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Lucky Strike means fine tobacco, fine, light, naturally mild tobacco that gives you smoothness and mildness with never a rough puff. So light up a Lucky and prove to yourself what scientific tests prove. Lucky Strike is milder than any other principal brand of cigarettes. Let your own taste and throat be the judge. For smoothness and mildness, there's never a rough puff in a Lucky Strike. Lucky Strike program starring Jack Benny with Mary Livingston, Phil Harris, Rochester, Dentistry, and yours truly, Don Wilson. Ladies and gentlemen, just four days from now, the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences will present their annual awards. And when the winners are announced, Jack Benny, being a man of high ideals and noble character, will be the first to say, I was robbed. And here he is, Jack Benny. Thank you. Thank you, thank you. Well, again, this is Jack Benny talking, and, Don, I'm glad you brought up the subject of the Academy Awards, because... Wait a minute, Jackson, wait a minute, temper, temper, just hold your hair up a minute. After all, where do you come off saying you was robbed? Huh? Well, the winners haven't even been announced yet. I know. And you haven't made a picture for five years. I know, I know. You've only got one show, too.  We won't, Capitan. You can stop with that, too. Phil, when I said I was robbed, I was referring to last year. That's when they did the casting for the picture, All the King's Men, and the director asked me if I'd like to compete for the lead. So I even went down to the studio. Well, don't feel bad about not getting the part, Jack. After all, Broderick Crawford is a wonderful actor. Broderick? Holy smoke, I thought it was Joan, and I wore my Charlie's aunt costume. How do you like that? Well, Jack, weren't you embarrassed going out to the studio dressed up like Charlie's aunt? Not at first, Dom, but coming home on the streetcar, my bustle crept up and I looked like the hunchback of Notre Dame. Anyway, that was my one chance to win an Academy Award. Well, don't take it too seriously, Jackson. Winning an award isn't important, as long as you're doing the right thing. That's all that matters. What do you mean? Well, take the picture I just made, Wabash Avenue. Let Victor Moutour and Betty Grable win the awards. I'm happy knowing that I was aqueduct in the part. Well, we're back to France as the mule.  Seriously, those producers were smart to think of me. Phil, casting you was a natural. When they thought of making the picture, they thought of Chicago for the locale. When they thought of Chicago, they thought of Wabash Avenue. When they thought of an avenue, they thought of a street. When they thought of a street, they thought of a gutter. And any three-year-old could take it from there. So, Phil, as far as the perfect casting is concerned, don't take it... Now, wait a minute, Jackson. Just hold it a minute. You've got it all wrong. That part had nothing to do with drinking. They needed someone who could play the part of a nightclub owner, a gambler, a great lover. A great lover, huh? Well, Phil, let me ask you something. If you're such a great lover, how come at the end of the picture Victor Moutour marries Betty Grable? Because Alice made him change the finish. Alice? She ain't sharing me with nobody, even in the land of Meg Bulley. Phil, you're the hammiest guy I ever met. We, Mon Capitaine, I'm glad you agree. Now, kids... Hello, Jack. How are you, fellas? Well, Mary, welcome back. How are you, Liv? Good to see you again. We sure missed you, Mary. Well, thanks, fellas. And Jack, next time I have a cold, don't send your doctor to take care of me. Why not? He's an excellent physician. Yeah, but boy, is he nearsighted. The doctor? When he came into the house, I thought I'd save a little time. So I stuck out my tongue and he hung his hat on it. No kidding, is he that nearsighted? Worse than that. He went to listen to my chest, put a stethoscope against the radiator, and said, stop pissing me, I'm here to help you. Got a little trouble with stethoscope, eh? Wow. Next time we do the joke, we'll make it needle. But anyway, Mary, I can tell by the twinkle in your eye that never happened. We've on Capitance. I thought so. Well, anyway, you're back on the program, that's all that matters. Hey, Liv-o, how'd you have to catch that cold in the first place? Well, one night I went out riding with Jack and his car has no windshield. No windshield? Well, how come Jack didn't catch cold, too? He sits on the floor and drives like Periscope. He drives like Periscope, drives like Periscope. Stop making things up. Now, come on, Dennis, let's have your song. No. What? I don't want to sing yet, I've only had three laughs up to now. Oh, for heaven's sake, Dennis, who counts their laughs? Phil does. Phil counts his laughs? As soon as he gets five, he runs over to NBC. Dennis, you yourself said I've only got one show. Let me keep it, will you? Now go ahead and sing. Well, how about my other two laughs? Never mind, sing. I was having you and music, music, music. I do and it is kissing you and music, music, music. Oh, sir, my dear, come closer. The nicest part of any melody is when you're dancing close to me. Music, music, music, sung by Dennis, Dennis, Dennis. And very good. Daddy says once. We moncapitan. And now, ladies and gentlemen, as we mentioned before, it is only a few more days to the presentation of the Academy Awards. The leading male nominees for their outstanding performances are Broderick Crawford for All the King's Men, Richard Todd for The Hasty Heart, Gregory Peck for 12 O'Clock High, John Wayne for The Sands of Iwo Jima, and Jack Benny for his outstanding performance in The Champion. So tonight, we are going to. Jack, Jack, what are you talking about? Huh? Kirk Douglas is up for the award. Well, we're back to status quo tonight. I'll bet you $1,000 Douglas is easier to say than status quo. What'd you say, Don? I said Kirk Douglas is up for the award. He was the star of The Champion. Mary, that was for the picture. I'm talking about my radio performance. I did The Champion on the radio a year ago. Well, who's going to give an award for that? I don't know, Mary. I got one last week. Let's take a chance. So tonight, we're going to offer our new version of The Champion, in which... Excuse me. Hello? Hello, champ. This is Rochester. Hello, Rochester. What do you want? I finished packing your bags for your trip to Palm Springs. Oh, good. Good. I want to leave right after the program tonight. You sure you got everything? Yes, sir. I packed you a riding habit. Uh-huh. Your tennis racket. Uh-huh. A picking shovel. A picking shovel? You know how you are when you lose a ball. Rochester, I may lose a ball once in a while, but I don't dig holes on a golf course. I don't know. Last year, they followed you around planting ponds. All right. Now, Rochester, I'll spend a lot of time in the sun, so you better pack my yellow shorts. You better not take the yellow ones, boss. They're full of moth holes. My yellow shorts? Oh, well, then pack my blue ones. They're not back from the cleaners. Oh. Well, in that case, pack my black ones. They're gorgeous gussies. Oh, yes. Well, I'll buy some at the spring. Oh, by the way, boss, in case anyone wants to get in touch with you, where will you be staying? At the beautiful Flamingo Hotel. But, Mr. Benny, the Flamingo Hotel is in Palm Springs. It's in Las Vegas. I know, but now when I do go to Las Vegas, I can stay there. Now, Rochester, did you take care of everything else? Uh-huh. I even packed your violin. What? Oh, it's pretty crowded in Palm Springs. What's my violin got to do with it? 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You're handsomer than Gable. You're sexier than Flynn. No.  Please tell us, Jack, where have you been? Your eyes are as soft and blue as the waters of Lake Louise. Your hair is a work of art, but please don't lose it in the breeze. You're funnier than Popeye. I am. You'd fill up every house.  LSMFT. They're now in television. They're dancing so gracefully. They never seem to worry. They're never out of step. They're from Arthur Murray. That's why they're hep. Full of pep. They're so round, so firm, so fully packed. There's not a puff that's rough. We smoke them for nigh on 20 years. They are the ones we love. Love. They ought to win an Oscar. For smoking that is grass. Keep on buying luckies. Your favorite. That was really wonderful. And now for our play. Take it down. Ladies and gentlemen, for our feature attraction tonight, we present our new version of that thrilling dramatic story of the prize ring entitled The Champion. Curtain Music. You tired, Bubbles? Pretty much, Midge. Well, we'll be in Los Angeles in a few days. There's a lot of smog there. Smog? What's that? That's fog with a garlic breath. Anyway, it won't be long now. As soon as we get there, hey, Bubbles, look out. Here comes a car. Hello, boys. Do you want a lift?  It was the latest model. Hop into the back seat, boys. Thanks a lot.  All the way to Los Angeles. Los Angeles, eh? I got an aunt who lives in a suburb of Los Angeles. Glendale? No, to Hatchapie. By the way, miss, your boyfriend doesn't seem very talkative. He talks with his fists. He's Slugger Brown, the middleweight champ of the world. Yeah. We can only take you boys as far as Omaha. Slugger's fighting there tonight. Yeah. Are you really Slugger Brown? Yeah. And you're the middleweight champ? Yeah. And you're fighting tonight in Omaha? Yeah. 36 years later, we arrived in Omaha. Free week there, too. Then he decided to become a prize fighter. Bubbles and I hitchhiked to Los Angeles. I went to see the foremost fight manager in town. I stripped myself to the waist. He looked at my chest and said, That reminds me, I'm having sparrows for dinner. Now don't be funny, Mr. McNally.  But you give me two or three months of training and I'll be a champion someday. A champion, do you hear? No, wait a minute, me boy. Fighting is a tough game. I used to be a fighter myself. You? Right, you are me boy. I'll never forget my last fight. It was with Killer Nelson. I was afraid of him, but they made me go in the ring and fight. They did, eh? That they did. First, we were fighting in the center of the ring, then up against the ropes. Then he kept after me and after me, and finally caught me in the wrong corner and knocked me out. What corner was that? Pico and Sepulveda. Pico and Sepulveda. The fight was held in no Orleans. Now, who else did you fight? Well, the most exciting fight I ever had was the one with Joe Lewis. You? You fought Joe Lewis? Ah, he murdered me. Well, why did you fight him? I won the chance on a quiz program. That? An eight glorious weeks in the Cedars 11 in hospital. Well, look, Mr. McNally, I don't discourage me. I want to be a fighter. Will you handle me? I'll write me, Bocco. I'll be your manager. Now go over to the gym and let me train her. Punchy McNally, he'll get you into condition. The next morning, I went over to the gym. It was a large, gloomy place, smelling a liniment. Here, in this edifice of concrete and steel, men dedicated their lives to the inhuman pursuit of mangling and maiming. It was here that the beast and man overwrote all human qualities, and one man would try to pummel another's countenance beyond recognition for the sake of monetary reward. The preceding speech was written by William Paley, Jr. He not only made me hire his son, but I had to give him credit yet. I looked around the gym trying to find Punchy McNally. Finally, I asked a man leaning against the ring. Excuse me, mister, but I'm looking for a Punchy McNeil. Ah, that's me. Well, I'm Midge Benny. I'm pleased to know you.  Okay, but you ought to think it over. Fighting is a tough racket. I should know because I used to be a fighter myself. No. Yeah, I had my first fight back in 1932. Gosh. Yeah, I spent 12 years in the ring. 12 years. Yeah, but I finally came two got up and went home. Well, look, Punchy, I want... Now, wait a minute. I didn't finish my story. Oh, there's more? Yeah. What? Yeah. Well, tell me, Punchy, were you always a fighter? Oh, no. I used to be a musician with Guy Lombardo's band. Go on. You were never with Lombardo? Oh, yes. Yes. Yes, I was. Evacuum the handkerchief right out of my vest pocket. Oh, come on, Mitch. Let's start training. Two weeks later, I won my first fight. A full week later, my second. And my third, fourth, and fifth until I had won 28 fights. In two short years, I was matched to fight the champ Slugger Brown. I was in my dressing room with my manager when the door opened. Hello, Midge. How you doing? It was her again. She was wearing a sweatshirt that had Flamingo Hotel written on it. This was overdoing it. I walked over door and said, Hello, baby. What brings you here? Well, I heard you were going to fight the champ, and I wanted to see if you're ready for the main event. Well, sure I'm ready.  Okay, here. Hmm. Still a preliminary boy. Oh, yeah? Now look, baby, how about a date tonight after I knock out the champ? I've got news for you, Midge. You're not knocking out anybody. You're throwing the fight. Are you kidding? If you don't believe me, here's your manager. Ask him. McNally, are you crazy? Would I fight for two years in Tank Towns for this? Would I spend two years getting my brains knocked out just so I could take a dive? Would I work my way up to title bout just to throw the fight? Would I? Would I? Why don't you turn the page and find out? What? Why don't you turn the page and find out? I turned the page, and there it was. William Paley Jr. double crossed me. I wasn't going to do it. I'd work and fought to be champion, and tonight, I was going to fight to win. Good evening, ladies and gentlemen of the radio audience. The men are in the center of the ring of the instructions. They go back to the corners, waiting for the bell. And there it is. Round one, Slogger comes out of these corners and starts mixing furiously. Midge meets him like a wild cat with a right and a left. And now for a few words from our sponsor, the Sagebrush soap company. Look clean, feel clean, beat clean. And remember our slogan, now is the hour to take a shower while the gloom is on the scene. Now back to the fight. Well, that was an exciting round. Slogger's nose is still bleeding and Midge's eye is tightly closed. Now we're waiting for the bell for the second round. There's the bell.  They're still circling each other. We circle each other three times. Then my opponent leaned over to me and said, Hey, bud. Bud. Who, me? Me. Come here a minute. What is it? What round are you going to take the dive in? The fifth. Uh-uh. What? Make it the third. The third, why? My feet are killing me. Now look, Slogger. I'm not throwing this fight. I'm in here to win, so start mixing it.  We, Mon Capitan. Okay, put up your dukes. Ooh. The Champlands are terrific right close and Midge Benny is down. Yes, I was down. The referee is counting over him. What did you find in that tent? It was a tobacco auctioneer. What started two years ago when I was trudging along a dusty Kansas road, hitchhiking with my best friend, Bubbles. You tired Bubbles? Pretty much, Midge. Hey Bubbles, look out. Here comes a car. Hello, boys. You want to lift? Oh, no. We're not going through that again. Come on. Let's give it back in just a moment. But first... Scientific tests prove lucky strike is milder than any other principal brand of cigarettes. Scientific tests prove lucky strike is milder than any other principal brand of cigarettes. 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There's never a rough puff in a Lucky Strike. So round, so firm, so fully packed, so free and easy on the draw. Ladies and gentlemen, next week at the same time, our program will be coming to you from Palm Springs, and our guest will be Bob Hope. So be sure and come in. Mr. Benny? Yes. Here's a telegram for you. Right here, boy. Here's a tip. Geez, thanks. Now I can spend the rest of my life working. Hmm. Who's the wire from, Jack? Let's see. Oh, it's from Bob Hope. Now, isn't this clever? Well, what does he say? Dear Jack, happy to be on your program next week in Palm Springs, but I must warn you, as soon as I get five laughs, I'm going out and play golf. See, everybody counts. Good night, folks. Be sure to hear Dennis Dan today and the life of Dennis Day. Stay tuned until they understand each other's bottles immediately. This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System.


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We bought a few gadgets there and started back towards the main part of the town. It was getting dark and she snuggled up close to me in the carriage. It's been a wonderful day, Scotty. Yeah. I was scared at first. A couple of times I thought I saw him in the crowds there in Chinatown. I guess it was just my imagination. Sure it was. He wouldn't try any rough stuff this far from his home base. He may be a little Caesar around the nightclubs back in Florida but here in Cuba he's just another alien who'd better not get caught packing a rod. He said he'd get me if I ever left him. No matter where I went. Well, he'd send us a radiogram wishing us luck. Yes, that's what worries me. He didn't say which kind of luck. I told you. Hey, what's this, driver? A sloppy Joe, senior. Big attraction of Havana. Oh, of course. Slappy Joe's. Want to go in, darling? Why not? We can only die once. Oh, I paid the coachman and we went into sloppy Joe's. The place was jammed to the sidewalk line and so noisy you couldn't hear yourself think. It was like a football scrimmage when you moved and like sardines in a can when you stood still. Suddenly the crowd divided in front of us like the Red Sea and a little photographer came through using an old-fashioned tripod for a battering ram. He set up his camera and pointed it in our direction. The senior and the lady would like a picture for to show their friends back in the estate. No. Oh, please, Scotty. We've never had a picture taken together. Together? With 40,000 people jammed up against us on all sides? Well, instead maybe you come to my studio. Calle Barrios. Calle Barrios is not far. I'll go on. Shoot it here. Go ahead. Oh, make a pose, please. Move your lungs. Hold it. No. That is all. I have the picture. Well, he's taking this now, darling. Oh, come on, honey. Everybody's looking at it. Don't rush me, Scotty. Give me time. What is it? Why are you so limpy? I knew we would make it. 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A minute ago, I'd been half of a honeymoon couple getting their first picture snapped by a little Cuban photographer in Sloppy Joe's. Now, I was alone with a corpse in an empty saloon, but that didn't go on for long either. There were cops there in half a minute, and finally a detective. This woman is dead. Yeah, I know. You were the man with her? I was the man with her. Your name? Scott, Bill Scott. Mr. Scott, how long have you been in Havana? Four hours. You quarreled with this girl here in this bar? No, no. You were traveling together? Yes, that's right. The name on her tour's card is Mrs. Edward Spanelli. Yeah. Where is Mr. Spanelli? Not where I'd like him to be, which is roasting. You are not being very cooperative, Mr. Scott. Okay, okay, I'll tell you the whole story. She was a singer in a nightclub in Tampa, Florida. Spanelli owned the nightclub. She was a killer. He gave her the choice between getting killed and marrying him. So she married him. And how did you meet her? I worked for Spanelli, too. I drove his car. You are not a chauffeur by profession, are you, Mr. Scott? No, no. I took the job to get her away from him. Is there anything wrong in that? The murder weapon, this knife. What do you know about it? What are you driving at? Is this your knife, Mr. Scott? No, but it's a pretty close match. I bought one just like it this afternoon in a curiosity shop. Wait a minute, I'll show you. I've got it in my pocket, right? Cuidado, I got some oil. Wait a minute. Don't get so excited. All right, it's in that pocket, right there. Fish it out yourself, if you want to. There is no knife here. But there's got to be. It was a knife with a jade handle. Like this one with a monkey carved on it. But the monkey on the one I bought was holding its hands over its ears. There were three of them in the shop. You know, the type, see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. I only know that you bought a knife this afternoon. That you no longer have a knife and that the knife has been used to stop this woman. But it's not the same knife. I tell you, I can prove it. Give me a chance to prove it, will you? All right, Mr. Scott, I will give you a chance. So we went back to the shop where I'd bought the knife. Back to Chinatown, Inspector Acosta. That was the Cuban detective's name. Questioned the old duck who sold it to me. You remember this man buying something in here this afternoon? Yes, gentlemen, buy knife, ornamental knife. Knife with jade handle. Describe the jade handle. Oh, jade handle, have monkey. We know that. Describe the monkey. Oh, pretty sure.  So see no evil. You're crazy. What's the matter with you? What are you trying to do to me? I bought the one holding its ears. You know it. This man's life may depend on what you are saying. But you are absolutely sure. Come by trees. First one is sold to this gentleman. Almost still gone. Can't show you. Can lie in your teeth. Listen, Acosta, so what if he shows you the set with that one missing? He's probably got a hundred sets in the storeroom. Only one set important. Can't show customs invoices. How did this man and this woman act when they came to the shop? Oh, lady, act scared. Very scared. I told you, she was afraid Spinelli was going to have her bumped off. He did it. And this guy has been paid to frame me. Can't you see that? I am sorry, Mr. Escort. But I must place you under arrest for the murder of Mrs. Eve, this Spinelli. As we threaded our way back through Chinatown in the police car, I thought the whole thing over. I came to a decision. The car fitted in the narrow lane like a cork in a bottle. But it should come to a halt in front of the door of a building. And finally it did. Just that. I bolted. They came after me fast. The door I ducked into opened into a pitch-black hallway. I groped around until I found a flight of stairs and I started climbing. And shoot! I ducked back in the shadows. I turned the knob at the nearest door. I tossed my hat over at the foot of the roof ladder to make it look as if I'd lost it by climbing. I backed through the door into a room. In the dark room, I stood very still and listened. I was separating to case the roof along the block. I was safe for a few minutes anyway. I tried to figure out where I was. The room. The dark room. I strained my eyes into the blackness then. Something cold and metallic found the side of my neck. It was the business edge of a knife blade. A light snapped on. Bueno? I, uh, no hablo español. No se mueva. Oh, take it easy, take it easy. Will you, I can't talk your language. Put that knife down, will you? Te quiero ester aquí. Pol... let's sigh. The standsy. Understand? Comprane? Look, out there on the stairs. I don't know how to say it. Polizia. They're after me. Cops. Cops. Why didn't you say so before?  Will you talk English? I ought to have been in enough of your jails to take out naturalization papers. Hey, get over here. I do what I can for you. They're coming back. I better get out of here.  There's 20 of them down in the street now. They sure must want you bad, Chico. They say I killed my girl. They say wrong. They say very wrong. Another man took her away from you? No. I took her away from another man.  You never killed what does not belong to you. Only what does. You tell them that. Oh, here comes Pede. With me. Get into the car there. Cover yourself up. What? Do as I tell you. Take off that shirt. Don't stop for the buttons. Tear it off. Now then, face the wall. Wait a minute. What are you doing? Keep perfectly still. Don't rub against the covers. See? Now. Thank you, sir. Have you seen a tall American man? I have not seen anyone. Who is he? My husband. My husband. His name is Oslo. He is very sick. He flies. He flies? Yes, flies. He goes to quarantine. It's true. He flies. Thank you, sir. Good night. Good night. What was all that about? Shh. What are all these red spots on me? I put them there with lipstick. I told the cops you were my husband to have smallpox. And they believed it? Why not? I showed them the quarantine sign on the door. Manolito. That was my man. He died of smallpox in this room. Oh, do not be alarmed. It has been disinfected. Oh, let's see. Thanks. But why did you go to Pat for me like that anyway? I know. Different reasons. Flowers on a grave, I guess. Flower? What do you mean? It's hard to explain. It's my way of doing something for somebody that's not around anymore, I guess. It's the only way I have. I do not know any other way. You see, I know what it is to lose someone you love too. Just like you. Manolito? He got smallpox in jail.  Hey, what is your name, Huapo? Bill Scott. It's Scott? No, no, no. Scott with an S. It's too hard to say.  Huapo. That means handsome. Well, thanks. What do I call you? Around this neighborhood they call me Medianoche. Medianoche? It means midnight. Okay, that way. Okay, midnight. They call me that because now I always hang around late by myself since he's gone. Well, midnight I don't know what to say to you except thanks. Denada, flowers on a grave? Yeah. Well, I guess I'd better get going. What do you want to throw away all my hard work for? They spot you at the next corner? I can't hang around here for the rest of the night. Was the matter with it here? You know, if I could only get hold of that photographer. Photographer? Yeah, I was a photographer in Sloppy Joe's. He was snapping a picture of us just when it happened.  Yeah, I'm pretty sure of it. Think, Huapo, what do you remember about this photographer? He is just a typical cheap photographer of tourists. Wait a minute, wait a minute. He said something about having a studio somewhere near Sloppy's. Calle Barrios? That said Calle Barrios. Look, do you know this guy? A sailor's go there with the girls to get their pictures taken. His name is Pepe Campos. I've got to get that picture midnight. I'll have to risk it. One momentito. I first get you some other clothes. Here. I think this fits you. What? Manolito was one big sailor. And now listen, I tell you what to get from here over to the Calle Barrios, so maybe the police don't see you. You go down to the mouth of the alley. You turn to the right. Just a few steps from there. It was so dark, I almost had to feel my way along the streets. Suddenly out of nowhere came a voice. There were two of them there. Keeping the alley covered. In fact, the way I had come, someone was coming toward me through the blackness. I waited there paralyzed. Que tal, Marinero? What? Out of your lonesome? Yeah. Yeah.  Well, look, walk close to me like this. Huh? Now, now, lean up closer. Get your face up under mine, honey. That's it. Perfection. That's the stuff. Now look, walk down this way with me. Just pass the corner. You said it, big boy. You said it. What do you want to drink, honey? You said it. That's good. Here's the turn. Goodbye, sister. I was afraid of yelling. I'd attract the cops, so I took off down the street, and then I ducked into the alley to catch my breath. I looked up. I saw a sign on the shop. Campos Retratos e Fotografias. At first, I didn't get it. Then, all of a sudden, I knew I was there. I opened the door and walked in. Senor. Look, you took a picture this evening of me and a lady in Sloppy Joe's. I want that picture. Now, look, there was trouble right afterwards. You know a lot of noise, remember? See, see, I remember. I am just developing the pictures I have taken today. Come with me. This is my dark room. The very latest equipment, Kodak. Yeah, yeah, yeah, but where's that picture? Oh, right here, in the back. It's beginning to come through. Yeah. Yeah, that's us. Oh, someone leans over the lady's shoulder, no? Yeah. Yeah, let's have some more light on the subject, will you? Did you see someone who knows, senor? Yeah. It's someone I know, all right? His name is... Never mind the name, Scotty. I'll introduce myself. Spinelli. Stand over against the wall, Scotty. You too. Well, I'm glad you found this picture, Scotty. I was kind of nervous about having a thing like this floating around. You can understand my feelings. You surprised me, Spinelli.  Don't make me angry, Scotty. I'm in a bad mood.  I apologize. You know, that was a cute trick, hiring a cab driver to steer us into that shop in Chinatown, but what I still can't figure out is how you switched those knives. I didn't. I still have the knife you bought. I first got out of your pocket. Now I'm going to give it back to you. Would you like to see it first? There. It's pretty in it. You've always had a knife, Jades. This is definitely the best of the three. It's pretty to spoil such a pretty knife, but the revolver, that makes too much noise. Yeah, I think I'll use the knife on you, too. I like things symmetrical. Like Romeo and Juliet, ain't it? What's that? Don't move, Scotty. Guapo, Guapo, are you in here? His sweetheart not did an hour and already has another. Midnight, get out of here quick. This man is a killer.  Keep away from me and don't try any funny business.  He talked very mean, but he don't hurt me. Not one little bit. I don't only talk, big sister. I got a job to do here.  My boyfriend? Are you kidding?  He took a powder on me. I come after him only to collect. On the cuff, huh?  On the cuff. Yeah, you are rich, huh? You've got big diamonds.   Watch out.  Huh? How about his big boy? Come on. Stick around, baby. I can use talent like yours. Kiss me, big boy. Later, later. Now, or I yell very loud. Make big trouble.  You don't know the half of it, big boy, huh? Come here.  Hi, Spinelli. I've got the gun now. Scotty, I was only throwing a scare into you. Why, I would have knocked you off by the way. That's what I meant to do, wouldn't I? What's it worth to you to stay alive, Spinelli? Scotty, $100,000. In the bank, right here in the van. Just let me go over that table there. Check to bearer, no strings.  Chicago account thrown in. A quarter of a million, Scotty. I want Eve.   The picture don't show me sticking a knife in it. The knife don't mean anything. Chin and the driver never talk. You're just fixing up a nice murder rap for yourself, Scotty.  Stand over under the lights, Spinelli. I don't want to miss. Scotty, don't do it, Scotty. Scotty. Come to give myself up for the murder of Ed Spinelli. What are you going to do about it, Inspector? About what? What? About what I just told you, the murder. I don't speak English so good. I often miss hearing things that I say, especially when they are said too fast. All right, I can say it slower. I just killed a man named Ed Spinelli. My English stinks today. I don't understand. You don't understand? I said... I don't know what you said. If I should get word from the commissioner, the old man named Scott for murder, that would be different. It would be in my language, unless that should happen and it hasn't pleased me. You might not come in here and mumbling in this English of yours that I don't understand. But, Senora Scott, this girl, this media noche. Midnight? What about her? Do you know where she is? That girl, that woman. She's been raising kin in my jail all night, all day yesterday. What? What she charged with? My foolish over his questioner and then they didn't know any better that they put down some charge other than the book. Senora Scott, we have been stalked with her ever since. She's like a hurricane. I'll agree with you there. Senora Scott, if you have not enough to bail her out, I'll pay another my own pocket, anything to get her out. It's over. Idea where we're headed for? The Sluffy Joes. The feet of an American in Havana walk always in the direction of the Sluffy Joes. No? Yeah. Yeah, I can hear it already. I'd like to ask in for a drink, Midnight? No, Waffle. You go in alone. Oh, won't you just have one with me, please? No. There's someone waiting for you in there. Oh, that's crazy, Midnight. I don't know anybody in Havana except you. Someone is waiting for you in there, Waffle. How do you say flowers on a grave? No? In Sluffy Joes? Love makes any place beautiful. Even in Sluffy Joes. Go on, Waffle. Buy her a drink at the bar and tell her how that picture you took together turned out. You promised you would, remember? How do you tell something to somebody that's dead? In your mind, Waffle, where she will always be. I'll try and tell her, Midnight. I'll tell her about you, too. No, no, she will be jealous. Oh, no, not when I tell her. Oh, you do not know women, Waffle. Well, maybe not. Well... Adios, Waffle. Goodbye, Midnight. And so closes the Black Path of Fear, starring Brian Dunleavy. Tonight's study in Suspense. Suspense is produced and directed by William Spear. Have you discovered the secret of lovers of fine food? 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It's Christmas, which for space nerds means it's a time of year to celebrate the Christmas miracle that was Apollo 8, and that's what we're talking about today on Vintage Space. Apollo 8 launched on December 21st of 1968, and it really was a bit of a Christmas miracle. After losing three astronauts in the Apollo 1 fire, the force to revisit to the command service module put NASA badly behind schedule to reach the moon by the end of the decade. But all things considered, NASA actually recovered from the fire pretty quickly, and a lot of it is due to some very bold decisions at management level. They made the decision to do all uptesting of the Saturn V. Rather than test each stage of the rocket individually and slowly put it together for one launch, NASA management had Warner Von Braun launch the rocket in one go on Apollo 4. It worked, proving that the rocket was ready to take men to the moon. Apollo 8 was a similarly bold move for NASA, and one that took the agency away from its original schedule. NASA's original plan for the Apollo missions had all the systems and spacecraft, both the command service and lunar modules, tested fairly extensively in Earth orbit before going to the moon. This included a high Earth orbit mission, one that would simulate re-entry from lunar distances. But the end of the decade was approaching, and the lunar module was running badly behind schedule. Rather than wait, NASA opted instead to take Apollo 8 to the moon with just the command service module and a dummy lunar module for ballast. Most of the way to the moon, the crew couldn't actually see their target, that's because the spacecraft was just not oriented in the right direction. They got their first very up close view of the moon on December 24th of 1968. At Christmas Eve, they did a live TV transmission from lunar orbit. Each of the astronauts made some observations about the moon. Lunar module pilot Jim Lovell was struck by the awe-inspiring vast loneliness, something that made him realize just what he had back on Earth. Command module pilot Bill Anders saw the sky as a forbidding and foreboding expanse of blackness. Commander Frank Borman saw the moon as a vast, lonely, forbidding expanse of nothing. It was during this TV broadcast as well that the crew very famously read from the book of Genesis on live television to the entire United States and the world. But for all its first, the most amazing was the first time men saw the moon up close and saw the Earth rising over the lunar horizon. There are some really fantastic images from Apollo 8, both of the Earth and the moon, and I've compiled some of my favorites into a gallery on my blog Vintage Space over at Popular Science. The link to that is below. If you are around to see Apollo 8's Christmas Eve broadcast from the moon live, let me know in the comments what it was like, because I was not around but I still love watching the footage. And for Vintage Space type content every day of the week, be sure to follow me on Twitter as AST Vintage Space. And of course, with new episodes going up every Tuesday and Friday, be sure to subscribe right here so you never miss an episode.


Hey what's it you guys welcome back to my channel if you're new here hi hello on media and if you are new make sure you hit the subscribe button Turn it over here you can find a link down there give me a thumbs up if you really do the help Today we're talking about discharge from hospital and adjusting to life So I was discharged from hospital yesterday. I still haven't done perhaps So how do I adjust from being in the hospital to being back? I mean there's no even in this year Well some things I do do are grinding techniques playing on my sweat going all Getting used to being in the community isn't easy It's a process you go from having no rights to even doing I was in hospital for three weeks on section two and since coming home I've been too afraid to actually go outside Because I don't want to ask I can just go make the main main priority a lot worse To adjust to being home you have to remember that you live there There's nothing you can just change the admission The admission happened for now and you're free The fact that you can do anything is scary The way I normally go over it is I push myself to go outside It's very kind of like a pyjama Being in hospital isn't fun, isn't great There are benefits to it and I'm willing to put a video on that At some point But to adjust from being in hospital to just having a breather it's a lot I remember after my year long admission last year It was so hard I had to ask and stop it if I could go out Then reality can just come and go You have to remember that you're free You can go back to doing what you're doing online Whether that's reading or that's playing video games Or that's buying shoes I hate buying shoes because I bought a lot of shoes this month Got some Doc Martens too And they're pink But you have to remember that it's not an easy transition You don't have anything done to be used for doing everything yourself So There's a lot of adjustment things You have to remember That's all I've got for this video Thanks for watching And if you have any suggestions, leave it in the comment below Here's what's in this video And if you aren't in it, hit the subscribe button Turn the notification on Hit the thumbs up button And I will see you in the next video Peace