A Green Coupé
ANNOUNCER: Commercial copy followed by:
The time and place ... around three o'clock in the afternoon. (Fade in
automobile, gradually growing louder.) A tiny green coupé races along a
fashionable Big City street--its driver little realizing the important part it
will soon play in the lives of two people. ... Suddenly a huge truck swerves
in its path and. ...
BIZ: SCREECH OF BRAKES--A FEMININE SCREAM AND TERRIFIC CRASH.
ANNOUNCER: (Continuing.) Three hours later--the horrible accident forgotten,
our scene changes to one of those little cafés where tired businessmen come to
refresh themselves just before going home to dinner--and the wife. Bill Adams
is just such a man, and he is talking to Russ Edmonds, as the two stand at the
BIZ: FADE IN ABOVE GENERAL LIGHT LAUGHTER AND CHATTER, CLINKING OF GLASSES,
BILL: You uh--seem a little nervous, Russ....
RUSS: (Is nervous--stiff.) Who, I? No ... no, I'm not nervous.
BILL: Something on your mind?
RUSS: No ... no, nothing on my mind....
BILL: Never saw you acting this way before ...
RUSS: (Irritated.) Well, can't a person be quiet once in a while?
BILL: Well, I'm sorry I said anything.
BILL: Look, Russ, I've got an idea.
BILL: Why don't you drop up to the house a little later? I ... uh ... I got an
idea Greta'd like to see you.
RUSS: (Lightens.) Yeah?
BILL: Sure ... come up around nine ... we'll be home.... Maybe we'll have some
RUSS: O.K.--Sure--sure I'll come up.... Always glad to see Greta.
BILL: Swell.... Well, I'll be shoving along.... I'm late for dinner now....
See you then around nine. Oh, waiter ... give me my check ... and hurry it up
or I'll have the devil to pay when I get home.... (Fades.)
BIZ: FADE IN JIGGLING WITH KEY IN LOCK: IT TURNS: DOOR OPENS: DOOR SHUTS.
BILL: (Whistles a little.) Greta! Greta!
BIZ: FOOTSTEPS TO OTHER ROOM: DOOR OPENS.
BILL: Greta! Oh, ... there you are....
GRETA: (Asleep.) Huh?
BILL: Dinner ready?
GRETA: Huh? (Yawns.) Oh, I must have fallen asleep. What time is it?
BILL: Only eight-thirty. Here I break my neck getting home. Worrying all the
time about making you wait and here you are asleep ... fine thing.
GRETA: I--uh--(Yawns again.)
BILL: Been drinking, Greta?
GRETA: Huh? ... Oh, no well ... that is, you couldn't call it drinking.... I
had a little punch after luncheon with Marjorie and Vee ...
BILL: Nice girls, Marjorie and Vee.... I like 'em myself.
GRETA: Yes--nice girls.... I'll get up....
BILL: Was it a late luncheon, Greta?
GRETA: Not very. Why?
BILL: I 'phoned here after three. No one answered.
GRETA: Perhaps I just missed the call.
BILL: Yes, ... perhaps. You're nervous, Greta.
GRETA: (Away. Off.) Well, yes ... a little ... (coming in) ... but I can't
BILL: What's wrong?--(Biting.) Play bad bridge and lose a lot of money again?
GRETA: Oh, no, nothing like that.... I saw the most frightful accident
today... it upset me dreadfully. This girl was driving a green coupé and a big
truck came slam-bang around a corner and crashed into her ...
BILL: (Softly.) Gee!
GRETA: The coupé was turned upside down ... with the girl underneath!
BILL: Was she killed?
GRETA: I don't know.... I was so shaken I went right downstairs and took a cab
GRETA: Yes.... I saw it from a window of Vee's apartment.
BILL: Greta, is this true? ...
GRETA: ... Why ...
BILL: I mean about the accident being the thing that's got you rattled?
GRETA: Of course! Why, it made me go sick all over, Bill. That's the reason I
was resting when you came home.
BILL: Well, I'll be darned.
BILL: (Slight laugh.) You know what I thought, Greta?
GRETA: I'd like to know ...
BILL: I figured you might have been seeing Russ again.
GRETA: ... What?
BILL: Out drinking with him, or something.
GRETA: Bill, how could you? You know I--
BILL: I know, I know ... that is, now I know ... and I'm glad you weren't.
(Pause.) Do you know why I'm glad, Greta?
GRETA: Is it ... is it because you love me so much, Bill?
BILL: Um, that too ... and also because I love myself pretty well....
(Stretching.) Uh--here's something in this drawer if I can reach it.
BIZ: DRAWER OPENS.
BILL: Here--see this-- I had this for you and Russ!
GRETA: (Frightened.) Bill, you wouldn't.... A gun!
BILL: I wouldn't like to have to, Greta--but you don't know how I am about
you. Y' see I'm one of those kind of men who don't make a lot of fuss over
GRETA: Yes ... yes, I know, Bill....
BILL: I don't go around sayin' darling this and sweetheart that-- I'm a plain
sort of a guy, I guess.... simple-minded a little, maybe--don't know. But that
doesn't alter the feeling I have deep inside o' me for you....
GRETA: I'm glad for that, Bill.
BILL: Well, you should be....
GRETA: Put the gun away, Bill.... Please....
BILL: Oh, sure ... sure....
BIZ: GUN DROPPED IN DRAWER AND DRAWER SHUTS WITH SQUEAK.
BILL: (Laughs.) I guess I did go a little haywire, Gret--I mean, after all, it
got into my head that maybe you an' Russ--well, you know ... and the first
thing I could think of was a gun. ... A man shouldn't let himself get such
crazy ideas like that.
GRETA: No, he shouldn't, Bill.... But ... but what ever made you think a thing
like that about me? And with poor old Russ ... of all men.... I haven't seen
him in ages....
BILL: Aw, you know how it is, honey....
BIZ: MIXING OF DRINKS.
BILL: Talk goes round, y' know--nothing you can tie down but stuff that makes
you wonder--aw, but let's forget the whole thing....
GRETA: But I don't want to forget it.... If anyone's been talking about me...
to my own husband ... I have a right to know it....
BILL: Aw, forget it, will you--I'm sorry--but it's all over ... y' hear? Here
... have a drink with me.
GRETA: But rumors are dangerous, Bill--
BILL: Aw, it wasn't just the rumors, Greta.... Heck! I ... well, I was sort of
at fault myself, I guess.
GRETA: In what way, Bill?
BILL: Well, on my way home tonight, I ran into Russ in a bar. He was a little
bit jingled ... and he kept looking at me like the cat giving the canary's
brother-in-law the once-over. I thought so, anyway.
GRETA: Russ was probably tired ... he works very hard....
BILL: I know, I know, ... and I tried to talk to him like an old pal, but he
kept acting so superior, that I began asking myself questions.
GRETA: If that's all it takes to make you doubt your own wife, I don't think
much of you....
BILL: Aw, now....
GRETA: (Sniffling.) Why, I'd be ashamed to admit having so little faith in
you.... (Sobs a little.)
BILL: Now, hold the tears, honey--I am ashamed of myself now--and I apologize
to you ... really I do.... Look up here, Greta....
GRETA: (Pouting.) What?
BILL: (SoftlY.) I apologize ...
GRETA: And you won't ever doubt me again?
BILL: Nope ... never again.
GRETA: It's hard to believe that you actually intended using that gun on us
... just out of sheer doubt and jealousy....
BILL: I know.... I always wondered why people did those things when I read
about them in the papers ... but ... I know now.... something just snapped
inside me, I guess... but look, honey ... it's all over ... the snap has been
fixed ... and we're both like new.... Right? ...
GRETA: Right--but poor Russ--you really owe him an apology, too....
BILL: I know ... and I'm going to apologize to him, too. Just as soon as he
GRETA: You invited him here ... after thinking that way about him!
BILL: That was why I invited him ... only I didn't think it was to make an
GRETA: Oh, I see.... You were going to ... to use the gun.
BILL: Yes--I tell you, Greta, I was mad clear through. But that's water over
the dam--I'm going to apologize to Russ, and what's more, I'm going to mean
every word of it.
BIZ: BELL RINGS.
BILL: That ought to be him now ...
BIZ: FOOTSTEPS TO DOOR.
BILL: Wipe your eyes, honey. Don't let Russ think you were crying....
BIZ: BELL RINGS: DOOR OPENS.
BILL: All right, lay off the bell, will you?
RUSS: (Brighter, a little tight.) Fuller Brush Man! I'm working my way through
aviation school by taking subscriptions for life insurance. (Bill laughs.) Now
wait a minute ... may I have a minute of your time to demonstrate our patented
combination vacuum cleaner and washing machine? It's mighty good.
GRETA: (Laughing away.) Russ, you clown,--come on in.
BILL: (Close to mike.) Come on in....
RUSS: O.K.--I'm in....
BIZ: DOOR SHUTS.
RUSS: Sorry I'm late, people--Ted and Elinore came in after you left the
oasis, Bill, and the three of us got involved with a flock o' Manhattans....
GRETA: Not Ted and Elinore?
RUSS: The same....
GRETA: I hardly know who's the greater stranger, Russ, they or you.
RUSS: Yeah? Well, when I said I was coming up here tonight they wanted to know
if we all wouldn't drop over and have a few laughs with them ...
GRETA: But grand--I'd love to see them--What do you say, Bill?
BILL: Well, you know there was something I wanted to mention to Russ, here--
but I guess I can do that on our way over....
GRETA: Of course....
BILL: He can finish his drink while I hop around to the garage and get the
RUSS: Uh--no car, please....
BILL: Why not?
RUSS: I'd rather go by subway....
BILL: Subway.... but why?
RUSS: I'm jittery about cars, Bill--that's why I acted so funny when you saw
me earlier this evening-- Y' see, this afternoon right in front of my
apartment house a truck smashed into a green coupé and--
BIZ: DRAWER OPENS QUICKLY.
MUSIC: UP AND OUT.
Originally broadcast: 1937 or '38.
Based on the short story by Joel Y. Dane
Radio version by Don Becker
Sponsored by Libby, McNeil and Libby in cooperation with Liberty Magazine
Transcribed program by Trans-American Broadcasting and Television Corporation