Academy Award Theater Arise, My Love Date: Jun 01 1946

CAST:
ANNOUNCER
TOM, Tom Martin, American pilot
GUSTO, Augusta Nash, American newspaperwoman
NARRATIVE VOICE (1 line)
OFFICER, Spanish (3 lines)
PRIEST, Spanish
VOICE, Spanish guard (2 lines)
GOVERNOR, Spanish
VOICE I, Spanish driver (2 lines)
VOICE II, Spanish mechanic (1 line)
VOICE II, French hotel clerk (2 lines)
VOICE III, Louis the French waiter (1 line)
FLOWER GIRL, French (1 line)
CONDUCTOR, French
VOICE IV, French, on radio (2 lines)
VOICE V, French (1 line)
CLERK, British (3 lines)
STEWARD, working class British (2 lines)
VOICE VI, British (1 line)
FISHERMAN, Irish (2 lines)
OFFICER II, British

NOTE:
This is an uncut draft of the script, but with transcripts of the
broadcast's opening, middle, and closing announcements appended.

MUSIC: THEME ... IN AND UNDER ANNOUNCER: The House of Squibb, manufacturing chemists of the medical profession since 1858, brings you ACADEMY AWARD -- the pictures, the players, the techniques and skills which have won, or been nominated for, the coveted awards granted each year by the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences to each in his field for outstanding achievement! MUSIC: THEME ... UP AND OUT ANNOUNCER: The House of Squibb, makers of the great family of Squibb medicinal products, brings you Paramount's hit picture "Arise, My Love," which won the 1940 Academy Award for the year's best original story. As our star today we are happy to present Mr. Ray Milland who, as best actor of the year, won the 1945 Academy Award. MUSIC: FOR AN INTRODUCTION ... WHICH SEGUES TO-- (ROLL OF MILITARY DRUM IN COURTYARD) VOICE: Spain - Summer of 1939! The Civil War is over, and the actors take their places in the wings ready to go on stage with the second world war; -- that is, most of them: -- for some soldiers of fortune who came from all over the earth to fight in this dress rehearsal for more bloody times to come --some wait in a military prison to pay the price of the defeated: SOUND: DRUM UP AND DOWN SQUAD OF SOLDIERS ON COBBLES OFFICER: Alto! De frente! SOUND: SOLDIERS OBEY IN SOUND TOM: Father, you're building tens. PRIEST: Oh, yes - building tens. SOUND: FOOTSTEPS OFF TOM: You lucky stiff - you got Big Casino again. PRIEST: I have that, my son. Nevertheless, do not forget that I play with the greatest reluctance. TOM: Yeah - with an extra deck up your cassock! OFFICER: (OFF) Preparen armas! SOUND: CLICK OF RIFLE BOLTS OFF OFFICER: Apunten! Fuego! SOUND: VOLLEY OFF ....THUD OF BODY TOM: That was Oviedo --flew in my squadron. PRIEST: Let us stop this foolish game, my son. You know what will happen at five o'clock. In a few hours you must face your creator. As a volunteer fighting for a cause which - which was not your own - you have shot down seven planes. TOM: Seven nothing, padre! It was twelve and the official communique made it nineteen! PRIEST: My son examine your heart deeply. Are there no final instructions you wish to give? No last messages? TOM: There's my will, and here's a menu I've drawn up for my last meal! PRIEST: Yes. Yes - of course. You see, I wish I were more competent to deal with your situation, my son, but I was brought here from the monastery only because I speak English. This is my first execution... TOM: Don't worry, padre --it's mine, too! SOUND: DOOR OPENS VOICE: Se trata de un indulto. PRIEST: He says there has arisen the question of a pardon. TOM: Who's pardon? PRIEST: Y el resultado? VOICE: Ya ha firmado el indulto. La senora espera a su esposa en el despachodel Commadante de la prison. PRIEST: Bendito sea Dios! TOM: What goes, padre? PRIEST: They have granted you a full pardon! They listened to the entreaties of your wife. She is waiting for you in the office of the governor of the prison. TOM: My wife? PRIEST: Si. Go - go at once, my son --let us us -- please go! SOUND: STEPS...... PRIEST: What a blessed outcome. It is a miracle, my son - a miracle. TOM: You said it, padre ---it's a miracle all right --- strictly between you and me and the confessional - I haven't any wife! MUSIC: (SHORT TRANSITION....) SOUND: A DOOR OPENS GUSTO: Oh, Tom --Tom! It's you! Darling, don't you understand? You're free --you're pardoned. Your wife is here. Haven't you got a kiss for her? TOM: Yeah ---sure... GUSTO: Oh, Tom - leaving me in a New York apartment with back rent and one child and another one on the way! (SOBS) TOM: No! GUSTO: Oh, Tom, I hate you --I hate you! Maybe I shouldn't have come for you at all! GOVERNOR: Senora! He's a young man! When I was his age and engaged, I too ran away for service in Spanish Morocco. Salvador, bring the prisoner's belongings at once. I'm sure senor and senora Martin are in a hurry to leave. GUSTO: (SOBBING) Tom --Tom --you're free - free! TOM: Uh huh --so it seems ---darling! PRIEST: Pardon, Governor - I would prefer not to assist at this scene. I would.... GOVERNOR: Perhaps we had both better go and see whether the papers are drawn up. PRIEST: Yes. (DOOR CLOSES) GUSTO: (SOBS) TOM: All right - let's have it ---who are you? GUSTO: Be careful --if you don't want two of us shot. They might be listening.... TOM: What gives, Gorgeous? GUSTO: I'm Agusta Nash of Associated News --I thought up this gag to make a story --an exclusive beat! TOM: Well! But why pick me? GUSTO: It had to be an American for the home papers - see? TOM: Oh, sure - sure. GUSTO: Hope you don't mind? TOM: Course not --I can get shot any day. SOUND: DOOR BUSINESS GUSTO: (INTO HER ACT) (SOBBING) My darling --darling! Oh, they have been so kind. The Spanish are the most civilized people on earth --they have soul ---soul! GOVERNOR: (COUGHS GENTLY) Ah -I beg your pardon -- but it is time for you to go. Can I call you a car? GUSTO: No, your excellency --I hired one. We're catching the plane for Paris at 2:55... TOM: Paris! I'd much rather be in Paris this afternoon than in your pine box, Governor! I hope Heaven can wait, padre! PRIEST: Your chances of Heaven seem very remote to me, my son. TOM: Good-bye and thanks, padre --you're --you're okay! PRIEST: . . . Adios! GUSTO: Goodby, Excellency, and again I thank you from the bottom of an overflowing heart. GOVERNOR: Ah - it is nothing - nothing! TOM: Come darling --the --uh, car is waiting. GUSTO: Yes ----good-by! SOUND: DOOR SLAMS PRIEST: Hmmmmmmmm. The ways of the Lord are oft mysterious. GOVERNOR: Eh? PRIEST: Nothing --I was thinking aloud. GOVERNOR: He forgot something ---a letter -- and addressed to me. PRIEST: Oh! That was his last will and testament. I think we had best destroy it now. GOVERNOR: No harm in reading it -- eh? (TEARS IT OPEN) What a man will write when he is about to die (READS UNINTELLIGEBLY) PRIEST: I do think we should destroy that letter. GOVERNOR: Yes --yes (MUMBLES ON) ..."Finally I direct that there shall be no melancholy among these, my flying friends, as I die an orphan and a bachelor?...A bachelor! Maldita! She's not his wife! We've been tricked! I've got to stop them before they get to the airport! Well --what are you looking saintly for? Ring the bell - ! Maldita!! MUSIC: (FAST..DOWN TO ALARM BELL RINGING DISTANT AND MOTOR SOUNDS) GUSTO: What kind of a church bell makes a sound like that? TOM: That's no church - that's the alarm bell at the prison. SOUND: CAR BRAKES ON TOM: Hey --driver! What's the idea? VOICE I: Every car must stop when the alarm bell sounds, senor. TOM: Well ---that's that. Let's stretch our legs ---dear. SOUND: CAR DOOR VOICE I: Perhaps some prisoners escape! Si? TOM: No doubt --a bore, eh? (SOCKS HIM) Sleep tight, pal -- come on you --let's go - get back in that car, Babe! GUSTO: Go where? TOM: You saved my life - didn't you?---Well, come on I'm going to save yours --and hold on tight, kid ---here's where Barney Oldfield shows them how to skid those dirt roads! SOUND: CAR ROARS OFF TO SHOUTING AND ONCOMING SIREN MUSIC: (IN FAST AND DOWN TO AIRPORT AND PLANE MOTOR IDLING) GUSTO: Tom ---we're trapped --they're coming across the field! SOUND: SHOUTS AND SHOTS TOM: Here's a plane ---come on, ---it's this or nothing! GUSTO: Look out ---the mechanic spotted you! VOICE II: Que sucede? Que quiere usted? TOM: Shut up! (SOCK) GUSTO: Tom --Tom --help me --I can't get in! TOM: Up you go --baby! SOUND: PLANE DOOR SLAMS SIRENS IN AND SHOTS AND YELLS TOM: Hold on --this has got to be the fastest take off on the books - here we go! Arise my love - my fair one and come away! SOUND: PLANE ROARS AND AWAY TO VOLLEY OF SHOTS...CLIMBS..LEVELS AND CRUISES GUSTO: (TAKING DEEP BREATH) (THEN SOFTLY) "Arise my love - my fair one and come away..." You said that! I distinctly remember you saying it as we took off! TOM: (LAUGHS) Yep --Song of Solomon - Chapter two - verse thirteen. GUSTO: I know --but why? TOM: My "good luck"---some pilots say terrible things --I say nice things. Scared? GUSTO: Yeah--but I got a lulu of a story! TOM: It ought to get better soon. We've got exactly 47 gallons of gas - this crate does two miles to the gallon - that's ninety-four miles and it's a hundred and twenty to the French border! GUSTO: Why didn't you steal a plane with a full tank? TOM: I've got a good notion to get out of this fat little cloud we're in and let those two fighters on our tail get in a few bursts at you. GUSTO: Have we got things on our tail? TOM: Yeah - Spaniards with no souls at all! GUSTO: This will make a much better story if we land in France. TOM: I'm sure it will --if we land back in Spain it will look reasonably like an obituary, baby. SOUND: A BURST OF FIRE CLOSE AT HAND BULLETS SHATTER GLASS IN CABIN GUSTO: Tom! They're shooting at me! Get back in your cloud! TOM: All right --but you better be grateful to me when we do! SOUND: PLANE DIVES AND THEN LEVELS OUT GUSTO: Whew! That was close! But what a story I've got now! TOM: Oh, I don't know... GUSTO: What do you mean? It's got everything! ...Reporter tricks Fascists --rescues doomed pilot ..chased by fighters --- makes French Border with tail wind and prayer and one drop of gasoline left!! TOM: What about love interest? GUSTO: What do you mean - love interest? TOM: Just what I say ---better move over here close! GUSTO: I will not! TOM: Okay! SOUND: PLANE DIVES AND SOON WE HEAR MACHINE GUNS GO GUSTO: Get back in the cloud --- they'll shoot us down! TOM: Promise to put love interest in this epic? GUSTO: No!! SOUND: ANOTHER BURST OF FIRE GUSTO: Yes --Yes --anything you say! (SCARED) SOUND: PLANE ZOOMS UP AND LEVELS OFF TOM: Now -----as I was saying --what this tale needs is a little love interest-----Uh -----darling! MUSIC: (IN FOR TRANSITION........) SOUND: PLANE CIRCLING FOR LANDING...MOTOR COUGHING TOM: Well - you were right about that last drop of gasoline. GUSTO: Where are we? TOM: Coming down into French territory. GUSTO: Oh ---what a ride! TOM: You got your story - didn't you? GUSTO: And you're alive - aren't you? TOM: Okay - Miss Brisbane ---hold on ---(PLANE COMES IN FOR LANDING) (MOTOR DIES) ....Lafayette - we are here! GUSTO: To coin a phrase! TOM: Yeah - I got lots of 'em. What happens now? GUSTO: I'm getting to a telegraph office to file my story. TOM: Wait! GUSTO: What for?---You can't take advantage of me now! TOM: Look --don't be a dope, Gusto! GUSTO: No? Go, roll your hoop, hero! You're only a front-page story in my life ---and if I never see you again ---it will be okay with me! TOM: All right ---wise guy! Just for that I'm not grateful any more - see? GUSTO: Tell it to the drunks in Paris, Birdman! MUSIC: (TRANSITION.....) SOUND: PHONE RINGS TOM: Hello? VOICE II: (FILTER) Monsieur ---a lady is on her way up to see you. A Miss Agusta Nash of Associated News, Monsieur. TOM: No! VOICE II: But, yes! TOM: But, of course! SOUND: REPLACES PHONE TOM: Now Paris is really Paris! SOUND: KNOCKING AT DOOR TOM: Just a moment. (PAUSE) SOUND: DOOR IS OPENED TOM: If it isn't Front-Page Gusto herself! Come in, babe --- Paris sure was lonesome without you. GUSTO: I'm here on assignment. (DOOR CLOSES) I -- I had to come! TOM: Well - that's too bad. GUSTO: I've got to know everything about you --fifty thousand more words as a matter of fact! You're a big success in the home-town papers. TOM: That's what love interest will do - see? GUSTO: If I told the truth about what a cad you are ---you'd be the biggest heel in the United States! TOM: But in Paree ---ah, la la!! GUSTO: I've got a big cameraman standing just outside that door, and one pass out of you and he'll take your picture for a welcome mat! TOM: Relax, Miss Martin -- you're as safe with me as you would be at home in a Ford roadster on Saturday night. GUSTO: Thank you. Now - let's get the thrilling details of your moronic childhood. Born? TOM: Yes - though some people seem to resent it! GUSTO: Where? TOM: Cleveland, Ohio. But tonight I'm in Paris and they have a Guillotine here for people who work at this hour. It's eight o'clock. GUSTO: Uh --ten of! TOM: All right - but on the Champs Elysees, the lights are bursting into bloom. In the restaurants wines are growing cold and women --women are putting perfume behind their ears --Miss Nash have you ever been to Henri's? GUSTO: No ---I always carry a box lunch! TOM: It has red plush----candle light - mirrors - caviar and champagne and there is something in the air. GUSTO: L'amour! TOM: All right - so I'm devoting my first three nights to it. GUSTO: That's a lot of L'amour! TOM: I've reserved a table for nine. GUSTO: I won't go! TOM: Who's inviting you? I'm meeting a lady there! GUSTO: With perfume behind her ears? TOM: As a matter of fact she's a Rumanian. Do you know anything about Rumanians? GUSTO: No --I collect Persians! TOM: Rumanians have no sense of time. This one always keeps me waiting. Now while I am waiting I can be interviewed! GUSTO: You can be stuffed for all I care! TOM: Of course you can go back to Associated News and tell them you couldn't get the additional fifty thousand words... GUSTO: I see what you mean! TOM: Then shall we say Henri's -- at nine? GUSTO: Why, certainly, Mr. Martin ---certainly. You will know me because I'll be wearing a shawl over my head. When you hear the slap of my bare feet on the floor --just tell the waiter I'm the girl with your laundry.... TOM: Good - and when my Rumanian heavy date shows up -- I'll expect you to run along -----Good evening, Miss Nash--- See you at nine! 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In a moment you will hear part two of "Arise, My Love," but first, for making this story available, we want to thank Paramount Pictures whose current release is "To Each His Own," starring Olivia de Havilland. MUSIC: THEME ... THEN IN BG ANNOUNCER: And now the House of Squibb presents part two of ACADEMY AWARD, starring Ray Milland in "Arise, My Love." (MUSIC TO SETTING DOWN TO SOFT WALTZ BACKGROUND FOR CAFE SCENE) GUSTO: Now you said you never met Lindbergh. Where were you when he made his flight? TOM: I was in the Boy Scouts -- Troop C -- Wolf patrol - I had just rubbed two scoutmasters the wrong way and... GUSTO: No -- No. You were in New York -- one of cheering millions! That was when you vowed to fly or die! TOM: How did I do? GUSTO: You turned out to be a louse! TOM: Thanks. Have a drink? GUSTO: Yes -- Cordon Rouge -- '33 with a dash of Creme de Mint. TOM: Why -- certainly. Louis -- you heard the lady. VOICE [III]: Oui! TOM: Flower girl? FLOWER GIRL: Oui, monsieur? TOM: Gusto - I have a problem -- you see, the last time I saw this Rumanian Lady Fair, we had a bit of a row -- She seemed to get the impression I was something of a heel! GUSTO: No! Don't tell me it's all over town! TOM: Yep - I must erase the footprint left by a heel. GUSTO: Why -- you're beginning to sound human. TOM: Yes -- and you see I'm quite crazy about this girl -- She's swell really -- only she has standards! Now these flowers might help -- what should I choose? GUSTO: Oh, you wouldn't want anything routine -- how about these -- jasmin? TOM: Those little things? GUSTO: Smell them! TOM: Wonderful -- Chasseur - put these on my table, please. VOICE III: Oui, monsieur! GUSTO: Now let's get on with our interview. You were in commercial aviation -- Were you ever a test pilot? TOM: No - that was Gable! GUSTO: You'd better sip your wine. TOM: Oh, the wine with creme-de mint -- of course -- MUSIC: (CHANGES INTO "DREAM LOVER") GUSTO: Oh, listen to that ---- my favorite song. TOM: Pretty. GUSTO: My big sister's beau used to sing it. Oh, he had a terrible voice but a lot of feeling. They used to dance out on the porch. There were fireflies in the hydrangea bushes.... TOM: Gusto. GUSTO: Yes -- Tom. TOM: Couldn't we dance? GUSTO: But what about your Rumanian girl friend? TOM: I told you she was always late! GUSTO: All right - but hold me so I can keep an eye on the front door. TOM: Okay, Gusto - you watch the door and I'll watch you! MUSIC: (UP AND DOWN TO HORSE CAB WALKING COBBLED STREET) GUSTO: Tom? TOM: Huh? GUSTO: Paris is wonderful - even in a Rented Fiacre. TOM: You're terrific -- you'd be terrific even in Pittsburgh. GUSTO: Tom? TOM: Huh? GUSTO: What ever happened to that fat Rumanian? TOM: She wasn't fat. GUSTO: How can you tell - she never showed up -- maybe she doesn't even exist? TOM: Maybe! GUSTO: Maybe I walked into a trap? TOM: Gusto -- do you like being trapped? GUSTO: I loved it tonight. TOM: What do you mean - tonight? -- I'm playing for keeps! GUSTO: No - Tom - I'm sorry - I've had a grand time, really and I've had a grand time from the moment I first saw you walk into that prison office -- but I'm getting out of this trap, Tom -- here on the corner! Driver -- stop here! SOUND: HORSE CLOPS TO STOP GUSTO: Look, Tom -- let me get this off my chest -- I'm falling in love, Tom -- I know all the signs about me -- chills, fever weak stomach--the works and I can't afford it, Tom -- I - I've just gotten a break in the newspaper business and I want to go places for a while -- watch history being made and write about it -- I got ink in my blood, Tom! TOM: Nonsense -- no dame with what you got showing has any business to have ink in her blood and as far as careers are concerned I'll give you one that will keep you dizzy -- watching over a goon called Martin! GUSTO: I know, Tom -- When I'm near you I keep looking at the world through a wedding ring, and that isn't good for a headline hunter! Look tonight I go up into my room -- the room they say Josephine slept in - and I beat my brains and write the last chapter on the life of Tom Martin, aeronaut! TOM: Nuts!! GUSTO: Then when I write "the end" to that story, I pack my bags and rush out and catch a train! TOM: A train? What are you talking about? GUSTO: Train to Berlin, Tom -- Berlin where the madmen are drawing a blood bath for the world! Associated News is sending me there as correspondent -- It's the big break! TOM: Break, huh? You talk of getting a break when those swine are getting ready to ruin the world! You talk of seeing the world through a wedding ring -- Don't hand me that! You see the world through an ice cube, babe! GUSTO: Tom! TOM: Go ahead - go up to the room that an empress once slept in -- and try to write that story!...tell those millions at home how you won the heart of the dashing flier -- tell them he offered you love -- devotion -- the real McCoy complete with wedding ring and little flat in Sunnyside, and how you bravely turned him down because you had to write about Hitler and his hoodlums because after all -- marriage is for simple folk - but a newspaper woman has her public -- don't you know? Good-night, Miss Nash - happy headlines! SOUND: CAB DOOR SLAMS GUSTO: Tom -- Oh, Tom -- it isn't so -- it isn't -- isn't -- isn't. (WEEPS) Tom! MUSIC: SOUND: TRAIN WHISTLE.. VOICES CONDUCTOR: En voiture, Mesdames et Messieurs - sil vous plait! En Voiture! SOUND: TRAIN PULLS OUT GAIN MOMENTUM AND BEGINS TO ROLL COMPARTMENT DOOR OPENS GUSTO: Conductor -- would you please help me open this window -- stifling in here. It --- TOM: Sure -- let me help. GUSTO: O----h! TOM: Close in here -- isn't it? These European trains always smell of eau de cologne and hard-boiled eggs! GUSTO: Tom! What are you doing here? Why are you running after me? TOM: I'm not running after you. We're just on the same train -- same compartment....coincidence that's all! GUSTO: Just a coincidence? TOM: That's right! CONDUCTOR: Billets, s'il vous plait? GUSTO: Here. CONDUCTOR: Berlin? TOM: Here you are, conductor. CONDUCTOR: Warsaw? TOM: Thank you. GUSTO: You're going to Warsaw? TOM: Volunterr Tomislas Martinofski reporting for duty with the Polish Air Force. GUSTO: When did you enlist? TOM: Before breakfast. My credentials! The Polish Consulate is working night and day signing up fliers. It looks like any moment now.... GUSTO: And me with my light train reading. TOM: Mein Kampf! GUSTO: You with your commission! TOM: Very simple -- a ball game -- Hitler pitching -- Martin catching! GUSTO: Tom -- did -- did last night have anything to do with your joining up? TOM: Last night? No -- nights seldom have anything to do with my decisions! You see I have principles. When Adolph takes a poke at the Poles, he takes a poke at people like me -- so I want to be where the swinging is going on. Guys like me are going to have to hit back sooner or later and I might as well throw my Sunday punch now! Simple? GUSTO: Yeah -- simple! (PAUSE) TOM: What are you looking at, Gusto? GUSTO: Scenery. A wood -- trees ..... TOM: Yeah -- the Forest of Compiegne! GUSTO: Uh huh. TOM: Look at it -- a kind grandmother dozing in her rocking chair. Old trees doing curtsies in the wind because they still think Louis the Fourteenth will be passing by. GUSTO: Who said that? Doesn't sound like you... TOM: A French boy who was with me in Spain -- He used to talk about this scenery back in Spain. GUSTO: He must have been a nice boy. TOM: He was! He had principles, too -- back when very few people could afford them! You know it would be kind of a nice gesture if we could stop this train and take his memory through that forest...Sit beside a brook -- stroll where the wild strawberries grow! GUSTO: But -- nobody can stop this train? TOM: Only a pull on that emergency cord! GUSTO: You don't savvy much French -- the sign says that anyone who pulls that cord as a joke goes to Devil's Island! TOM: The French are so excitable. Listen, Career Woman -- you're safe as in church. You're worried about your career -- well, nothing can stop you now. It's Berlin at seventy miles an hour! No danger at all! GUSTO: No danger whatever! TOM: So -- there being no danger, you might as well admit you feel toward me the same way I feel toward you. GUSTO: All right -- I admit it -- there is no danger now. TOM: Not at all -- even when I take you in my arms! GUSTO: No danger -- what -- (PAUSE) soever! TOM: Uh, huh! (BLAST OF EMERGENCY STOP CORD WHISTLE) MUSIC: (IN FAST...HOLD) VOICE IV: HITLER INVADES -- POLAND! MUSIC: (UP AND THEN DOWN TO FOREST SCENE) (FOREST SCENE....BIRDS AND COOING NOISES) GUSTO: Tom -- Tom -- darling! TOM: Um-hmmmmmm -- ? GUSTO: It's dawn -- wake up to Paradise! TOM: Hello -- I thought it was the Forest of Compiegne? GUSTO: It was when you pulled that emergency cord on the train -- but this morning it is -- Paradise! TOM: Sure is -- complete with deer...birds and the ghost of Louis Fourteenth! GUSTO: Don't you think we'd better get back to the inn? TOM: Just one more minute, darling. It's so cool. There's dew in your hair. GUSTO: And there's an ant strolling up your cheek. TOM: I wish it were your lips. GUSTO: Uh huh. (PAUSE) TOM: Such a little kiss. GUSTO: Such a little ant. Oh, Tom -- this is too good to last. TOM: No tears -- even if it is our last day. GUSTO: No tears! TOM: But it's early and it will be a long day. GUSTO: Maybe the sun will stop! SOUND: RUSTLING OF UNDERBRUSH GUSTO: Tom -- ! TOM: What is it? GUSTO: The deer -- and little animals of the forest. They've come to our party. TOM: Party nothing -- those things are scared. SOUND: FADE SQUADRON OF BOMBERS SLOWLY GUSTO: Scared of what? -- the King of France? TOM: I don't know -- but they're obeying instinct and instinct is saying -- "Let's git!" GUSTO: They are running... TOM: Listen! SOUND: PLANES IN GUSTO: What is it? TOM: Bombers! It's begun! GUSTO: Let's get back to the inn -- there's a radio! MUSIC: (IN FAST...THEN DOWN TO RADIO) VOICE IV: With six German armies pushing rapidly toward the heart of Poland and with Nazi bombs falling on every important Polish town, the French and English governments await an answer to their ultimatum. General mobilization has been ordered in both countries... SOUND: CLICK OFF....REACTION FROM ROOM GUSTO: Tom! TOM: There is a train for Paris at eight five. VOICE V: You are Americans, I believe -- before you came in, there was a broadcast by your Embassy in Paris asking that all Americans return to America as soon as possible. TOM: Thanks. GUSTO: Tom -- what do we do -- now? TOM: You'd feel pretty foolish to take a powder now that the race is on. GUSTO: I suppose so. TOM: Imagine being back in Cleveland seeing the war on a newsreel -- watching the bombers dive and all you can do is to hiss. And you, Gusto -- reading the war news instead of writing it. GUSTO: That's for idiots -- isn't it. TOM: Yes. GUSTO: We stay. We're not turning back now. We're not running home just because we got sentimental for a day or two. No -- we make great gestures, don't we? We're gallant and reckless. (LAUGHS) We're the new lost generation -- you flying till it happens -- till they smash you to bits -- and I, writing and wri -- I wouldn't care if I never wrote another word! TOM: Gusto! GUSTO: (SOBS) Oh, Tom -- Tom. You laugh at the little newsreels in Cleveland -- To me Cleveland sounds like Heaven-- Heaven! MUSIC: (IN FAST THEN DOWN TO CROWD) CLERK: Sorry -- Isle de France is sold out -- Aquitania sold out -- Washington sold out! GUSTO: But you said...? CLERK: Oh, yes, Madame -- here you are -- two on the "Athenia." GUSTO: Good! CLERK: Boat leaves Liverpool at four o'clock -- plane in an hour. GUSTO: Thank you! TOM: That doesn't leave you much time to report to Paris offices of Associated News. GUSTO: Never mind. I'll send my official resignation from the boat. TOM: You sure we should take this boat -- sounds crummy to me. GUSTO: It's headed home for America -- that's all that matters -- to go home with my husband! TOM: Gusto -- don't tell me you're afraid? GUSTO: Scared to death. Every time I watched you look at a uniform, my heart would go down into my shoes and I would whisper your pet saying -- "Arise My Love -- My fair one and come away!" TOM: (LAUGHS) It works, doesn't it? I'm coming like a lamb! GUSTO: We're not in God's country yet. TOM: The war is a thousand miles away! GUSTO: Those headlines aren't -- nor the radio -- nor the bugles blowing into statesmen's ears! TOM: Come on, baby -- Cleveland will be cooking on the old back burner, and we'll trade my flying hours and your typewriter in for a little apartment and space in the phone book -- We're in business -- and our business is nobody's business -- Peace -- it's wonderful! MUSIC: (TRANSITION...OFF BLAST OF LINER'S WHISTLE) GUSTO: We're on our way, Tom! TOM: Yep -- every wave that washes under this old tub is like a sign that's going to end up Burma Shave and the Statue of Liberty! That's the coast of Ireland there -- where the shoreline looks like Pear Smoke! STEWARD: Here you are, sir -- champagne and mint and four glasses as ordered, sir. TOM: Thank you, steward. Expecting a storm tonight? STEWARD: Oh, no, sir -- just a precautionary measure -- so the lights can't be seen. The Admiralty has ordered a complete blackout -- no cause for alarm, but we're at war, sir! GUSTO: So we've heard! TOM: Well, here's to Agusta Nash -- Career Woman -- Foreign Correspondent -- Queen of Headlines. GUSTO: (CLINK OF GLASSES) Goodbye, Career Woman! TOM: Into the ocean with the glasses. GUSTO: Into the mighty deep! TOM: Toast number two -- To Tom Martin -- Crusader -- Avenger of the Oppressed! (CLINK) Goodbye -- Tom Martin -- crusader. GUSTO: Into the deep, deep, deep -- and no life preservers thrown after them - not even a thought! TOM: Not even a thought!..Dead men tell no tales! (THEY LAUGH) (PAUSE) GUSTO: Tom -- you wouldn't have it any other way -- now? TOM: No, darling -- we're playing for keeps! GUSTO: Tom -- I -- SOUND: TORPEDO HITS...SCREAMS...SHIP'S WHISTLE GOES IN SHORT BLASTS GUSTO: Tom - Tom! TOM: We've been torpedoed! VOICE VI: (SHOUTING) Clear those boats! -- We're near coast of Ireland! MUSIC: (IN FAST) SOUND: SEA UNDER...SHOUTS OFF GUSTO: Tom -- Tom -- (FADE HER SHOUTING) FISHERMAN: Here comes more boats. GUSTO: Are these the last? FISHERMAN: No ma'm -- down the beach they say are more -- towards the village. (PAUSE, SHOUTS AND SEA) GUSTO: Tom! Tom! TOM: Gusto -- Oh, my darling -- my darling. GUSTO: (SOBS) TOM: You looked so little in that lifeboat when it pulled away. GUSTO: What happened to you? TOM: They fished me out of the water. One of three seaplanes. I've been flying with them. GUSTO: Flying? TOM: Yeah -- a New Zealand kid -- RAF -- two dozen times he set that five ton plane down in the sea and picked somebody up -- The last time he was so done in he just fell forward on the stick. GUSTO: So you took over! TOM: I had to, Gusto. OFFICER II: Mr. Martin? TOM: Yeah. OFFICER II: Beg pardon, sir -- the Commander says it's all right, sir. TOM: Thanks -- I'll be with you in a minute. OFFICER II: Yes, sir. TOM: They want me to help find that sub -- they need me. Please don't look at me like that -- don't make me feel as if I'm walking out on you! Only yesterday we thought we could throw two people overboard. GUSTO: God knew better. He threw us right back after them! TOM: Yeah. Gusto -- I've never loved you so much. GUSTO: You're joining them -- the RAF? TOM: Yes -- but look, Gusto... GUSTO: This is the end! TOM: The end? You don't think this is the end? -- That some Kraut down in that sub is going to click his heels and say that Freedom is a sign of weakness and incompetence and that he and his Master race only have to push a button and we all go down like stones to the bottom -- No -- this isn't the end! -- this is a beginning, darling -- a beginning of something you and I have to end before we go back to Cleveland -- before any free person can go back anywhere and stay free! GUSTO: I know, Tom -- I know! There must be a phone in the village and I have a story to tell the world. That will be a beginning! OFFICER II: We're ready, sir. TOM: Thank you. GUSTO: Yes -- darling -- you say it to America -- say, "Arise, My Love -- be strong so you can stand up straight and say to anyone under God's heaven -- all right -- whose way of life will it be -- yours or ours?" GUSTO: Goodbye, darling. TOM: Not goodbye -- just, "I'll be seeing you!" GUSTO: I'll -- be seeing you! OFFICER II: This way, sir. TOM: Okay, RAF -- after you! MUSIC: (TO CURTAIN) (APPLAUSE) ANNOUNCER: Today, thanks to medical science, thousands with heart conditions may now live reasonably normal happy lives. That is why at the House of Squibb no work is more satisfying than the production of digitoxin, used in the treatment of certain heart conditions. To give you some idea of the complex processes necessary in the making of this vitally needed drug, you should know that Squibb technicians must process three tons of dried digitalis leaves to obtain one pound of pure digitoxin crystals. Through the development of quantity production techniques, Squibb has helped to make this important drug available to physicians -- in uniform strength and purity -- for everyone who needs it. With digitoxin as with all other members of the great family of Squibb products, the House of Squibb is following an endless quest for perfection that is the Squibb ideal. One more reason why, in home or hospital, Squibb is a name you can trust. MUSIC: THEME ... IN AND UNDER UNTIL THE END ANNOUNCER: Ray Milland appeared today through the courtesy of Paramount Pictures and is currently being seen in Paramount's new production "The Well-Groomed Bride." "Arise, My Love" was written for radio by Frank Wilson with an original musical score composed and conducted by Leith Stevens. Our producer-director is Dee Englebach. You're invited to listen to Academy Award again next week at the same time when the House of Squibb will bring you another great Academy Award performance, the delightful comedy-drama "Ruggles of Red Gap," with two outstanding stars -- Charles Laughton and Charlie Ruggles. Until then this is Hugh Brundage bidding you good night for the House of Squibb, a name you can trust. 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