The Thrill Killers

Hollywood, California.

The man you're looking at is Joe Saxon.

He's one of many caught in the web

of non-reality.

Non-reality.

This is the reason he is here in

Hollywood.

The land of the stars.

Joe's ambition is to be what?

A star.

A star of motion pictures.

That world of make-believe.

So far, Joe has had very little success.

For that road to stardom can be a

long and hard grind.

Unfortunately, Joe has refused to accept the world

of reality.

And has found himself trapped amongst the monthly

payment plans.

He's got a new house, a new car,

a new TV set, swimming pool.

Very impressive to the people here in Hollywood.

But unless the monthly payments are kept up,

there won't be any TV sets or swimming

pools.

Time to call his wife and give her

the news of today.

This is Joe's wife, Liz.

Former actress turned artist.

She gave up the business a long time

ago.

The insecurity was too much for her.

But then she met Joe and love won

out.

But love can also wear out.

When the bills keep coming and the stomach

starts to get hungry.

But Joe has another hunger.

That to be a movie star.

Even if he has to play make-believe

all day.

Just for himself.

Joe Saxon.

Caught in the world of non-reality.

Dennis is caught in the world of reality.

He must make those monthly payments.

As you can see, he has a lot

of mouths to feed.

His English isn't the greatest, but his desire

to succeed is.

And where is there a better place to

succeed in?

Than in America.

Dennis Kastekian.

A realist.

Hi, can I give you a lift?

No, don't!

No, no, don't!

Hey, Joe.

I saw a part of your movie this

afternoon.

Oh, it was this bad?

Hi, honey.

I couldn't sit through the rest of it.

Was it that bad?

That bad.

What's the matter with you, Joe?

Joe, what are you trying to prove with

this party?

You're just spending money that we don't have

and...

There's no one here but a lot of

crazy people.

Just let me worry about that.

Well, here you are, mister.

All rum and coke.

Thank you, Joe.

I'll have a little bourbon and soda, Joe.

Thank you very much.

I saw

your picture this afternoon, Joe, and I looked

at it and I thought it was extremely

slow.

Of course, but that was just a rough

cut.

Rough cuts are usually slow, aren't they?

Oh, I wasn't criticizing your acting, Joe.

It had nothing to do with your acting.

I'm not trying to defend my acting.

I know I'm not the best in the

business.

Well, I will have to go along with

Arch.

It was a little bit slow, wasn't it?

That's right, Mr. Morgan.

Of course, your judgment is much better than

mine.

Well, after all, Arch and I have seen

enough rough cuts.

We should be a big judge.

That's right, Mr. Morgan.

Of course, you've probably seen more rough cuts

than I've seen pictures.

You've got nothing to worry about, Joe.

You put in a little music, you put

in some sound effects, and it dissolves in

a couple of obstacles.

It's a pretty fair little picture.

What is your next picture, Mr. Morgan?

Well, after all, it's a little early to

talk about that.

That's right.

Well, it's just in the planning stage, but

if there's anything for you, I'll remember you,

boy.

That's right, Mr. Morgan.

I thought the racetrack scene of mine was

pretty good, wasn't it?

Say, you know, I like a good scene,

and it was good.

Maybe that's because Joe had so much practice

this Saturday night.

You're a Hollywood spark, huh?

That's right, Mr. Morgan.

All right!

In the pool!

That's right, Mr. Morgan.

Oh, here

we are.

It's a great place you have here.

Yeah, for the rats.

You got something to drink here?

Yeah, scotch.

You want some?

Yeah.

First we'll have some music, right?

Opera procedure.

Glasses.

And then the booze.

There we are.

Tell me something, will you?

What would you like to know?

What do you do for a living?

Oh, I just sort of kill time.

Then why are you dressed in blue jeans

and boots to go dancing for ten cents

a dance?

And then offer me $50 to bring me

to my apartment to talk?

What makes you think I want to talk?

I don't.

You know something you're a weirdo?

You don't say.

But I think I could get to like

you.

Why don't you try?

Why don't you help?

You mean like this?

Mm-hmm.

What's that for?

People are no good.

What do you mean people are no good?

I hate people.

They're no good.

Oh, boy, you are a weirdo.

You're cheap.

Cheap?

So cheap about $50?

I hate you.

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

We interrupt this program to bring you a

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At 1029 this evening, three inmates of the

State Asylum for the Criminally Insane successfully made

their escape after slaying five guards and hurling

the 20-foot barbed wire wall that surrounds

the institution.

Authorities have identified the escapees as Herbie Click,

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Complete descriptions of these men will be broadcast

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Any information leading to their whereabouts should immediately

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or to this radio station.

Do not, we repeat, do not on any

account attempt to apprehend these men on your

own.

They are armed and extremely dangerous.

And now, back to our regularly scheduled program.

Well, I guess we didn't have all the

lunatics at our party tonight.

I wish you'd just forget about that.

I'd like to forget about it.