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William Baldwin. Occupation? I was a foreign correspondent. At the time that is of the murder with which you were charged? Around that time, yes. I see. Now, Mr. Baldwin, would you be good enough to tell the court where you were on October the 5th, 1944? I was in Lisbon, Portugal. Oh, can't you be more specific? Look, when you say I was in Lisbon during the invasion, you've told most of your story right there. You know the place. Yes, we know it. I should say that at one time or another during the course of the war, most of us here had occasion to pass through that port. That was the big way station, all right. The neutral terminal for the boys who worked for the Allies and those lined up with the Axis. You'd see a crowd from the Soviet anxious to get back to the Eastern Front in the sound of the Internationale. You'd see right behind them maybe a delegation of Nazis. Glad to be away from any front and sick of the Horst Wesselsaw. The lads from London wore their briefcases and striped trousers and ruled Britannia very clear in their ears. They were there, too. So were the guys from Warsaw. Their clothes getting a little threadbare, but the polonaise sounding as fresh and strong as it did four years before. And the French, not the Vichyites, but the ones who might be at the very next table, the free ones, who never stopped hearing La Marseillaise. Brass hats under ground agents' refugees and heels. That was Lisbon. It was about five or six in the evening when I walked into the lobby of the Hotel de Gama. You know the place right in the center of town. Anyway, I happened to glance up and I saw this girl standing about midway on that big marble staircase that leads down from the mezzanine. She had a like of camera up to her face and was drawing a bead on the whole lobby. Suddenly a little fella yelled up to her to stop. And as he did, a fat guy standing at the desk quipped around. He spotted the girl, too. The next second, he was the scariest looking character I'd ever seen. He whirled back away from the camera, but she'd already clicked the shutter. Then in another second, I got a shock myself. The girl lowered the camera from her face and... Yeah, it had to be her. She came down the staircase, winding up the film and the lycra, then started across the lobby and I was sure it was Terry. I hadn't seen her since I'd left New York, but you couldn't mistake that stride, not even after all those years. I walked across the lobby to her with the little guy, the one who yelled, and I had a head start. It was hard, but the time was difficult for the girls, wasn't it? If you say so, Senor, but I haven't the faintest idea of what you're talking about. Oh, America! Oh, 3,000 parents. Ah, Mrs. I simply wish to apologize for my outburst. Clearly it was me. Outbursts? I... I'm sorry, Senor, but I don't get it even in English. It was when you were on the staircase, he yelled at you. Me, but what on earth for? I don't think he wanted you to take that picture. Are you serious? Why should he? No. Hello, Terry. Bill Baldwin, it must be... 12 years. I didn't mean that. Since I've even heard about you. I've heard about you, though. You've been doing all right. I've been busy. Terry Moore covers the Burma Front. Terry Moore turns candid camera on allied leaders. Terry Moore shoots parade magazine picture of the week. You've been getting more publicity than Hitler. I work for a better concern. Bill, what on earth are you doing here? There's so much I want to know. We're being rude to your little friend. Oh, excuse me, Senor. You objected to my taking the picture? Oh, no, Mrs. Not at all. That is the point I wish to clear up. Oh, permit me. I am Don Luis Ferdinand de Sanchez Jesus de la Cartilland with Cristobal, the third. How do you do? But my friends call me Mosca. I can understand why. Yes. I should very much like to buy that picture. Buy it? Precisely. Well, that won't be necessary. I happen to have a developing outfit upstairs in my room. I'll run you off a copy myself. That's in case you can't wait until you see it in the magazine. The magazine? This picture you took will be published? Oh, yes. It's simply a shot to display the color of the city, the hotel. I see, Mrs. This may at first appear to be somewhat extraordinary request, but the fact is I'm a great admirer of your work, and I wonder if perhaps... You could have the original, the negative. Well, yes, senor. I did have that in mind. Do not be concerned. I'm quite prepared to go as high as, let us say, $5,000 in cash. Oh, come now. Well, then, let us say ten. What is this, a rib? No, Mrs. It is an offer. $10,000. You know something, senor? You're insane. But I'm not, and I'll take it out. Wait a second, Terry. I don't think I do that. Forgive me, but my proposition is with the Mrs. only. You couldn't have put it more plain, though. Now, listen, you don't think he wants to pay a silly price like that for just a good view of the lobby? He could get that on one of those penny postcards around here. I don't care what he wants it for, all I know is you. Yeah, you don't care what he wants it for because you don't even know what's in it. For all you know, you've got the hottest picture of your whole career right in that camera of yours. We completed trade without any further discussion. $10,000 in exchange for the negative. That is correct. If you don't mind, senor, perhaps I had better think it over a while. I'm afraid that will not be possible. The offer is good only now. Then adios, senor. Well, let us trust you are making no mistake. Hasta la vista, Mrs. Buenas noches, senor. Well, was that stupid enough to suit you? $10,000 right down the drain. How'd you like to make $50,000? I said how'd you like to make $50,000? There's another guy around here who'd go for that negative, a fat fella. He was standing over there by the desk right in the center of your camera when you clicked the shutter. I never saw any. I did. I saw him try to dodge. From where I was standing, it looked like a $50,000 dodge, too. Why, you rock. You were holding out for a bigger price, a bigger cut for you, I suppose. Do you believe that? No, I don't know. After all, I have much to go on, have I? 12 years is a long time. How do I know what you're like now, what you've become? I mentioned the fat man, Terry, because I think that picture's more important than you'll be willing to believe. Bill, listen to me. I want to know what happened to you. Your articles, your pieces about Europe, they just stopped. So did your letters. Well, there's something you've got to understand, Terry. Your pardon, please. Senorita Moore? Yes, I'm Terry Moore. Yes, you are wanted at the front desk, please. The front desk? For what? I do not know, Senorita, if you will follow me. You want me to hold your camera? Thanks, but I think I'd feel better taking care of it myself. Okay, Terry. Hurry back. I'll be right here waiting for you. I've been standing there about a minute, gentlemen, when I looked up and saw the fat guy. He stepped out of one of the lobby phone booths and headed to the cocktail lounge. I didn't want to lose track of him, so I followed. Pretty soon, I came Terry. She had a funny look on her face. Okay, so you're right. And I hope you're satisfied. What happened? Get a better offer? Yes, my life. Your life? In return for leaving my camera on the third floor fire escape within the next 20 minutes, I should be permitted to go on living. Otherwise... No, don't sit down. Who told you all that? That's a silly remark, you don't know. The call was waiting for me at the desk. It was somebody at the other end of the telephone. Oh. Excuse me. My friend, you at the table. Stone deaf. And I'm fish-dark. You stop and see? Wow, how did you learn to speak? Yeah, yeah, well... Mind if we join you? I don't speak any English. Sound like the voice on the telephone? How can I tell if he doesn't speak English? What did he say? He said he doesn't speak English. Wait a second. Excuse me, pal, but I'd like you to meet the young lady you talked to on the phone. You better speak English. Every time she hears German, she goes to pieces. Creates a terrific scene. You will be good enough to leave me alone. I do not wish your company. Thank you. What about that, Thierry? I'm pretty sure that's it. Good. Have a seat. Oh, that's all right. Don't get up here. I don't believe I caught your name. Now, look, if you do not leave at once, I shall call the manager. I'll be glad to do it for you. You know, my friend, now that I've got a good look at you, I can't help feeling I've seen you before somewhere. Yes. Yes, I was thinking the same thing. Agnedius Foiland, you are very much mistaken. Oh, not with photographs. I've studied too many of them. And that's where I've seen you in a photograph. Now, let me tell you something. You have never seen me before. That is my advice to you. Except that there's something different. The clothes, I think. The white collar. Yes. You're right, Terry. The civilian clothes. I've got them spotted too. And not in a photograph. I'm going by a man I've seen a hundred times at the head of a parade on a dais in the public square in the back seat of an open touring car with guards on either side. You are a fool. I tell you for a fact, you are a fool. You see, I used to cover Poland for a number of American papers. And you granted me an interview once. Bill, he isn't... The general? Yes. One of the most prolific executioners a few have ever had. What stupid people you must be. Why did you not stop when I advised you? Don't you see? There's nothing I can do now except take the Freiland's camera and kill the two of you. Look, I happen to have a gun too so you can put that thing away. Anyway, you're not crazy enough to kill us here. No, senior. He is not that crazy. Morska, you will please put away the gun. But I must insist. You will put the gun out of sight. So, you will now follow me from this room. No, no, I will not leave these people and permit them to... Do you want to bring everyone to this table? Do you wish a special spotlight for yourself? Now listen to me. I am the one in danger. And I am the one in charge. You will do as I tell you to do. Or you won't get him out of Europe. You see? You see, he knows. I thought, I thought, I shut him out. Who are you charging him, Morska? Every set he ever stole? It's worth it, you know. If the Poles knew this character was here, they'd tear him limb from limb. You talk a great deal, senior. One class will please get up from the chair. You must understand that nothing can be accomplished so long as we are here. We shall continue our negotiations with these charming people at some other time and place. At the German Embassy, let's say? Oh, nein, nein, nein. What's that, Herr General? My friends, you first must get to the Embassy. Again, Misses, hasta la vista, and adios, señor. The German Embassy, Bill. But he's a Nazi, a big one. That's right, and he's also taking it on a lamb. The final squeeze is about to begin and the General is deserting his post. The Germans would kill him as soon as the Poles. Yes, that's why he can't afford to have a stock. And Morska can't afford to lose his fee. Bill, what'll we do? You heard what he said. We're watching every exit to the rest of the night. Good. Meanwhile, we'll go dancing. Dancing? Yeah. Cross the floor to that door on the other side of the band and we're going to slip through that door up the service stairs and into your room. My room? That's right. And you're going to develop the General's picture. 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For Roma wine makes any meal a feast that only pennies a glass. Try it yourself tomorrow. Ask your dealer for R-O-M-A, Roma wine. Remember, more Americans enjoy Roma than any other wine. And now it is with pleasure that we bring back to our sound stage Mr. John Hodiak as William Baldwin, a man on trial before a jury of his peers in Dateline Lisbon, a tale well calculated to keep you in suspense. You were testifying, Mr. Baldwin, that you and the young lady started up for a room. That's right. The rear way. Up the service stairs. I see. Mr. Baldwin, since you've already admitted the murder, are you sure there's need for such detail? I wanted you to have your record straight. There isn't much more of it, though. Very well. And so you've got the girl up to her room, eh? Yes. I remember very clearly. We stepped into her room. I shoved the bowl across the door. She switched on the light. And she went straight for her developing stuff. The tray and MQ2, the hypo, the usual paraphernalia, went to work. I knew what was in her mind. She was going to develop that picture and get out of there as fast as she possibly could. She was scared, I guess. Then when I stood there watching her, she stopped. For about half a minute, stared into space. Bill. What is it, Terry? You haven't said anything about going home, going back to America. You've been over here so long. Yeah. Say, you'll want those lights off when you start to develop that thing, won't you? Yes. Well, give me the signal when you're ready, huh? I think I'm ready now. Bill, there's something I've got to... What's that? What's what? That noise, then. Oh, I was just trying the door to be sure it was locked. A little jumpy, aren't you? I wouldn't be. There's not a soul who can get to you, Terry. So just relax. You were asking me something. Yes, Bill. What are you doing here? In Lisbon? Yes. I'm waiting. I've been waiting for months. You mean to get home? I can't go back to America, Terry. I'm on the list. I was surprised you didn't know that. Oh, no. Yeah, I've been waiting for a chance to escape. Your hunch is right. I stayed over here too long. I lost the feel of my country in the sense of what she was. And when I got around to repatriating the correspondence, I elected to stay behind. I'd been inoculated, Terry. I had the germ. So help me. I went for that spin about the new order of things. But you could... You don't mean you worked for them. I worked for them. There were a thousand things a guy in my position could help them with. Now that the heat's on, now that the walls are beginning to melt, you're making your getaway. That's right. Before the courts come to session and the sentences are handed out. A traitor and a coward. You and Von Klaus, your cowards, both of you, you're two of a kind. Yeah, we ought to make fine traveling companions. South America, I imagine. Oh, he and Muska don't know it yet, but that's how it's going to work. You see, the way I look at it, Von Klaus, he can certainly arrange one for me. You got the money to pay for it, huh? No, but I've got the picture. Your picture. If that thing's published and that the story gets out, the Senor's Underground Railroad is dead. He'll make a deal for that picture, all right. Let's not worry about that. No, Bill. You surely understand that I'm going to tell the story every part of it. I was afraid you'd feel that way. I don't have to make sure you don't. I see. All right, but you're not going to get this. Terry, get away from that picture. The door. Somebody opened the door. A bull wind. The picture. You have it? Von Klaus. It's safe, General. And put away. You'll find the light switch there by the door, left side. And Muska, but that door was locked. How did you open it? We didn't, Mrs. We opened this door. The closet. Then you were here all the time. You were listening. We were there when you entered the room. And you've already heard my proposition. What do you say, Muska? Is it a deal? But, of course, Senor. Of course. And now, if you would turn over the photograph. Yes, Senor. You get the photograph when I'm on my way with Von Klaus with the right kind of passport and tickets. Incidentally, how soon can you get me those? I'm in something of a rush. I understand, Senor. Tomorrow? Let's say tonight in about 30 minutes in the lobby. Look, why the hesitation? It's very simple. I've got the photograph and I've got a gun. What'll it be? You must know the answer, Senor. It is a deal. Okay. You can leave now. I've got some work to do. Very well. It shall be as you say, Senor. 30 minutes from now in the lobby. Von Klaus? Now, there's just one thing unsettled. Yes? The Froylein. For the sake of the security of all, I must insist she be silenced at once. You don't have to insist. I'm taking care of it myself. Now, you understand her, Balvin. In my present situation, I must be very sure of things. Yeah, sure. Meanwhile, I told you to clear out of here. Not till the Froylein is silenced. Don't be stupid. This isn't a time for that or the place either. We can't... You select this time, Senor. And also select this place. Yeah. We heard you. Only one minute ago, preparing to shoot this girl. Then why do you delay her, Balvin? Why do you not proceed? Let gun again. Come on, General. Put it away. For what reason? What does it matter whose weapon you use? And why don't you make me put it away? She has no weapon. Bill. He has no weapon. I think you better make sure. Go on. He's covered. Your arms, Senor. Okay, so nothing there? I would like you to know, her Balvin, how you expected to kill the Froylein if you did not have a gun. Very simple. He did not expect to kill her. There's nothing in that pocket. Then why did he say he was... Why? Because he heard the noise from the closet and he knew that we were here. Do you remember the moment, Mrs. He said he was trying the door? He knew we had guessed you would come to this room. We were here to finish you both. He was playing for time. He was bluffing. And about the Nazis, about escape. He's a stupid fable to hold us off. Is that not so, Senor? It's not everything I say the truth, huh? You're an awfully little guy to talk so big. Oh, I can afford to talk big, Senor. I am sure now that you have no gun. You are, huh? What's that? What is it? What are you doing? It's unloose of him, Balvin. I'll fire. Let's go! Just face from Klaus. There. You see, right in his hand. There's my gun, Senor. Okay, General, go on and fire. No, no, no, wait. Go on. In the way I'm lined up now, your bullet will go straight through Moscow first. Stop moving. He will seize the gun. He will... And now listen to me. I'll say to you now, Balvin, if you do not release him in exactly five seconds, I shall shoot the Friar and Dead. Go on. And meanwhile, I'll work on Moscow. It'll take more than five seconds to strangle him. You'll have plenty of time to find. But the chances are great. You'll hit him. And he's your only means of escape. Take your hands from his throat. You're one single lifeline, Van Klaus. Oh, Balvin! He's the only guy who knows the ropes. I mean, his time is running out. No, wait. Wait, listen. We can make some arrangements. All right. All right, Van Klaus. Put your gun on the table. We'll go on from there. The gun on? Your life's going fast, Van Klaus. The one man who can save your neck's getting pretty limp. Put your gun on the table. Whatever else you listen, Marney, what is your price? How much? My God, stop. There. It's on the table. Now let him go, Balvin. Please, let him go. Let's hurry the gun. Yes. Here, Bill. Here it is. Thanks. It'll be OK in a minute. The gun, what are you? Never mind that. Just tell me your full name. I do not understand... Answer the question. What's your full name? Maximilian Reinhard Van Klaus. Occupation? Now... Occupation, I said. What's your occupation? I am... I was divisional commander of police for the district of Warsaw in Poland. At the time that is of the slaughter? The slaughter? The mass executions of May 9th in the year 1940. When your men at your order went into the homes of those who went cooperative enough and machined gunned the women and children. What is this? You're standing trial for murder. Standing trial for... You're mad. There can be no trial. There's no judge... I'm the judge, Van Klaus. And those two, the jury. Terry Moore and Mosca. But our arrangements, you satisfied. Put the gun on the table. I turned loose of your little pal. Well, I did. That was our only arrangement. And now I want to know how you plead, guilty or not guilty, for the execution of those families. Those families? How would I know such families? You wouldn't know, but I would. Let's spend my business all these years gathering the names of victims, keeping records on murderers like you. Now, Baldwin, wait. Give me a chance. A chance? Those Poles didn't even have a trial. You had them shot in cold blood without even passing sentence. And you're getting all of that, Van Klaus. You're really getting the works. Now, you must understand these measures. Look, I will show you. It's a matter of administration. Did you or did you not have those people killed? I'm trying to explain that to you. It was military expediency. The entire procedure. It's part of war that had to be done, I tell you. In other words, you're dead. Yes, right there. That's all I wanted to hear. You're verdict, Terry. What is it? No, no, please. I say the man is guilty. Mosca's not able to vote right now, so I'll have to do it for him. No, no. I say you're guilty, Van Klaus. So for the crime of multiple murder, I sentence you to death. No, please. My God, have mercy on your soul. Gentlemen of the jury, the commission of murder has been very plainly established. So, in the case of world democracies versus the defendant, William Baldwin, what will your verdict be? Your honor, we find the defendant guilty. Guilty. And direct that he be freed at once to receive the court's commendation. Thank you, gentlemen. In view of the somewhat irregular circumstances, we see no reason to dissent. There is, however, a question. We know, of course, that this Mosca has been imprisoned since the collapse of the Axis powers. But that picture, Mr. Baldwin, Teddy Moore's photograph of Van Klaus, whatever became of that. Oh, well, he was essentially even married. It's the one thing I don't dare mention. She's pretty touchy about it. Yes, but you did develop it finally. Oh, sure, and it was, uh... Well, sir, the thing was just a blur. And so closes Dateline Lisbon, starring John Hodiak. Tonight's study in Suspense. Suspense is produced and directed by William Spear. 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