All language subtitles for Humphrey Bogart - 15 of 85 - 1936 - Two Against the World - One Fatal Hour - Beverly Roberts, Linda Perry - (William C. McGann 1936) - 00.55.38,612 - english

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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