The Adventures of Nick Strong

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NARRATOR: Once again it's time for THE ADVENTURES OF NICK STRONG: PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR. Brought to you by Absorbine Jr. and the fine folks at S & H Greenstamps. Stay tuned for another exciting case from the files of Nick Strong

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NARRATOR: Welcome back to THE ADVENTURES OF NICK STRONG: PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR. Today's gripping episode, titled The Forgotten File finds Nick sprawled on the sidewalk in front of a downtown skyscraper. Luckily, the sun is just rising – no one has seen him. Yet.

Sound of whistling

IRISH COP: Well now, what have we here? Sleepin' it off are we?

NICK: grumbles

IRISH COP: Musta been one fancy shindig – look at those duds. Ought to have a top hat to go with that tux. Now wake up and get along with you...

NICK: What? What the? Where am I?

Sounds of Nick standing up

NICK: My head! Ohhhhh.

IRISH COP: Oh. So it's you Strong. You should know better – you old dog. Had a rough one last night eh? Well I hope you had a good time.

NICK: What? I...I

IRISH COP: Get on home now, Nick. You don't want folks to see you like this. And if the Lootenant found you in this condition. Mother of Mercy!

NICK: Oh. Well I'll just be going then officer. (walks off)

IRISH COP: Officer now is it. Put on a tuxedo and you're all of a sudden to good to call me by my name are you? Ah, go on with you. (resumes whistling, walks off)

NICK (walking – street sounds): Ooooh my head. I must have done something last night... but I can't remember much... of anything. I...I'm really woozy.

Sound of collision

EVELYN STOATLY: Well! Pardon Me!

NICK weakly : I'm terribly sorry, I..I

Nick collapses

EVELYN: My goodness! What happened. Are you all right.

NICK: I'm just a little dizzy – my head hurts.

EVELYN: Can you stand up? Let me help you.

NICK: I think so. Let me lean on the wall here.

EVELYN: Hold my arm. Come along, we'll go to my office – you can lie down there – It's just around this corner.

NICK: Thank you.

Walking, then door opening

RECEPTIONIST: Good morning and welcome to the Stoatly Foundation

EVELYN: It's me, Phyllis.

RECEPTIONIST: OH! Sorry Miss Stoatly. Who is that ?

EVELYN: I'm not sure. Help me get him onto the couch.

NICK: I'll be myself in just a minute.

EVELYN: Just be quiet and lie down. Phyllis, go wet a cloth and there are some aspirin in my desk.

RECEPTIONIST: Yest Miss Stoatly.

EVELYN: How did this happen to you Mr...

NICK: I'm not sure?

EVELYN: Of what?

NICK: Of anything.

EVELYN: Is there someone I could call for you?

NICK: I can't think of anyone.

EVELYN: How about your tuxedo? At the opera last night?

NICK: Sorry, don't know that either.

EVELYN: Let's just start simple. What's your name?

NICK: I'm ... I'm... I mean, my name is ....

EVELYN: Yes...

NICK: I can't seem to come up with at the moment.

EVELYN: Oh dear. Well, at least I can introduce myself. I'm Evelyn Stoatly.

NICK: You say that like I should know who it is. Should I?

EVELYN: Read a gossip column in the past 10 years?

NICK: I forget.

EVELYN: You're doing quite a bit of that lately.

RECEPTIONIST: Here's a wet towel and the aspirins.

EVELYN: Thank you. Here, just let me wipe your head.... My goodness, that's quite a bump you have there! That explains a little. Well then, Mr. X, is there anything ​​​​you do remember?

NICK: I'm trying, but it's all coming up fuzzy. Maybe if I took a little nap.

EVELYN: I don't think that's a good idea – you could have concussion. I think we should get you to a doctor.

NICK: I don't know...

EVELYN: I won't hear any argument – I'll take you to my doctor right away. Phyllis, help me get him outside and into a cab, then call Dr. Smuckles and let him know we're coming.

RECEPTIONIST: Yes Miss Stoatly.

Walking sounds, door opening, street sounds

EVELYN: TAXI!

Car stops, car door opening.

EVELYN: Just help me get him in.... Thank you Phyllis. I'll be back as soon as I can.

RECEPTIONIST: Yes Miss Stoatly.

EVELYN: Driver, 14th street and Oak – Dr. Smuckles's office, please.

DRIVER: Yes ma'am.

NICK: Why are you doing all this for me.

EVELYN: Why, taking care of the needy and endangered is what we do at the Stoatly Foundation.

NICK: But I'm...

EVELYN: Hush. Just relax until we see the doctor.

EVELYN: Hmmm. Why are we... Driver!

DRIVER: Yes ma'am?

EVELYN: 14th street is the other direction.

DRIVER: No ma'am, there's construction...

EVELYN: Don't be silly -- 14th street is in the exact opposite direction. Now turn around and take this cab where to Dr. Smuckles's office – this is a very sick man.

Clunk of car doors locking

DRIVER: That will be quite enough madam. Mr. Strong, I don't know who your lovely companion is, but is she values her safety, I'd suggest you instruct her to control herself.

EVELYN: slight scream

NICK: He's got a gun!

NICK: I think you must have made a mistake, friend. I don't know what you're talking about.

DRIVER: Don't play stupid, Strong. You have something that belongs to me and I intend to have it back.

NICK: I really don't know what you're talking about.

EVELYN: He doesn't! He's lost his memory.

DRIVER: Really? What a unique story. Well let us say that I intend to help him recover it.

EVELYN: But it's true, he really.

DRIVER: Please do not insult me with these juvenile stories. We shall discuss it further when we arrive. I have a lovely, secluded place in the country where we won't be disturbed.

Door handle sound

EVELYN: The door won't open. It's locked from the outside!

DRIVER: Well of course it is. Please do not make difficulties.

NARRATOR: Who is the mysterious driver? What is Nick hiding? Will Nick regain his memory? To find out, tune in next week for another exciting episode of THE ADVENTURES OF NICK STRONG: PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR.