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It's funny how it happened. Take a good look at me. Am I the type you'd say could harm and fly? Ask around my neighborhood to ask any of my old customers. Sam, they tell you... Sam Brown, why he wouldn't say boo? Sam Brown a murderer? Besides, there must be some mistake somewhere. Sam's dead, my whole year now. So that's what I want to explain how it all happened. It all began that Sunday morning at home with my wife, Katie. Poor Katie. And April Fool. Today is April Fool, isn't it, Sam? Yeah, I guess it is, Katie. Why? Why? Because we'll have to expect a lot of silly tricks today. That's why, from your so-called friends. Yeah, that's right. I guess we'll have to be on our guard, huh? You're talking after the way you fell for that April Fool's joke last year. Yeah, something led down all right. When I learned it was all a practical joke and I hadn't won 50,000 in the Irish Sweepstay. You sure took it a heart, too. Why not? Will I ever in my life even see money like that? Katie, please. Will you ever make it from your miserable milk route, will ya? Oh, I'm sorry, I even mentioned it. You were gonna give me so much. You were gonna get places. Throw a million at my feet. A million watt, empty milk bottles. Well, so I didn't get the brakes. Now what do you want me to do, Katie? Rob a bank, murder someone? Please let me alone, will ya? I wanna hear... Turn that off and listen to me. Murder somebody, he says. Being poor is murdering me. I'm fed up. I tell you, look up to here. Oh, Katie, please. No, Katie, me. What's the matter, so early in the morning? Hello? Mrs. Catherine Brown? Yes. You're the wife of Samuel E. Brown of 22 Maple Street? Yes. I'm sorry to have to inform you that your husband has been killed, Mrs. Brown. What's that? His body was found just a few hours ago in a ditch on the Clinton Turnpike. Killed by a hit-and-run driver, Mrs. Brown. Ha, ha, ha, what is this? Somebody's idea of an April Fool gag. Now cut it out. I'm really sorry, Mrs. Brown, but this is not an April Fool gag. I wish it was for your sake. Please call at the county morgue, will ya? What? Well, you'll have to identify the remains. It's almost beyond recognition. But there's a wallet, Mrs. Brown. That's all we show on. Listen, you. You think a joke like this is funny? You ought to have your head examined. Who is this? Police Sergeant Ryan, ma'am. Third Precinct. Go on, you crazy dope. Mrs. Brown, please be at the morgue as soon as you can. That is, if you want to claim your husband's body. Hey, what was it? Some gag? Of course it was a gag. Well, you're right here. It's probably that Joe Brody again with his April Fool jokes. He'll get a piece of my mind, believe you me. Must you listen to that radio? Okay, my one day off a week. Let me live, please. The body of a man tentatively identified as Samuel E. Brown, a local milk driver employed by Dessal Berry's company. What? What did you say? Shut up! Shut up! The body was found in the ditch on the Clinton Turnpike, mutilated almost beyond recognition. A wallet is the sole clue as to his identity. And that winds up the 930 edition of the... Well, what do you know about... did you hear that, Katie? Yeah, I did. Well, that was me, wasn't it? Me that we're talking about. That's a hot one, isn't it? Huh? Sam, that phone call just now... Yeah? I thought it was an April Fool joke. Must have been the police. Wonder how in the world... Huh? Now what? Let me... Hello? Katie? This is Harry, Katie. Gird and me, we just heard. We were listening to the radio, and you... You all right, Katie? You know about it? Sure I know about it, but... Oh, we feel awful about it, Katie. We're coming right over. We'll take care of everything. Harry, listen, it's all... Gird will go downtown with you when you're ready. I'll take care of all the paperwork. Now, excuse me for mentioning it at a time like this. I don't have to go any... What paperwork? The insurance policy I sold Sam, remember? I told you both how someday it might be... Little did I dream. I'm so glad I talked you both into it. 10,000 with double indemnity for accidental death? That's 20,000, you know. A final thought for your welfare from Sam. Harry, I can't... I know, I know. I know you don't want to talk about it now. Listen, Katie, we'll be right over. 10, 15 minutes. Harry! What was that all about? What do you want? Katie, I'm talking to you. Wait, Sam... I'm trying to think. Oh, it's impossible. You're right here. Yes, Sam, what do they mean? They identified you by your wallet. You have it, don't you? My wallet? Your wallet! Naturally, right here in my pocket, where I all... Not the devil. I'm wearing the same pants. It's not here. Wait a minute. I remember something now. Well, that maybe clears up this whole mystery. Yes, Sam. Last night after the poker game, coming home on the bus, there was some character jostling against me. We almost had a fight on the bus. Sure, now I think of it. He must have picked my pocket. Like Katie, it's him they must have found on the turn bike. Sure. Say, let me at that phone. I'll call the police and straighten out this phone. No, wait! Wait, Sam. What for? Sam, maybe we ought to consider this thing a little... Consider what? Your $10,000 life insurance policy, Sam, with that double indemnity clause. What are you talking about? One big chance that we've been waiting for. What are you driving at? Did anybody see you coming home last night? No, I don't think so. Why? Can't you understand? There's a body lying in the morgue. The only thing they got to go by was that wallet. Say you never came home last night, Sam. Or ever again. Say I went right now and identified that wallet. The insurance company would pay me $20,000, wouldn't they? Yes, I... Don't guess they would. You out of your mind. You could disappear right now. Go to Chicago, say, without being seen. I could write you gender delivery. After a while, after I collect, I could join you there. No one will be the wiser. We can begin life all over. Rich. This could be it, Sam. No, no, no. Money got in this way. It never do us any good, Katie. By that amount of money, I'll take my chance. And so will you. You'll do it, Sam. Oh, yes, you will. Because if you let me down this time, it's the end. Katie, I... $20,000. $20,000. For suspense. Autolight is bringing you Edward G. Robinson in Radio's Outstanding Theatre of Thrills, Suspense. Hey, Hap, will you help me out here? Sure. All right. Pretend you're on a quiz program and I asked you this question. What is it that needs water only three times a year? Let's see. Is it a kangaroo? No. It's not a camel nor a cactus. Can you give me a hint? All right. It goes in your car. The initials are ALSFB. Oh, I've heard that somewhere before. It's dandy. It's dynamic. It delivers power, pep performance. It's an autolight-stay-full battery that needs water only three times a year in normal car use. Don't tell me. Let me think. I can't give you any more hints. Except to say it's an autolight-stay-full battery with that extra liquid reserve. That's it. It's an autolight-stay-full battery. Right. With autolight. The gentleman wins a hand-embroidered autolight-stay-full battery carrying case and the right to drive into the nearest autolight service station and buy an autolight-stay-full battery. Remember, be battery right. Switch to autolight. And now, autolight brings back to a Hollywood soundstage Edward G. Robinson as Sam in You Can't Die Twice. A tale well-calculated to keep you in suspense. Katie always couldn't make me jump through a hoop. Besides, I might as well admit I'm human. Show me the human can spit at that kind of money. Anyway, I snuck out of town that very day. Got to Chicago. Got me a crummy room under the name of Lionel Hendrix. Weeks went by and nothing happened. No news at all from Katie. Heck, I got really frightened. Something gone wrong. I wrote her. Got an answer. General delivery. I'm advised that the delay on the transaction is because of its unusual nature. No more letters, please. Thank you for your interest sincerely. More weeks passed. Another month, two, three, without a word from her. Now the police found out. They were on my trail. And then I began to get suspicious of Katie. What was she up to? I had a phone. Hello? This is me. Are you out of your mind? Well, I had to talk to you. Why haven't you written? What are you up to? Haven't you got it yet? Not yet. For when? Oh, cut out that Clara stuff. I'll be there. Katie, it's awful lonesome for me. Do you love me, Katie? No. Well, I get to wondering at six months now. This is crazy. I'm a wreck. I'm scared. I can't stand this life. I've never been away from home. I'm a family man, Katie. Who's that? What? That voice. You're imagining me. I heard a man's voice. He's right there in the room with you. Now don't deny it. I see. So you're two-timing me, huh? Well, that explains everything. I'll fix you. I'm coming home right now. If you do, you'll go to jail for a bout. There you see. What could I do? Anyway, that's when I started the drink. What else was there? There I was all mixed up and alone. I used to get good and drunk and wish someone would at least say... Hello. I said hello. You all alone? What's that? You really tied one on, haven't you? Stranger in town? Oh, stranger everywhere. How do you know? You're lonely, huh? Well, don't cry about it. I'm not crying. You want company? Sure. You're kind of cute. Luther. Yeah, Cleo? Rye high on the gentleman here. Coming up. Your name is Cleo, huh? Yeah, I know. Cleo Carter, what's your name? Sam. Sam? Oh, Sam. Sam what? Oh, I mean Lionel. My name is Lionel Hendricks. That's my name. Lionel Hendricks. What happened to Sam? Oh, he's dead. Yeah, and dead. Poor, lonesome ghost. Nobody cared. Are you married? Where you from, Lionel? You're not on the lamb or something, are you? Cops shy? Look, nobody cared. Not even Mrs. Widow. Sam's widow. My name is Katie. Catherine, you know. Katie don't even care. Too timing him. Well, never mind. Change of subject. What do you do, Cleo? Ah, this and that. What do you do, Lionel? Well, that and this. Where you from, Cleo? Here and there. And you? Oh, there and here. We make a great team, don't we, Sam? Sure do. Hi, Cleo. Hi, hi. Thanks, Luthor. How I'm part of trip up denial, Cleo? Character. Luthor's a comic, Sam. No, no, no. My name isn't Sam. Now Lionel is my name. Lionel Hendricks. Excuse me, Lionel Luthor, not Sam. I remember. Hi, yeah, Cleo. Hey, when did you get back? I gotta pay a visit. Nice to have met you. Oh, no, no, no. Where you going? I'll give you a pair. Oh, no, no. Don't leave me alone, will you? You like my company? Oh, very much. Oh, very, very, very much. Much as that. Yeah, I said we do. Well, it's this way with me, Lionel. I'll be very frank. First of all, you're a married man. No, no, no. Not me. No, not Sam's married. Not Lionel. Not Sam Brown. Well, good fellow. All of a sudden, dead. Killed dead. You know, always left with me? No. A wallet. There's a few cents to it. Now he has $20,000. Success story. $20,000. Mm-hmm. He was worth more dead in a lot. Lionel, let go of my hand. Look, I'm gonna see a friend over there. Yeah, but why? Percentage, Lionel. He always shows me a good time. Spends money like it was water. He's rich, so... Oh, he's rich. Well, I'm richer. Don't leave me alone, clearly. I got $20,000, I tell you. Not you, Sam. Well, what's his is mine. I can lay my hands on it any time I want. You wouldn't kid me. Would you understand? Why? Oh, I don't say a word. Not a word. Oh, I think I'm gonna be sick. I think you better come rest at my apartment, Lionel. I really do. We can talk there. I like your talk. Get jingles. You awake, Angel? Huh? What? Little Cleo's, don't you remember? Just running the vacuum. All those butts you tumbled on the floor. Cleo? Cleo Carter. Took pity on you. Let you sleep all the hangover on the couch here. Cleo. Are you forgotten? I remember. Guess what you need's a little drink, huh? Yeah. Well, it's all right. Oh. Oh. You know why I'm laughing? I'm surprised at myself. Why? Because I like you. I don't know when I ever felt this way before so fast. Mm-hmm. You said you felt the same way about me. Do you mean it? I was at that bottle talking. And I must have meant it, Cleo. All right, then. How does it feel to be dead, Sam Brown? What? How do you suppose Katie's taking it? No, no. I didn't tell you. Well, it's all right. It's all right. You told me everything, but it's safe with me. To me, Sam Brown is dead. Oh. Could I please have that drink? Oh, sure. Okay. The insurance money really comes to $20,000, doesn't it? Or will you exaggerate? No, I mean, yes. It's $20,000. Why are they taking so long to pay off? Oh, I don't know. I don't know. 10 months is a very long time. Maybe they've already paid and Katie's holding out on you. Oh, no, no, no. Katie wouldn't do a thing like that. Why not? Look what she's already done for the money. Well, not Katie. She wouldn't. She may have had another man. She likes more than you. But Katie isn't like that. Look. You. Did you mean what you told me about you and Mia, didn't you? Will you repeat it, sober? Right now? What? Repeat what? That you never felt about her in all your married life or what you feel about me. That you're going to leave her for me after you get the money? Say it again, Sam. I'll walk right out of my life. Oh, clear. I mean it. Well, I can't say that about Katie. I just can't. Get out. That's the way you feel. Go ahead. And when you leave, you might think about whether or not you can trust me now that I know all about it. What? I could call the police, you know. Oh, clear. I never did know how to handle women. That was always my big trouble. She could have called the cops, couldn't she? So I made up with her. Anyway, I had someone to talk to now. Maybe something would happen. I did. Oh, she was smart, that clear. You know what, Sam? It'll be good to have $10,000 all at once. Yeah, sure will. Now, what would be twice as good? $20,000. Wish for the moon, why don't you? My share's only $10,000. Your share's as much as you can get. You can get it all. Oh, no. Katie would never give it to me. Not all of it. The way I figure it's Sam's this. She'll come here to Chicago when she finally collects. Well, she can't afford to have you suddenly turn up alive back there, so she'll come here. When she does, we'll take it all. You and me. Oh, no. Now, she'll never give me all of it. I know, Katie. I said we'd take it. Use your head, Sammy. Use your head. There's ways. Huh? Oh. Oh, no, Cleo. No. Well, perhaps not. But, uh, get used to the idea, just the same. Like breaking in a pair of shoes. Know what I mean? That's the way she worked on me, over and over again. Then she began to get impatient until one day, your less a day from the time I left home. What is all of this? A practical joke? Tomorrow's April 1st. You waiting to tell me April Fool? I'm calling your bluff, Sam. Come on down to a phone booth right now and call that wife of yours. Let me hear with my own ears. What do I say? Answer her. Oh. Hello, Mrs. Brown. This is, uh, me. You'll meet her at the station information booth. Tell her. What? I'll meet you at the station information booth, Katie. What country? You're taking her on a second honey. Cleo. Tell her. Hello. Hello. Katie, I'm renting a cabin out in the country for us. We're going on a second honeymoon. Oh, Cleo, I can't go through with it. Please change your mind. I'll give you just 15 minutes. I'll be hiding in the back of the car. And if you're not out there with her and the money in 15 minutes, I'll have every cop in Chicago looking for you. I mean it, Sam. Lionel, darling. Oh, thank you, Mr. Gaten. Oh, darling. Darling. Oh, Sam. My darling, Sam. I'm so happy. Hello, Katie. Don't, don't, don't cry. You're crying, too. Oh, no. We're together again. And we're rich. We're rich. Yeah. Oh, aren't you excited? Wasn't it worth waiting? Yeah. We're rich. We're rich. We're rich. We're rich. Yeah. Oh, aren't you excited? Wasn't it worth waiting? Yeah. We're rich. We're rich. We're rich. Wasn't it worth waiting for? And no one suspects. I can't believe it. We have money and we're together. Yeah. Here, here. Let me take your bag. Yeah. Hasn't been out of my hand the whole trip. It's all in here in $100 bills. No wonder it's so heavy. Come on, let's, let's go quick. We're really going on the second honeymoon. Oh, Sam. I could die for joy. Out in the country, Sam. Say that for it. So quiet. Yeah, I know. You're acting funny, Sam. I couldn't help it that it took so long. You said they had to investigate and everything. There was no picnic. Let me tell you. What the devil is that like? Oh. What is, is this the cabin you rented for our second honeymoon? This shack? Sam. What is it? You couldn't have brought me here for a honeymoon. Why did you bring me here? Answer me, Sam. I'm leaving you, Katie. What? I'm leaving you. This is the end of our life together. But why? Why? Open the bag and get out the money. Now you take a half and I take a half and we each go our way. Now please, quick, quick, quick. How can you do that? No, I want my half now. You mean you want it all, Sam? Now you said you'd let me handle it alone, Cleo. You promise not interfere, you promise. So that's it. Another woman. Take the money out of the bag. Sam, let's go. Oh, Sam. Oh, Katie. Oh, get your duelist. I loved you. I wanted only your good. Believe me. Oh, Katie. Katie, don't cry. I can't stand seeing you cry. It hurts me. Sam. Sam. Get the money, Sam, all of it. Katie, I have to do this. Not one cent. Now, give it to me, Katie. Cleo, can't you keep half? Half? I'm keeping it all. And you know what else I'll do? I'll send the police a letter. Oh, no. And tell them everything. No, no, you wouldn't. Wouldn't I? Oh, wouldn't I, though? No, no. KKK, you don't mean that. Just try me. Go ahead. You might as well put down that wrench because I'm not scared of you. Not that much. I'll send them a letter with a whole story and your description and hers and everything. You won't. You won't. You won't. All your fault. All your fault. All your fault. Katie was dead. I don't remember much of a ride back to Cleo's place with the police with the money on my lap. It was numb. Exhausted. I collapsed on the floor at the apartment and fell asleep, cradling that of a lease. It was past noon. I woke up. The police were still in my arms, but it was open and when he was gone. So was Cleo. She wasn't there. She was gone. I was alone. Cleo. Look there. Are you, are you singing Cleo today? So she left you, huh? Yeah. You better have a drink. Yeah. Look as though you could stand it. That's right. Well, you can't blame Cleo. Not after what you've done last night. Huh? Last night? I know all about it. What do you mean? You know what I mean, Sam? How can you live with yourself? I didn't do anything. Don't give me that. I know everything because I was there. No, no. You think no one was watching you, huh? But, Sam, I saw the whole thing from start to finish. You couldn't have. You couldn't have, will you? If I'd done that, I couldn't live with myself for the rest of my life. It'll torture you, see? Now stop it. You won't eat and you won't sleep because the memory of it will always haunt you. No, stop it, stop it. It'll haunt you and haunt you until the day you die unless you confess right here and now. No, no, no. Confess. All right, stop. I did it. I killed my wife. That's about all, Lieutenant. You were strange how it all happened. Strange how it started. Stranger still how Luther here knew. Yeah. How did you know Luther? Well, I didn't, Lieutenant. What's that? Oh, not a thing. Oh, what did I say to him? How can you live with yourself after last night? So what? Everyone done something last night they was ashamed of? Oh, every night in a week. How was I to think this here guy committed a murder? You see, cutting all I was up to was a... Well, what's the date today? You get it now? I was just making what an April fool joke. April fool joke? April fool. Oh, Luther, you killed me. Thank you, Edward G. Robinson, for our great suspense show. Your name, Wilcox? Yes, Mr. Robinson. You're the fellow that keeps talking about auto-light stay-full batteries? Yes, Mr. Robinson. Well, I want one of those batteries in my car, see? Yes, Mr. Robinson. Can't you say anything but yes, Mr. Robinson? Yes, Mr. Robinson, I can say this. 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I know, too, that all of you are going to be as anxious as I am to hear next week's show when Radio's Outstanding Theater of Thrills will present Ronald Coleman in the Noose of Coincidence. Another gripping study in... Suspense! Edward G. Robinson will soon be seen, starring in the 20th Century Fox production The House of Strangers. Tonight's suspense play was written by Joseph Ruskall and prepared for suspense by Walter Newman. Music was composed by Lucian Moraweck and conducted by Lud Bluskin. The entire production was under the direction of Anton M. Leader. In the coming weeks, suspense will present such stars as Edmund Gwen, Bob Hope, Mickey Rooney, and many others. Next Thursday, same time, here, Ronald Coleman in The Noose of Coincidence. You can buy auto-light staple batteries, auto-light resistor spark plugs, auto-light electrical parts at your neighborhood auto-light dealers. Switch to auto-light. Good night. This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System.