The Peter Leroy Television Series Pilot
Chapter 7
by Eric Kraft
Peter Leroy on TV

In Babbington, the series will run exclusively on WCLM-TV.
However, in the real world the television rights are available.
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7. BOB BALDUCCI’S CHECKERED CAREER, in which we learn how Bob wound up playing second banana to a dummy.
PETER
One spring night, many years ago, I was camping in my back yard . . .
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. PETER’S BACK YARD. LATE 1950s. Peter and friends around the fire. Favor each of the friends as he mentions them.
PETER (CONT’D., V.O.)
. . . with my friends Raskol, Marvin, Spike, and Matthew.  Spike had just suggested that she might be the daughter of Mr. Yummy. . . .
Spike stirs the fire while the rest of them try to think of a way to change the subject.  They sit there, working their jaws over their gum, ruminating vigorously, thinking.
PETER (CONT’D., V.O.)
In the embarrassed silence that followed, we tried to think of a way to change the subject.
The ideas come at last, quickly, one on top of another.
MATTHEW
Are people inherently good or inherently evil?
YOUNG PETER
Are flying saucers real?
MARVIN
Do hermits really live in caves?
SPIKE
Do they fake the pictures in those nudist magazines?
RASKOL
Any more potato chips?
Another silence falls.  The kids spend some time thinking about these weighty matters. Then, when they finally speak, they all ask the same question . . .
ALL
What pictures?
Grinning, Spike produces a folded magazine from her back pocket.  The group gathers round. Murmurs, mumbles, and whispers as they turn the pages, including . . .
RASKOL
How do they make those black rectangles stay on the people’s faces?
After they have looked at the pictures very thoroughly, fatigue settles over them, and they turn in.
YOUNG PETER
(to Marvin)
We can still catch a little of Baldy.
MARVIN
Oh, sure.
Marvin turns his portable radio on.  It takes a while to warm up, so the sound of Baldy’s voice comes upon them gradually.
PETER (V.O)
Marvin tuned in to “Baldy’s Nightcap.”  This was a radio program hosted by a dummy — that was Baldy.  His ventriloquist, Bob Balducci, was relegated to the background . . .
CUT TO:
INT. SMALL’S HOTEL LOUNGE. Lou listening, trying to appear only as interested as anyone else would be.
PETER
Formerly a famous ventriloquist, he was now assistant to a dummy.
DISSOLVE TO:
Emerson Radio

TWENTY-ONE SECONDS OF
"I'M FEELIN' DEVILISH"
FLETCHER HENDERSON'S DIXIE STOMPERS

INT. 1955. A restaurant where the radio program “Bob Balducci’s Breakfast Bunch” is being broadcast, live, with an audience of little old ladies sitting at tables eating breakfast. Bob Balducci, slick and prosperous, holding his spiffy dummy, Baldy, is bringing his program to an end.
PETER (V.O.)
Years earlier, “Bob Balducci’s Breakfast Bunch” had been a big hit.  It was broadcast live . . . and that’s what got Bob in trouble . . . 
BOB BALDUCCI
(to his adoring audience)
That brings another gathering of the Breakfast Bunch to a close, but it has been so wonderful being here with all of you lovely ladies this morning that I think we ought to do it again tomorrow . . . don’t you?
BREAKFAST BUNCH AUDIENCE
(enthusiastically)
Yes, Bob!
MUSIC UP: The lively Breakfast Bunch closing theme, “I’m Feelin’ Devilish (Oh By Golly Oh)” performed by Fletcher Henderson’s Dixie Stompers.
Emerson Radio

THRITY-FIVE SECONDS OF
"CREOLE LOVE CALL"

DUKE ELLINGTON'S ORCHESTRA
VOCAL BY ADELAIDE HALL
Bob relaxes, begins putting Baldy away in his box, clearly thinks that he’s off the air, and as he’s putting Baldy away says to the dummy . . .
BOB BALDUCCI
To paraphrase the immortal words of dear old Uncle Don, “That ought to hold the old bitches for another week.”
An ASSISTANT signals that the microphone is open, but Bob doesn’t notice.
BOB
(to Baldy, as to a pal)
Baldy, I don’t know how much longer I can go on doing this . . .
THREE PEOPLE in the control room signal frantically that the microphone is open.
BOB
. . . wasting my talent on a bunch of desiccated old bats.
BALDY
Cheer up, Bob!  Nobody lives forever!
As Bob lowers the lid on Baldy’s box, he turns toward the control room and sees with horror the handwritten message THE MIKE IS ON.  He drops the lid with a bang.
PETER (V.O.)
Like Uncle Don before him, Bob went down . . .
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INT. PETER’S BOYHOOD BEDROOM. LATE 1950s. Knotty pine paneling, a toy-store version of Baldy the Dummy, all the books in the Larry Peters series (not the Hardy Boys), boat models, Studebaker models, a Brownie camera, other 1950s boy gear.  Young Peter is tuning an Emerson clock radio.
PETER (CONT’D., V.O.)
. . . but he didn’t go away.  If I tuned in late at night, there he was, still on the air . . .
CUT TO:
INT. BOB BALDUCCI’S LATE 1950’S STUDIO.  Bob (Lou) is sitting at a table, with the dummy lying in front of him. He’s about to go on the air. (We never see his face.)
BOB BALDUCCI
Good eeeeevening, everybody, and welcome to “Baldy’s Nightcap.” 
(blows a party horn)
Starrrrrring . . . Baldy the Dummy!
(lifts Baldy’s head, lets it thud to the table)
BALDY
Hello-hello-hello, boys and girls! And hello to you, too, Bob.
(Bob pokes the dummy)
Say, Bob, you’re probably wondering why I’ve got this log beside me.
(a pause)
You’re wondering, aren’t you, Bob?
BOB
Yeah.
Bob stubs a cigarette out on Baldy’s head.
BALDY
Well, you know what?  I think it might be one of my relatives.
Bob thrusts Baldy’s little hand into his hot cup of coffee.
BALDY (CONT’D.)
Kind of puts me in a reminiscent mood, you know what I mean, Bob?
Bob grabs Baldy’s neck with both hands and chokes him.
BOB BALDUCCI
Yeah.
BALDY
Actually, now that I remember it, I had a pretty crummy childhood.
Bob shoves Baldy aside, and the dummy falls to the floor.
BALDY (CONT'D.)
It wasn’t easy growing up as a dummy back in Falling Rock Zone, Minnesota.
Bob casually empties his ashtray on the fallen Baldy.
CUT TO:
INT. SMALL’S HOTEL LOUNGE. 
PETER
Baldy always ended the show in the same way, with a look at some horror in the news, and then he’d say . . .
(imitating Baldy’s voice)
Good night, boys and girls, and remember: It’s a nasty world out there.
(in his own voice)
Sometimes, he would add . . .
(imitating Baldy)
That ought to hold the little . . .
(in his own voice)
. . . and then the mike would be switched off abruptly, leaving a wooden silence: dead air.
EXT. PETER’S BACK YARD. THE CAMPING NIGHT. The campers are listening to Baldy, who is bringing his show to a close.
BALDY
Now let’s see what’s going on in the hideous world we live in.  Got today’s paper, Bob?
BOB
Yeah.
BALDY
Good boy, Bob.  Let’s see . . .
The sound of rustling newspaper.
BALDY
Here’s something: “Ferry Sinks, Ninety Dead.”  What is it with these ferries?  They go down like rocks!  A hundred orphans on their way to a free lunch . . . ninety lepers going to a clinic . . . two hundred virgins off to dance around a maypole.  They always take the ferry!  And down they go!
(the voice of wisdom)
Let me tell you something, boys and girls: if you see a ferry with a hundred nuns on a pilgrimage, stay off it!  That boat is headed for the bottom!  Right, Bob?
BOB
Yeah.
BALDY
Well, it’s time to say good night, boys and girls.  Remember what Baldy says: It’s a nasty world out there.
MUSIC UP: “Creole Love Call,” Baldy’s closing theme, comes on, and Marvin clicks the radio off.  Silence falls into the dying light of the fire.  Peter squirms lower in his bedroll and pulls the blanket over his head, to hide from the nasty world.
CUT TO:
Emerson Radio

THIRTY SECONDS OF
"DONT' WORRY! BE HAPPY!"
BOBBY McFERRIN

INT. SMALL’S HOTEL LOUNGE, A FEW MINUTES LATER. At the bar, Lou is again playing bartender. In the discussion that follows, have in mind all those old mysteries that begin with a civilized discussion of an exotic poison.
PETER
Baldy the Dummy is still on the air. I tune him in sometimes late at night when I can’t sleep.
JANE
Really?  I don’t think I’d want to listen to him in a darkened room.  There’s something creepy about dummies.
(shudders theatrically)
They make my flesh crawl.  I think it’s the expression on their little faces . . . that smile, that creepy smile.
LOU
(polishing a glass)
It puts me in mind of the risus sardonicus.
DICK
What the heck is that?
LOU
It’s a bizarre grin that forms on the faces of tetanus victims, brought on by spasms of the facial muscles.  Not a pretty sight.
DICK
(making a gesture for a refill)
You don’t say. 
Jane reaches toward his glass and holds her hand over it to indicate that she would rather Dick did not have another.
SUKI
(checking her watch)
Oops.  I’ve got something in the oven. 
Suki and Albertine exchange a glance, Suki gives her a look that says “I’ll take care of it,” and leaves.
JANE
Why do they call it the . . . what was it again?
LOU
The risus sardonicus . . . so called because in ancient times there was supposed to be a certain plant that grew in Sardinia, which, when eaten, produced convulsive laughter, sardonic laughter . . . ending in death.
ALBERTINE
(a shudder like Jane’s)
Ooh. That is creepy.
DICK
And on that creepy note, I think we’ll call it a day.
He takes Jane’s arm and leads her toward the door.
ALBERTINE
If you could wait just a minute . . . I want to try to explain an idea that Suki came up with.
Everyone is at least mildly curious.
ALBERTINE (CONT’D.)
It’s midnight snacks.
Lou is particularly interested now.
ALBERTINE (CONT’D.)
In a refrigerator in the kitchen . . .
 CUT TO:
INT. THE KITCHEN AT SMALL’S HOTEL. With a great billow of smoke, Suki takes a meatloaf from the oven.
ALBERTINE (CONT’D., V.O.)
. . . you will find “leftovers.”
Suki tips the meatloaf from its pan onto a chopping block.
ALBERTINE (CONT’D., V.O.)
That is, they resemble leftovers, but Suki is deliberately making them resemble leftovers and they are not actually left over from anything.
Suki cuts the meatloaf into slices, wraps the slices in plastic wrap, and places them in a refrigerator, vintage 1957.
ALBERTINE (CONT’D., V.O.)
Please . . . tiptoe from your room in the middle of the night to snack on these goodies . . . because if you don’t, Suki will be terribly disappointed and the “leftovers” will just sit there in the refrigerator and go uneaten, and by the next day they will actually be leftovers, and then what would we do with them?
CUT TO:
INT. SMALL’S HOTEL LOUNGE.  The guests don’t know how to take Albertine’s remarks. Is she kidding? Serious? Nuts?
GUESTS AND PETER
(puzzled, ad lib)
Sure. Okay. Sounds great. Can’t wait.
Dick and Jane leave, and Lou begins wiping the bar.
LOU
(to Peter and Albertine)
I’ll leave everything shipshape here.  You two turn in.
ALBERTINE
Thanks, Lou.  You’re the perfect guest.
They turn and go, but when they reach the doorway . . .
LOU
(imitating Peter’s imitation of Baldy)
Good night, boys and girls.
When Peter and Albertine turn around to wish Lou good night he twists his face into a bizarre grin.
CUT TO:
INT. SMALL’S HOTEL ENTRANCE HALL. Just as Albertine and Peter start up the stairs to bed, the phone rings.
PETER
I’ll get it.
ALBERTINE
Oh, please don’t.  It’s never good news at this time of night.
PETER
It might be a vast extended family calling to take the entire hotel for a reunion, willing to pay anything. 
(into the phone)
Hello?
(to Albertine)
It’s . . . um . . . Jeffrey.
ALBERTINE
(taking the phone)
Jeffrey? . . . Really? . . . 
(a glance at Peter)
All right, why not?  Bring him out.
(hanging up)
Someone wants to look at the place.
PETER
Oh.
ALBERTINE
We’re not giving up.  But we might as well let the guy look at it.
CUT TO:
INT. PETER AND ALBERTINE’S BEDROOM. LATER.  We look down at Peter and Albertine lying side by side in bed. Albertine turns her bedside radio on. The reception isn’t very good tonight.
BALDY
(from the radio)
Well, Bob, it’s about time to make another entry in the catalog, isn’t it?
BOB
(from the radio)
Yeah.
BALDY
(from the radio)
Gather ’round the radio.  It’s time to open Baldy’s Catalog of Human Misery. 
CUT TO:
INT. THE BROADCASTING STUDIO. The studio is empty except for an AUDIO ENGINEER.  A tape is running.  The engineer inserts a cartridge labeled “SOUND FX” that plays a creaking sound, as if the catalog were in an enormous box with rusty hinges.
BALDY
(from the turning tape)
Every night at this time, we bring our listeners fresh proof that things could be worse, don’t we, Bob?
BOB
(from the tape)
Yeah.
BALDY
(from the tape)
You know how it is, boys and girls — some days you think things will never go right for you.
CUT TO:
INT. PETER AND ALBERTINE’S BEDROOM.  Peter listening.
BALDY (CONT’D.)
(from the radio)
You begin to think dark thoughts about slipping into eternal night, and you wonder whether anyone would even miss you. . . . Am I right?
Peter frowns and nods.
BOB
(from the radio)
Yeah.
BALDY
(from the radio)
I wasn’t talking to you, Bob.
(dropping his voice)
I was talking to you.
There is a quality to the way he says this that makes Peter feel that Baldy really is talking to him.
CUT TO:
INT. LOU’S ROOM.  Lou is also listening to Baldy.  He has a much fancier portable radio, and a very good pair of earphones.  Now and then he jots a note on a pad.
BALDY (CONT’D., FROM THE RADIO)
I am here to bring you comfort! Every night I bring you the story of someone more miserable than you are. Tonight, I want to tell you the story of a fellow who likes to be called Lou.
CUT TO:
INT. PETER AND ALBERTINE’S BEDROOM.
PETER
Lou?
ALBERTINE
(pleased, intrigued)
He said he had some idea about Baldy.
BALDY (CONT’D., FROM THE RADIO)
Lou got in touch with me recently to tell me his story . . . and now I’m going to tell it to you.
CUT TO:
INT. LOU’S ROOM.  Lou listening.
BALDY (CONT’D., FROM THE RADIO)
Things were not going well for Lou, not at all.  His life seemed pointless.
CUT TO:
EXT. A DRIVEWAY BESIDE A SHABBY HOUSE IN BABBINGTON. Under lights, Dexter Burke is working on the engine of his car, with a portable radio turned to Baldy.
BALDY (CONT’D., FROM THE RADIO)
He was full of regret for dreams that hadn’t come true, blah, blah, blah.
Curt pulls up and gets out of a car, carrying a paper bag. Dexter looks up. Curt salutes him. Dexter looks suspicious.
CUT TO:
EXT. THE SMALL’S HOTEL PORCH. Suki is smoking a cigarette.
BALDY (CONT’D., FROM THE RADIO)
He was weary, but the nights brought him no rest.
CUT TO:
INT. DICK AND JANE’S ROOM.  The night is not bringing them any rest, but they certainly are enjoying it.
BALDY (CONT’D., FROM THE RADIO)
He was a prisoner of his own miserable self. His motto was “What’s the use?” 
(sudden shift in tone)
Hey! That’s your motto, Bob!
BOB (FROM THE RADIO)
Yeah.
CUT TO:
INT. PETER AND ALBERTINE’S BEDROOM.
BALDY (FROM THE RADIO)
I know what you’re thinking, boys and girls. You think Lou took a long suck on the gas pipe, right?
BOB (FROM THE RADIO)
Yeah.
PETER
I knew he was a grumpy guy.
CUT TO:
INT. LOU’S ROOM.  Lou listening.
BALDY (FROM THE RADIO)
Wrong! Lou found happiness at Small’s Hotel, the little hotel without a slogan . . .
CUT TO:
INT. JEFFREY’S COZY HOUSE IN BABBINGTON. THE PRESENT. A fire crackles in the fireplace. Jeffrey sits in a comfy chair, sipping cognac, looking at his snapshots of Small’s Hotel.
BALDY (CONT’D., FROM THE RADIO)
. . . on Small’s Island . . . um . . .
BOB (FROM THE RADIO)
(challenging Baldy)
Yeah?
BALDY (CONT’D., FROM THE RADIO)
(triumphantly)
. . . the little spot that time forgot.
CUT TO:
INT. PETER AND ALBERTINE’S BEDROOM.
ALBERTINE
Oooh. That’s good. We could use that.
BALDY (FROM THE RADIO)
Lou made the trip across Bolotomy Bay. 
CUT TO:
EXT. DEXTER’S DRIVEWAY. Curt chatting up Dexter, befriending him, passing a pint in the paper bag.
BALDY (FROM THE RADIO)
He said goodbye to the life that was making him miserable, and now he’s . . . get this, Bob.
BOB (FROM THE RADIO)
Yeah?
BALDY (FROM THE RADIO)
He’s the bartender in the Small’s Hotel lounge! Good for him, right Bob?
BOB (FROM THE RADIO)
Yeah.
CUT TO:
INT. PETER AND ALBERTINE’S BEDROOM.
BALDY (FROM THE RADIO)
Do drop in, folks.  Meet Lou the bartender and listen to a story or two. 
There is a brief silence.  In a moment . . . 
BALDY (FROM THE RADIO)
(almost inaudibly)
That ought to hold the little . . .
Then the microphone is switched off abruptly, and Albertine switches the radio off. Both lie in silence for a moment.
PETER
(a bit annoyed)
He made it sound as if Lou tells the stories.
Albertine switches the light off.

MUSIC UP: Bobby McFerrin’s “Don’t Worry! Be Happy!”

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Copyright © 2002 by Eric Kraft
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The scripts for The Personal History, Adventures, Experiences & Observations of Peter Leroy Television Series are works of fiction. The characters, incidents, dialogues, settings, and businesses portrayed in it are products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. 

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The illustration at the top of the page is an adaptation of an illustration by Stewart Rouse that first appeared on the cover of the August 1931 issue of Modern Mechanics and Inventions. The boy at the controls of the aerocycle doesn’t particularly resemble Peter Leroy—except, perhaps, for the smile.

 
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