Murder & Magnolias - Special sneak peek of “Morrison Mysteries”

Episode Date: December 11, 2023

Hey, Dateline fans! As a bonus, we’re giving you a special preview clip from season 2 of our podcast Morrison Mysteries.This season, Keith Morrison is taking us to Victorian England for Charles Dickens’ classic, A Christmas Carol.If you like what you hear, just search “Morrison Mysteries” for the full story or click here: https://link.chtbl.com/mms2_fdlw

He may just be the meanest Christmas villain of all time. A man who counts his money while children starve. Who mocks the sick can begrudges his most loyal friends even the tiniest bit of happiness. Oh, yes, he's the OG of back guys. Alright. Darth Vader, the Grinch, Voldemort, all rolled into one evil lump of a man.

I'll adjust you weight. This nasty piece of work will get his come up and send in the most unexpected and satisfying way. I'm speaking, of course, of Evan Ezer Scrooge. I'm speaking, of course, of Evaneiser Scrooge. I'm Keith Morrison. And this is Season 2 of Morrison Mysteries. Our story is said in the 1840s, London, England. It's winter, cold and bleak.

But it's Christmas Eve. The warmth and joy of the season of giving permeate the grave fog of the city in all places. But one, the tiny, shriveled heart of Ebenezer Scrooge. As we begin, Scrooge is sitting in his office, barking orders at his kindhearted clerk, Bob Cratchett, who's only hoping to have Christmas day off to spend time with his family. Especially, his desperately ill son, Tiny Tim. But loathsome Scrooge doesn't give a thought to any of that.

No. Cratchett's family means nothing to Scrooge. And Christmas, a passing annoyance, a waste of valuable time. Yes, and mean the Scrooge was second to none, except just possibly, to his old business partner, the greedy Jacob Marley, who'd pinched his last penny and died seven years before the Christmas Eve of our story. In fact, it's thoughts of Marley that begin Charles Dickens, a Christmas Carol. Marley was dead, to be in with.

There was no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it. And Scrooge's name was good for anything he chose to put his hand to. Old Marley was as dead as a doornail. Scrooge and he were partners for I don't know how many years. Scrooge was his sole executor, his sole administrator, his sole assign, his sole friend, and his sole

mourner, and even Scrooge was not so dreadfully cut up by the sad event. Scrooge never painted out old Marley's name. There it stood, years afterwards, above the warehouse door, Scrooge and Marley. Sometimes people knew to the business called Scrooge, Scrooge, and sometimes Marley. But he answered to both names, it was all the same to him. Oh, but he was a tight-fisted hand of the grindstone, Scrooge, a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covered as old sinner, hard and sharp as flint. Secret and self-contained and solitary as an oyster. The coal within him froze as old features. Nip disappointed nose,

shriveled as cheek, stiffened as gate, made his eyes red, his thin lips, blue, and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice. Thank you for listening. To hear all five episodes of Charles Dickens, a Christmas Carol, just search Morris and Mysteries wherever you get your podcasts. search Morris and Mysteries, wherever you get your podcasts.