Tex Murphy Radio Theater
Episode Two: The Month of the Living Dead
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Cast & Crew
Tex Murphy ...................... Chris Jones
Chelsee Bando ...................... Suzanne Barnes
Louie LaMintz ...................... Randall Edwards
Rook Garner ...................... Doug Vandergrift
Clint ...................... Steve Barnes
Mac Malden ...................... Kevin Jones
Gravelly-voiced Man ...................... Bruce Darby
Taxi Driver ...................... Jon Pecorelli

Overseers ...................... Aaron Conners & Chris Jones
Scripts & Dialogue ...................... Aaron Conners
Audio Production ...................... Jon Clark
Music ...................... Third Ear
Foley & Additional Music ...................... Jon Clark
Assistant to Mr. Clark ...................... Les Oswald
Constant Hovering ...................... Doug Vandegrift
Script

NARR: Welcome to Tex Murphy Radio Theater! When we last left our hero, Tex had woken up in a place he’d never been, blindfolded and handcuffed, but had managed to escape with the help of a mysterious young woman. Moments later, the kidnappers returned to the room, finding it empty. When they check the ledge outside the window and still can’t find Tex, an alarm is raised – Tex must be found…dead or alive! And now, Episode 2: The Month of the Living Dead!

TM: [VO] Hanging from ledges was a skill they’d never taught us at the University of Investigation of Utah, but it was something I’d found handy on more than one occasion. But by the time I heard the window close above me it felt like my arms had been dunked in diesel fuel and lit on fire. Pulling myself back up would defy all laws of physics as I understand them, so I looked down. I was at least 40 feet off the ground. There was a ledge below me – maybe six feet down – it looked a country mile away. But desperate situations call for desperate measures. I closed my eyes and let go. [LOUD, PAINFUL JOLT]
I was fairly certain both legs were broken, but that wasn’t the worst of it. I looked over the edge –30 feet directly below me was a cast-iron fence with long, sharp, pointy things on it. The branch of an ancient oak tree was almost in reach, but the standing long jump had never been my forte. I figured I needed to get a little lower before jumping… [WINDOW SASH OPENING] …so I crawled back in through the window.
I entered a dark room. Fortunately, my trusty Zippo was in the pocket of my trench coat. [SOUND OF ZIPPO OPENING, LIGHTING] I moved the light around, looking for anything I could use as a weapon. Lacking the strength to wield a sofa or empty bookcase, I found nothing of use. I decided to check under the sofa. No weapons, but there was a fortune cookie.

TM: Hmmm…You will soon find true love if you know where to look. [CRUNCH, CHEWING SOUND] Mmmm. Yummy.

TM: [VO] With nothing else to find in the room, I went to the door. [DEADBOLT SLIDING OPEN, DOOR CREAKING OPEN] I looked out into the hallway.

GM: Hey! He’s down here!

[DOOR SLAMMING SHUT, DEADBOLT SLIDING SHUT]

TM: [VO] It turned out to be a bad move. I deadbolted the door and reviewed my options; there weren’t many. [WINDOW SASH OPENING, BANGING ON DOOR] I stepped back onto the ledge. I thought about dropping down to the next ledge, but I was fairly sure neither my arms nor my legs could take it. That left one possibility: Try for the oak tree.
Harnessing my inner chi, I gathered myself and exploded off the ledge. [beat] All that chi stuff is a bunch of crap; I came up at least three feet short of the nearest branch.

[SOUND OF HEAVY LANDING IN BRUSH, AND AN ENGINE GETTING CLOSER]

TM: [VO] [TALKING WITH THE BREATH KNOCKED OUT OF HIM] Luckily, I landed on a bush… [NORMAL VOICE] As I checked for broken bones, a bright light descended from the night sky. For a split second, I thought it might be the white light they’d taught me about in Sunday School. Then I heard a voice:

[TAXI DRIVER SPEAKS OVER THE HUMMING ENGINE:]

TD: You call for a cab? Or should I call an ambulance?

TM: Nothing to worry about. I do this for a living.

[INSIDE THE TAXI, ENGINE RUNNING, SPEEDERS FLYING PAST]

TD: So what are ya? A stuntman?

TM: Close. I’m a PI.

TD: I hope you’re good at that, ‘cause you’re not much of a stuntman.

TM: [VO] Ordinarily, I would’ve retaliated with a crushing comeback – you can’t get much lower than being insulted by a hack – but I didn’t have the heart, since I was gonna have to stiff him on the fare; I’d spent the last of my cash at the Golden Pagoda and my abductors hadn’t provided any monetary compensation. But I was glad to find that they’d left not only my Zippo, but also my pack of unfiltered Llamas. I pulled one out and lit it up.

TD: Uh, do you mind? Your cigarette’s bothering me.

TM: Yeah? Well, it’s killing me.

[TAXI ENGINE SLOWS, THE SPEEDER SETS DOWN]

TM: [VO] I smoked the Llama all the way down. And seeing as how the cabbie never made a move for the eject button, I decided to use my line of credit to pay him.

TD: Here ya are. Brew & Stew.

TM: I’ll just be a second.

[HYDRAULICS HISS AS THE DOOR OPENS, DOOR OPENS – BREW & STEW MUSIC]

TM: [VO] As usual, Louie was a ball of fire, bouncing around like a pinball, keeping his usual diner-ful of customers well-fed and well-drunk. Somehow, amid the controlled chaos, he noticed me and bustled over. His welcome wasn’t as warm as I’d come to expect:

[SOUNDS OF PEOPLE TALKING, SILVERWARE CLINKING, MUSIC]

L: (WHISPERED) Where you been, Moiph?

TM: Beats the hell out of me. I hate to do this, but would you mind loaning me some cash? I’ve got a cabbie outside who claims I owe him money.

L: How much you need?

TM: Forty.

L: Dollars?

TM: I don’t think he meant pesos.

L: Forty bucks. That includin’ tip?

TM: You tip cabbies?

[EVERYTHING HAS GROWN QUIET EXCEPT THE JUKEBOX MUSIC]

L: Here’s 50. You know, you shouldn’t be showin’ yer face in public. Go give this to the taxi guy and meet me ‘round back.

TM: C’mon, Louie. You know I’m good for it.

L: I know, Moiph. It ain’t that. We’ll talk. Now go on.

TM: [VO] As I left the diner, I noticed almost everyone looking in my direction and whispering. Even the cabbie acted a little weird when I came back with the money, though it may have been because I gave him five rolls of quarters. After he flew off, I went around to the back stairs and entered Louie’s apartment above the diner. He showed up a few minutes later.

L: Don’t get me wrong, Moiph – I’m real glad to see ya. I been worried.

TM: You mind telling me what’s going on? Why were people staring at me? I know I need a shave, but--

L: --You don’t know?

TM: Do I act like I know?

L: Where you been?

TM: What’s with all the questions?

L: You’re right about needin’ a shave. A shower prob’ly wouldn’t hurt either.

TM: Maybe I should get back to the Ritz. I had the cabbie drop me here ‘cause I’m having an “out of money” experience and I knew you’d help out your old buddy.

L: You’d best stay right here. I gotta get back downstairs, but I’ll send ya up some grub. After I close up, we’ll have a talk, OK?

TM: [VO] I never turned down a free meal, especially from Louie. He’d sold out of the spicy lamb chili, but the special – whatever it was – was fit for a king. I spent the next few hours surfing 824 channels and the best thing I could find was a Barnaby Jones marathon. I was well into my third episode when Louie finally broke free.

L: So you liked the special?

TM: It was super-yummy. What do you call it?

L: Meatloaf.

TM: That isn’t what my dad called it.

L: So you wanna tell me whatcha been up to?

TM: Well, Chelsee and I went to dinner at the Golden Pagoda. Then, next thing I know, I woke up in some sort of hospital. A girl helped me get out of the handcuffs, then I jumped into a bush from a third story window and got picked up by the taxi, which drove me here.

L: Nothin’ else?

TM: Well, in my book, that’s a full day.

L: What about before today?

TM: What are you talking about? I saw you yesterday…right before I went out to dinner with Chelsee.

L: I don’t know how to tell you this, Moiph, but you been gone over a month. And the cops are lookin’ for ya.