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You are listening to WUBC 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?

The ship.

All right, it's all right.

Yes, I'll tell him.

Well, Mr. Mills, did you find him? Herman, are 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?

We'll go places. Listen, squirt.

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

Yes, Miss Ross.

Yes, Mr. White.

Oh, no, he hasn't come in yet.

Hello, tell Mr. Scott that I haven't been able to reach Mr. Scott. I'll have

call him when he gets back.

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

Mr. Reynolds wants me to see Mr. Scott right away about writing a ten -minute

program for girlish figure corset. 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 UBC.

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.

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. Mr. Reynolds wants to see you. Oh, thanks.

I'll talk to Fisco 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. I'll get Mr. Banning, Miss Ross.

I have San Francisco on the line. Okay.

Yeah.

Now, Driscoll, you've got a news commentary that goes on every evening at

'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.

Is that a request for my resignation?

Now, now, my boy.

Don't let's be hasty.

I was merely asking for your understanding and... And increased

that it? Well, the salaries we're able to pay depend on the number of people

listen in on our programs.

Our broadcasting demands a mixed audience.

We've got to remain the voice of the people. 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. Who wrote what opera

was a flop.

Now, Tippy wants... 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.

You might give this tippy person a slight raise in salary. Now, wait a

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

in a dignified manner.

All right, Mr. Reynolds.

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

UBC goes back to its old ideals.

Splendid, Mr. Scott. A very intelligent decision.

Ah, Mr. Batten.

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

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

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 out.

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

proper background for this job.

Excellent, Mr. Scott, excellent.

Perhaps, uh, perhaps we could work a quotation from the good book into the

continuity. Uh, let me see.

Something about, uh, the sins of the mother.

Sins of the who? The mother.

Ah, but your 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 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?

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.

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

she was regarded as a...

A... 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, 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.

Now, that'll be all, Miss Ross, and 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

I'll give you the hottest play you ever heard. That's the way I like to hear you

talk. Now, Miss Ross, 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. Miss Latimer, you and Dr. Leavenworth are going to

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 on the Pembroke case.

You got it?

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,

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.

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 taxi cabs 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

you owe me. And come on, Malcolm, we both have 11 cents.

By the way, Malcolm, how are your father and mother? Oh, they're fine, thanks,

Miss Costas.

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.

Debutant, 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,

Malcolm?

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 was going to marry you, Edith? I suppose so. Is he

He's probably one of Dr.

McGuire's assistants.

Oh, I suppose he wants to get information for those polite remarks

make at weddings.

Hello, doctor.

Sorry to have kept you waiting.

We'd be delighted to have you called.

All right, goodbye.

You'd be up in about an hour.

What did he say his name was, Dad?

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, I'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.

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?

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

of the chime indicates exactly 645.

How's about coming in now? Wait a minute now. Wait a minute. This better be

good.

All right.

What's all the air of mystery, anyway?

What gives out in here, isn't it? Oh, I get it. Come along, darling. Stand

aside, my future in -laws.

Oh, my boy, it's our honey. Thank you. Oh, Dad, you shouldn't have done this.

Nothing. Look, Mel, it really matches our new furniture.

Oh, wave, too.

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

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

I was only trying to get my laundry.

Oh, dear.

Will the future Mrs.

Sims care to dance?

May I, my lord?

How's about it, my lady? Was care to truck a bit with me?

Certainly, my lord. Then swing it, Duchess.

Why, Princess, you dance divinely. You're not so bad yourself, father of

Mrs. Sims, may I call on you some afternoon? Oh, any time between two and

Oh, Malcolm.

I'm not up to those silly steps. Nonsense. Your light is a feather.

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

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

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, Mel? 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.

Bye.

Jim, we've got to stop that broadcast.

Now, don't worry, darling. We'll do something. We'll take a vacation, go

somewhere, stay out of town until it's all over.

It's all over.

Where? How can you hide from the radio? Well, they're broadcasted all over the

country. Now, listen, dear. Wait.

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.

No, you can't intimidate a big broadcasting system. Why, they've got

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.

Dear, I hope you're right.

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's. 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?

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's 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. 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

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 Simsenia. Yes. Being a big steel man, he might.

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.

Good luck.

Goodbye, Doctor. Thank you again.

Jim.

Jim, I feel better already.

I do hope he'll be able to help us. Oh, I'm sure he will.

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

As 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.

Then call Latimer up to me.

Say, Mr. Scott, I... 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

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 in salary if you hadn't.

Now, here's the way 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, so I want you to play up the sympathy

angle strong.

Remember, packet 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 butts 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. There's one of the girls who's making a sob of herself over that

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

Oh, he is, is he?

Hello?

This is Dr.

Leavenworth speaking.

Hello, Dr.

Lillipus. 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 me your father sits in the front window with a shotgun, waiting for taxi

cabs. Oh, what about Gloria Pembroke? I have found the most incredible story.

You won't believe it. Say I believe anything of you.

Huh?

Get this.

A murderer is trying to marry a daughter off to an innocent boy.

Can you tie it? Alma, tell him to hurry over here right away.

Listen, Paskunyak.

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?

It's 10 .35.

What a place. Nobody ever wants to go home.

What do you want to go home for? Why, just a habit, I suppose.

Oh, hello, Tippy. Did you find Leavenworth? He's on his way over here

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

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 ideals.

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

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

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 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 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.

That's a hot one. You talking about righteousness and humanity.

I have met Gloria Pembroke personally.

Oh, so what?

Gloria Pembroke's daughter is being married today.

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!

Just a cold.

But, sir, this girl is as bad as her mother. We are the voice of the people.

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... Shut up.

Will you do me a great favor and go home?

It's a pleasure.

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

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

Mothers, fathers, are your children safe?

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

Martha.

Martha.

Jim, Jim, I can't stand it 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, but, 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 will.

up for you. Where's Dad?

He had to go downtown on business.

Tell me, how did you like the play? I don't know. We missed the first act, and

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

Oh, 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. Oh, so I'm going to have trouble with you, huh? Doubting

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

Listen, I'll call for you the first thing in the morning speech, and we'll

down and get the license. All right.

Good night, Mother.

Good night, Mel.

Oh, Mother, it's Fran.

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?

I know, 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.

What were 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

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.

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 Mel as you and Dad are.

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

Night, Dad. Good night, sweetie.

Better get some sleep yourself.

Edith looks beautiful tonight, Martha.

Where's my pipe?

Tim.

Jim, did you see Mr. Greenwood?

Yes, dear. I saw him in his home.

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 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 them, 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.

Oh, 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 diary of trouble.

You brought me 20 years of supreme happiness, Martha.

Anything 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,

outlawed 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.

Me. 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. Mariam, leave him alone.

I haven't even time for the coffee. I have to go down and pick Edith up and

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 WBC presents Dr. Martin Leavenworth in another ten -minute

the philosophy of mankind.

Turn the radio up higher, will you? 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 Radioland 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.

Good morning, Mr. Sims.

Mr. Sims. Mr. Carstairs.

Good morning.

Mrs. Carstairs.

Would you sit down? No, thank you.

Isn't Junior here?

We expected to find him. Why did 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.

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.

Sam.

Marianne, 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 a marriage with your son.

Well, I do. My son is not going to marry the daughter of a... There is nothing

more to be said.

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

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, UBC.

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

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

Tell him it's Gloria Pembroke 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 Pembroke 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

this idea.

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

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 Pembroke?

Yes?

Is this Mr. Reynolds?

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.

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

It's only for my daughter.

Believe me.

Miss Pembroke, I'm very sorry, but there's nothing I can do for you.

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

you, gentlemen, there has never been anything too parallel.

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 UBC must not be allowed to further persecute her.

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 and operate just 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 UBC, 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.

Just for the day.

We have much time. We'll have to hurry.

Hello, darling.

Well, the state has agreed to let us get married. Oh, that's fine. Cost me two

bucks. Where's mother?

Where's she? Oh, she...

She went out. She needed something at the last moment. You know how these

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

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

I know, 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

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 you no doubt already have heard.

The voice of the people has prepared a dramatization of Glory Pembroke's life,

which will be broadcast over this station and all affiliated stations

tomorrow night.

Tune in at 7 .30 p .m. and hear the amazing story of the woman of sin.

Oh, same, Mr. Scott. You are now about to hear the most inspiring compositions

of the 18th century.

Jupiter Symphony, Opus No.

551. Why, that inspiring... What's the matter, Mr. Scott? You look a little

pale.

I'm all right.

Shut that thing off.

Sure, Mr. Tutton.

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.

What are you doing here?

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

I'm not going to get drunk.

I didn't mean that.

I didn't think you did.

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

Talk to me, will you?

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

Oh, I don't know anything.

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 us. 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 say? Oh, Mr. Sims,

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... 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?

Yes? Mr. Scott's in his office.

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, I've been thinking this thing over, and I've decided that perhaps we'd

better cancel this 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

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

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

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

Now quit stalling, Reynolds.

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

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

discuss it any further. You have my permission to cancel this Pembroke

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 car -stared girl is left destitute. I suggest giving her,

us say, a thousand dollars to authorize the series. That's a very generous

thought. Suppose we make it two thousand.

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 any deal with it. Why not? Why, the

whole country would be outraged.

Even you ought to realize that there's some things that... transcend dollar

-grabbing. I think Leavenworth has a very good idea. Yes, and you'd think it

would be a good idea to broadcast your own mother's funeral. Why, gentlemen,

gentlemen, please.

Mr. 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

to give him a chance to make it. You send Mr. Carstairs in here.

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

The whole thing is a mistake.

Come, Mr. Carstairs.

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

I suppose you know who I am. You're Miss Carstens. 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 Carstens, I want to say how terribly sorry we all are over your

misfortune. But you know, the UBC broadcasting system merely serves as a

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... No, 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... 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 Carter.

Scott, I don't know why you choose a time like this. There's a lot of things

don't know, Mr. Reynolds.

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

I killed him and he killed him. And all the small fry that worked for UBCA

didn't have bettered 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?

On this cost, as 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 condemn people to death. You've died.

Mal.

Mother was so beautiful.

Now her face is all burnt.

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

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.

gentleman will excuse me. I think I 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. In all my life I'll be mad.

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

mother. And I want you to enjoy the picture with me. I want you to wake up

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.

But, Mr. Scott, I want to discuss this. Get out!

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

Hey, 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

friends, UBC prides itself on being a voice of the people.