Quiet Please, Quiet Please.

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The American Broadcasting Company presents Quiet Please, which is written and directed by Willis Cooper, which features Ernest Chappel.

Quiet Please for today is called Summer Goodbye.

The last stop Light the last traffic lights where supposed the boulevard crosses than Sura trim Oaks.

The next one's nearly forty miles northwest of Canio, So we felt pretty sure there'd be nothing to stop us for.

A long time.

And even though they weren't very far behind this then I knew most of the side roads, I wasn't sure they did.

I thought of the road the branches off the Hidden Valley Road that goes the other way.

From Lake Sherwood.

And I thought of the East Petaro Road, because down off the coast road finally lead previously over through the sand dunes of an Amy.

I was afraid they might know that way.

And then I remembered last for Amous Canyon.

I remember the little.

House away up under the hills, the place we used to call.

Shangri La, and I would sure they wouldn't know that place.

Now you need a place to hide out in in the back of your cars, loaded down with two satchels full of money they used to belong to somebody else, and there's bright fresh blood and the handle of one of 'em.

The last days of summer in California, the time when you know it's summer goodbye, when the rains are sweeping down from the northwest, where they've been gathering up over the Ruandatuca, drenching the forests and the north turning the snow over the high.

Sierras, drifting southward to fiss summer goodbye, and turn the long brown hills into green baskets.

When the little brooks would fill up and overflow their banks, the sleepy Los Angeles River would come to life again.

Down in the valley, roads would disappear in the mud.

The last days of summer.

And then I knew if we could hide away somewhere the lorrains came, it would be hard to put the fowls.

Maybe they come a day when we could pull out again, and that money that used to be somebody else's would be ours.

Not on somebody.

Ain't not a California either, not a't nothing the rich shop nor We get it almost any day now.

And it certainly doesn't look like it now, does it.

Oh, you can't tell in California.

As soon as they're betty, it's right.

We have been all summer.

We get up in a canyon there.

You know.

I'm afraid of fire.

Yeah, we had no fires all summer.

No, they tached right around.

See if you can see anybody.

No, nobody think they got tied up in the traffic back there has done nice.

Center buck Yeah, I hope so the too.

Keep a shop by off for motorcycle cops too.

But he took if he gotta stop the.

Speeding, he feel sorry for anybody'll tries it, me too.

I wonder what about that?

I wonder what the carrying was taxing?

Nothing to wonder about it, I guess not.

I got my hands at thirty from that's hats for two.

We can wash when we get up there.

How there's nobody up there, So do I.

Be too bad?

If there is.

Smell?

Do you think you can get out of it?

Stuck to rain?

Hope so, I'd love will probably get out of pieces.

All the better for us.

All.

I wouldn't wanna get stuck.

We won't.

Tink how to look back?

Nobody yet, man.

I think we're getting away from 'em if we don't get stuck behind a truck.

Yes, what you're doing, sudy side, We would have to do better than that.

How much frother p we can't off?

I mean four or five, six miles?

Maybe more.

I'll throw a bare over the Knoga Park?

Can any pet?

Sorry?

Ny?

Hear 'em?

Long ways off to 'em?

Hang on, we're going places.

Hope we don't blow a tire and cut it out.

I'd fat chance, fuck bitch ticker see him blue dinner pants, khaki shirt.

Take the next tonner?

Stay?

Is there?

Just throwing off of fast?

No?

One's throw the boys behind us?

Non?

Why what do we do if they catch up with him?

They won't catch up with it?

But what if they do?

Well, let's say grab us, swell us, there's topas tapas.

When do you mean pull the stuff on the.

Platform with a rope around our next sunny?

Pull the platform out from under us.

Hail it.

Yeah, that's what they do to people.

Let's murder other people.

Hunhy, I didn't murder anybody, know it.

You were with me when I did it.

You didn't try to stop me.

You grab the sactually was carried hit handon.

I didn't have a chance to wash him.

I wish, wish what now they hit taggers?

Yeah, it looks just like the road we get past.

Wish what what?

Wish?

What?

Oh?

I I wish we hadn't done it.

You wanna keep on living in a shock down on Temple Street.

I wish we hadn't killed.

Oh we had the honey.

Well he wanted the money.

He didn't want us to have it.

I forget it.

I can't forget it.

Oh, I think they get any closer.

Can you see them?

There's too many turns.

In the road.

Would be a French junction in a minute where we turn off.

Oh what if they follow us all?

I don't think they will.

If they don't see us turn, they get right on adventure U bovard.

If they stalking out somebody, Well, if.

They follow us, that gut loaded.

Why he fired one shot, we'll see the safety sull you'll really get it.

The tighter, the down, the stake was nothing.

Else to do, honey with that pictures anyway, it's a beautiful day.

Yeah, to die.

They won't die, baby, die, they won't die.

Look there's a turn.

Hot, hang on, here we go, wait.

The minute, Just fill up listen.

If you're gonna feel sorry for anybody, feel sorry for us.

So y'all look so I look alike, blue denim.

Pants, kanky shirt.

No what I was just thinking.

Suppose they stop and that front of those huge tidings.

They won't.

Hey, wait a minute, m M.

What are you gonna do after that?

Fellow a minute, send me the pistol.

Stick your head out and yellow that's gonna come here.

I think we're gonna pick him up.

Do what I tell you.

O ready, went back up a little ways.

I don't see him, noose, he was right there.

He was standing by that live oak tree.

But he goes so he can't listen.

Go on, hang onunder your hat, baby.

We made it around the corner at.

French Junction Simon last Vahines Canyon Road.

As they passed the big yellow sign no smoking and fires.

Beyond this point, he heard the signs of the police cards screaming.

Their way on up and draw a blue hat away from us, and he.

Breathed alongside relief.

Slowed down at last through a respectable thirty miles an hour in the dust among.

The sunflowers, down the winding road, past the off top of the fields and the side road that leads down the creek.

Down the winding road, past the steep little path that leads up the nest Rahma's school house to date.

The un past the barn where the dog comes out and bite ticket tires.

Down the winding road under the trees to the clemper eucalyptus at the clenter of currents Ground's ranch and a sharp turning left past the high ware fence to the clump of scrubble where you turn off across the sieves at the bottom of the hills, up the chagrela, the rounds, through the willows, down through the handy little creek bed that's a roaring thrones and it rings across the fields.

Hans take down the bars in the gate us toward the hill, through the woods to Shanger line.

What Mike crazy today?

He takes everywhere up here too?

Where's he going?

There's nothing up this lake?

Got the house of Shangri layes.

He's got the same tiny.

Uniform, Brule's got his shirt, no hat to play tut does no matter?

What's a little What about the same man?

Yet crazy?

How I don't know how he company?

Who's ben play for?

Then I'll take the guns.

You gonna put them up.

We're gonna stop, I'm gonna stop.

Let me go.

Yeah, no good, no good, We're stuck.

A listen, going up there and get that fellaw to come and give us a hand?

Will you mind?

Little?

Did you tell him?

Will I give him a ride?

Right?

Hurry?

After longer we sit here, the deeper will be in the sand here, all right, they get snappy.

I wanted to get out of here.

I'm gonna give him a ride, all right, yeah, m.

I think of it.

Can get him and having him to push not what?

No, yeah, what's the matter.

Let's go, Let's lay party neighwhere.

He was standing?

Right?

Well, I was scared too, You think not?

You can at yourself.

Sometimes try water and a man in broad daylight.

Try counting away to Sancho's full of money with a dozen people watching you.

And try racing across the countryside with the frightened woman in a fast car and three colored the cots.

Right behind you.

Get stuck in the sand twenty miles in no place, somebody watching you, and then.

Disappearing when you were looking for him.

Sure you're sure you'll be just as scared as I was late summer, afternoon, half and lazy.

The smell of you could let his trees around you, and not a sound to reach you, not a sound except a scrape of the shovelers.

You dig and dig and dig, get the sand that keeps shifting out of the wheels, and your wife is stunning in with a gun.

If you watch you get on a wol.

And the afternoon shadows growing longer and longer, and a little breeze coming up to rest in.

The leaves and make you think you're doing a hoofs creeping.

Up on you.

I you to throw it on, a gun on you and say come out with me, kids, let us hang het the robbery or murder.

Then you know all your want is to get up there to the deserted old house and stash away the sass and money and just lie, Lord of arrange time on a compace, stay in the station house, and the creak and the rain hide you as you creep out and up the highway to the boat that's gonna take you and the money in her a waste some place where.

They will never, never, never find you.

All you got plenty to think about it while you're digging and the shadows crawl on the hillside towards.

You wonder if you'll ever be doun them.

Get out of there.

I'm gonna try it sometimes, who's old friends?

As everything's got there sometime and at last the back wheels free and you get back in, and.

You ease yourself out of there.

And it's dark now as you take that.

Fundy littlettle trail up between the hills, it's so hard to see even the day's time.

There's somebody watching it.

No, you keep your ideas to yourself.

Is it stopping up in the dark wishing the bride lights and everybody within twenty miles to see?

You said, nobody lives up here.

We'll be all right with these lights.

You can't get off the trail unless they throw down the hill side.

You won't fall.

See somebody's watch where you cut it out.

I'm sorry, there's nothing to be scared of.

I know that's.

A dear.

You're all around the yes.

In the light you're looking.

I know what they looked like.

Somebody scared?

It was only a p.

How much farther is it?

Nose?

Only a little way?

Now?

Do you remember this turn?

Don't you?

I don't remember anything except I'm tired and cold and the hungry.

Uh h, I give you something to remember when we're living on some nice, warm island down the South Pacific.

Come where six.

Thousand miles away from here?

We ever get there?

What'd you say?

If we ever get there, we'll get there?

No?

Well do you think those that hitch tiger could be a copping?

Nah?

Well?

Who was he?

Some time I'm listening, That wasn't the same guy?

You're crazy?

Why y'all know he's sure looking the same.

Well, let's silly, y'u.

How could he get ahead of us all the time I was doing seventy five eighty miles an hour.

He was walking?

Maybe I can't hear you, I said, maybe he was walking?

You're crazy?

Matters?

Well, maybe you had a motorcycle or tell me?

Wow, how could he get past us?

We'd just seen him?

If he passed, maybe knew some short turn it out tut dout hot.

Stup?

That snake in the road?

Did you run over?

Yeah?

I had.

It's lucky to a sink.

It was snake.

It brings rain.

That's what we want.

I hate to see the summer go away, not me, summer, good bye?

That's what I say.

I had good riddance.

I don't want rain.

Huh.

I wish we'd get there.

Yeah, yeah, that's stretched up this little slow honey, and then we could wrest.

I'm worn now me too.

You've had a day.

Yeah, I'll say, I.

Sho want some coffee?

No coffee?

Why not fire?

I'm gonna gould the fire up here?

Why say that?

Something to blass on fire?

Way about that sign?

What side trying to take?

No slop and no fire?

See on this store?

No?

Not bad?

Somebody see it.

Anyway?

You ever see a brush fire up here in the canyon.

No, you don't want to see one.

And believe me, I guess there's only this one road to get out, see I know.

And we drive right into the hands.

Of the cop.

Yeah, that could rain.

It'll be all right.

It doesn't feel much like rain though.

Son't the place.

I think it's a couple of hand yards.

Mo Oh wait, there's a.

Good rush shaped like a Sure that's right, my gosh, I nearly got lost, so you.

Didn't go much fun of the canyon into my PA's the house.

Sure y looks different here tonight.

Oh, nobody's look here.

There isn't anybody.

Don't worry.

I don't know.

That's fella.

I forget it.

Yeah, this is good.

You'll park here, you go ahead and unlocked to go.

I'll get this stuff up and bring it up.

Lash light in the glove compartment.

You go unlock it scared right, all right, right off the go ahead one.

We're all along here, and this will be all over in a couple of days.

And it's a hope for the south of the.

Go ahead.

I'll be right behind, all right, watch out for snips.

What's the matter?

Where's that gun?

What's the matter?

Is that somebody?

The house is gone?

I said, The house is gone, she said.

And the house was gone.

I saw it three and a half months before, and it was there, the frame, cabin, three rooms, a little porch, and the chimney big as I I know, it was there then.

But in the darkness that night it was gone.

Friend, I don't know.

I checked out at the lone eucalyptus tree that stood alongside the porch.

The tree was there.

The house was gone.

It wasn't the slightest sign if.

The house had ever stood there, nothing dug up, no de three of any kind, no sign had ever been a house there, and it didn't starlight in the middle of the night because my wife and me looking at it, me holding a satu full of money in one hand and.

A loaded cocked pistol in the other, and topped that friend matter started to cry.

Well, I'll be took us to the wrong place.

I wonder if I No, I couldn't have.

I know every showed that trail, madaline.

Don't recognize the rock that looks like a bet you didn't?

You didn't?

I what recognize it?

I thought it?

Where is the house?

I don't know.

Somebody must have turned it down and taken it away.

That's never as if there ever was a house here.

You can't see in the dark.

This is the place, all right.

This is shangri laman.

I'm scared.

Let's get out of here, Get out.

Of here and go where?

Oh no, what we do for there?

Give me that fla, give me that slide?

It's that over there?

Looks like somebody said a camp fire here, Yeah, that's what it is.

Let's go.

Oh for other people that tore down the house probably build it to burn up rubbish.

That's not We don't find anything.

S What are you gonna does.

Is nothing else to do the back of sleep in the car with those stags and the wind of the blood, the blood.

And the money.

Baby, I'll be able to sleep a week.

You said you were satired, spitting and sleep on a punk in the house.

And turned down.

I told you you're talking as if I owned it or something.

I don't go for it, no, sweetheart.

Where two jumps ahead of the CPS were loaded with two bags of money they saw us knock off that guard.

What do you want to do?

Go to a hotel up and stand a barber.

Don't be a jerk.

I'm sorry, I'm making a foot on myself.

No, that's sick.

Good hope, you don't have to stay here very long.

Okay, it'll rain, say anything.

Now summer is over, baby, Now I come out back the car.

I'm out at my feet.

I wonder what saw that place down?

Wasn't that manly saw?

Shut it?

Out of these?

A million miles away from here there was a rifle shop.

I wonder, Pep getting a car.

Don't get in the cart out, I doesn't hear anything.

Maybe somebody out taking a patch.

Shout of the beer.

Get inside the car.

You hurt me, I can't send anybody.

Where where he stood, and the little slope of a hill above him, behind his mist was drifting over the stars.

But I couldn't mistake him.

Khaki shirt liuly live levised no hat rifle in his hand.

I shot it at him, but he didn't even look down at me.

He raised his rifle and fired.

Immediately.

There was an answering chopped from somewhere up and the hills below us.

Adam was lying alongside.

The car crying.

I stood there, stood there, unable to move, and he started down the hill for this, and then.

A sudden flory of shots in the.

Distance, and like a character in an old time silent movie, he stumbled and fell down the hill chartis and I could see the spreading sting across his kaki shirt and a starlight with the step toward him.

He didn't even look at me.

Painfully holed, so painfully, he drew himself up on his knees, aimed the longest time.

I had one shot, not one, not one.

I yell, and all I could hear in the dark was her butting, blasting breath, and when I.

Reached her, I sweat.

It was black with blood.

She can only guess.

I raised the pistol an jed that the man who had murdered my wife, and I pressed the figure one price three four times, and then set up again, and I saw the bullets hit him in the tihlight and he didn't even crim.

Solidly, deliberately he reached his pocket, pulled out a match and struck it went down the.

Set fire to the summer dry grass, and then half a second the scene was bright to day.

Racing fire roared at me.

I hardly had time to snatch up the meddling and hurry over the car shot away back where we came from.

There was nothing else to do.

Time assisting canon trail, A car receup.

I go faster time, devastating fire hanging at it.

Time through the town did the Sandy Creek.

Power higher alas at our heels.

And then just as we crossed the creek, the rain the canton.

Unpleased rain, and was who have saved it?

Now that we've sad?

Goodbye to summer.

And at the corner there by the ranch, the police car was waiting.

The Medlin was dead.

I told them under their guns, and I could see they didn't believe me.

I babbled about the rain, how it put out.

The fires, how the house was gone, and they laughed.

And then it was morning, when it was broad daylight, we went back up the canyon and up the twisting trails, but there was no sign of fire, me and the police.

And then we got there on the daylight.

There was the house, just is it always a been, And there hasn't been any fire, not the night before anyway.

One of the police officers told me about it.

Remember, or maybe you don't.

Twenty seven years ago there was a fellow murdered a couple up here and last Prahino's Canyon, he said.

Then he hid away up here.

Twenty seven years ago, he said, Natassi came on him a knife and he killed him.

How he managed to set the grass on the fire that night that burned out the whole country slide.

He was a bad man, he said, not up here.

I remember him so well, a hitchhiker he was.

Wore a pair of.

Levi's mkhanky shirt.

Remembering very well, he said, so do I.

The title of today is Quiet Please, story is Summer Goodbye.

It was written and directed by Willis Cooper, the man who spoke to you with Ernest Chaplin and Kathleen crdell Slay.

The part of Madeline.

Music for Quiet Please is why Albert drummer Matt Willis Cooper for a word about next week.

Thank you for listening to Quiet Please.

Nice story for us for next week is called Northern Light, and so until next week.

At the same time, I'm quietly yours, Ernest Chapels