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One of the highlights of the book of the original radio scripts of the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Script for the 1947 production of Red Wind.
Script for the 1947 production of The Red Wind, which can be heard here:
https://archive.org/download/OTRR_Philip_Marlowe_Singles/Philip_Marlowe_48-09-26_001_Red_Wind.mp3
It holds up, and is a nice way to spend 29 minutes.
Fit the Eleventh
LINTILLA: Come, you can help us. We've a lot of digging to do and the automatic drill's broken down.
ARTHUR: I don't think you can dig your way off a planet can you?
LINTILLA: No. I said, we're archaeologists.
ARTHUR: Ah. You don't look as if you're in good condition for digging with your arm in a sling. Is it broken?
LINTILLA: Oh no, it's just a pseudo-fracture.
ARTHUR: A . . . ?
LINTILLA: Pseudo-fracture. It's artificially induced. All the pain swelling and immobility of a fracture without the inconvenience of the fracture itself.
ARTHUR: Er, is that good?
LINTILLA: Good?
ARTHUR: Er, yes, particularly?
LINTILLA: Well you wouldn't want me to have a broken arm would you?
ARTHUR: Well no, of course not, I mean I hardly know you.
LINTILLA: Right, but the effect is useful.
ARTHUR: Is it?
LINTILLA: Yes. Of course it is. Crisis psychology. The benefits of working under extreme pressure. Nothing more useless than a bored archaeologist. Come on, this tunnel leads to the work face. See this device?
ARTHUR: Looks like a watch.
LINTILLA: It's a crisis inducer. Set it to mark nine, and . . .
F/X LITTLE ALARM BELLS START UP
Hurry! They're after us!
ARTHUR: Who?
LINTILLA: No one! Come on! Through the tunnel, they're coming!
ARTHUR: But . . .
LINTILLA: They're coming.
ARTHUR: Well, if you say so.
F/X THEY BOTH SCRAMBLE INTO THE TUNNEL, WITH MUCH
ROCKY SCRABBLING GRUNTING AND PANTING