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You are listening to W.U.B.C., New York.

The orchestra gives us next their own individual arrangement

of one of the season's most refreshing novelties.

May we have it, maestro?

♪ ... batta-beet'n, batta dooba beet'n ♪

Its alright, its alright!

♪ Bop dee-dee, de dee-dee, bop'm doo-bin-na ♪ ♪ bop deely-bop a beely doodle-bop, beat'n bap ♪

- Mr. Scott isn't in his office at the moment. - ♪ Skeely bob'n bo-bet ♪

- Will you call again? - ♪... skeedy WHAT'L yoodle, doodle dootle dotlte... ♪

- Yes, I'll tell him. - ♪... dottle, ditty-doodle dee-dee... ♪

Well, Mr. Mills, did you find him?

Herman, to you.

Say, I can't find Mr. Scott anywhere.

Well, it's important.

The boss has been looking for him for an hour.

And you'd better find out where he is or there'll be a new boy in your place.

That's okay with me, sugar.

Where do I get my audition?

♪ Skeetle holy bate'n bop'n deedly-deedly bop'n bow. ♪

We'll go places.

Listen, squirt.

They're waiting for these in the control room. Get them there right away.

Yes, Miss Ross.

Hello.

Yes, Mr. White.

Oh, no.

He hasn't come in yet.

Hello.

Tell San Francisco that I haven't been able to reach Mr. Scott.

I'll have him call him when he gets back.

Mr. Mulligan wants Mr. Scott's okay on that Pepsin and toothpaste program.

Mr. Reynolds wants me to see Mr. Scott right away

about writing a ten-minute program for girlish figure corsets.

Well, put it on ice both of you till Mr. Scott gets back.

Oh, but Mr. Reynolds said at dinner last night it was very important.

Oh, I see.

I beg your pardon.

Forget it, Miss Latimer.

I didn't hire you.

But if I were you, I'd remember that it's Mr. Scott who runs U.B.C..

Mr. Reynolds only owns it.

I don't think you like me.

Well, I wouldn't let that worry me.

There are a lot of people around here I don't like.

♪ Hot deel'in bop'm body doodle dadle ♪ ♪ doo did, doo. Skeedly bot'n bot'n doo ♪

♪ Hey - dom dube day... ♪

Hey, why did Reynolds fire Bertie Hunter and hire that dame?

I thought Bertie was pretty good.

Oh, I don't know.

I suppose he thought she was a bit bow-legged.

Oh.

You see, Herman.

Miss Latimer's the type of girl who can vamp a sponsor into doing almost any program.

Oh, now I get it.

Then it's not because Sherry likes him that way personally.

I don't think he knows there is such a thing as a woman.

Yes?

Well, what about Mr. Scott?

I haven't been able to reach Mr. Scott.

We're waiting on him for an important conference.

Remember me? I'm your boss.

Hello, Mr. Scott.

That's better.

San Francisco returned your call and Mr. Reynolds wants to see you.

Oh, thanks. I'll talk to Frisco now.

Oh, Reynolds.

Yes?

Yes, yes. I just got back.

Please come into my office.

All right.

I'll be right in.

Get that San Francisco call for Mr. Scott.

I'll have it put in Reynolds' office.

You better get your notebook. I think we're in for a tough session.

Have that call transferred to Mr. Reynolds' office.

Yes, Mr. Reynolds.

Ah, there you are, Mr. Scott.

There are several things I've been waiting to take up with you.

Suppose we call Mr. Banning.

An important matter has come up.

Yes?

Oh, get Mr. Banning, Miss Ross.

I have San Francisco on the line.

Okay.

Yeah?

Now, Driscoll, you've got a news commentator who goes on every evening at 10 o'clock.

Fire him! You heard me. I said fire him.

And if he's your nephew, I'll fire you too.

Get yourself a boy with some punch in his voice.

That's all.

That's the thing I like about you, your drive.

You pleased me very much in the early days of our organization.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Reynolds. I'll frame those words.

But I think you have a tendency to be a trifle sarcastic, which isn't good for the company.

Oh, is that a request for my resignation?

Now, now, my boy. Now, don't let's be hasty.

I was merely asking for your, uh, your understanding and, uh... And increased business, is that it?

Well, uh, the salaries we're able to pay depend on

the number of people who listen in on our programs.

Our broadcasting demands a mixed audience.

We've got to remain the voice of the people.

And let our competitors cater to the intellectual members of the radio audience.

Oh, I see. But we can't afford to. Is that it?

The facts must be faced.

We're definitely losing our following.

Yes, I know. Our who-wrote-what opera contest was a flop.

Now, Tippy wants...

Uh, Tippy? Who's Tippy?

Tippy Mantis, our idea and special effects man.

He's got some kind of a crazy idea about a baby contest.

He wants to give a prize to the mother who gives birth to the heaviest baby.

Extremely interesting.

Now, that has a universal appeal.

Uh, you might give this Tippy person a slight raise in salary.

Now, wait a minute. That means another one of those baby contests.

I fear, Mr. Scott, that we've become slightly conventional.

I'm afraid you have a tendency to get on a pedestal above the radio audience.

I could sit on a toadstool and be above ours.

There you are, my boy.

Now, I believe we can raise our audience figures and at the same time treat sex,

uh, in a dignified manner.

All right, Mr. Reynolds.

You can Mark it down that I'm off my vacation.

U.B.C. goes back to its old ideals.

Splendid, Mr. Scott.

A fairly intelligent decision.

Ah, Mr. Banning.

Mr. Scott and I have just decided that our programs have lately been a bit too formal.

Yeah, we can afford to broadcast programs of more popular appeal.

Not that I'm trying to give you any advice, but I don't think we should try to

broadcast all the grand opera ever written.

Well, how about replacing the Sunday morning religious services with a jazz orchestra?

Gentlemen, please.

You underestimate the spiritual appeal.

We must have tone.

Yeah, I like tone, too, but couldn't we jazz it up a bit?

We'll not discuss it, please.

Oh, yes, that reminds me.

I was just discussing an idea for a series of playlets with Mr. Banning.

Now, this series would tell the inside story of the notorious Gloria Pembroke case.

Do you recall it, Mr. Scott?

Why, yes, I think I do.

I was a kid in short pants when it happened.

She shot some rich guy's son, didn't she?

That's right.

It might be a good idea to have Mr. Scott write the series himself.

Yes, and maybe play the studio organ between broadcasts.

This drama will certainly interest a new generation who never heard of the case.

You should get a good writer to work it up.

Didn't this Gloria Pembroke have a child after she was acquitted?

That's where the moral lies.

I think we might even get a minister to write it.

To sort of give it tone.

To give it what, Mr. Reynolds?

To give it tone.

Yes, dignity.

Hello, this is Scott.

Ask Dr. Leavenworth to step into this office immediately, will you?

You're getting a minister?

No, no, he's not a minister.

He broadcasts a program for us.

Oh, he's got the proper background for this job.

Excellent, Mr. Scott, excellent.

Perhaps uh... perhaps we could work a quotation

from the good book into the continuity.

Ah... let me see... ah

Something about the sins of the mother.

Sins of the who?

The mother.

A mature man can look it up.

Yes, I think he'd better look it up.

How do you do, Miss Simmons?

Would you please announce me to Mr. Scott?

He requested my presence.

Dr. Leavenworth's outside.

Okay.

Mr. Scott's at Mr. Reynolds' office.

Thank you, my dear.

Thank you.

How do you do, Miss Burke?

You're looking most divine.

You, uh, sent for me, Mr. Scott?

Oh, yes, Dr. Leavenworth.

Come in.

This is Mr. Reynolds and over there is Mr. Banning.

How do you do?

Now, doctor, I've got a little job for you.

Do you remember the Gloria Pembroke shooting case about 15 years ago?

Oh, yes. Yes. A very dreadful murder.

She shot a fine, upright young man.

Well, the jury didn't seem to agree with you.

It was self-defense, I believe, wasn't it?

Oh, yes, of course.

Uh, just as you say, yes.

But it's the moral of the situation that we're interested in.

She committed a murder.

But notwithstanding the fact that it was justified, she was regarded as a, uh, a, uh...

As what, Dr. Leavenworth?

A woman of sin.

Exactly.

Now, doctor, here's what I want you to do.

I want you to write a play in 15 episodes based on that case.

Now, how long do you think that'll take you?

Well, uh, just long enough to refresh my memory.

And what'll we call it?

That's important.

I have just the title for it.

Sin Don't Pay.

Well, I think we'd better call it Sin Doesn't Pay.

At least our grammar can be in good taste.

Yes.

Now, that'll be all, Miss Rawson. Have Cora Latimer step into my office, will you?

And, doctor, will you come along in here with me now?

Yes.

Oh, Mr. Scott.

Yes?

I like this idea very much.

I expect a lot from it.

Now, don't you worry. I'll give you the hottest play you ever heard.

That's the way I like to hear you talk.

Now, Miss Rawson, put through a $5 raise for Tippy.

He's thought of a new way to annoy the devil out of a million people.

Yes, sir.

Leavenworth, you're going to work with Miss Latimer. She's a new continuity writer.

A present for Mr. Reynolds.

O'Reilly, get the Princeton Rhythm Boys to follow Mother Andrew's cooking class.

It's getting flat.

Yes, sir.

Now, Miss Latimer, you and Dr. Leavenworth are going to work together.

And here's what I want you to do.

I want you to hop over to the nearest newspaper office

and dig back into the files of 15 or 20 years ago.

You can get all the dope you want in the Pembroke case.

You got it?

Uh, quite so, sir.

Quite so.

Did Hampton teach you to write in New Orleans?

Oh, yes, sir, Mr. Scott.

See, I used to be a newspaper woman.

Oh, you did?

Well, we'll soon find out whether you can write or not.

Now, you're going to work with a doctor.

I'm not introducing you because I don't want to be responsible.

Responsible?

What do you mean?

Well, you'll soon find out.

Now, you're going to write a chapter play on this case, and I want you to handle the woman's angle.

You got it?

Oh, yes, sir, Mr. Scott.

Yes, I hope so.

That's all.

Oh, and don't ride in taxicabs with him.

See what dope you can get on this.

What do you think of this Reynolds idea?

I'm not paid for opinions.

I've been your secretary for four years, and there

have been a lot of things around here I haven't liked.

You think it's a pretty rotten business, don't you?

I think that you can always get people interested in the crucifixion of a woman.

Well, Edith, that's 18 cents you owe me.

And come on, Malcolm, cough-up 11 cents.

Oh, by the way, Malcolm, how are your father and mother?

Oh, they're fine, thanks, Miss Carstairs.

Oh, honey, did you tell your mother about the wedding announcements?

Oh, mother, they're wonderful.

You know, I've always wanted to have my name in the papers.

Debutante, wed, steel man, son.

I'm going to break into the society page at the time.

Listen, you kids, I've taken enough of your money.

How would you like to take a walk around the block?

Your mother and I have a little plot that requires your complete absence for about five minutes.

Say, what do you suppose he's trying to frame on us, Malc?

Will you answer, Jim?

Sure.

I wonder who it is.

Hello?

Yes, this is Mr. Carstairs.

Who?

Oh, uh, Dr. Martin Leavenworth.

Well, just a moment, please.

Uh, Dr. Leavenworth asking if he may call.

Is he the clergyman who's going to marry you, Edith?

I suppose so.

Is he, Malc?

He's probably one of Dr. McGuire's assistants.

Oh, I suppose you want to get information for those polite remarks they always make at weddings.

Hello, doctor.

Sorry to have kept you waiting.

We'd be delighted to have you call.

All right, goodbye.

He'll be up in about an hour.

What did he say his name was?

Leavenworth.

Not of the Kansas Leavenworths.

Get out of here.

Sir!

Say, we've got to hurry.

Push that other radio out of the way.

Yes, they'll soon be back.

Hurry up, Jim. Get it out here.

Isn't this a beauty?

Oh, my goodness.

Won't they be surprised?

Here, I'll plug it in.

You know, Jim, I'll bet we could get China on this.

I'll bet I could get tight on this.

Oh.

Listen, you know what they're playing?

No.

Oh, silly.

That's what they played the night of our honeymoon.

Was I lucky when I married you?

Ha, ha.

You've been listening to another broadcast by the voice of the people.

The tone of the chime indicates exactly 6:45.

How's about coming in now?

Wait a minute now. Wait a minute.

Oh, this better be good.

Shh.

All right.

All right.

Well, what's all the air of mystery, anyway?

What gives out in here, any? Oh, I get it. Come along, darling.

Stand aside, my future in-laws.

Ha, ha.

Ha, ha.

Ha, ha.

Oh, mother. Boy, it's a honey. Thank you.

Oh, Dad, you shouldn't have done this.

Oh, nothing.

Look, Mal, it really matches our new furniture.

All wave, too.

Boy, am I going to have fun fishing with this.

If Jim doesn't break it first trying to get China.

I was only trying to get my laundry.

Oh, Dad.

Would the future Mrs. Simms care to dance?

May I, M'Lord?

How's about it, M'Lady?

Would she care to truck a bit with me?

Certainly, M'Lord.

Then swing it, Duchess.

Why, Princess, you dance divinely.

You're not so bad yourself, father of mine.

Mrs. Simms, may I call on you some afternoon?

Oh, any time between 2 and 4.

Malcolm! I'm not up to those silly steps.

Nonsense.

Your light is a feather.

Some night we'll get on a real dance floor and go to town.

Say, it's a beauty, isn't it?

Look at all the glasses, darling.

Mothers and fathers, are your children safe?

You will never know until you have heard Sin Doesn't Pay, a new drama which will be

broadcast by this station every night at 7.30.

Learn for the first time the inside story of the notorious Gloria Pembroke murder case.

A voice of the people broadcast.

You will next hear our studio dance orchestra.

- Jim! - Steady sweetheart.

Listen, you kids.

If you're going to the theater, hadn't you better hurry?

Oh, gee, that's right.

Get my fur, will you, Mal?

Yeah.

Goodbye, darling.

Bye, Dad.

- Bye, sweetie. - Have a good time, children.

Good night. I'll bring her home early.

Oh, that's what he thinks.

- Goodbye - Bye.

Oh Jim, we've got to stop that broadcast.

Now, don't worry, darling. We'll do something.

We'll... We'll, ah, take a vacation, go somewhere, stay out of town until it's all over.

Until it's all over? Where?

How can you hide from the radio while they're broadcasted all over the country?

Now, listen, dear. We... Let's not get excited.

We've faced this thing before.

We'll find a way out.

Jim, what do you think it might do to Edith and to Malcolm if they found out

that I was Gloria Pembroke before I married you?

Isn't there something we can do, Jim?

Well, we might threaten them with a suit. That ought to stop them.

Oh, no. You can't intimidate a big broadcasting system. Why...

Why, they've got millions.

Yes. Yes, that's true.

Maybe they could be appealed to if they found out how much it meant to us.

Martha, I've got an idea.

If this Dr. Leavenworth looks like an understanding man, perhaps he can help us.

Oh, no. Oh, no, Jim. I'm afraid...

Nonsense, darling.

If his church were to go to the owners of the broadcasting company, they couldn't refuse.

Oh, dear, I hope you're right.

I'll get it.

- Mr. Carstairs? - Dr. Leavenworth?

Yes.

I hope I'm not intruding.

Not at all. Not at all. This is Mrs. Carstairs.

How do you do, Mrs. Carstairs?

How do you do, Dr. Leavenworth?

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

My, what a pleasant little nook you have here.

Well, it's just a plain little home, doctor.

Hey, you bankers are so conservative and practical.

You are a banker, aren't you?

I only work in a bank, doctor. The Metropolitan.

Oh, yes, I see.

And you, Mrs. Carstairs, do you find it easy to occupy your time?

Yes, doctor, of course, being a housewife.

Now, now, Mrs. Carstairs.

Judging from what I've heard... What have you heard?

What have you heard?

Your very wonderful mother.

Does your daughter resemble you or her father?

Why... Her mother, doctor.

Oh, that's very nice. This is very nice indeed.

I'm told that she is very sweet and beautiful.

She'll be particularly beautiful tomorrow as a bride, won't she, darling?

Oh, yes. This will be a very quiet wedding, as Dr. McGuire probably told you.

Dr. McGuire? Oh, yes, to be sure.

A very quiet wedding.

Doctor, may I ask you a great favor?

Well, I'm not a practical man, but if there's anything I can do, anything.

Many people come to you or to Dr. McGuire or

someone in your church with their troubles, don't they?

Yes, indeed.

If someone were to ask your advice, you would keep that secret.

My dear Mrs. Carstairs, it is the code, the ethics you understand.

Dr. Leavenworth, I'm in desperate trouble.

Not for myself, but for my daughter.

Her happiness.

Yes, Mrs. Carstairs.

Do you listen to the radio?

Well, I haven't much time for amusement.

But you've heard of the United Broadcasting Company.

Yes, in a way.

They're going to broadcast the life of Gloria Pembroke.

I don't think I understand.

Gloria Pembroke killed a man 20 years ago.

Oh, yes. Now I recall the case.

The poor girl was thoroughly justified, though.

Well, I am Gloria Pembroke.

Really, Mrs. Carstairs? Really?

Oh, my daughter doesn't know it. She never even heard of the murder.

Will you, Dr. Leavenworth, representing St. Michael's,

will you go to the head of the broadcasting company

and ask him not to broadcast this terrible thing?

I shall go immediately.

I...

I shall do everything in my power to prevent this terrible injustice.

Dr. Leavenworth, how will I ever be able to repay you?

Oh, Mrs. Carstairs, it has just occurred to me that

the bridegroom's father might have some influence.

His name, his position, I mean.

Oh, yes, of course.

Malcolm Simms Senior.

Yes.

Being a big steel man, he might.

Yes.

There is no time to lose.

I shall go at once.

Goodbye, Mr. Carstairs.

Goodbye, Doctor.

And, Mrs. Carstairs, you can count on me.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Doctor.

Thank you again.

Jim. Jim, I feel better already. I do hope you'll be able to help us.

Oh, I'm sure he will.

I told you there wasn't anything to worry about, darling.

Has a woman the right to kill.

Listen to Sin Doesn't Pay.

Written by Dr. Martin Leavenworth.

The inside story of the notorious Gloria Pembroke.

Oh, Oh Jim!

Then call Adam Rupp to me.

- Say, Mr. Scott, I'd like to... - Where's Leavenworth?

I don't know, Mr. Scott.

Well, get out and find him. And don't come back till you do.

Yes, but how about that audition?

Now, listen. You'll get an audition you don't like if you don't get out of here and find Leavenworth.

Yes, sir.

Well, what have you been doing besides powdering your nose?

I've been working on the first chapter of Sin Doesn't Pay.

You seen Leavenworth?

Not lately.

Say, Mr. Scott, I've never shirked on a job in my life before, but I can't work with that guy.

Darn near kicked him in the face.

Well, I'd have given you a raise and salary if you hadn't.

Now, here's the way I want you to handle it. I want you to handle the Pembroke case.

She's a sweet little kid, and she works in the chorus, and that Griffith guy is a rotter.

Now, she hasn't any father or mother, though I want you to play up the sympathy angle strong.

Remember, pack it full of human interest. Get me?

I understand, sir.

All right. Now, hop to it.

And remember, make her sweet.

Yes, sir.

Mulligan, choke down that soprano before she busts every tube from here to the coast.

I want to see you in monitor room three right away.

I thought the boss sent you home.

Well, I stopped over at the cocktail lounge to get a little courage.

I'm going to get a load off my chest tonight.

So, you're finally going to tell Sherry you're in love with him?

Don't be silly.

Here's one more girl who isn't making a sap of herself over that guy.

Dr. Leavenworth's on the phone. He wants Mr. Scott.

Oh, he is, is he?

Hello?

Uh, this is Dr. Leavenworth speaking.

Hello, Dr. Lillipuss.

Tell him the boss wants to see him right away.

No.

Oh, no, you can't take me home.

I live way up in the Bronx.

Yes, with my father and mother.

My father's name is Bill...

Buffalo Bill.

Tell him your father sits in the front window with a shotgun, waiting for taxi cabs.

Oh, what about Gloria Pembroke?

I have found a most incredible story.

You won't believe it.

Say, I believe anything of you.

Huh?

Get this.

A murderess is trying to marry her daughter off to an innocent boy.

Can you tie it?

Alma, tell him to hurry over here right away.

Listen, Paskuniak, Mr. Scott wants you over here darn quick.

And as far as I'm concerned, you're a yellow-livered, slimy, no-good...

Oh dear, dear dear. What a woman!

He hung up before I even started.

What time is it?

10:35.

What a place. Nobody ever wants to go home.

What do you want to go home for?

Why, uh... just a habit, I suppose.

Oh, hello, Tippy. Did you find Leavenworth?

He's on his way over here now.

Fine.

Well, what are you doing back here?

Uh-huh. You've been drinking.

So have you.

Well, I handle it better than you do.

Well, I know what I think?

I haven't asked you, have I?

You did before.

I think if we lost our jobs, we'd feel like a couple of disinfected heels.

Well, maybe you're right about that.

Mr. Scott, what are you letting them do to you?

You really want to present fine, intelligent programs.

And you're not doing it because you've let this racket seduce you with a lot of money.

Now, listen, kid, I want to tell you something.

I've been around long enough to know that you can't eat ideal.

You think this sin drama's a pretty filthy mess, don't you?

I think it's contemptible.

That woman's been punished enough. She was perfectly justified in doing what she did.

And you've got to dig up the whole rotten stew,

sneaking around with morals and warnings to young girls.

Can't you see what this might do to a family?

Well, you ought to be ashamed of yourself.

I've worked for Reynolds too long to be ashamed of myself.

There's only one thing I'm interested in, and I don't care how I get it.

All I want out of this business is enough money

so that I don't have to worry about old age pensions and things like that.

Now, you won't have to worry.

Now, listen, kid, I've been taking care of myself for a long, long time.

So I don't need any help from you.

Now, you just run along home and sleep it off.

The next time I want any spiritual advice, I'll take it from this gentleman here.

You, ah, want to see me, Mr. Scott?

Yes, I want to see you.

I want to wring your neck.

Next time I send you out to write continuity, I want you

to write it and not go horsing around in strange places.

Now, if you'll just listen to me a minute, Mr. Scott, I...

I think I've found something very interesting.

Well, what's your alibi this time?

Righteousness has led me to a situation...

which, in the name of humanity, must be corrected.

Ha ha! That's a hot one, you talking about righteousness and humanity.

I have met Gloria Pembroke personally.

Well, so what?

Gloria Pembroke's daughter is being married today.

Well, where does that fit in?

Don't you see, sir, this woman of sin, this murderess

is marrying her daughter to an unsuspecting boy.

This is something that will revolt the entire world.

I was shocked, Mr. Scott, shocked.

Achoo!

Oh... ah... just a cold.

But, sir...

This girl is as bad as her mother.

We are the voice of the people.

It is our responsibility... Who's the man she's marrying?

Malcolm Sims.

His father is a big steel man.

Sims, eh? That's interesting. Sounds like history repeating itself.

Hey, but wait a minute. What about this Sims family?

We're liable to get plastered with a lawsuit.

I might also add, Mr. Scott, we are doing Mr. Sims a great favor.

Oh, we are, eh?

Will you do yourself a great favor and get out of here before you miss that broadcast?

Quite right.

I mustn't disappoint my public.

Yeah, give them your personal benediction, you big fat...

Shut up.

And will you do me a great favor and go home?

It's a pleasure.

How about that murder in the paper.

Martha, aren't you tired? We've been walking a long while.

Jim, I just feel I've got to keep going.

Mothers, fathers, are your children safe?

You will never know until you hear, Sin Doesn't Pay.

A U.B.C. program.

Martha.

Martha.

Jim. Jim, I can't stand this any longer.

We've got to do something.

I'm going downtown right now to see Mr. Greenwood, our branch manager.

Yes, but what can he do?

I'll have him speak to the president of our bank.

Yes, the president. He might be able to do something.

I'm sure he can, dear. Now, don't worry. Take this and go back to the apartment.

I'll get home as soon as I can.

Jim, dear, please don't be long.

I won't.

Extra! Extra! All about the murder!

Extra! Extra! Extra! All about the murder!

Extra! Extra! All about the murder...

- Oh mother darling. - Hello Mrs. Carstairs.

What are you doing up so late?

I... I was waiting for you.

Where's Dad?

He had to go downtown on business.

Tell me, how did you like the play?

Well, I don't know. We missed the first act, and...

the rest of the play, I couldn't take my eyes off Edith.

By the way, Mother, what did the minister want?

Oh... just the usual things.

And if you wanted the word 'obey' in the ceremony.

I do.

I don't.

So, I'm going to have trouble with you?

- Starting something eh? - Oh, no. I'm going home.

Listen I'll call for you the first thing in the morning and we'll run down and get the license.

All right.

Good night, Mother.

Good night, Mal.

Oh, Mother, it's grand.

Honey, honey, I wouldn't turn that on.

It's getting so late.

It might disturb the neighbors.

I'm so excited.

Isn't Mal a darling?

Yes, he's a fine boy.

I wonder what's keeping Jim.

You look a little upset, Mother. Is anything wrong?

Oh, I'm just a little nervous.

Jim is so late.

Did something go wrong at the bank?

Why, no, dear.

No, of course not.

Well, I'm going to sit up with you anyway.

Mother, you're keeping something from me.

Is anything the matter?

Of course there's something the matter.

I'm going to lose you.

Oh. You're not going to lose me.

We're getting an apartment right around the corner.

Mommy, you're crying.

Does my getting married make you so unhappy?

No, honey, of course not.

I'm just so happy for you.

So glad and proud you're marrying a boy like Malcolm.

Hello, Martha.

Hello, Edith.

Hello dad.

Both of you waiting up for me?

I'm sorry I'm so late.

Jim, is everything all right at the bank?

Yes, everything's all right.

What in the world did Mr. Green would want to talk to you about in the dead of night?

Well, we had to straighten out our accounts for the examiners tomorrow.

You see, young lady, I'm getting a whole day off just to celebrate your wedding.

Ahh... Oh, I'm good for you, ain't I?

Mm, ain't you?

Edith, don't you think you'd better get some sleep? There'll be so much to do tomorrow.

Yeah, I suppose so.

I only hope I'll be half as happy with Mal as you and Dad are.

I'm sure you will be, dear. Good night.

Good night, Mommy.

Night, Dad.

Good night, sweet.

Better get some sleep yourself.

Edith looks beautiful tonight, Martha.

Where's my pipe?

Jim. Jim, did you see Mr. Greenwood?

Yes, dear, I saw him in his home.

Well, can the bank do anything?

Please, tell me what happened.

Martha, I'm so tired. I'll tell you tomorrow.

What did you and the kids talk about?

Oh, we talked about the play and, that... that clergyman.

I let them think he was from St. Michael's.

Dear, I know you're trying to spare me, but...

did Mr. Greenwood get in touch with the bank president?

Yes, he got in touch with him, all right.

But you know how conservative they are.

Conservative?

Jim, what did he say?

Well, I told them everything.

They said that, of course, the bank would have to take steps to protect themselves

against any scandal involving its employees.

My dear, he didn't...

There wasn't anything I could do. They asked for my resignation.

But don't you worry, dear. There are other jobs.

Jim, your family was right.

I certainly brought you a beautiful dowry of trouble.

You brought me 20 years of supreme happiness, Martha. Nothing else matters.

You know, darling, I've been trying all night to think of someone who might be able to help us.

Yes, we haven't many friends left, have we?

Where's my address book?

There must be someone I know who has some influence with that unscrupulous...

outlaw broadcasting company.

You know, darling, on my way downtown, I stopped at Father's.

He's been abroad for two years, and I didn't know it.

Lester...

Lee...

May...

I wish I hadn't cut myself off so completely when we were married.

Just a cup of coffee, Williams. I haven't time for anything else.

But, Junior, you must eat something.

Marion, leave him alone.

I haven't even time for the coffee.

I have to go down, pick Edith up, and get the marriage license.

Goodbye.

But, Junior... Leave him alone, Marion.

The boy hasn't eaten a thing.

Well, he's excited. It isn't every day he gets married.

And now, W.U.B.C. presents Dr. Martin Leavenworth

in another ten-minute discourse on the philosophy of mankind.

Turn the radio up higher.

Yes, ma'am.

How can you listen to that stuff, especially at breakfast?

It's a bad way to start the day.

Shh, please. I want to listen.

Many of you in radio-land remember Gloria Pembroke,

who 20 years ago murdered her husband.

That same Gloria Pembroke now lives under the name of Mrs. James Carstairs.

Her daughter, a beautiful girl named Edith.

Well, Martha, it'll soon be over.

You know, Jim, I feel kind of nervous.

Yes, so do I.

Oh, I'll answer it.

Oh, good morning, Mrs. Simms. Mr. Simms.

Mrs. Carstairs.

Good morning.

Mrs. Carstairs.

Good morning. Would you sit down?

No, thank you.

Isn't Junior here? We expected to find him.

Why we expect him back any moment with Edith?

They've gone for the license.

We came as quickly as we could.

I presume you know why we're here, Mrs. Carstairs.

Yes, I think we do.

Mr. Carstairs, we would appreciate it if you'd make matters as easy as possible for us.

Malcolm, why avoid the issue? Why not face the facts?

I should like to spare your feelings, Mrs. Carstairs,

but this marriage must not take place.

Oh dear, they must...

Mrs. Carstairs, in our position, you must see it's the only thing to do.

Have you discussed this with Malcolm?

No, we haven't.

We only heard this morning over the radio...

Well, the proper procedure is for the parents of the girl

to break off the marriage in a circumstance like this.

Surely you understand our position.

Yes, I can understand your position.

But I can't yet understand Malcolm's.

Malcolm will do as we tell him.

He'll understand that marriage with your daughter is out of the question.

Oh, please, Mrs. Simms.

Marion, won't you let me handle this in my own way?

Very well, Malcolm, but let's not waste any more time about it.

Need we speak more plainly?

I still fail to see why my daughter is unequal to her marriage with your son.

Well, I do. My son is not going to marry the daughter of a mur...

There is nothing more to be said.

Darling...

Well, Jim, we've got to tell Edith and Malcolm.

Yes, dear.

Dear, suppose I go to the owner of the broadcasting company

and tell him what this means to us.

He can't realize what he's doing.

No use, darling. They wouldn't listen to you.

They're only interested in Gloria Penbrook. Can't you see?

Yes, I suppose so.

It seems everything I touch falls apart.

And now it's Edith.

Martha, I'm going to St. Michael's.

I'm sure Dr. McGuire will help us.

Then please hurry, dear.

I can't stand being alone today.

I feel as though everything inside of me is breaking up.

Madison, 5-7000.

Good morning, U.B.C..

I want to speak to Mr. Reynolds and Mr. Scott.

Mr. Reynolds and Mr. Scott are both very busy.

Tell him it's Gloria Penbrook speaking.

He'll know.

Oh, well, just a moment. I'll see if I can connect you.

Hello? Who? Oh, just a moment, please.

Miss Penbrook on the phone for you, Mr. Reynolds?

Tell her I'm not in. Find out what she wants.

You know what she wants. She probably wants you to stop this idea.

But, my dear boy, that's the biggest audience builder we've ever had.

It's the first thing we've had here for years that I could sell.

We can't drop it.

Well, now, why don't you tell that to Miss Penbrook?

Uh, yes?

Is this Mr. Reynolds?

Uh, yes. What can I do for you?

Mr. Reynolds, I want you to stop that story.

You don't know what it means.

I'm not asking it for myself. Please believe that.

I, uh, I don't understand.

My daughter is getting married today.

She knows nothing of this.

If you continue and broadcast this story,

it will ruin her life.

Won't you please do something?

My dear lady, you must appreciate that this radio station

is a great impersonal machine dedicated to the public good.

But there's so many other things to broadcast.

Well, Mr. Reynolds, I'm not asking for myself.

It's only for my daughter.

Believe me.

Miss Penbrook, I am very sorry, but there's nothing I can do for you.

Operator!

Operator they cut me off!

And of all the deliberately vicious things for one man to do to another,

I tell you gentlemen, there has never been anything to parallel it.

This man, Reynolds, has not the slightest sense of common decency.

He's using his broadcasting station purely for personal gain.

Denying to Mr. Carstairs and his wife

their inalienable right to live in peace and happiness.

Mrs. Carstairs paid her debt to society long ago

for the murder of the man who had been her husband

when a jury exonerated her.

Reynolds and U.B.C. must not be allowed to further persecute her.

It's... it's positively inhuman.

That, gentlemen, is my own personal appeal to you,

who represent all the big broadcasting companies.

Dr. McGuire, we have been watching Reynolds for some time.

He and his kind constitute a real menace to honest broadcasting.

They are known as bootleg broadcasters inside the law.

We now have sufficient evidence to lay the case before the Federal Communications Commission.

There can be no doubt as to the outcome.

Reynolds' license will be revoked and he will be driven out of the business.

As chairman of this board, I want you to know you have done us an invaluable service.

You have nothing more to fear from U.B.C., Mr. Carstairs.

We'll bring pressure to bear right away.

Thank you.

You'll never know how grateful we are.

And you, Dr. McGuire, you've given us our only ray of hope.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Excuse me, please.

Martha!

Martha!

What?

Martha?

You can wait for us.

I'll let you be extravagant just for the day.

We don't have much time. We'll have to hurry.

Hello, darling.

Hello, sweetie.

Well the state has agreed to let us get married.

Oh, that's fine.

It cost me two bucks.

Where's mother?

Oh she... oh she... she went out, she...

needed something at the last moment.

You know how these women are, Malcolm.

You're going to be a bad influence on Mal.

You wouldn't let him change your mind, would you, darling?

Even if I did, I couldn't get my two bucks back.

Well, it's getting late. Hadn't you kids better hustle along?

Aren't you going to escort us?

Why no darling.

I'll have to wait for mother.

But we'll follow you along presently.

All right.

We'll be waiting in the vestry.

The vestry.

Yes.

Yes.

Well, Malcolm.

I'm going to call you my son.

For the first time.

Oh, that's great, Dad.

Now, young lady.

How about another kiss?

You know, Malcolm won't want you kissing other men after you're married.

Oh, silly.

Darling, what's the matter? You're trembling.

Oh, it's nothing. It's just that weddings make me nervous, that's all.

Well, rush along, will you, dear? And hurry mother up, too.

Come on, honey. We've got to hurry.

Send this airmail. It goes to Rosemont in Memphis.

Police today found James and Martha Carstairs

dead in their West 93rd Street apartment.

The bodies were in the bedroom and the police theory is that it was a suicide pact.

The voice of the people informed you earlier in the day that

Mrs. Carstairs' real name was Gloria Pembroke.

The same Gloria Pembroke who was involved in that sensational murder case of 20 years ago.

Now back to our foreign news.

London.

A new naval pact was being formed as preliminary discussions got underway today.

By the oddest coincidence,

as most of you no doubt already have heard, the voice of

the people has prepared a dramatization of Gloria Pembroke's life, which will be

broadcast over this station and all affiliated stations beginning tomorrow night.

Tune in at 7:30 P.M.

and hear the amazing story of the woman of sin.

Tommy.

Oh, same, Mr. Scott?

Yes, the same.

What's the matter, Mr. Scott? You look a little pale.

I'm all right.

Shut that thing off.

Sure, Mr. Scott.

Anything else you want?

Tommy.

Did you ever kill a man?

You're kidding, ain't you?

Well, then did you ever kill a woman?

Now I know you're joking.

You know, I never heard you talk like this before.

You ain't sick, are you?

Yes, I'm sick.

I've got a pain that'll last a long, long time.

Bring me a Martini, will you, Tommy?

Yes, ma'am.

Well, what are you doing here?

Looking for you. I think you ought to come back to the office.

No, I'm not going to get drunk.

I didn't mean that.

No, I didn't think you did.

You know, you're the only human being I know.

Talk to me, will you?

Well, what shall I talk to you about? My social life?

Oh, I don't know anything.

It seems so funny to be sitting here with you.

Yeah, that's right. We've never met outside the office, have we?

I wonder why.

Mr. Randall seemed pretty upset. I think he wants to talk to you rather badly.

All right, tell him I'll be right up.

Pay for that, will you?

Tell me, are you and Junior planning another ceremony?

I've told you before.

I know how you feel, but there can be no marriage.

You must realize, my dear child, that we have a certain position to maintain.

If you marry him against our will, you'll do him a great wrong.

We're only urging what's best for both of you.

I want to hear that from Malcolm, not from you.

He'll do as we say.

Aren't you acting selfishly toward him?

If he loves me, he'll marry me in spite of anything.

My dear child, will you listen to something I have to suggest?

Oh, Mr. Simms, will you and your wife please leave?

Edith!

What have you two been saying to her?

We've just told Edith that the marriage cannot take place.

We?

Don't you think that's my affair?

Well, it's certainly as much ours as yours.

The sooner you realize that, the better.

I don't like your coming here, and I don't like your interfering.

Edith has been through enough without that.

We've just explained to Edith.

You can't possibly want to marry her after what's happened.

Can't I?

Well, I'll decide on that myself.

Well, decide yourself, and you'll be on your own.

I think we understand each other perfectly.

Do you want to talk to Mr. Reynolds now?

Uh, yes.

Mr. Scott's in his office.

Ah, very well.

Mr. Scott, I think it was your duty to be in your office. Today of all days.

Never mind about that.

What's on your mind?

Oh, wait a minute.

Get Banning and Leavenworth in here.

Well, uh, I've been thinking this thing over,

and I've decided that perhaps we'd better cancel this, uh, Sin-Doesn't-Pay series.

Oh, and I suppose you made that decision all of your own free will, eh?

Precisely.

Besides, I've been thinking I might take a little trip to England, uh, with my wife.

Yeah, a sea voyage would do you a lot of good.

I suppose the fact that the Federal Communications Commission might decide to

investigate your muckraking wouldn't have anything to do with it, would it?

Oh, my boy, you're inclined to be a little bit too graphic.

Ah, quit stalling, Reynolds.

If you think you're going to duck the responsibility by running out now, you're crazy.

In all my experience, a thing like this has never occurred.

Wait till the commission gets the coroner's report on the suicide.

We'll not discuss it any further.

You have my permission to cancel this Pembroke drama.

It's too late.

The horse has been stolen, Reynolds.

Stolen by the undertaker.

Ah, gentlemen.

Mr. Scott and I have decided to cancel Sin Doesn't Pay.

You're insane.

The biggest thing we've ever had in radio, and we've got it right in our hands.

Yes, and you just try and let go of it.

Might I offer a solution to this unfortunate situation?

Why, certainly, Doctor.

What is it?

It's very simple.

This poor little Carstairs girl has left destitute.

I suggest giving her, let us say, $1,000 to authorize the series.

That's a very generous thought.

Suppose we make it $2,000.

Now I'm not an uplifter. And I'm not a crusader.

But that's about the stinkiest proposition I ever heard, and I won't have anything to do with it.

Why not?

Well, the whole country would be outraged.

Even you ought to realize that there are some things that transcend dollar grabbing.

I think Leavenworth has a very good idea.

Yes, and you think it would be a good idea to broadcast your own mother's funeral.

Why, you...

Gentlemen, gentlemen, please. Miss Carstairs is waiting to talk to Mr. Reynolds or Mr. Scott.

I think we ought to see her at some other time.

Now, just a moment. He said he had a proposition to make to her.

Well, I'm going to give him a chance to make it.

You send Miss Carstairs in here.

Mr. Scott, we're making a great mistake.

A mistake?

The whole thing is a mistake.

Come, Miss Carstairs.

I want to see Mr. Reynolds or Mr. Scott.

I'm Mr. Reynolds.

I suppose you know who I am.

You're Miss Carstairs.

May I offer you a chair?

I prefer to stand.

Mr. Scott, I believe that under the circumstances...

You said you had a proposition to make to this girl, didn't you?

Well, go ahead and make it.

A proposition?

For me?

Miss Carstairs, I want to say how terribly sorry we all are... over your great misfortune.

But you know, the U.B.C. broadcasting system... merely serves as a great mirror...

which reflects the world as it passes.

Mr. Reynolds, why did you kill my mother?

Why I?

Oh, I'm sure Dr. Leavenworth will be...

If I might humbly put into words...

So you're Dr. Leavenworth.

I couldn't believe that any man could do the contemptible things you did.

Tell me.

Why did you kill my mother?

My dear young lady, I...

And you, you own this broadcasting system.

Will you answer me?

Why did you kill my mother?

I want an answer from all of you.

I'll tell you, Miss Carstairs.

Scott, I don't know why you choose a time like this.

There's a lot of things you don't know, Mr. Reynolds.

Miss Carstairs, we killed your father and mother... for financial reasons.

I killed them and he killed them.

And all the small fry that worked for U.B.C...

aided and abetted the murderers... to sell time on the air.

That's the answer.

That's the only answer there is.

Answer?

Answer?

Do you realize that yesterday... my mother and father were alive?

We had a future.

All of us.

Then you send this man sneaking around... posing like a minister.

What's he doing here?

Miss Carstairs, will you believe that I...

What? That you're sorry?

Do you think I care what you feel?

You've killed my mother and father.

You've taken away the only happiness we ever had.

And now you say you're sorry.

If there's anything I can do...

You can do everything, can't you?

You're supposed to be an influence on the life of the country.

Well, then, raise my mother and father from the dead.

I want you to be condemned people to death.

You die, die!

Mal...

They killed mother.

These men...

Mother was so beautiful.

Now her face is...

all burnt.

Hush, darling.

Can't do any good to tell them what they've done.

They'll go on with their filthy broadcast.

Sacrificing little people who can't fight back.

They'll go fat and rich that way.

But let me tell you something.

If you ever mention my name or my wife's name again... on any of your radio stations...

I'll kill you.

Come on, darling.

If you gentlemen will excuse me... I think I'd better...

be going.

And don't come back. You're fired!

Fired!?

But, my dear Sherry... Shut up.

What that girl said goes for me, too.

Mr. Scott, you go too far.

Too far, eh?

Now, you listen to me, Reynolds, and it'll be for the last time...

because I'm getting out of this dirty outfit of yours.

Oh, I'm not ducking any of the responsibility for this thing.

You thought up these murders, and I committed them.

Mr. Scott, you're mad.

Mad? Of course I'm mad. And all my life I'll be mad.

Because all my life I'll see that girl standing there... asking me why I killed her mother.

And I want you to enjoy the picture with me.

I want you to wake up in the night... and see your own squashy, putrid little soul.

I want you to know that everybody... that works for you knows...

what a diseased, hypocritical person you are.

We take your money and we do your work...

because we're afraid to starve.

Well, I'm not.

I'm handing in my resignation right now.

- Oh, but Mr. Scott, I want to discuss this... - Get out!

Have Herman get my stuff and send it up to the house.

Say listen, you once said something... about getting disinfected.

Well, we're getting out of here, you and I.

Get your hat and coat on.

You're fired. It's my last official act.

Yes?

It's the Federal Communications Commission.

Scott speaking.

What?

Next Wednesday?

You bet your life I'll be there.

And say listen, put me on as the first witness.

And now... I present Mr. Reynolds

President of the United Broadcasting System.

My friends, U.B.C. prides itself...

- The voice of the people. - on being

the voice of the people.

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