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Mill Tepperman and stars Everett Sloan in the role of Joe with Mercedes McCambridge as Nancy, and is presented by the Emerson Drug Company of Baltimore, Maryland, who's registered pharmacists compound Bromo Seltzer, the headache product that's both fast-acting and pleasant tasting. No wonder, in a representative survey, drugers from coast to coast report that Bromo Seltzer is the favorite relief for headache pain at their drugstore fountain. In fact, five times as many of these drugger said that the leader is Bromo Seltzer. And now we can turn to a little matter of murder. Our story tonight begins on a pleasant note with a honeymoon couple, but don't start the squirm. The unpleasantness will commence soon enough. Just look at them. Joe and Nancy Paye married hardly five hours. They parked at the side of the road by the bank of the old mill stream, and whispering sweet nothing to each other. Oh, gee, Nancy, it's wonderful to be married to you. Oh, Joe. If the other clerks at Scott's department store could see us now. Uh-uh. I don't want anybody to see us. I just want to be alone and do Joe for the rest of my life. I hope you don't mind spending our honeymoon in a tourist cabin instead of a swanky hotel. Oh, I love it this way, Joe. The stream rushing past, the moonlight shining on the bridge, the woods all around it. Oh, look, there's another car. They're parking on the bridge. He's turning his headlights out, too. They think they've got privacy. Guess they can't see us parked here. First Joe, the couple's getting out of the car. Yeah, for a walk on the bridge. I wonder if this is their wedding night, too. That's a beautiful car they get. Joe. What? That couple, they're acting very strange. They're having an argument. Joe, look what he just took out of his pocket. Holy mackerel, a gun. He's pointing the gun at her. Joe! Joe! He shot her in the face. Holy mackerel, it can't be. Must be a gag of some kind. I don't know. You saw the flashes when he fired the gun, and see how still she lies. Her body crumpled with his teeth. Yeah. Yeah, he's picking her up. I bet he's going up through her. Joe, don't let him! No! See, you pushed my hand down on the horn. He sees us. He's right across the bridge. He knows we witnessed the murder. He's got to kill us, too. Joe, quick, start our car. You'll be here before I can turn the car around. What do we do? We'll duck into the woods. Come on! Quick! What's wrong? It's my high heels. I can't run fast. Here, throw these bushes. Get behind the tree. Getting out of the car. Here's a gun, Joe. Joe, he means to kill us. He's coming straight for this tree. He knows we're here. Nancy, we've got to run for our lives. Take my hand. Come on! Come on, Nancy! I can't. Go, let's breathe it. We can't stop him. He's close behind us. Did he gain his manners? No, but he's still after us. Please, let's stop and rest. Not yet. I saw headlights up ahead. Maybe there's a road. We can only make it. Joe, I'm sorry. I can't go any more. Nancy, look. Throw the trees. The road. Come on. One last print. I never thought we'd make it. He's still after us. He's still coming through the woods. I don't know. We'll stop the first car that comes along. No. Oh, now take it easy, baby. I was thinking of that poor girl lying dead on the print. And on our wedding night, too. Oh, here comes the car. I'll stop it. He doesn't stop it? He went right by. Joe. What? I think there's something behind us in the woods. Only the wind and the trees. I suppose he should suddenly step out of those woods with his gun. Maybe he gave up. Maybe he went back to take care of that body. Our car is there, Joe. With our marriage license and the glove compartment, and the receipts Mrs. Swenson gave us for the cabin. Yeah. He'll know all about us. Who we are, where to find us. And we don't know a thing about him. Except his face. The face of a murderer. Come on, Nancy. I think we better start walking. We've got to get to the cabin and phone the police. How much further, Joe? It's just around the bend. So, honey, I'd like to lie down and sleep right here on the road. The fine way to spend a wedding night. Darling, look. We're there. Swenson's cabins. Yeah. They're all dark. Everybody's asleep. We'll have to wake up Mrs. Swenson. Use her phone. Joe. What? Look. In front of our cabin. What? Hey! That's our car! The murderer must have come here by another road. To wait for us. I don't see anybody around. Maybe he's in the car. You wait here. I'll go and see. Oh, no, Joe. Don't worry. We both saw his face. He's got to kill us both. If I go over there alone, he won't shoot until he knows where you are. Now, take it easy. Stay back here in the shadows. He'll be all right. It's okay, Nancy. The car is empty. Maybe he's hiding somewhere close by. No. He must have skipped out. Why would he bring our car back? He wanted to get it away from the bridge. Don't you see? He must have dumped that girl's body in the river. Then he took our car away. No trace. Joe, I'm scared. Maybe he's hiding inside the cabin waiting for us. He'd be a sap. One shot would wake up all the people in the other cabins and Mrs. Swanson too. He'd never get away with it. Come on. We're going into our cabin and get cleaned up. Then we'll use the phone. Now the switch is right here. There, you see? Nobody hiding in here. Holy. Matthew. What is it? Over there. On the bed. Joe! It's the girl's body with her face shut away. Just like we saw her on the bridge. You are listening to Inner Sanctum. Brought to you by... From time to time on this program, you've heard from folks who've told how they got speedy relief from headache pain by taking a refreshing glass of bromo seltzer. These people write in on their own initiative to say that they appreciate the quick and pleasant headache help that bromo seltzer brings. 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Now we can return to that cozy little honeymoon cabin where Joe and Nancy found the beautiful corpse on their bed. The corpse who'd had her face lifted. Well, that's what you get for shooting off your mouth. But don't worry. Before the night's over, the murderer may have his face lifted, too, on the end of a rope. Now, if that murderer were an oriental, he might try to save fate. But you can't save your face if you lose your hair, can you? In the meantime, I wonder what Joe and Nancy are going to do with the uninvited corpse in their wedding bed. Don't you? Well, now listen, Nancy, we have to think this over. We're in a jam. Oh, for the love of Pete Nancy, this is no time to faint. Joe, it's awful. Your face shot away. Don't look at her. Yes, sit down. Joe, what'll we do? I don't know. I've got to think... on our wedding night to have a thing like this happen. Why did he leave her here, Joe? To put us in a spot where cops will never believe our story now. They'll think we killed her. Joe, we never saw her before in our lives. Nancy, we've got to get rid of her. We've got to take her back to the bridge and dump her right back on the murderer. It's the only thing we can do. Suppose the cops come here and find her. They'll grill us for hours. They'll hold us for the inquest. It might take a week, two weeks. A fine way to spend the honeymoon in jail. Oh, I never thought of that. We've got to do it. We've got to take her back. That means we have to lift her up and carry her. I'll carry her, but you'll have to help. Why couldn't you? You've got to, honey. I could. Oh, what must I do? You go out and get the back door of the car open, and then I'll bring her out. Joe, Joe, they'll find us here with the body. Quick, throw the black one over. I'll see who it is. No, I can't go near her. Do as I say, quick. Try. Give me a minute. Knock, knock, knock. Who is it? It's I, Mrs. Swenson. This blanket is too short. Just a minute, Mrs. Swenson. Be the thinking out. Get those clothes out of the police. Throw them on top of her. It's the best I can do. All right. Sit on the bed in front of her feet. Hurry, Mrs. Swenson. Uh, uh, coming, Mrs. Swenson. Everything okay, Nancy? What are you doing? Fight your lip. Do anything, but don't faint down. All right. Good evening, Mrs. Swenson. Good evening, Mrs. Ston. I hope I'm not intruding. I saw your light, so I knew you weren't asleep yet. We were just going to sleep, weren't we, Nancy? Oh, yes. I should have thought you'd been asleep long ago. See, I brought you to my own homemade apple cider. I'll put it right here in some glasses, too. Oh, thank you, Mrs. Swenson. It's awfully nice of you. Oh, not at all. It's so nice to have a honeymoon couple. I wanted to do it earlier, but my heart was bothering me. I have a bad heart, you know. Oh, I'm terribly sorry to hear that, Mrs. Swenson. Thank you for everything. Aren't you going to try my cider? I thought you'd like to drink a toast. Well, we're not very thirsty right now, Mrs. Swenson. Are we, Nancy? Oh, no. No. Of course not. Well, now I'll run right along and leave you both strictly alone. Good night, Mrs. Swenson, and thank you again. Good night, Mrs. Swenson. Oh, you poor dear, you look all tuckered out sitting there on the bed. I bet you don't even know how to make up a bed. Here, I'll make it up for you. Oh, no. Well, it's the least I can do. Now you just sit over there on the chair, my dear. Please don't. Why? Well, she means, uh, please don't bother. Oh, it's no bother. What? What? What's this? We, we can explain everything. Shut. She's the top of the face. Murdered. Oh, please, Mrs. Swenson. It isn't what you think. Murdered. You, you're no honeymooner. You're, you're murdered. Oh, please. Stop that. Let me go. Let me go. Stop that. Just while Limpin slid down on the floor, Mrs. Swenson. Mrs. Swenson, are you all right? No. No. What is? She's dead. You killed her. You murdered her, dear. I'm a murderer. Me. Joe Stone. We started all on a honeymoon. And now I'm a murderer. Oh, I see. Oh, I'm dizzy for a second. So ghost, you're trembling. Fancy. Why, she can't look at her face. She's dead. And that one on the bed, we're in a jam, Nancy, in a jam. Joe, I wish I were dead. They'll hold us for murder next. It was an accident. You didn't mean to kill Mrs. Swenson. Yeah, but how will we ever prove that we didn't kill the other one, too? We'll never be able to find that guy with the black road. Still the cops will pin the rap on her. Joe, take me out of here. I can't stand it. We're on the bed and Mrs. Swenson on the floor. Please let's go away. Let's go far away. You mean run away? Anything, Joe, anything. And let's not stay here. I will, you fuck. Yeah, we'll get out. We'll keep going. Nobody knows her names. They can't trace us. Come on. Get the clothes pack. I can't close this believe. Hot clothes. You get the other one. Don't forget anything. Look under the bed. Be sure we don't leave a single thing behind. No. No, it mustn't leave anything behind. We'll change pack, Joe. Hurry. Hurry. Get the bag. You put the lights off. Joe. Hey. What? What, Joe, what's wrong? I just thought our fingerprints all over the place. Oh, what do we do? We've got to wipe them off. Off everything. Grab a towel. We'll wipe everything in sight. We've wiped everything, Joe. I think. The bed's dead. Yeah. Bathroom, faucet. Yes. Doorknob's dresser. Yes, yes. Water pitcher. Yes. All right. That's all. Let's go. No, Joe. No. The cider jug. How'd it feel better in the car? How'd on the road? I think we forgot anything. I don't know. I can't think. I'm numb all over. Oh, darling. Holy mackerel, Nancy. I'm a murderer, killer. Running away. We shouldn't have done it. We shouldn't have run away. No, it's not as if you killed her on purpose. It was an accident. Nancy, do you realize you're married to a murderer? I wasn't married. It was so easy. So easy to kill. I never thought it could be so easy. All I did was to hold my hand over a place. Joe, please. What time is it? It's almost two o'clock. We've been driving for an hour. Got a cigarette. I think there's some in the glove compartment. I'll get them. Joe. What? Our marriage license is gone. What? Are you sure? It's gone, Joe. It was right here. The murderer. He took it. Why? Why would he take our marriage license? I don't know. I can't think straight anymore. Joe, he knows our names. He knows everything about us. Oh, Joe, there's no use of running away. He knows who we are. We'll always be at his mercy. Gosh, I feel all in. I can't drive anymore. I gotta rest and think. Pull up at the side of the road. Look, up ahead, the gas station. Close for the night. Park, clear? Yeah. Just sleep for 100 years. Poor Joe. Here. Put your head on my shoulder. The first night of our honeymoon. And maybe the last. Oh, it's six o'clock. It's daylight. I slept all through the night. I guess I fell asleep too. It's chilly. Yeah. We should have closed the windows. Gee, honey, you look pretty with your hair mustered. Gosh, your hands are cold. Yeah, let me warm them. This is our first morning together, Joe. Yeah, our first morning together. But this isn't the way I used to dream about it. Oh, baby, how did we ever get into a mess like this? We're back where we were last night in the same jam. Nothing's changed. Those two corpses still in the cabin. What do we do? Joe, let's not think about it for a while yet. Let's go and find a place for breakfast. Our first breakfast together. And after that, we can go back, thinking about it. But at least let's have those few minutes to sort of stay of execution. Yes. Okay. There's a place, Joe, a diner. Yeah, but I haven't got much appetite. No, what we both need is something hot. I think there's an alarm out for us yet. Joe, please, let's not think about it. No other customers inside. That's good. Been traveling all night? Yeah, yeah, all night. Uh, some scrambled eggs, please. Right. Now, take a few minutes. That's all right. We'll wait. And I'll turn the radio off for you. Your friendly neighborhood station with the early morning local news. During the night... Yeah, yeah, I heard. Right along Route 27 Skud Janssen, the handyman, who was awakened by the sound of a car driving away from one of the cabins. Investigating, Mrs. Swenson lying on the floor of cabin three. He didn't seem to respond to the car. Joe, he didn't see anything about the other body. Just to contact a couple, walk him by the cabin, and it was apparently left during the night. Good to call at the state police station. Let's get out of here, Nancy. State police around. Hey, can't wait. We're in a hurry. Oh, Joe, what does it mean? Joe, why didn't you mention the other body? It's a trap, Nancy. Get it? They're keeping mum about the girl's body. No, Joe, I don't think so. What else could it be? We left two bodies there, didn't we? Shut the motor off, Joe. Maybe the real murderer was waiting close by all the time. And maybe after we left, he went in and took the girl's body away again. I don't like it. I want to get away from here far away. Wait, Joe, wait. Don't you realize you're not a murderer, darling? You didn't kill Mrs. Swenson. It was a heart attack. That's what they say. I say it's a trap. Let's get moving. Oh, Joe, it's too late. Look. State troopers. He's coming right over here. Sure. He's got this license number. Well, I guess our honeymoon is over. Oh, are you Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Stone? Yes. You're Joe Stone? That's right. And you, lady, you're Nancy Stone? Oh, yes, I am. Well, I guess this belongs to you. Thank you. What is it? Yeah, take it. What a marriage life. What did you get it? One of our men happened to be cruising down by the old mill stream last night. He saw a fella get out of a roadster on the bridge carrying a girl's body. Fella dumped the girl over the rail, and now a man went after him. Had a gunfight. Fella got a slug to the heart. When we went through his car, we found this. And on the back of it there, you'll notice he wrote your license number. And you got the murdering? Yes, we sure did. But we didn't recover the body of the girl. It's carried downstream. It may take several days to find it. Then we're not wanted for anything? Well, you're the folks from Mrs. Swenson's cabin last night. We figured you left in a hurry. Kind of embarrassing to have a thing like that happen on your honeymoon, ain't it? Well, I can't blame you. Then we're free to go on our honeymoon. Yeah, you just come on down to the barracks and sign a statement. Then you can be on your way. Well, would you mind, officer, just a few minutes? We want to go back in the diner for our honeymoon breakfast. Well, as you can, didn't we? I'll wait till you expect Joe and Nancy to come to a bad end. 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