Suspense

Time to write!

The past couple nights I have listened to an old radio show called "Suspense" with some of my friends, and I got to thinking I should write my own Suspense radio program. Unfortunately I'm really sleepy so it might turn out, but we will give it our best shot, and by we I of course mean I. Because this is in the style of Suspense, there will be no commentary, merely dialogue, so it's basically just a script, and is also set in not modern day.

Jenna: "Do you think we'll be able to reach the hotel by eleven, Harold?"
Harold: "Oh I don't know Jenna, we'll get there sometime tonight."
Jenna: "I just hate trying to find places we've never been to in the dark. Everything looks so different."
Harold: "We'll be fine."
Jenna: "Always so sure of everything, that's you. Never mind all the times we've actually gotten lost."
Harold: "Jenna, I said we'll be fine. We'll be fine. Now stop your worrying. Turn on the radio why don't you."
*Radio static*
Radio broadcaster:  ...which concludes our weather for the week. In sports the Braves have beaten the Cardinals, leaving them undefeated and over halfway through the season. Jerry, do you have more on that?"
Jenna: "Who really cares about a baseball game? I wish we could just--"
Harold: "Could you not complain about this right now, I'd like to hear the story."
Jenna: "What more do you need to know? You know who won. Now can't we just --"
Harold: "Jenna, please!"
Radio broadcaster: ...scoring another home run in the bottom of the fifth inning, with the Braves trailing badly.
Jenna: "You don't need to lose your patience with me, you know. It was your idea to come on this trip. All the way out to the city, so you can see your old college friends. The least you could do is talk to me."
Harold: "I'm sorry, dear. We can turn the radio off. Just after we hear the end of this segment."
Radio broadcaster:  "...It certainly was a great game, thanks Jerry."
Jenna: "Can we turn it off now?"
Radio broadcaster: "...Thanks for tuning in. Now, listeners, it's come to our attention that I-25 is going to be under some pretty heavy construction tonight. It you're trying to head into the city, it's suggested that you find an alternate route or delay your commute to tomorrow afternoon, by which time the road should again be clear."
Jenna: "Did you hear that, Harold? Did you hear that?"
Harold: "Yes."
Jenna: "Well what are we going to do?"
Harold: "We're going to do like the broadcaster said, Jenna. We'll find an alternate route. We'll be fine."
*tires screech*
Jenna: "Mercy! Be careful! We don't have to exit the freeway that quickly!"
Harold: "If we're going to find another way into the city tonight, we better be quick about it."
Jenna: "Harold, please slow down. It's starting to rain. I don't want to crash."
Harold: "We'll be fine."
Jenna: "Slow down! Please. Please slow down."
Harold: "Now you've done it, Jenna. Your fussing has gotten me distracted."
Jenna: "You mean you don't know where we are?"
Harold: "Well I know where we are. I just don't know how to get to the city from this road."
Jenna: "We're lost. I knew this would happen."
Harold: "We'll be find. Your worrying isn't going to help anything."
Jenna: "We should ask someone for directions."
Harold: "We're on an old road. Who are we gonna ask?"
Jenna: "We can ask him. We can ask that man."
Harold: "What man?"
Jenna: "That man, on the side of the road. Why, his car must have broken down. His headlights are flashing. It's starting to rain awfully hard. We ought to stop and help him."
Harold: "I'd rather not, Jenna. You never know what kind of crazy people hang out on the streets at night."
Jenna: "We're out in the country, Harold, and his car is broken down. If our car was broken down and we were out here in the country, in the rain, wouldn't you hope someone would stop to help us?"
Harold: "Jenna...."
Jenna: "Wouldn't you?"
Harold: "Oh alright, alright...."
*car stopping*
Harold: "Uh, excuse me sir! Car troubles?"
Man: "Yes! Yes. Oh, prayers are answered. Oh, thank you sir, thank you. It seems my car's engine has given up and died, and in the dark and in the rain, there's no way I can fix it just now. Do you think you could give me a lift into the city?"
Harold: "Well I don't know..."
Jenna: "Harold!"
Harold: *sighs* "We're actually headed there, but are a little hazy on the directions. You wouldn't happen to know the way would you?"
Man: "Sure do! I can be your guide."
Harold: "Well, alright. Hop in the back I guess."
*car unlocks, door opens, then shuts. Engine starts back up*
Jenna: "What about your car?"
Man: "Oh I'll just have my wife drive me back tomorrow and I'll see what went wrong."
Harold: "Do you know where we turn off?"
Man: "Just keep going straight for awhile."
Harold: "Alright. So what do you do for a living?"
Man: "I, uh, I'm a salesman. I sell jewelry mostly."
Harold: "I see." *clearly not very interested*
Man: "It takes me traveling a lot."
Harold: "Hmm."
Jenna: "And your wife lives in the city?"
Man: "Sure does. Wife and four kids. Hard to keep all those mouths fed in today's economy."
Harold: "But selling jewelry does the trick?"
Man: "It's all in finding the right buyers and supplying the right jewels. It's...it's stressful work, but a man does what he has to do."
Radio broadcaster: "...The Gingham County Sheriff's department has requested that we ask you all to be on the lookout for a few individuals. There have been a string of robberies in the area, and several homes have been broken into. Most houses robbed have been from the Clivington area. If you live in this neighborhood please keep your doors and windows locked and be on the watch for any suspicious activity.'
Harold: "That's a real shame."
Jenna: "Doesn't Elaine Hughes live in Clivington?"
Harold: "Yes, that's right,"
Man: "Uh, follow the road here where it turns left,"
Harold: "You sure we don't keep going straight?"
Man: "I'm sure. Turn left."
Radio broadcaster: "...There have also been reported robberies in the Grover Hills community. Residents have spotted a male in his late thirties, wearing a black overcoat wandering around the neighborhood. Once again, please be wary of suspicious activity, and report any at once to the Gingham County Police Department."
Jenna: "Grover Hills, huh? Strange to think of anything bad happening to those people."
Harold: "Spoiled bunch, in big houses."
Man: "Serves them right, don't you think, for flaunting their wealth that way?'
Jenna: "Well, I don't know about that."
Man: "Don't you now?"
Harold: "Do I keep going straight on this road?"
Man: "No, turn right, just up ahead."
Harold: "By the corn field?"
Man: "That's right."
Harold: "Here?"
Man: "Here."
Jenna: "Are you sure this is the right way?"
Man: "Certain. You mind if I remove my coat? I'm dripping wet."
Jenna: "Of course not."
Harold: "Set it on the floor though, I'd rather it didn't drip on the seats."
Man: "Sure thing."
*slight clinking sound*
Jenna: "What was--Harold look out! There's a deer in the road!"
*tires screech, man and Jenna exclaim, clinking*
Man: *cusses mildly*
Jenna: *breathing heavy* "We didn't hit it."
Man: "Could you slow down a little? When we swerved my merchandise fell out of my pockets, it's awfully dark back here, and I'd really rather none of it got damaged."
Jenna: "Oh let me help you."
Man: "That's not necessary."
*seatbelt unbuckling, sound of hands running over carpet*
Jenna: "I insist."
Man: "No, it's--"
Jenna: "My, what lovely necklaces. Mind if I take a look at them for just a moment?"
Man: "Those necklaces aren't for sale! That is, they've already been purchased, I'm just, uh, on my way to deliver them, so --"
Jenna: "That's quite alright. No harm in looking. Oh this one's lovely. Look at how nicely the stone is cut, Harold."
Harold: "I'm driving, Jenna."
Jenna: "Oh, and this one. The chain is exquisite! And...my. My this looks just like Elaine Hughes necklace. Yes, it looks just like it. It looks just like the one her brother made for her when we graduated, he made one for Elaine and for Alice and for me. Doesn't this look like the necklace?"
Man: "That's quite enough, now, I think."
Jenna: "Don't you think Harold?"
Harold: "It does look a lot like your necklace dear."
Jenna: "It does. It looks just like my necklace! It is my necklace! It's Elaine's necklace! You're the robber!"
Man: "Aw c'mon now lady, just because it looks similar does not mean--"
Jenna: "It looks more than similar! It's Elaine's necklace! Our necklaces were all just the same except the little charm by the clasp with our initials on it, and there the initials are EH!"
Harold: "Jenna..."
Man: "Alright lady. You caught me. Looks like this isn't going to be easy after all."
Harold: "Now look here, mister"
Jenna: "Harold. He's got a knife."
I think I'll finish this tomorrow. :) Yes yes. Or I'll just leave it for a bit. Because I wrote a lot tonight and now I'm exhausted. See? It's in true Suspense fashion.  This is the break in the middle where they advertise. Normally about car batteries. :)