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Occupation? I was a foreign correspondent. At the time that is of the murder which you were charged? Around that time, yes. I see. Now Mr. Baldwin, would you be good enough to tell the court where you were in October the 5th, 1944? I was in Lisbon, Portugal. Can't you be more specific? Look, when you say I was in Lisbon during the invasion, you've told most of your story right there. You know the place. Yes, we know it. I should say that at one time or another during the course of the war, most of us here had occasion to pass through that port. That was the big way station, all right. The neutral terminal for the boys who worked for the Allies? Those lined up with the Axis. You'd see a crowd from the Soviet anxious to get back to the eastern front in the sound of the international. You'd see right behind them maybe a delegation of Nazis. Glad to be away from any front and sick of the Horst Wesselsaw. The lads from London with their briefcases and striped trousers and ruled Britannia very clear in their ears. They were there too. They were there with the guys from Warsaw. The clothes getting a little thread there, but the polonaise sounding as fresh and strong as it did four years before. And the French, not the Vichyites, but the ones who might be at the very next table, the free ones, will never stop hearing La Marseillaise. Brass hats underground, agents, refugees and heels. That was Lisbon. It was about five or six in the evening when I walked into the lobby of the Hotel de Gamma. You know the place right in the center of town. Anyway, I happened to glance up and I saw this girl standing about midway on that big marble staircase at least down from the mezzanine. She had a light to camera up to her face and was drawing a bead on the whole lobby. Suddenly a little fella yelled up to her to stop.  He spotted the girl too. The next second, he was the scaredest looking character I'd ever seen. He whirled back away from the camera, but she'd already clicked the shutter. And another second, I got a shock myself. The girl lowered the camera from her face and... Yeah, it had to be her. She came down the staircase, winding up the film, and the Leica then started to cross the lobby and I was sure it was Terry. I hadn't seen her since I'd left New York, but you couldn't mistake that stride, not even after all those years. Walked across the lobby with a little guy. The ones who yelled had a head start. But the time was difficult for the nervous. If you say so, Senor, but I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about. Ah, American. 3,000 pardons and misses. I simply wish to apologize for my outburst. Clearly it was... Outburst? I'm sorry, Senor, but I don't get it, even in English. It was when you were on the staircase he yelled at you. At me, but what on earth for? I don't think he wanted you to take that picture.  Why should... No. Hello, Terry. Bill Baldwin, it must be... 12 years. I didn't mean that. Since I've even heard about you. I've heard about you, though. You've been doing all right. I've been busy. Terry Moore covers the brim of front. Terry Moore turns candid camera on allied leaders. Terry Moore shoots parade magazine picture of the week. You've been getting more publicity than Hitler. I work for a better concern. Bill, what on earth are you doing here? There's so much... We're being rude to your little friend. Oh, excuse me, Senor. You objected to my taking the picture? Oh, no, Mrs. Not at all. That is the point I wish to clear up. Or permit me. I am Don Luis Fernando Sanchez Jesus de la Castellano Crist Barre. The third. How do you do? But my friends call me Morska. I can understand why. Yes. Mrs, I should very much like to buy that picture. Buy it? Precisely. Well, that won't be necessary. I happen to have a developing outfit upstairs in my room. I'll run you off the car, be myself. That's in case you can't wait till you see it in the magazine. In the magazine? This picture you took, will you be published? Oh, yes. Simply a shot to display them. Well, the color of the city, the hotel. Mrs, this may at first appear to be somewhat extraordinary. The fact is, I am a great admirer of your work. And I wondered if perhaps... You could have the original, the negative. Well, yes, Senor. I did have that in mind. Or do not be concerned. I'm quite prepared to go as high as, let us say, $5,000 in cash. Oh, come now. Well, then let us say ten. What is this? A rib? Oh, no, Mrs. It is an offer. $10,000? You know something, Senor? You're insane. But I'm not, I'll take it. Wait a second, Terry. I don't think I do that. Forgive me, but my proposition was Mrs. Ordney. Oh, you could have put it more plain. Now, listen. You don't think he wants to pay a silly price like that for just a good view of the lobby? He could get that on one of those penny postcards around here. I don't care what he wants it for. All I know... You don't care what he wants it for, because you don't even know what's in it.  Mrs. It is necessary that we completely trade without any further discussion. $10,000 in exchange for the negative. That is great. If you don't mind, Senor, perhaps I had better think it over for a while. I'm afraid that will not be possible. The offer is good only now. Then adios, Senor. All right. Let us trust you are making no mistake. Hasta la vista, Mrs. Buenas noches, Senor.  How'd you like to make $50,000? I said, how'd you like to make $50,000? There's another guy around here who'd go for that negative.  He was standing over there by the desk right in the center of your camera when you clicked the shutter. I never saw anything. I did. I saw him try to dodge. From where I was standing, it looked like a $50,000 dodge, too. Why, you rock.  Do you believe that? Oh, I don't know. After all, I haven't much to go on, have I? 12 years is a long time. How do I know what you like now? What you've become? I mentioned the fat man, Terry, because I think that picture's more important than you'll be willing to believe. Bill, listen to me. I want to know what happened to you. Your articles, your pieces about Europe, they just stops. So did your letters. Well, it's something you've got to understand, Terry. Your pardon, please. Senor, either more? Yes, I'm Terry Moore. Yes, you are wanted at the front desk, please. Front desk? What for? I do not know, Senator. If you will follow me. You want me to hold your camera? Thanks, but I think I'll feel better taking care of it myself. OK, Terry. Hurry back. I'll be right here waiting for you. I've been standing there about a minute, gentlemen, when I looked up and saw the fat guy. He stepped out of one of the lobby phone booths and headed for the cocktail line. I didn't want to lose track of him, so I followed. Pretty soon out came Terry.  OK, so you're right, and I hope you're satisfied. What happened? Get a better offer?  Your life? In return for leaving my camera on the third floor fire escape within the next 20 minutes, I should be permitted to go on living. Otherwise... No, don't sit down. Who told you all that? I don't know. That's a silly remark you don't know. Paul was waiting for me at the desk. It was somebody on the other end of the telephone. Oh. Excuse me. My friend. You at the table. Stone deaf. And I'm Tischdorff. Gestatensi? Well, how did you learn this? Yeah. Yeah, what? Mind if we join you? The da-wish, but you can't English. Sound like a voice on the telephone. How can I tell him he doesn't speak English? What did he say? He said he doesn't speak English. Oh. Wait a second. Excuse me, pal, but I'd like you to meet the young lady you talked to on the phone. She, uh... You better speak English. Every time she hears German, she goes to pieces, creates a terrific scene. You will be good enough to leave me alone. I do not wish your company. Thank you. What about that, Terry? I'm pretty sure that's it. Good. Have a seat. Oh, that's all right. Don't get up here. I don't believe I caught your name. Look, if you do not leave at once, I shall call the manager. I'll be glad to do it for you. You know, my friend, now that I've got a good look at you, I can't help feeling I've seen you before somewhere. Yes. Yes, I was thinking the same thing. Nidia's Foreland, you are very much mistaken. Oh, not with photographs. I'm not. I've studied too many of them. And that's where I've seen you in a photograph. Now, uh, let me tell you something. You have never seen me before. That's my advice to you. Except that there's something different. The clothes, I think, the... White collar. Yes. You're right, Terry. The civilian clothes. I've got them spotted, too. And not in a photograph. I'm going by a man I've seen a hundred times at the head of a parade on a dais in the public square. Now, listen... In the back seat of an open touring car with guards on either side.   You see, I used to cover Poland for a number of American papers. And you granted me an interview once. Bill, he isn't... The General, yes. The General von Klaus. One of the most prolific executioners that Führer ever had.  Why did you not stop when I advised you? Don't you see? There's nothing I can do now except take the Führer's camera and kill the two of you. Now, look, I happen to have a gun, too, so you can put that thing away.  No, senor. He is not that crazy. That's Moscow. You will please put the gun away. But I must... You will put the gun out of sight. So, you will now follow me from this room? No. No, I will not leave these people and permit them to. Quiet. Do you want to bring everyone to this table? Do you wish a special spotlight for yourself? Listen to me. I am the one in danger. I am the one in charge. You will do as I tell you to do. Or you won't get him out of Europe? You see, you see, he knows.  What are you charging him, Moscow? Every cent he ever stole? It's worth it, you know. If the Poles knew this character was here, they'd tear him limb from limb. You talk a great deal, senor. One class, you will please get up from the chair. You must understand that nothing can be accomplished so long as we are here. We shall continue our negotiations with these charming people at some other time and place. At the German Embassy, let's say? No, no. My friends, you first must get to the embassy. Again, Mrs. Hasta la vista and adios, senor. The German Embassy, Bill, but he's a Nazi, a big one. That's right, and he's also taking it on a lamb. The final squeeze is about to begin and the general is deserting his post.  Yes, that's why he can't afford to have us talk. And Moscow can't afford to lose his feet. Bill, what'll we do? You heard what he said. They'll be watching every exit for the rest of the night. Meanwhile, we'll go dancing. Dancing? Yep. Cross the floor to that door on the other side of the band and we're going to slip through that door up the service stairs and into your room. My room? That's right. And you're going to develop the general's picture. Tonight for Suspense, Roma Wines are bringing you a star, Mr. John Hodiak, whom you have heard in the prologue to Dateline Lisbon by Harold Medford. Tonight's tale of suspense. Yes, it is true that our own wonderful vineyard country in California produces in Roma wines that discriminating people in many foreign lands esteem as an imported delicacy. Yet you here at home can enjoy these distinguished Roma wines for mere pennies a glassful. 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You were testifying, Mr. Baldwin, that you and the young lady started up for her room. That's right, the rear way, up the service stairs. I see. Mr. Baldwin, since you've already admitted the murder, are you sure there's a need for such detail? I wanted you to have your record straight. There isn't much more of it though. Very well. And so you got the girl up to her room, eh? Yes. I remember very clearly. We stepped into her room. They shoved the bolt across the door. She switched on the light. And she went straight to her developing stuff. The tray and MQ tube, the hypo, the usual power for an alien went to work. I knew what was in her mind. She was going to develop that picture and get out of there as fast as she possibly could. She was scared, I guess. Then while I stood there watching her, she stopped for about half a minute, stared into space. Bill. What is it, Terry? You haven't said anything about going home, going back to America. You've been over here so long. Yeah. Say you'll want those lights off when you start to develop that thing, won't you? Yes. Well, give me the signal when you're ready, huh? I think I'm ready now. Okay. Bill, there's something I've got. What's that? What's what? That noise then. Oh, I was just trying the door to be sure it was locked. Little jumpy, aren't you? I wouldn't be. There's not a soul who can get to you, Terry. So just relax. You were asking me something. Yes, Bill. What are you doing here? In Lisbon? Yes. I'm waiting. I've been waiting for months. You mean to get home? I can't go back to America, Terry. I'm on the list. I was surprised you didn't know that. Oh, no. Yeah, I've been waiting for a chance to escape. Your hunch is right. I stayed over here too long. I lost the feel of my country and the sense of what she was. And when they got around to repatriating the correspondence, I elected to stay behind. I'd been inoculated. Terry, I had the germ. So help me. I went for that spiel about the new order of things. But you could... You don't mean you worked for them? I worked for them. There were a thousand things a guy in my position could help them with. And now that the heat's on, now that the walls are beginning to melt, you're making your getaway. That's right. Before the courts come to session and the sentences are handed out. A traitor. A coward. You and Von Klaus. Your coward's both of you. You're two of a kind. Yeah, we ought to make fine traveling companions. South America, I imagine. Oh, he and Mosca don't know it yet, but that's how it's going to work. You see the way I look at it. If Mosca can arrange an escape from Von Klaus, he can certainly arrange one for me. You got the money to pay for it, huh? No, but I've got the picture. Your picture. If that thing's published and that the story gets out, the Senor's Underground Railroad is dead. He'll make a deal for that picture all right. Let's not worry about that. No, Bill. Surely you understand. I'm going to tell this story every part of it. Oh, I was afraid you'd feel that way. I'll have to make sure you doubt. Oh, I see. All right? But you're not going to get this. Terry, get away from that picture. The door. Somebody's opened the door. How about when? It's a picture. Do you have it? Von Klaus. It's safe, General. And put away. You'll find the light switch there by the door, left side. And Mosca, but that door was locked. How did you open it? We didn't, Mrs. We opened this door. The closet. Then you were there all the time. You were listening. We were there when you entered the room. And you've already heard my proposition. What do you say, Mosca? Is it a deal? But of course, Senor. Of course. And now, if you will turn over the photograph. Yes, Senor. It's a photograph when I'm on my way with Von Klaus. With the right kind of passport and tickets. Incidentally, how soon can you get me those? I'm in something of a rush. I understand, Senor. I would tomorrow. Let's say tonight, in about 30 minutes, in the lobby. Look, why the hesitation? It's very simple. I've got the photograph and I've got a gun. What'll it be? You must know the answer, Senor. It is a deal. Okay. You can leave now. I've got some work to do. Very well. It shall be, as you say, Senor. 30 minutes from now, in the lobby. Von Klaus? There's just one thing unsettled. Yes? The Freuline. Now, for the sake of security of all, I must insist she be silenced at once. You don't have to insist. I'm taking care of it myself. Now, you understand her, Baldwin. In my present situation, I must be very sure of things. Yeah, sure. Meanwhile, I told you to clear out of here. Not till the Freuline is silenced.  This isn't a time for that on a place either. We can't... No. Then why did you select this time, Senor? And also select this place. Yeah. We hurt you only a minute ago, preparing to shoot this girl. No. Then why do you delay, Baldwin? Why do you not proceed? That gun again? Come on, General. Put it away. For what reason? What does it matter whose weapon we use? And, uh... Why don't you make me put it away? He has no weapon. Oh. He has no weapon. I think you better make sure.  Your arm, Senor. Hold them away, sir. There's nothing there.  Very simple. He did not expect to kill her. Nothing in that pocket. Then why did he say... Why? Huh. Because he heard the noise from the closet and he knew that we were here. You remember the moment, Mrs. he said he was trying the door? He knew we had guessed you would come to this room. He knew we were here to finish you both. He was playing for time. He was bluffing. And about the Nazis, about escaping...  Is that not so, Senor? Is not everything I said the truth, huh?  Oh, I can afford to talk big, Senor. I am sure now that you have no gun.  What's that? What's... What is this? What are you doing? Can't lose of him, Bob. I'll fire. Go! That's it. Just face one close. There. You see, right in his hand. There's my gun, Senor. Okay, General, go on and fire. No, no, no, wait. Go on. And the way I'm lined up now, your bullet will go straight through Muska first. Stop moving, Muska. He will seize the gun. He will... Oh, no. Now, listen to me. Listen, I'll see it to you now, Gordwin. If you do not release him in exactly five minutes, I shall shoot the Friarland death. Go on. Meanwhile, I'll work on Muska. It'll take not quite more than five minutes to strangle him. And you'll have plenty of time to fire. But the chances are great. You'll hit him. And he's your only means of escape. Change your hands from his floor.  Oh, Barley. The only guy who knows the ropes in his time is running out.  We can make some arrangement. All right. All right, Von Klaus, put your gun on the table. We'll go on from there. No, it's a gun. No. Your life's going fast, Von Klaus. The one man who can save your neck's getting pretty limp. Put your gun on the table. Whatever else you listen, Marney, what is it, your price? How much? Oh, my God, stop. There. It's on the table. Now, let him go, Gordwin. Please, let him go. Carry the gun. Here. Here, Bill. Here it is. Thanks. Here'll be OK in a minute. What's the gun? What are you on? Never mind that. Just tell me your full name. I do not understand what... Answer the question. What's your full name? Maximilian Reinhard von Klaus. Occupation? What do you know? Occupation, I said. What's your occupation? I am... I was divisional command of police for the district of Warsaw and Poland. At the time that is of the slaughter? The slaughter? The mass executions of May 9th in the year 1940. When your men at your order went into the homes of those who weren't cooperative enough and machined gunned the women and children. What is this? You're standing trial for murder. Standing trial for... You are mad. There can be no trial. There's no judge... I'm not Judge von Klaus. And those two, the jury, Terry Moore and Mosca. But our arrangements, you said, if I put the gun on the table... I'd turn loose of your little pal. Well, I did. That was our only arrangement. And now I want to know how you plead, guilty or not guilty, for the execution of those families. Those families? How would I know those families? You wouldn't know, but I would. That's been my business all these years. Gathering the names of victims.  Baldwin, wait, wait. Give me a chance. A chance? Those Poles didn't even have a trial. You had them shot in cold blood without even passing sentence. But you're getting all of that, von Klaus. You're really getting the works. But you must understand those measures, sir. Look, I will show you it's a... it's a metal factory. Didn't you or did you not have those people killed? I'm trying to explain to you it was military expediency, the entire procedure. It's part of the war. It has to be done, I'll tell you that. In other words, you did. Yes, but... That's all I wanted to hear. You're verdict, Terry. What is it? I say the man is guilty. Musk is not able to vote right now, so I'll have to do it for him. No. And I say you're guilty, von Klaus. So for the crime of multiple murder, I sentence you to death. No. And may God have mercy on your soul. Gentlemen of the jury, the commission of murder has been very thinly established. So in the case of the world democracies versus the defendant, William Baldwin, what will your verdict be? Your honor, we find the defendant... guilty. And direct that he be freed at once to receive the court's commendation. Thank you, gentlemen. In view of the somewhat irregular circumstances, we see no reason to dissent. That is, however, a question. We know, of course, that this mosque has been imprisoned since the collapse of the Axis powers. But that picture, Mr. Baldwin, Terry Moore's photograph of von Klaus, what ever became of that? Oh, well, ever since we've been married, it's the one thing I don't dare mention. She's pretty touchy about it. Yes. But you did develop it finally. Oh, sure. And it was, uh... Well, sir, the thing was just a blur. And so closes Dateline Lisbon, starring John Hodiak. Tonight's study in Suspense. Suspense is produced and directed by William Spear. If you are one who does not yet know how much and how delightfully Roma wines can add to your meals, well, let me urge you not to miss out any longer on such a treat as this. There's nothing complicated about it. Just get and serve Roma wine with meals or any time in any kind of glass you wish. Try the many different kinds of Roma wine until you find those you like best of all. Try Roma California sherry with its wonderful nut-like flavor as an appetizer. Then, hearty Roma burgundy or the deliciously delicate Roma sautern with the meal. These superb wines make even the simplest meal a feast. Yet they cost you only pennies a glassful. 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Look, Phil, I'm in the midst of shaving, so if you want to talk to me, come in the bathroom. Okay, where's Rochester? He went to the market. Hey, Phil, what are you doing here so early anyway? Alice threw me out of the house. Again? It was my fault this time, Jackson. You see, I... Just a minute, Phil. Wait a minute. Where's my razor? Oh, here it is. Phil, why did Alice throw you out of the house? Oh, I don't know. They were having a parent-teachers meeting. You know, all the mothers and teachers were there, and they were deciding to make some sort of an outing for the kids in the third grade. They call it a nature study. Oh, yes, that's one of those hikes up in the hills. Well, they should have told me. Why? When they said they wanted to study nature, I suggested the Burbank Thid. A burlesque show? Well, I don't blame her for throwing you out of the house. Yeah, I don't know why I always... Well, I wish you wouldn't stand behind me while I'm shaving. Why? Every time I see the reflection of your eyes in the mirror, I think I cut myself. I'll move, I'll move. Oh, there's somebody at the door. Oh, I'll get it, Jackson. Oh, hello, Phil. Do not be afraid, darling. It's only a man's apartment. What is that? I don't know. That's the way the answer to the door around here. Hey, come on in, Livy. Jackson will be through in a minute. He's shaving. Hey, look at you. That's a cute little dress you're wearing. Well, I'm glad you like it, Phil. I knit it at myself. It sure fits you beautiful. The way it shows off your figure. I mean, it clings so snug around the hips. And, hey, wait a minute. You said you made that dress. How come there's a price tag on it? I put that on myself. I wanted something for Jack to notice, too. What are you doing over here so early? Well, they were having a parent teacher's meeting over at the house. And Alice threw you out. How'd you know? I took a wild guess. Well, I'm all through with my shaving. Oh, hello, Mary. Where did you get that $45 dress? You see, Phil, I told you. Told him what? Nothing, nothing. Hey, Jackson, that's a new suit you're wearing, ain't it? Yep, and I got a bargain, too.  Where'd you buy that one, on top of old smoky? Well, for a fellow who was thrown out of the house this morning, you're certainly... Hello? Hello, is this Jack Benny? Yes. Well, Mr. Benny, my wife and I are having a big argument, and you can help us settle it. Copy a look magazine and your picture's on the cover. That's right. How old are you? 39. 39? Yes. You win, Mabel. Them wrinkles must be in the paper. I don't know, since I had my picture on look, I've gotten a lot of phone calls. Yeah, and I know what you go through, Jackson. You're not the only one who's had his picture on the cover of a magazine. Well, Phil, I've never seen your picture on a cover. Neither have I. Well, that's because you kids don't subscribe to the monthly manual of the Amalgamated Society of the City Planning and Construction Engineers. Phil, Phil, your picture's on the cover of the monthly manual of the Amalgamated Society of City Planning and Construction Engineers. Yeah, and I got a copy of it right here in my pocket. I'll show it to you. See? Phil, that's a picture of the new freeway. Yeah, but look who's laying against the curb. Well, if that's you, this picture certainly has an appropriate caption. Landmarks of Los Angeles. Yeah. How anybody can brag? Here I am, boss, back from the market. Oh, good, good. Hello, Rochester. Hello, Miss Livingston. Mr. Harris. Hi, Chester. Hey, do you want to check off the list? Yes, Rochester. I'll check them off as you put them on the table. OK. Two large cans of. Two large cans of. Two small cans of. Two small cans of. Three mediums. Three medium cans of. Four large cans of. Four large cans of. Wait a minute. What kind of checking off is that? Two large cans of. Three small cans of. Cans of what? What are you going to say? Imagine buying canned goods without labels on them. When we sit down to dinner, it's like a mystery program. Hope for dessert. Everything. Imagine buying canned goods without labels on them. Isn't that silly, Phil? I wouldn't know. I'm a boxer. Put the things away. OK, boss. And I've bought you a new pair of woolen mittens. What's that for, Jackson?  You know, Mary went up with me a few weeks ago. Well, Jackson, I didn't know you could ski. Are you kidding? I've been skiing for years. Of course, I haven't got perfect form. In fact, the last time I came down the slide, took off and sailed through the air. I did flap my arms a little too much. A little too much? A duck hunter took a shot at you. Duck hunter, duck hunter. You'd still be out there for your fever, hadn't brought you back. Oh, don't be so smart. If we go up in the snow again next week, I'll show you how good the... Come in. Well, Don, Dennis, come on in. Go ahead, Dennis. You go first. Oh, no, no, Don, you go first.  No, no, Don, I'd rather you go first. Look, fellas. Dennis, please go first. No, Don, I insist that you go first. Oh, for heaven's sake, what's the matter with you guys? Why are you so polite to each other? We both have two shows. The silliest thing I ever heard. Now, come on in. Glory, does that outfit bring out the curves? The way it clings around the hips. Oh, you notice it too, eh, Dennis? Yeah, Mr. Benny's wearing a new suit. You very much. Now, Dennis, before you get too silly, let me hear the song you're gonna do on the program. Okay, oh, by the way, Mr. Benny, where'd you get that suit on top of old Smokey? Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute. Phil Harris just said that. Well, that's funny. At rehearsal, I had the joke. What happened? I don't know how anything happened. Just sing your song. I've got something I want you to hear. It's a very clever commercial. In a minute, Don. Say, Dennis, your song was so good that if you promise not to annoy me, I got a nice surprise for you. A surprise? Yes, next week, Mary and I may go skiing up in Big Bear.  That's right, Dennis. Gee, up in the snow? Yeah.  Well, I haven't, but a few weeks ago, my mother went up there on a hunting trip. Did she get anything? No, but she took a shot at a blue-eyed duck. Oh, she did, eh? Yeah, and she couldn't understand it. Her retrieva came back with a toupee. Dennis, that duck your mother thought she was shooting at was me. Oh. Now, Don, what's on your mind? Well, Jack, I have to leave. So I want you to hear a very clever commercial I plan. Okay, go ahead. Oh, pardon me, Don. Hello? Who's calling? Sam's supermarket? He did? Oh, well, thanks. Thanks very much. Oh, Rochester. Yes, the clerk at the market called said that when you were there, you left one large can of on the counter. Well, certainly, it might be something we like. Now, Don. Don, what is this clever idea that you... Oh, say, boss. Now what? We're going to have to get a puppy. Why? The last can I opened up was ideal dog food. Dog food. What's this idea of yours that you think is so clever? Well, Jack, since everybody's talking about the Academy Awards last Thursday night, I made up a wonderful commercial about them. You did? Yes, and in it, I very cleverly worked in the names of the pictures and the stars who were up for Academy Awards. Well, Don, this better be subtle. Oh, it is, Jack. It is. Just listen to this. If you're feeling blue and want to find your place in the sun, smoke a lucky strike. Hmm. You may have this yen for a lucky strike on a train or in a bus, or even on a street car. You may get this desire. Don. Don. So whether you're an African queen or an American in Paris, be like Frederick. March to the nearest store and buy lucky. Look, Don. Yes, luckies are smoked everywhere in all resorts, especially in Florida, where shelly winters. Where shelly winters? Don, how clever can you get? I've personally told all the Academy Award nominees that I love luckies. I told Arthur Kennedy. I told Montgomery Cliff. I even told Marlon that they're my favorite brandos. Now, Don, just a minute.  That's it! I'm trying to sell lucky strikes.  Jack. And throw you right out of... Jack, Jack, relax. Control yourself. Huh? Don was only trying to help. I guess you're right, Mary. Don, I'm sorry I flew off the handle. Why? That I'm sorry I flew off the handle. Well, that's normal for a duck.  Dennis, this is your last warning.  A large can of what? If he knew, he wouldn't be so liberal with it. Well, Jack, Jack, I want to apologize for upset you, but I thought you'd like an Academy Award commercial because you were there Thursday night. What's that got to do with it? Of course I was there, and I took Mary with me. Yes, but it's the last time I'll ever go with you. What? Why, Mary, what happened? Well... Mary. Quiet, Jack. I'm going to tell him. Well, Don, last Thursday evening, Jack picked me up at my house. We drove down to Hollywood, parked the car, and we were walking to the pantheon. You know, Mary, I should have had Rochester drop us off at the theater before we parked the car. Oh, it's only a short walk, Jack, and besides, I want to talk to you. What about? Well, you've been taking me to the Academy Awards for many years now, and tonight, when you go up to congratulate the winning actor, do me a favor. What? Just shake his hand. Don't say, lucky for you, I didn't make a picture this year. When did I ever say that? You started with William S. Hart. I did not. Say, Jack, I want to step into this drugstore and get some cough drops. Have we got time? Oh, sure. Well, let's see, where's the drug counter? Right over there. Don't worry, Mary, we have plenty of time. Aren't you, bud? Long time, no see. Huh? Oh, hello. Come on, Mary. Uh, Jack, wasn't that... Yes, that tout from Santa Anita. I always run into her. Say, Mary, they have a fountain here. I think I'll get a cup of coffee. Would you like some?  Okay. When you say I beg your pardon, then I'll come back to you. But... But... Huh? Come here a minute. Who, me? Yeah, yeah. Where you going? Over to the fountain. What are you going to get? Coffee. Uh-uh. What? Get milk. But I want coffee. Coffee hasn't got a chance. Why not? Wet grounds. I don't care. I'm going to get coffee.  Take milk. Why milk? Look at the breeding. The breeding? Yeah. Milk is on a cow by squeeze. I don't care. I don't want milk. Oh, look, bud, if you don't let it get around, I got something really good. What? Obaltine. Why ovaltine? It's a sleeper. Well, maybe I'll... Hey, wait a minute. I know what I'm going to get. What? Cameraman. Yeah. I'm going to get tea. Why tea? Because tea is in the bag. Hey, it's your dough so long. So long? What a guy. I always run into... Okay, Jack, I'm ready if you are. Fine, Mary, let's go. Did you enjoy your coffee? I didn't have any. Why not? I didn't like the odds. Oh, come on, Mary, here's the theater. Gee, the lobby's crowded. Yeah, everybody in pictures seems to be here. Boy, these Academy Awards are really something. Look who's here. Danny Kay, Betty Davis, Marlon Brando. And there's Irene Dunn and Joan Crawford. Arthur Kennedy. Gene Autry. Everybody is. Look, Jack, there's a radio commentator doing a broadcast right in the middle of the lobby. Let's go over and listen. Oh, yeah. And so tonight, everybody who is anybody in Hollywood is gathered here for the annual Academy Awards. Ladies and gentlemen, I shall do my best to bring you some of these celebrities. Oh, here come some famous actors walking by. I'll see if I can get them to say a few words. Mr. Jimmy Cagney, would you please say a few words over the air? I'm very happy to be here tonight. And I'm sure this is going to be another great occasion. Thank you, Mr. Cagney. Gee, Mary, remember Cagney and Yankee Doodle Bandy? Yeah. And now coming up to the microphone is Mr. Lionel Barrymore. This is really a great night for Hollywood. And I know that the ones who win the award will deserve it. Thank you, Mr. Barrymore. Gee, he's a great actor. And here we have Mr. Edward G. Robinson. Hey, Mr. Robinson, would you say a few words? Sure. I'm very happy to be here tonight. See? And I'm here to see these actors get a fair shake. See? Don't forget it. Thank you, Mr. Robinson. Hey, he's tough, isn't he? And now Mr. Gary Cooper. Yep. Gee, Mary, I had no idea that Gary Cooper was that tall. Neither did I. And he's so distinguished. Look how gray his hair is. Jack, that's snow. Oh, he really is tall, isn't he? Ah, ladies and gentlemen, we are indeed fortunate. Coming up to the microphone is one of the candidates for the best acting honors, Mr. Humphrey Bogart, nominated for his splendid performance in African Queen. Hey, tell me, Mr. Bogart, do you think there's any chance of your not winning the award tonight? Ooh, I only ask. Well, how do you like that? Say, Mary, I wonder if he's going to interview me too. Quiet, Jack. Jimmy Stewart is walking up to the microphone. Jimmy Stewart? Mr. Stewart, would you please say a few words to the radio audience? Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. James Stewart. Well, yes, I'm very happy to be here tonight. Mr. Stewart, before you go, I'd like to ask a few personal questions. Didn't you recently have twin girls? Well, yes, I did. That is, my wife did. They're the cutest things, but so confusing. What do you mean confusing? Well, last week I bought them a little horse. And they take turns riding it. And it's kind of hard for me to tell which twin has the pony. Ooh, what an awful joke. Well, you better think of a better one. The announcer's motioning to you. Oh, yes, come on, Mary. Oh, Jack, wait for me. Take my hand, Mary. Well, Jack, thank you. You do miss Livingston. Hello. It's a pleasure to have you with me. Well, thank you. Well, thank you. You've been coming to these Academy Awards for a long time. Haven't you, Mr. Betty? Yes, I certainly have. Well, tell me, Mr. Benny, what are your future picture plans? Well... He expects to see Quovadas tomorrow night. Mary, please, this is an interview. Mr. Benny, the last picture you made was a western called the Horn Blows at Midnight, wasn't it? A western? Yes, I was at the preview and I remember hearing gunshots. That was the Warner Brothers. Fortunately, they missed each other. Now, Mr. Benny, would you care to make any predictions as to who will win the Oscars here tonight? No, there are so many wonderful actors and actresses up for them, but in the musical awards, if the song I roll... Thank you, Mr. Benny. What a song. When you say I... Mr. Benny, get away from the microphone. Then I'll come back to you. Mr. Benny... When you ask me to forgive you... Mr. Benny... ...I'll return... Mr. Benny... ...like the Swallows at Sereno... Mr. Benny, return away from this microphone. Stop pushing. Before you... Mr. Benny, get away from this microphone or I'll punch you right in the nose.  Here, watch it for me. Jack, come on. Okay, okay. Oh, may we have your autograph? I'm not Marlon Brando. The announcer just ripped my shirt. Come on, Mary, let's go in. Ladies and gentlemen, we want to make certain that all children have a fair chance to be strong and healthy. And we can do this by giving to Easter Seals. Your contribution provides treatment training centers special schools, summer camps, and curative workshops. Let's give generously to Easter Seals. Please send your contributions and care of your local post office. Thank you. I can do it for a moment, but first... 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Arthur Friede winning the Irving Thalberg Award and Johnny Green for the music. George Stevens for directing Place in the Sun. And Vivian Lee for the best actress. Yeah, and Kim Hunter and Kyle Morgan for the best supporting roles and... Oh, Jack, there's Humphrey Bogart. Go over and congratulate him for winning the Oscar for his performance in African Queen. Oh, yes. Wait here, Mary. Say, Bogie, congratulations. And Lucky for you, I didn't make a picture this year. Ouch! Jack, who slapped you? Lauren Bacall. By water, I can whistle two of my teeth are missing. Good night, folks. Brought to you by Lucky Strike, America's leading manufacturer of cigarettes. This is Don Welch for reminding you to listen to your hit parade for Kyle Lombardo every Thursday night presented by Lucky Strike. Consult your newspaper for time and station. Stay tuned for the Amazon Andy Show, which follows immediately. This is the CBS Radio Network.