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Mr. Winn appears as Eddie and Mr. Cronin as Sam, his bosom friend, in Double Entry, a tale of nefarious doings in the world of big money, of larceny and embezzlement of fraud and friendship, altogether a most remarkable tale of... Suspense. Yeah, it always balances in the Double Entry system. If it don't, you hang around till it does. That's what I've been doing all my life, keeping books. Ah, it's fascinating, positively fascinating. You know, I bet in my day I've written billions of figures. Hundreds of billions. And cash, ha ha, say I've handled so much cash my fingertips are calloused. Once I even got water on a thumb from licking it to count money. But so what? What's cash? Handling cash is just the same as adding figures. A job. Then, one day, something happens that makes you look on things different. There's no excitement in an office, no danger, no heroism, no adventure, not much chance to risk anything, you know, to do something for a pal. A high-nadden machine, you can't tell men from mice without a scorecard. So, if a guy gets in a jam, you know, and he gets a chance to do a favor to help a pal out who is in a jam, well, maybe you look on cash a little different. All of a sudden, cash is more than pieces of metal and bits of green paper. It's socially significant. That's what it is. Eddie, how many did I say cop, will ya? Yeah. You're also bothering ya again, Sam? Yeah, bad. These ledges are driving me nuts. You got the wrong temperament for an account. You know, you shouldn't let it get you down. Things can't go on like this, Eddie. Hey, what's the matter? Alice? Alice don't understand you. No, Alice don't understand me. Well, that's because you don't understand her. Ah, will you shut up? Sometimes you're so smug. On a layoff, Sam, you can't go on like this. Like what? You're grouchy all the time. You know, you got something on your mind. Alice don't understand. Try me out. I won't throw no dishes at you. Well, no. No, I can't tell ya. Wouldn't matter anyway. You can't do anything. Just telling your troubles help sometime. Go on, talk, Sam. Uh-uh. Talk, Sam. Okay. Okay, it's the auditors. But them guys, I don't let them worry ya. You're running this office, ain't ya? You tell them, don't let them tell you. I'm telling ya, Eddie. They're getting awful close. What are you talking about? They're driving me nuts. Well, why, Sam? I'm light, Eddie. You mean? The books. They're light. They're short. You mean? I'm a crook, Eddie. An embezzler. And they're gonna get me. Those auditors, they're onto me. I know they are. I can feel them getting closer. Now, after nine years, they're on my trail. You a crook, Sam? I don't believe it. I wish I was dreaming. Why, Sam, you're the fair-haired boy around here. All you gotta do is ask. Ask who? Bartholomew? That tight-fisted... Alice, she's to blame. I know. She wasn't satisfied with your salary. She wanted ermine capes, diamonds, a box at the opera. Oh, I know. She drove you to it. Nine years. Hey, how much did you take in all that time? One hundred thousand dollars and eleven cents. Where am I gonna get that kind of money? I can dig up the eleven cents. Ah, wisecracks. That's all you're good for. Jail, staring me in the face. That's why you're so nervous. That's where my ulcers come from. Every night, working late. Covering up. Sweatin', warin', thinkin' of suicide. Nine years ago. Well, she made you do it, Sam. That's right. I told her I was playin' the market, and I was. Yeah, but the stocks dropped. Out of sight. So you bought more. And more. And then... Yes, Mr. Bartholomew? Zankar! My master's voice. Yeah, Bartholomew wants to see you. Well, wag your tail, phyto. Wag it. Can't even drag it. Say... say... Didn't I see the auditors go in there a minute ago? Yeah. Come to think of it, they did, Sam. Well, this is it, kid. Oh, maybe it's not, Sam. I got a feelin'. I'm not scared, Eddie. It's a relief. I'll sleep nights now. Maybe my ulcer'll clear up. A hundred grand. I wonder what he did with the eleven cents. Ah, sales tax, I guess. What a chummer. Your name, Eddie? Well, yeah, what about it? What about it? Flint sent me. I'm Fink Martin. Flint said to drop in, see if you want to place a bet today. Flint? Who? What do you mean, Flint who? Mike Flint. Ain't your name, Eddie? Well, sure, but I never heard of Mike Flint. How you got the wrong, Eddie. My name's Sullivan. Oh, well, he didn't tell me the last name. How should I know? He says to look up Eddie at 411 Irving Trust Building. Oh, well, this is 511. Oh, for Pete's sake. Yeah. Hey, uh, wait a minute. Huh? You, uh, you say you take bets on horses? I'll take a bet on a camel if he's running a tropical. Are you a bookie? Well, I ain't no taxidermist, pal. Yeah. Hey, I may be the right Eddie after all. Got any odds? Well, if you're on the level, Eddie. When you're in the business, do I look like a stool pigeon? Okay, Eddie, I guess you're okay. Odds? You want odds, huh? Well, let's see here. Now, at Tropical Park, I can give you 10 to 1 in the first race. Horse called Aleppo. Finished last in a field of 9. That was his only other start. Let's see the form. You see, odds is okay if you don't bet too heavy. You play odds like a side bet, Eddie. The thing to play is the jockey, not the horse. You take Sylvester. He's a jockey. 1-3 yesterday, 2-1 Monday, 1-1 Sunday. Oh, he's hot, hot, hot. He can ride any dog into the money. Does he ride a long shot today? No, no. Today, he's got two favorites and four short odds nags. He'll win two races today. Oh, here's 100 to 1 shot. Altruism. Altruism, huh? I never heard of him. I got a hunch. Well, play it, play it. Always play hunches. Now, let's see what his altruism is. Never raced before. Well, and how do you know he's no good? Well, I don't, but look who he's running against. War alarm, unbeaten in three starts. Test tube, last year's gold cup runner up. File clerk, hey, hey, there's a hunch for you, Eddie. File clerk. I ain't no file clerk, and I'm playing altruism. Okay, okay, Eddie. Just give me a two bucks. Is, uh, is that all I can bet? Well, no, but gee, I don't want to play you for a sucker. How about a grand? Oh, why don't you tie that bull to a fence? Will you take a grand on altruism? Where would you get a grand? From the old man. On the level, Eddie? Oh, sure. Well, uh, I have to get Flint's okay. You let me lose you, use your phone? Yeah. Gee, a grand, huh-huh. That's not stage money, Eddie. Well, neither is a hundred grand. Could you pay off? Oh, Flint will cover any bet that I want to make. Hello, hello, give me Flint. This Flint is a smart cookie. Maybe he don't want to le- Wait a minute. Hello, Mike? This is Fink. Yeah, look, a man's got a thousand bucks he wants to put on a nag called altruism in the third of the tropical. The odds are a hundred to one. How about it? Uh-huh. Yeah, but if he wins, Mike. Uh-huh. Well, sure I'm a gambler, but one hundred... Hung up. Funny guy this Flint. Am I a gambler, he says. Okay, Eddie, we'll play one grand on altruism's nose for you. You will? What's the matter, getting cold feet? Well, no, Martin. I just meant, uh... Listen, that's a lot of daughter-hand over to someone you've never seen before. Well, I never saw you before, Rita, mister. Yeah, but what chance are you taking? I'll quit stalling. Are you betting or not? Oh, okay. Wait till I get the money. Here it is. All right, you got it? One hundred, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, and ten makes one thousand. Thanks, Eddie. It's a matter of what you're shaking for. Is this your life savings or something? Oh, no, no. There's lots more where this come from. Uh-huh. Oh, of course, of course. The old man has a lot of it behind his ear. Yeah, yeah, that's it, Flint. Hey, you're a god. Hey, uh, what are you rubbing them bills on that sheet of white paper for? Well, if the green don't come off, the bill is no good. No good? Counterfeit. Hey, look at this, a phony. You better tell your old man to give you another one. Is this counterfeit? Certainly. Look at General Grante, his nose shouldn't happen to Jimmy Duranty. Yeah, well, wait a minute, Flint. Oh, what a setup. Just like that. Give me a grand, Pop. I got a hunch my ship is coming in at Miami this afternoon. Oh, what a setup. Here you are, Flint. Yeah, thanks, Eddie. That's more like it. You tell your old man to pass that phony C note in church. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, yeah. Well, here's my card and here's your ticket. Now you hang on to that. Might be worth a hundred grand. Ha ah, ha, ha, huh. OK, Martin. Hey, hey, hey. Are you all right? You look kinda green. Oh, you just been looking at too much dough, Martin. Well, maybe. OK, you drop around this afternoon all about three. Your dog is running in. And, uh, just call me Finch. So long, Finch. So long, Eddie. Hello? Sullivan, this is Mr. Bartholomew. Yes, sir. Speak up! Yes, sir! That's better, Sullivan. Sullivan, I want you to send a nice new $100 bill to St. Paul's Church in Skarsdale. A Christmas gift. Put it in a plain envelope and write Joyock's Noel on it. Wrap it in a piece of paper so no one will know what it is in the post office. I want to send a nice little anonymous gift as a surprise. Nice crisp $100 bill. Oh, I know just the one, Mr. Bartholomew. What's that? Yes, sir. Hey, Eddie. Eddie, it's okay. I got by. What? I'm clear. The auditors missed it. Hey, what's the matter? Aren't you glad? You mean you ain't going to jail? Not this year. Are you sure, Sam? Positive. The auditors are through. Not a chance of getting caught. Not a chance, Sam. Not a chance, Eddie. Well, there could be a slip-up. No, there couldn't. What's the matter with you? Say, aren't you glad? I'm sure. Sure. Look, I'm doing the hand springs. Boy, oh boy. Of course, it doesn't solve things completely. Yeah, you said it. I'm still short. But that's okay. Oh, sure. I'll think of something. I got a whole year. Well, I'm very glad. Don't get it, though. Bartholomew, but ring me up. He says we know everything's in good shape, Sam. No use putting those auditors to any more trouble. Just have them check the cash, and that'll wind it up. The cash? Sam, will you hand me that Dixie cup by the typewriter? Sure. You dry? Very. Say, say, what's on your mind? Just two or three years. That's all. Now, I suppose you're going to tell me that you've been swiping postage stamps. Oh, no, no, nothing as bad as that. Look, I'm your pal, Sam. Sure. I'd do anything for you. I know, Eddie, then talk sense. I hated to think of you in sing-sing for six months, Sam, so I'm going there myself for a few years. What are you saying? I swiped a thousand bucks and betted on a hundred-to-one shot at Tropical Park, Sam. You swiped? Oh, no. Oh, no. No! Eddie, you're kidding me. I did it for you, Sam. A guy don't get a chance to prove his friendship very often. Friendship? You talked to me of friendship at a time like this? Oh, we might as well be in sing-sing right now. Yeah, and me the longest. I hope so, of all the dumb tricks. Didn't make any entries, I suppose. I just took it. How'd you come to bet on a horse? What bookies do you know? Here's his car, Eddie. He just happened in by accident. A ten-ton truck should just happen in by accident and run over you. Well, maybe he'd give it back, Sam. Oh, sure. The bookies are that way. Philanthropus, all of them. Probably no such address as this. Don't be hard on me, will you, Sam? After all, I risk my own neck to save yours. No greater love. Maybe this horse will win. Yeah, maybe Al Flandon will, too. Well... Oh, shut up. Fake an entry in the books. Then we'll pay Mr. Fink Martin a call. Friendship. Yeah, yeah, friendship. Well, we're in this together, pal. 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Get Roma Port tomorrow and enjoy Roma's delightful taste luxury. Insist on Roma, R-O-M-A, for uniformly fine quality at low cost. Discover why more Americans enjoy Roma than any other wine. And now Roma wines bring back to our Hollywood soundstage, Keenan Wynne as Eddie and Hume Cronin as Sam, partners in crime in double entry, a play well calculated to keep you in suspense. On a subway up to the bookies place, I didn't say a word. I just stared at the ads and I kept thinking of how I'd messed things up and wondered what Sam was thinking. The window we sat in here had bars on it and I felt like I was already in jail. Well, we got there. It was a great big, large room. I'm the millionaire bookkeeper. Hi, Eddie. Hi, Eddie. Welcome to our humble joint. Of course, it ain't like Hialeah, but... But it's as close as we can get to it in New York. Yeah, I know. Oh, this is Sam Crockett, my boss. Oh, glad to meet you, Mr. Crockett. Smart man you got workin' for. He's gonna make himself a pile of dough this afternoon, ain't ya, Eddie? Look, Martin, this is all a mistake. The fact is he wasn't his money. Oh, I know that. It was his old man's. He stole it from the company. Now, Eddie, would you do a thing like that? Uh-huh. Well, I am surprised. I thought your old man ran the place. He was trying to help someone, so... So he helped himself to a thousand bucks, huh? Martin, give us a break and return the money. We'll both go to jail if we don't put it back. Atropical park in the sixth scratch dough boy number 624. Gee, I'm... I'm sorry, fellas, but I can't do nothin' about it. I've turned in the dough already. I just work here. I can't get it back. You gotta help us, Martin. Well, I'd like to, Crockett, but gee, how can I? Look, this is a business. Suppose when I ask the boss, he says it's a contract. He can't back out neither can you. Where would we be if we asked you to take your money back? Yeah, but don't you see, we'll go to Sing Sing Fink? One extra post time for the third atropical place. Look, look, look, maybe those bills will counterfeit, huh? You know, you could telecast you to those no good, huh? How can I? Eddie, he can spot a phony from 50 yards. The auditors are checking our books now, Martin. Well, all I can say is I'm sorry, and, well, I hope this nag wins for you, but I can't do a thing about it. Atropical park. Sunk, Eddie. You sounded like you meant it, huh? Well, so what? Let's go. Well, ain't you interested in hearing a race over the loudspeaker? No. Well, I am. It's me that started this whole thing, and I'm gonna get my money's worth. The correction Sylvester is riding altruism. Hey, hey, did you hear that, Sam? You mean we got a jockey? Oh, no, don't be funny, this guy Sylvester's hot. He's winning two or three races a day. Atropical in the third, they're away at 317. Hey, they're off! I got ears. Yeah. At the quarter, it's a wall along by a head, a dive bomber is second, Calumet Palace third, by a half a length, the gun in this fourth, the Westwood hoe is fifth, the file clerk is sixth, and the valiant net, the seventh, the machine, the flick is eighth, the timid soul is ninth, the golden west is tenth, and the test tube auction block, early riser, and the altruism. No wonder you got 101. There's 100 horses. Yeah, that's not a race. It's a caravan. Last place. Now, are you satisfied? Okay, Sam, let's go. Man, a war couldn't win in a crowd like that unless he cut across the infield. Oh, you sure? Well, come on. What are you waiting for? I'm not waiting. Hey, quit pushing me. Am I pushing you? At the half a length, the valiant net, the wall along is second, by two, the test tube is third, by a nose, the dive bomber is fourth, and the gun in this fifth, Calumet Palace, the Westwood hoe, the file clerk, the timid soul, the golden west, the early riser, the machine, the flick, and the altruism. Auction block has dropped out. That nag has taken the pause that refreshes. Well, he's come up. If enough drop out, he can win. Yeah, and a race at half the last two days, huh? Why didn't they run it in heats? Well, might as well hang around till the end, huh Sam? Oh, well, I guess so. The end of the stretch is a valiant net still leading by a length, the test tube is second, by a nose, the wall along is third, and the coming up on the outside is altruism. Hey, did he say altruism? He said it. Get the results. Hey, Porky, how about the finish? Coming over the line. Oh, Sylvester, Sylvester, ride, boy, ride! Don't ring your hands. It's too late to pray. The race is over. Yeah, well, who won? How do I know who won? The wire's always a minute behind. We got a chance. It's too close for comfort. Oh, why did Flint let me take that bet? The winner of the third at Tropical Park is, um, altruism. Oh! An audio like that! He won! Am I a jump now? Oh, you're a champ, Eddie, a champ. Oh, it was nothing, Sam. Only a sap could do it. Oh, thanks. Holy smoke. This doesn't... Oh, Fink, I almost forgot. You've got a fork over. Oh, that's just about bust this joint. Hey, how about calling it off? Remember what you said about contracts? Yeah, but, gee, if I didn't know they were switching Sylvester onto that door... Then we get paid off. Right now, Crockett. Come on. Come on over the cash here. Cash? Do we have to take cash? Oh, absolutely. We ain't got no bank account. First thing you know, we'd have to pay income tax. Well, you can deduct this loss. Ah, yeah. All right, give me your ticket. Here. Here's a cashier at this window. 100 grand speed. Hey, the cashier don't bat an eye. I'm gonna... Hey, the cops! The cops are late! Everybody back door! Hey! The cops jugged everyone into place. Fink and the other gamblers got away with the 100 grand, and we had to wait until morning for a trial. Every silver lining has a rip in it. I don't see how they got away. I'm sore. We sit here in the can and they're off with all that dough. Well, we were framed. This whole thing was planned. You're crazy. How did Martin know altruism would win? Can't turn on a police raid like a shower bath. Well, how are we ever gonna find those guys? We won't. And if we do, it won't do us any good because you haven't got the ticket anymore. Even if you have, you couldn't force them to pay. Gambling isn't legal, you know. Oh, that's nice dreary music. Might as well get used to it. We'll be living in quarters like this for quite some time. Hey, here comes the keeper. You got a visitor, boys? An auditor. Name a Martin. Fink Martin. Hiya, boys. Now, you coming to pay us off? Well, not exactly. No. You see, Mike, the boss, he don't want to pay. You wouldn't chisel, Fink. Oh, no. On the level, I thought this guy flint was square. Now he's welting on all his debts and he's blowing town. He's got a grand of mine. Oh, that's a great story, Martin. Well, I don't have to tell stories, do I? I could have stayed away from here, Crockett. It's nice to see you again, Fink. Still taking bets? All right. We'll just shut you up, Eddie. Hey, a thousand bucks. Yeah, a thousand bucks. It's all I got. It's my own dough. Well, that's the best I can do, Eddie. Hey, God, let me out of here. Gee, I don't know what to say, Fink. Say no to the next book you meet, Eddie. Them nags is poison. Well, it was fun for a while, Fink. I wouldn't take your dough, but... Say no more. Put it back where it came from, Sam. And try to forget you've ever seen me. So, there I was, back where I started at Scratch. All I had to do was put the dough back in a cash drawer. The next morning, after paying a $10 fine, we took the subway downtown. Sam read the paper and I just stayed at the ads as usual. Quite a story about altruism. A picture of Sylvester here, just a kid. 19, weighs 105. Hey, look at that ad. It says, spell it backwards. If they want you to read it that way, why don't they turn it around? Hey, Eddie. Eddie, look. Well, what is it, Sam? This picture. It's Bartholomew. They've arrested him. Well, what for? Embezzlement. But that's you, Sam. Listen to this. Mr. Bartholomew, confess to having embezzled company funds to the tune of a quarter of a million dollars when auditors discovered a shortage in cash of $1,000. So that's why he was hurrying those guys around. Let me see. What a business. Everyone in it is a crook. Hey, Sam, where you going? Back to the police station. I'm giving myself up. Giving yourself up? You're nuts. No, Eddie. I'd never sleep again if I escaped scot-free. Besides, I'd like to get away from Alice for about six months. Yeah, but Sam! So, Sam went to the police and gave himself up. But guess what? They didn't want him. They already had their man. He wrote out a confession. He offered to show them the books, but they just laughed at him. Called him a publicity seeker. He pleaded with him, but it was no use. Even Bartholomew called him a fool. Imagine, Sam fought for the right to go to prison and they laughed at him. Well, that's what happens when a bookkeeper tries to get out of the rut. There's no escape. Yeah. Sam would've preferred a few quiet months in syncing breakin' rocks. He could've got rid of his ulcers. Huh, he would've got away from Alice. But no. Hey, Eddie. Hand me that Dixie Cup, will ya? Oh, your ulcers botherin' ya again, Sam? Yeah, somethin' awful. These ledgers are driving me nuts. Suspense. Resented by Roma Wines, R-O-M-A. Made in California for enjoyment throughout the world. 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