 Tired of the everyday routine? Ever a dream of a life of romantic adventure? Want to get away from it all? We offer you Escape! Escape! Designed to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure. Escape! Brought to you by your Richfield Gasoline dealer and the Richfield Oil Corporation of New York. Marketers of Richfield Gasoline's motor oils and other petroleum products. Look for the Richfield Eagle on the cream and blue pumps. Tonight we escape to the headhunter back country on the island of New Guinea. And the story of two men trapped there with a beautiful but treacherous woman. As Jules Archer tells it in, two came back. Suppose this big guy, six foot five, grabs your hand and says, You're my pal, Johnny. There's a million dollar jackpot and I'm cutting you in. And suppose this blonde number all curves and green eyes leans up soft and murmurs. Johnny, you're bad. Like me? I like you bad. Like me. And suppose this blonde number all curves and green eyes waits until his big back is turned and then leans up again. It can get to be a problem, you know what I mean? A problem. By the time we'd passed over the Golden Gate and were headed out over the Pacific to the west, I could see this business of Gabe and Lily and me were strictly for the squirrels and I wanted no part of it. There was no backing out now. I tried that for a week before takeoff and it hadn't worked. Johnny, don't talk crazy. You're my friend, aren't you? Aren't you? I'm sure I'm your friend, but I don't want to go, that's all. Oh, you gotta go, Johnny. It's a million dollar strike, I tell you. Oh, and after what you've done for me, I gotta let you in. I gotta. You really ought to come, Johnny. Well, I don't know. But I did know. I knew that million dollar strike or no million dollar strike, this was the time for me, John Walker, to stay home. You see, it was all because this pal, this Gabe, had been my sergeant on New Guinea. We were doing guerrilla mop-up work, rugged duty, what were the jabs scattered all over thousands of miles of interior and all. When Gabe disappeared, just plain vanished. We all figured the guy had caught one and was dead. Lieutenant reported him missing in action, we forgot about it. Then one morning, about three weeks later, he shows. Not a scratch, not a word about where he's been or why or what. I'll leave her off for shipping him back to Guam for a desertion trial, but Gabe being a real rough soldier and all. Being the kind of guy we needed bad right then, they decided to chuck the book for the time being and keep him on. It was, like I say, guerrilla mop-up work. And a couple of nights later, we were heading down this trail when a machine gun nest went off right in our faces. We all hit the ground, except in Gabe. He dropped a one knee and sprayed the trees with his browning. A big guy, he stood out like a pinwheel on the 4th of July. Yup, Gabe caught one. I saw the BAR fall out of his hands and down he went. I wriggled through the kunai grass, none of the jungle trail and got him by his collar. Well, I go into it. I was a hero, I guess. I saved his life. And what did it get me? Baby. Trouble. It was in the spring of 47 that Gabe's letters finally caught up with me. I was in New York then. He was in Frisco. At first I thought it was, well, just the old hurah, but I was his buddy for keeps because I'd saved his life. But one of the letters had a plane ticket and a C-note along with a line about, I'm gonna let you in on something big if you'll just come out to the coast. So I thought, ah, maybe the guy's got something. I caught the plane and the next day I found myself walking down this empty street in Frisco with an address in my hand. And a real funny feeling in my head that I ought to turn around and go back home. Hello. Looking for somebody? Yeah. Who? Oh, it doesn't matter. I can see I got the wrong address. Uh-huh. Hey, that's a, that's a real slick house coat you got on it. This? Oh no, it's just an old thing, you know. Well, on you it looks like a million bucks. Yeah? Yeah. Um, what address was it you were looking for? Oh, a 403. This is 403. Yeah? Yeah. You, does Gabor Krilovich live here? My husband. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Gabe! Huh? For you, a man. Yeah? I can't imagine. Well, why... Oh, Johnny! Hey, Gabe! Oh, Johnny, boys, so you got here, huh? Yeah. Oh, gee, I'm glad to see you. Gabe, you're looking good. Hey, so are you, so are you, look at that guy. Uh, is this the Johnny you've been talking so much about? Yeah, Lily, this is Johnny. Johnny, meet Lily. Lily, Johnny. Hey, hey, didn't know I got married, did you guy? Uh, no, no, Gabe. No, I didn't know you got married. Yeah, not a bad little dish for a big slob like me, huh? Congratulations. Shall we come in out of this doorway? Yeah, let's do that. Oh, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, are you a guy? You know, Johnny saved my life, honey, did I tell you? A million times. And that's how I met Lily. A lot of night we set up talking until the sun came up. I was wondering just what she was trying to pull. Marrying this bow-hunkers with his big feet and dirty undershirt and all when he hauled out the little leather bag and dumped the contents all over the table. Hey, what do you think of this, Johnny? Gabe. Gabe, that gold? That's just samples. Well, that came from there's enough more to make us all millionaires, Johnny. You're kidding. No, no. Remember in New Guinea when I went AWOL? Yeah, yeah. That was just before Johnny saved my life, honey. Did I ever tell you about Johnny saving my life? Yeah, you told me. Gabe, Gabe, about the gold, huh? Oh, oh, yeah, yeah. Well, when I went AWOL, I thought I'd just do a little fishing or something. You know, I was kind of tired of the war. You understand? Yeah, I understand, Gabe. So I took off into the hills. Oh, Johnny, that is some country. Believe me, wild but pretty. Real pretty. And what sunsets? You never saw sunset sunsets, huh? Gabe, Gabe, the gold. Oh, yeah. Well, I seen this quartz stuff up there in the hills and some of it was glittering. And thought this is it. I made me a map when I came back down. I can find it again without any trouble. That is, I mean, we can find it. You want me? And Lily, the three of us. Lily wouldn't want to miss all that adventure, would you, baby? I should say not. See? Ain't she cute? Ain't she? You know, every time I look at her, Johnny, I wonder, no, why would a cute little dish like that marry a big slob like me? Because you're so manly, sweet meats. Sweet meats? And you hear that, Johnny? Ain't she the limit? Sweet meats. Me. Well, it didn't take any great genius to figure that she'd smell money when she married him. It also didn't take any great genius to figure that Lily was going to disrupt some harmony. Now, I've never seen myself as a wife stealer, you know? So by the time that Gabe had bought all this stuff for the trip, I was ready to duck out, money or no. But Gabe, Gabe wouldn't hear of it. And, well, you know how it is when you put things off? All of a sudden, I wake up to realize that we're flying over the Golden Gate and on out west over the Pacific. And I thought, oh, this is no good. You know something? I was right. San Francisco to Honolulu. From Honolulu to Guam. And Guam to Morrisbee. And all the time, she's leaning up against me with perfume and all on those big green eyes. Morrisbee to Salamow. Salamow to Wewack. And Gabe has given me the happy stuff about how glad he is, his best friend and his wife like each other so much. Then down, down over the palm groves, the native Lakatois, sego-thatched huts down, and there we were. No guinea. Gold. Trouble. Yeah, going up the Pacific River, eh, mates? Yeah. Oh, you better give us a couple of pounds of that powdered milk there. Pacific River. That's a rum country that another patrol officer got done in up there last week. Done in? Oh, hey, how about some 45 ammunition? Yes, done in. Eight hunters. Gabe, you didn't tell me there were head-hutters. Huh? Oh, don't you worry, honey. You got me and Johnny to look out for you. Oh, it's no bloody business of mine, mate. Here. This Yamo you want? Yeah, yeah, that's it. No bloody business of mine, but I wouldn't take a woman up into that country. Might make it worse. What's worse than getting your head hung up on a pole? Gabe, I want to go home. You worry, honey? Of course, a woman would be a prize up there, lady. I mean, they wouldn't kill her. I'd say they'd make a queen out of her. Wouldn't touch her, just worship her life. That's good. Well, that's up to you. Well, I don't like it. An hour later, Pax bulging the supplies, we were off on the trail that wanded up over the Purple Mountains. The Prince Alexander range. And on toward Miami, Gabe carried the heavy float boat bag on top with a thick duffel of provisions. I followed, carrying two packs, one on top of the other. Lily brought up the rear, carrying a light pack of clothing, mostly her own. It was rough going that first day. Gabe didn't seem to mind, but me, my feet started to cave in after the first 10 miles. It was all right with me when Lily squawked. Gabe! What? Let's stop. It's only 3.30, honey. Let's stop, Gabe. Another couple of hours, we can be over the first mountain. Manana, Gabe. My back is breaking. Okay, honey. He lowered his big pack and then took off into the jungle. Hey, where are you going? We'll need some firewood. Oh. Johnny, I'm tired. Yeah, me too. Oh. Oh, it feels good to get those up. Oh, whoever heard of carrying two packs at once. Good old Gabe. Yeah. Yeah. Come here, Johnny. What do you want? I know what you think about me, Johnny. You think I'm bad. It's only because I'm bored and happy and bored. I could be a one-man woman, Johnny. Oh. I'm glad to hear about that. For the right man, Johnny. Sure. For you, Johnny. Nothing Gabe would think it's such a hot idea. Maybe he wouldn't have to, Johnny. Meaning? Maybe after we get the gold, he'll fall off a cliff. Or he gets eaten up by a tiger or stepped on by an elephant. There's no elephants and no guinea. Don't be dull, Johnny. I gotta be, Lily. I gotta be your real poison. Oh, Johnny. Your real bad poison. Mm-hmm. I'm bad. So are you, Johnny. Yeah. Mm-hmm. You know, that looks real funny. Lipstick in a jungle. You think so? Looks even funnier on you. You're nothing to do there, baby. Here comes Gabe. I forgot my gun. Always like to carry a gun in the jungle. Never know when you're gonna run into a snake. Huh, Johnny? Yeah. Yeah, that's right, Gabe. Yeah. You never, never know. For years, scientists have been improving your car's performance by making gasoline better and better. 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A lady wanted me to kill her husband and live a life of pleasure on our old gotten gains. Very dramatic situation, except for a minor point. She had figured that I shouldn't kill him until after he'd found the gold mine. And another minor point being that I was his best friend. But you know how it is, life... best friends always kill best friends. Oh, sure. But while this sort of drama unreal, we had to hike through that lousy jungle. Hike and hike and hike and my feet were killing me. The sixth day was the worst one of the trip. We were wading through mangrove swamps, thirsty leeches. There were giant mosquitoes that swarmed around us in clouds and every time I slapped one, I killed ten. Oh, sure, we had mosquito lotion. They loved it. Gabe? What? What are we going to get to the river? After a while, honey. After a while. After a while turned out to be nine days more. Then we reached the sephic. A sluggish muddy river winding like a serpent through huge Greenford mountain ranges. And now we ride. We blew up the collapsible boat, loaded all of our stuff aboard and shoved off. I took the bow, gave the stern, Lily set a midships and a piled sacks. Easy, Gabe, will you? This baby was designed for two people, not three. We're drawing a lot of water. Don't worry, Johnny. It's flood season. And with flood season, the water's high. We can carry three, but later it won't work. Then it'll be only two. Yeah, but we'll be back before then. Sure, Johnny. From time to time when we camped, Lily would give me the business. She didn't seem to care whether Gabe caught on or not. I cared. I cared a whole lot. And Gabe? I didn't know yet what it was that he was feeling. You saved my life, Johnny. I owe you a lot. Maybe that's what it was. But one afternoon we camped early and went for a swim. I was paddling around. Water felt good. Gabe and Lily got out and were drying off when all of a sudden... I looked up. It was Gabe. He was standing on the bank, and his 45 pointed right at me. I dove. I dove as deep as I could. I could still hear him shooting. I stayed down until I thought my lungs were gonna pop. I surfaced. Gabe was waving at me and yelling. You're crazy, Gabe! Don't shoot anymore! I'm not shooting at you! Come on! So I came out and I looked around. And there, a few feet beyond where I'd been there was a tremendous crocodile with blood streaming out of him. When you dove, I thought Shuri had you. Yeah. Why'd you die? I don't know. I must have lost my head. Gabe saved your life, Johnny. Yeah. I guess that evens us up, huh? Yeah, I guess so, Gabe. No, I don't know your thing. That's right. But you're still my pal, huh, Johnny? Well, you figure that one. We kept on going until we came to a place where a narrow, rocky tributary came boiling down a big mountain and into the Pacific. This is where we started walking again. The goal was up that fast little creek and we could never paddle against that current. So we folded the boat, shouldered it and the pikes and started climbing. For a day and a half, we scrambled up that mountain by the fast little string. Then we came to a wall of gray and white rock. Gabe said, this is where the goal is. And he was right. Holy schmuck goalie, that goal. Sure, we had to work to get it out of the rock. Well, in six days, we took out nearly half a million bucks worth. We could have taken more, but the stuff was heavy, you know. No, you don't know. You've never seen that much pure goal. I'll just take my word for it. Six days later, we started down the mountain. Then when we made camp by the river that night, Lily waited until Gabe was sound asleep. Yeah? Now, Johnny. Now what? Now you can kill him. Go away. Do it now, Johnny. Look, baby, I don't want to kill anybody. I'm a rich man. Will you get smart? Smart? You get smart, Johnny. Three ways isn't good enough on the split. I wanted two ways. And if you won't kill him, I'll get him to kill you. After all, Johnny, you're the serpent in our happy marriage. Shut up, we didn't listen. I don't hear anything except the water. Yeah. A minute ago, you couldn't hear that for Gabe snoring. They came in the morning while we were loading up. They came out of nowhere. Get down. What's that? Elves. We could tell from the arrows where they were. We laid low and tried to make every shot count. It wasn't long before we saw they really mean business. They weren't going to go away. Johnny. We haven't got enough ammunition. It's the last more than 10 minutes. That's just great. Can you keep them off that long? I'm going to... I'm going to get down to the stream and load up the boat. You're crazy, Gabe. You can't make it down that stream. Sure we can. It's sad to end up with your head on the pole. Okay, Gabe. All right. Now cover me. Here, I shot you and Lily come fast. All right. The longest 10 minutes of my life, Lily lay there beside me. She was plenty scared and she had every right to be. Those arrows were ugly, big and jagged and sharp. Johnny. Johnny, those arrows are getting closer. Will you stop jiggling my arm? I can't help it. Look, how am I going to shoot if you jiggle my arm? Suppose they get Gabe. That'll be tough. Yeah. I'll come you worry about Gabe at a time like this. Gabe, Shmayb, I'm worried about the gold. Oh, you dear sweet girl. Will you stop jiggling my arm? So sorry. Yes, I kept fire. Have you any idea what you're shooting at? Shut up, will you? I mean it. Will you shut up? I should have stood in Frisco. Oh, don't talk. Just keep shooting. How can I keep shooting when you keep jiggling my arm? A nasty little thought crawled into my mind. Here I was up to my ankle scenarios and there was Gabe with a boat half a million bucks and a downhill ride to freedom. Just suppose, just suppose Lily must have gotten the same idea. I'm going to go help Gabe, Johnny. He may need help. Stay here. No. Goodbye, Johnny. What did I stay? I don't know. I lay there and kept shooting and kept thinking, oh, you sucker, they'll go off without you. But I stayed. Came ten minutes, I heard it. Gabe signaled. The boat was already in the water, all loaded to go. Gabe faced the jungle, he's automatic ready. Lily was crouching on the sand. Good boy, Johnny. Thanks. You understand? Yeah. Just one thing I didn't counter. What's that? With all this gold and the boat, it'll only carry two people now. Okay, Gabe. Okay, I get it. Only one thing. Leave me your gun and ammo, will you? I want to die hard. Wait a minute, Johnny, wait a minute. Maybe we ought to ask Lily who she thinks ought to stay. Maybe she'd rather I stay. No, Gabe. How about it, Lily? Who do you want to stay? That's a tough question. I know. You both got guns. Why don't you fight a duel for it? It'll only take a second, and the winner gets me and the gold. The one who stays behind will be dead, so he would have to be tortured by headhunters. Oh, she's pretty cute, huh, Johnny? Oh, yes, indeed. Get in the boat, Johnny. No, Gabe, look. Go. You go. Look, now's your chance for a clean start. Get in the boat, Johnny, or I'll kill you. You sure this is how you wanted, Gabe? This is how I wanted. Yeah. Yeah, that's it, Johnny. Now, you all set? Yeah, Gabe. I'm all set. I hope he can get us down, Johnny. It's an awful fast stream. Don't you worry about it, Lily. Why not? Because it works this way. If either Johnny or me stays here, he gets tortured and then gets his head cut off. If you stay here, you can be a queen. You can live. They won't even touch you. You'll rule a whole tribe, all by yourself. Gabe! What are you talking about? Stay away from the boat, Lily. No, Gabe, let her get in, will you? I'll get her. I'll stay. Come on! Sit down, I said. Gabe! Johnny saved my life once. You. All you did was try to get him to kill me. 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See your Richfield Gasoline dealer tomorrow. Ask him to change your oil to Rich Lube all-weather motor oil. Escape is produced and directed by William M. Robson. And tonight has presented Two Came Back by Jules Archer. Adapted for radio by Savage Dollar. Featured in tonight's cast were Joan Banks as Lily, Stacy Harris as Johnny, Paul Freese as Gabe, and Ben Wright as the Trader. Special music arranged and played by Next week You are lost in the wildest mountains of Idaho. Surrounded by a raging forest fire which is swiftly bringing a horrible death closer and closer to you. A death from which there is no escape. Next week at this time the Richfield Oil Corporation of New York invites you to escape with an exciting story of love and murder in the wilds of Idaho. As Anthony Ellis tells it in The Red Forest, be listening. Goodbye then until the same time next week when once again we offer you Escape. Tom Hanlon speaking. This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System.