 The story of Dr. Kildare. What's the weather house I enter? There will I go for the benefit of the sick. What's the weather things I see or hear concerning the life of the men? I will keep silence there on. Counting such things to be held as sacred trust. I will exercise my art solely for you. Dr. Kildare, starring Lou Ayers and Lionel Varimont. Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer brought to you those famous motion pictures. Now this exciting heartwarming series is heard on radio. In just a moment, the story of Dr. Kildare. Starring Lou Ayers as Dr. Kildare and Lionel Varimont as Dr. Gillespie. Let me have a look at your throat, Mr. Carlton. Open your mouth as wide as you can. My throat hurts, I told you. I just can't sit still. I feel terrible. All right. All right, you can get up and move around if you want. You've got to do something for me. Dr. Gillespie examined me. I don't see why you have to waste time going over the same thing again. I'm only doing it at Dr. Gillespie's request. I'm just how long ago were you bitten by the dog? Four days ago. It's hurting worse all the time. I can hardly stand on my leg. Well, you'd better get back into bed. Aren't you going to help me? Aren't you going to give me any treatment? You'll be taken care of as soon as I've consulted with Dr. Gillespie. I'll be right back. My mother's in the waiting room. Why can't she come in? She can come in later. Oh, come in. Come in. I've just examined Mr. Carlton. Well, Jimmy, what did you think? I diagnosed it as the onset stage of hydrophobia. Four days after being bitten by the dog? I know the usual period of incubation is from three to eight weeks. Or longer. Or longer, yes, but just the same. All the symptoms are present. Anxiety, depression, discomfort in the area of the wound. But he has no fever, Jimmy. Nevertheless, we'd better prepare for pasture treatment. Well, I guess there's no choice about that in any case. Until we're certain, well, we'd better tell his mother. Parker! Parker isn't here, Dr. Gillespie. She's up to you today. Oh, well, well, Diana. Uh, is Mrs. Carlton out there? Yes, she is. Yeah. Will you show her in, please? Of course. Dr. Gillespie, now, Mr. Carlton. Well, I must say it's about time. Well, Dr. I'm afraid we may have to start pasture treatment on your son, Mrs. Carlton. I knew it. I knew it. I told him I knew something would happen the day that child next door got that mongrel of his. You mean your son wasn't bitten by a stray dog? No. That dog belongs to a boy named Bobby, a spoiled little brat. I knew that animal would bite somebody, and now my poor Edward is here because of that. Do you say the boy lives right next door to you? Yes. Thank you. My son is waiting to see you. He's in room 209. Mr. Verner will show you the way. Oh, my poor boy. My poor Edward. You mean you better call Wayman. He can drive out in the ambulance and pick up that dog. Yes, we'll need him for observation. With Carlton showing symptoms of hydrophobia, we don't have time for observation. You must have an absolute diagnosis. Well, that means the animal will have to be destroyed so we can make a microscopic examination of the brain. Well, the dog has to die before we can discover whether Carlton's suffering from hydrophobia, as you think, or hysteria, as I think. There's a kid and a dog playing in that empty lot. I'm afraid the dog we're looking for isn't going to be as playful or as healthy as that one shows. Yeah, just not. But maybe that kid can tell us where the kid we want to see lives. We'll ask him. Take you up now. Come on, big. Come on. Hello there, young pal. Hello. Hello. What a very smart dog you have there. He ought to be smart. He's one-quarter cow-y. Makes him very smart then. What's the other three-quarters? Nobody knows. Whatever it is, it's good. I'm sure it is. We're looking for another boy around here and owns a dog, too. His name's Bobby. Well, that's my name. Spot's the only dog in the whole block. Uh-oh. Watch out for that animal, too. Mr. Bobby has Spot been acting strangely lately, like he hasn't been feeling well. Why do you want to know? Well, you know Mr. Carlton, who lives next door to you. Oh, why are you? Are you the dog catcher? No, Bobby, I'm a doctor. Mr. Carlton is very sick, and he claims Spot bit him. Sure Spot bit him. Because that big lughead would chase me at the broom when I wanted to get my ball out of his yard. Bobby, don't get excited, please. He sent you to take Spot away from me, didn't he? Okay, don't flip your wig. You can't take him. I got a license for him in a new collar and everything. Oh, Bobby, I'm sorry, Bobby. We have to take him for your protection as well as Mr. Carlton. I'll put a muzzle on him, Mr. I'll keep him in the house all the time. But don't take him away. I've got him, Doc. Watch your hands, Joe. Bobby, I'll come back tomorrow. I'll drive you over to the dog pound, and I'll have another dog, one that's half-Colly, maybe all-Colly. I don't want another dog. I want Spot. Shall I put him in the ambulance, Doc? Yes, Joe, put him in. That's the ferocious beast you brave hunters stalk through the jungles of Manhattan. Well, I didn't stook him, Doc. I just followed him until I could. Too bad he didn't take a chunk out of you. I wasn't worried about that, Doc. I figured if he bit me, you'd take care of me. Wayman, if that dog had bitten you, I'd have to treat him for tomein poisoning. Dr. Gillespie, I admit the dog seems to be all right, but we can't overlook Carlton's symptoms. The dog can't give rabies unless he's got rabies. Why doesn't the dog show some symptoms? It just aren't manifest yet, I guess. Carlton showed the symptoms early, the dog may develop them late, but he's capable of infecting. Dr. Gillespie, the dog has given some indication of being rabid. Where? Where? What? Well, when Wayman and I brought him into the ambulance entrance, I tried to give him some water. We backed away from it as though he were afraid. Ah, now, Jimmy. What reaction would you expect from a dog when the dog's been taken away from the master he loves, the boy who feeds him and takes care of him? That's one possibility. I'm telling you that Edward Carlton's suffering from pseudo-hydrophobia, an imaginary ailment brought on by hysteria. Have you ever seen a case of pseudo-hydrophobia before? No. Confounded? No. No, all I have. But you know it isn't exactly rare. Give the animal some consideration. Well, I want to, Dr. Gillespie, but I won't forget to consider the patient, too. Pasture treatment isn't any fun. Oh, now that's being killed. The dog won't enjoy it. Ah, look at the poor thing. Look in my head. I could give Carlton the worst bite than he did. Eh, well, you're right, Jimmy. The patient comes first. Take the dog to the lab, chlorophone, and call me when you've got the brain ready for examination. Can't you call somebody else to hold him? He keeps looking at me with them big, brown eyes like I was a bookie who wasn't paying off on his bets. Yeah, and I keep thinking of that boy, Bobby. So think later, please. Make with the color reform and get it over with. I feel like I'm helping to murder my grandmother. All right, Joe. Hold his head steady. Oh, Doc, will you hurry? I'm telling you, in a minute I'm going to be boiling, and I'll get that stuff so diluted it won't be able to put her flat asleep. Now what's the matter? Joe, I can't do it. Well, don't look at me. I ain't gonna do it. I'm going to hold him for observation instead. Oh, good boy, Doc. You hear what the Doc said? Boy, how about that? There's a chance Dr. Gillespie is right, but we can't keep the dog here. If Karoo found out about it, he'd make us destroy him. Under the circumstances, it's the prescribed thing to do. You want I should hide him out while he's hot? How good you're in a rooming house. He's got a girlfriend in the Bronx. He's got a big house in a yard with a kennel cage, and she's nuts about dogs. Matter of fact, she's kind of a dog herself. Well, would you tell her to keep the dog caged and stay away from him? Oh, sure. I can go up and feed him myself. All right, you go ahead. But if he starts to act strangely, you let me know right away. Sure thing, Doc. Come on, come on. Ah, Dr. Gillespie, you better be right. For both our sakes. Dr. Gillespie wants you right away. Something wrong? Well, it's Mr. Carlton. He's worse. Oh, I see. He's paralyzed, and he's behaving very strangely. He sounds like he's growling. I'm in here. Oh, Jimmy, Jimmy, over here. Come on, over here. Oh, he looks pretty bad. Yeah, I'm afraid you were right, Jimmy. Oh, but it could still be pseudo-hydrophobia, as you said. Not with these advanced symptoms. The pseudo cases don't go beyond the common symptoms they've heard about. They don't know enough about the disease to simulate the paralysis stage. Okay, we'd better start past there. The moment we finish examining the brain of the dog. You ready? Dr. Gillespie, I... I sent the dog away, alive, with waitin'. You sent? Oh, we gotta get him back, Jimmy. He's a menace to anybody who gets near him. We've got to get him back here and destroy him. Dr. Kildare, in just a moment. We'll get only waitin', observed just a few days. Ah, two dangers, you mean? I mean, I can't help feeling that your first diagnosis is right. I don't know why. Doctor, I gotta see him. Well, Bobby... I tried to stop him, Jimmy, but... It's all right, all right. Well, Dr. Carew saw him and said children weren't allowed. Well, we'll take care of him, Diana. Just tell Carew that I was expecting him. All right, Jim. Bobby owns the dog that bit Carl and Dr. Gillespie. Oh, I see. Doctor, I showed my bike. And tomorrow, a fellow's gonna buy my skates, if he can get the money. But I got six dollars right with me. Here. Oh, but Bobby, money can't... Maybe if you tell Edward that I'll pay his bill for being sick. Maybe he'll tell you to let spot go. Boy, come over here, Bobby. Come on. Bobby, we all have a lesson to learn in this life. And it's a hard lesson. A lesson that teaches us that money won't buy the things we want most. You're being forced to learn it very early with your dog. Edward, some of my blood, a fusion. That helps sick people to get better. Oh, Bobby, that doesn't work in all illnesses, you know. Oh, Bobby, don't think I'm a cruel old man. Will you listen to the truth? Yes, sir. Your dog can cause terrible illness if he goes on living. He can harm other people as he's harmed Edward. Would you want that? No, sir. Spot would not. He already has, Bobby. He can't help it. He's a sick dog. And what he has can't be cured for. Now, would you believe me when I tell you that we're only doing what must be done? Will it hurt him? No, no. No, no, it won't hurt him. Would you go home now, Bobby? I'll come to see you tonight. All right, Doctor. Bobby, remember, boy, the things we lose in this world aren't lost forever. What we love comes back to us. I know, Doctor. That's what my father told me when my mom went away. Well, Jimmy, what are you looking so glum about? Same reason you are. Doctor Gillespie, you aren't fooling me. I've known you too long. I'm just catching a little cold. My diagnosis is you're suffering from a small boy under the skin. Doctor Gillespie, give me one day. Just one day. Jimmy, we can't. We can't. We've taken the same oath. And sentiment can't interfere with it or medicine and go back to the dark age. All right, then give me an hour. One hour. What can you do in an hour? Talk to any doctor who might have treated Carlton in the past, get his medical history, prove to you that you were right in the first place and that I was wrong. If only he weren't going into the paralysis stage, Jimmy. I might try it. But a layman wouldn't know enough about hydrophobia to simulate advanced symptoms. He'd mind if he'd been told about it since he was admitted. Ah, nobody on our staff would alarm him by giving him such information. I'm not thinking about anybody on our staff. I mean his mother. Jimmy, she just might be the type to pry into a medical book and try and out-guess the doctor. One hour, Doctor Gillespie. All right, Jimmy. Thanks. You get the information if there is any. I'll send for Mrs. Carlton. But be back in an hour or I won't be able to wait. Give me the scalpel. Doctor Gillespie, can't you? Doctor Gillespie. Jimmy, where have you been? I expected you 20 minutes ago. Oh, Doctor Gillespie, the dog. Have you... No, he's only chlorophyll. Oh, good. But I was just going to start. Karoo has been screaming for the test and Mrs. Carlton's backed him up. We won't have to make it now. Oh, Jimmy. You mean you got some information? Yes. Edward Carlton has a history of asthma since he was five years old. That isn't necessarily psychosomatic, Jimmy. Well, I think it is, in this case, and so does the doctor who brought him into the world. A chronic asthmatic is usually born with some evidence of an eczema rash. If the asthma is a regulatory. Carlton's asthma is primarily caused by an allergy to dogs, though. Well, that does make a difference. And it didn't start until he was five years old. That's right. And I think I know why. So do I. Come on, let's have a talk with Mrs. Carlton. Want a dog? Well, of course he wanted a dog when he was a child. He didn't know any better. You ever let him have a dog? Of course not. I wouldn't have one in the house. Didn't you have a dog when you were a child, Mrs. Carlton? No, I did not. My family wouldn't have permitted it. Or didn't you ever want a dog when you were a child, I mean? Well, I may have wanted one, but I never got one. How old was your son when he started a woman? How should I remember that? Four, five? Wasn't his desire for a dog strongest just before he started to get asthmatic attacks? I don't know. And didn't you fill him with a lot of poppycock about dogs being dangerous and unclean? Well, they are. Why are they? Because you had to turn your mind and heart against something you couldn't have? That isn't why Edward is ill. He's ill because a vicious beast bit him. Vicious? And Mrs. Carlton, I want an honest answer to one more question. Now, what did you do between the time your son was admitted this morning and the time you came back to visit him this afternoon? Why, why, I, uh... You marched straight over to the library and read everything you could find on hydrophobia, didn't you? Hmm. And then you came back and told him what he was facing. Well, I, I thought he should know how sick that dog had made him. How sick you'd made him. When you told him he'd come to a paralysis stage, he displayed that symptom immediately. I think we'd better go see Edward right away, Dr. Gillespie. Yeah. And then, don't you move out of here till we get back. Mrs. Carlton, I got a few more things to say to you. I feel sort of, uh... Uh, you've been under sedatives for a few hours to quiet your nerves. Have you, have you started the treatments yet? Treatments are all over. How long have I been now? Only a few hours. But it takes from 15 to 21 days for past your treatment. My mother told me. Your mother told you too much. You haven't got hydrophobia. I was bitten. You saw the bite. It's right here. Well, for a fellow who was paralyzed a few hours ago, you can sit up pretty quickly and throw those covers back, can't you? Carlton, you need treatment for neurosis, not hydrophobia. Get up out of that bed and get your clothes on. But where am I going? Home, so we can have that bed for somebody who's really sick. You mean you're not going to do anything to help me? Oh, we'll help you all right, sure. I want to see you for an hour a day, every day, for the next month. It'll take you that long to realize what a sap you've been. I'll take an easy spot. You'll be home soon. Yeah, and I'll bet you're in for the best dinner any dog ever had. He won't even think of dinner until he's tried to lick every freckle off of Bobby's face. And that was a mess of freckles if I ever saw one. Oh, look, Jimmy, there's the boy now. Yeah, sitting on the steps of his house with his head in his hand. I bet he hasn't eaten much today, either. He doesn't even look up? He will. I'm just going to open the door and let's spot out. Jimmy, there aren't many living things that glad to see each other. I can't tell which one of them is wagon most, boy or dog. Look, he finally saw us. He's coming over. Well, everything all right now, Bobby? Oh, gee, Doctor, he won us. Can I stay? Well, he can stay if you want him. Oh, I want him all right. Honest I do. Honest. Do you believe in Jimmy? Oh, I think he might be telling the truth. Well, I guess you can keep him, Bobby. But we're sending you something you're going to need. It's a new bike, Bobby, to replace the one you sold. A new bike? Yeah. Gee. Well, goodbye, Bobby. Goodbye. You didn't seem too happy about the new bike. Oh, he will be later, Jimmy, not now. All he cares about now is that his dog's home again. In just a moment, we will return to the story of Dr. Kildare. Once we came to ruining that boy's life, it gives me goosebumps. It was close. And wouldn't be easy for a young fellow to get over. Well, Mrs. Carlton and Edward won't give him any more trouble. Well, I know just Mrs. Carlton when they left here. Come in. The ticket you sent me for. Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, thank you. Thank you. Just put them down there on the desk, Diana. Two for the dog show and two for the new play at the Mohawk. Tomorrow night. Well, my dear doctor, does this mark the opening of your private social season? Oh, I thought I'd relax a little, Jimmy. Good, good. But I just remembered I can't go to the Mohawk Theater tomorrow night. Oh, that's too bad, Dr. Gillespie. Shall I take the tickets back and get a refund? Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I hate people who buy things and keep on returning them. Here, Jimmy, you take them. You're free tomorrow night. But I'm sure one of the nurses will be happy to go with you. But perhaps Nurse Burner... Oh, I've... I'd better get back to my patient. Oh, sure, yes, yes. Dr. G. Well, confounder Jimmy, you don't want the tickets to go to waste, do you? Dr. G., there are times when you're as subtle as an outbreak of buponic plague. Nice girl. All right. You win. And thanks. Well, what about those other tickets for the dog show? They're for Edward Carlton and his mother. Who knows? They may buy a dog. It'll help make them better human beings. Certainly would. But I know something they won't find in that show. They'll never find a smart dog that's one quarter collie. No, Jimmy, I'm afraid they won't. The story of Dr. Kildare starring Lou Ayers and Lionel Barrymore. This program was written by Joel Murcott and directed by Joe Bigelow. Original music was composed and conducted by Walter Schumann. Supporting cast included Georgia Ellis, Ed Max, Isabelle Randolph, Jeffrey Silver, Perth Pullin, and Vic Perrin. Vic Joy speaking.