Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

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BEST BROADCASTS OF 1938-39 Rogers. — Who is it ? Doll. — A guy. Sound. — Slip bolt . . . door opens and closes . . . footsteps. Doll. — Hi. . . . Sound. — Subdued gang greets Doll. Tim. — Hi, Doll. Doll. — {Moving chair) Everybody here ? Buck. — Yeah. . . . When we going ter crack the job ? Doll. — We’re going ter crack it in the morning, boys. Sound. — Slight reaction. Rogers. — What’s the dope? Doll. — This is going ter be the most perfect bank cracking ever pulled in this country . . . and the biggest. One million dollars. Buck. — Everything’s set. Doll. — We’re going to rehearse this thing inch by inch right now. I’ve got every emergency covered. . . . Buck. — We been working on it 3 months. Doll. — Buck, you’re responsible for the getaway. If an5rthing slips we’ll all get lead poisoning. . . . Give the boys the setup. Buck. — Here’s the map of our getaway. {Sound of paper) The car will do 70. You guys jumps in. . . . We heads north, take the tirm into Elm Street. . . . They’re working on the road, so only one car can pass. I’m giving a taxicab driver 100 bucks. After we pass, he starts to drive through . . . stalls his car ... so anybody chasing us will be stuck. Rogers. — Does he know what we’re up to ? Buck. — Of course not. ... I told him it was a wedding party trying to get away. ... We keeps going ... on the state highway over the railroad track. We turns ofi the highway, here, and heads for the hangout. I’ve drove over that route 370