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BEST BROADCASTS OF 1938-39
Fallow. — Well, it’ll all be over in about 2 minutes. Pettigrew, the executioner, has stepped away from the control board. . . . That’s at the far wall. . . . And now he’s dustin’ off the hot seat. You oughta see Kosky glide over to that seat! There won’t be no trouble ... no trouble at all. Stew. He’s walkin’ like in a dream. . . . He’s practically tiptoein’ those last couple o’ steps to the hot seat like he was scared o’ disturbin’ his own last thoughts. Father McCauley starts cornin’ over to him, but Kosky shakes his head and waves the priest away. A funny lunkhead Kosky is. Stew.
Stewart. — I’ll take your word for it.
Fallow. — You oughta see ’im. . . . He’s smilin’ ... a happy smile, like he was glad the fatal moment has come. Pettigrew has just pushed Kosky down onto the hot seat, and Kosky acts a little scared when old Pet touches him. But he sits down all right without makin’ no demonstration. Old Pet has stepped back, and I can see the two guards fastenin’ the leg electrodes on poor Kosky. The headrest’ll be on him in another minute. You know. Stew, I actually feel sorry for Kosky.
Stewart. — Coin’ soft in your old age.
Fallow. — No kiddin’, I do. . . . He’s so helpless. Just a big hunk o’ flesh and bones without no brains. Why do guys who can’t afford good lawyers go around killin’ people? Well, no use feelin’ sorry for him now. Old Pet is walkin’ over to put the black mask on Kosky’s face, and in just one more . . . Holy Smokes! Holy Smokes! Stew! Stew! STEW!
Stewart. — Whatsa matta ? What’s breakin’ ?
Fallow. — Stew, for Pete’s sake . . . stop the presses! Have Brady listen in on the extension ! Get ready to replate ! Holy Smokes! What a story! And I got it exclusive!
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Direction. — From this point only Fallow’s speeches on filtered mike until otherwise indicated.
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Brady. — Hello ! Hello ! Hello . . . Fallow ?
Fallow. — Yeah . . . this is Fallow. Who’s this?
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