnit, please don't forget the unverting at pass. We have no further wish to fight. We are leaving.
You think so? It has discovered that the contents of the belly box no longer merit our concern. The J is an innit, huh? No, I'm sorry, the part. Your boss is going to hate you when he wakes up. Mr. Wells? Oh, boss, you do not understand. The Ming Jade's cleans were given in gratitude to a friend by one who unhappily had no right to give them. We were sent 11 years ago to bring them back. Sometime later, Mr. Wells made inquiries in various markets.
This we learned, and therefore believed he had some knowledge of the screen. Does he mean he'd been spying on Wells all the time? We came to gain his friendship, to watch and wait. But now, there is no Jade. Mr. Wells was wrong. We were wrong? We got it. Oh, no. Big Ling has the murder of Joppa Gully to answer for. You're an accessory, Mr. Chong. Get the work well! Martin Wells was conscious, firing from the ground. His first slug caught Big Ling in the shoulder and set off a sudden bedlock.
The second shot caught Ling turning as Red Nye moved forward. I got hold of Chong's done hand. Wells was calling away, but he made a shot count of those Gallagher's shoulders sent Ling through the line of fire. The fortune was meant for me, but Chong's body jerked in Rolex in my arms. I dropped him, trying to put Martin Wells out of action, but Big Ling had beaten me to it. The giant Chinese were kneeling on Wells back, a massive hand cupped under Wells' chin.
The last round of his strength was a forething the head back. Then they both collapsed. You all right, Skipper? Yeah, okay, Red, but those three are. I'll never give anybody any more trouble. Come on, Red, take a look at that chest. I see, Skipper. Mr. Gallagher, are you there? Over here, Rocky. Oh, my word. I thought I'd lost you. What have you found? Is it a treasure? How'd you get a shore? I swam. What? Uncle Martin. Yeah, Rocky, Uncle Martin. Look at him, then, forget him.
You don't deserve him. Maybe I should have put it the other way around. Come on. And, did you find anything, sir? Treasure? We tried to tell you, Rocky. You'll let your imagination get mixed up with the facts about finding treasure. Things like that are only accidental. Skipper's gonna follow the sea. You gotta learn to take things as they come. Get Captain Martin, long John Silver out of your head, Rocky. Learn to steer by the stars, but don't try to reach him. I, sir. The chest is here, but...
Yeah, but nothing. Kipper. The chest. It's filled with these. Fuck. What? Yeah. The booms. Oh, I thought it was much more difficult than this. Red your crazy tapping. We're looking at him, film. Red a whole blast of jettiful. My word is for innocence. Look at the stuff. Please, would one of you mind moving over so I could peel them too? Oh, yeah, Rocky, here. Here is, Rob. Isn't it exciting? No. But I thought treasure hunting would be much more difficult than this. Just one more, right?
Don't say it. Now we can cover them up again and make a map of our own. Cover it up. Nothing will take it in the end. Cash it. What makes you talk like that, right? What's the matter with you? Well, I thought we could come back for it later. And in the meantime, well, we could sail away in your ship and find some more. Oh, it's great fun, isn't it? Like Rocky, this just happened to work out this way. It doesn't usually. But I'm sure there's more of it. Pirates buried loads of treasure.
But it's just legend, Rocky. It doesn't mean it. But you didn't believe me this time, did you? No, Rocky, I didn't. But it wasn't a dream. You didn't believe it, but I was sure that every minute that we'd find the treasure. Maybe that's the difference, Rocky. We've forgotten how to believe this strongly in you do. Maybe if we hadn't, we'd three could find all the treasure in the world. No, I do wish there was a way to make you both fourteen again.
Oh, we'd have a jolly time sailing around in your ship. You know, I'd go for that myself. I wish you could work it out, Rocky. I wish you could. Before we stood out of port the next afternoon, we turned over the iron-bound wooden bucket-air's chest full of pieces of eight and a blooms to authorities in Wellington. After the customary report to the crown, Rocky stood to keep assertive it all for himself, taxes deductible.
We put him on the train for Auckland, wired his aunt, and turned Martin Wells in the Oriental pair over to the local morgue. Maybe they should have used more of Rocky's brand of belief and less of their own brand of violence. Say bye, my idol! I am ready to cut the motives and the men swung rhythmically to their stations when Red Ball the middle action. Stop, I say! Wait, say it out! The Hagger's banged in the thickest mink of time to catch the full-tone breeze. The gypsies cracked out.
The missing blossoms filled with the scarlet queen's bow to the music of wind and rigging and danced through the lace-kipped crest as if all the world was watching. How if she'd take a ship and have it right into it like a feather red? I'm kind of a different feeling about it today. Oh, that's not hard to figure out. What do you mean? He was a mighty good kid, skip a road, dreamer, but plenty of guts in the picture. How rocking him wells the third. Ever there's one thing I can't figure out.
But that red just how did he know that chest was going to be full of doubloons? How do you know the chest was even there? I don't know, Red. Near his age imagination gets mixed up with reality. You can't always tell which is which. I don't know. With faith in your dreams, way to do is no difference. Yeah? I wonder how come the queen let him aboard in the first place. So maybe he talks to us. This little lady knows what she's doing. Here's Giver said a queen, but a scarlet queen.
And happy treasure hunting. After you, mate. After you. Log entry. We catch scarlet queen. 5.30pm. Wind fresh. Sky's there. Seed pressing with high cross well. Ships secure for night. Find Philip Connie. Master. This is Elliot Lewis. I want to thank Roddy McDowell for being with us tonight. Glad to have you aboard the queen, Roddy. My pleasure, Elliot. Sue Connie is a favorite radio hero in our household.
We're still able to give a mighty convincing performance of a 14-year-old soul, even though you're now 19 and an associate producer with Linsley Parsons Productions from Onigrass. What's your latest picture? Well, our latest Elliot is the story of a dog. And by way of coincidence, the title of the film is Rocky. Well, I hope tonight will prove itself a good omen. You did yourself proud as Rocky the third. Thanks, Giver. You night, Roddy.
I will invite you to sail into further adventure on the voyage of the Scarlet Queen next week at the same time. Porto call, Sydney, Australia. The voyage of the Scarlet Queen, stars Elliot Lewis as Phil Connie, with Ed Max as Gallagher. And tonight featured Roddy McDowell as Rocky. William Conrad was Martin Wells and Ben White played Tom. Music scored and conducted by Richard O'Rodd. The Scarlet Queen produced by James Britain is written by Gildow and Bob Tomon.
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