 This week... Hideout! In programs, we told you the story of the liberation of the American civilian internees in the Philippines. Now we're going to tell you the story of a courageous woman correspondent who refused to give in to the Japs. Instead, she fled Manila in the wake of the advancing enemy and lived in the hills of Luzon, the loyal Filipino guerrillas. Her name, Doris Johnston. Most time, Miss Johnston. You are sure you want to go with us? I'm ready, Manuel. You're crazy, Doris. Stay with us in Manila. No, Bill. I know what I'm doing. But you're a woman, Doris. Hiding out in the mountains is all right for a man. We must hurry, Miss Johnston. Japs, get closer. Yes, Manuel. Listen, Bill. I saw what the Japs did to Henkau in 1938, and I know what they're going to do to Manila. I'll take the hills. Now look, Doris. Please hurry. It's a long, Bill, and good luck. Come on, Manuel. We go, Doris. Doris, come back. His name is Doris Johnson, news reporter. That is Johnson, reporter. Well, good. She escaped in hills, January 2, 1942, with a Filipino named Manuel Lopez. We must find out. Do you hear? Scour the hills of Luzon. This woman is dangerous to Japan. We will find her. Don't worry. Already, our scouts are calming the hills of Luzon. How much farther, Manuel? No time, Miss Johnston. Japs is coming. We must hurry. I'm hurrying. Wait. What's with him? Wait. Get behind rock. Japs. Where? Listen, friend, huh? He's the love. Japs scouts. They're more down the valley. There he is. Hurry. More Japs come soon. Out of the peak. It is safer. Come, meet our leader. Woman. Yes, she comes with me all the way from Manila. Miss Johnston, our leader. I'm glad to know you, Felipe. The Filipinos' guerrillas welcome you. Who's there? Yes, Felipe. Some food. Tell me, Manuel, what did you find out? The Japs, are they...? They almost caught us. Yes, we got one. But even now they are calming the hills of Luzon, searching for us. The teens of the Indian police. The woman got right out from all searching parties. But we managed to elude them for the first few months. And during that time, I watched the Filipino guerrilla movement grow from small bands of students into disciplined, responsible groups, raiding Japanese outposts in the mountains of Luzon, striking light lightning, and then withdrawing to their hideouts. Japs, ready for the end of the valley? Which way are they heading? This way, up the mountain. Get them in together. We must give them a welcome. We can be violent through friendship. How? We have burned their towns to the ground, tortured the inhabitants. But suppose we were to... Suppose we were to organize a, shall we say, neighborhood association, make friends with the Filipinos and use them to spy on the guerrillas. Hmm. It might work. But yet... There is no harm in trying. Is there? No. No. There is no harm in trying. The Japanese organized their neighborhood associations not only to capture guerrilla leaders, but to lure me from the hills of Luzon, away from my guerrilla friends. It worked to a point. By bribes, they persuaded some Filipino families to spy on one another. But the way this spying was carried out, well... Ha ha ha ha. You understand? You spy on me and I spy on you. Eh, Felipe? It is funny. The Japs go to my family in the village of Sanquilla. First they tell my little son to spy on my older son. Then they tell my older son to spy on my daughter. And my daughter to spy on my wife. And who does your wife spy on? She spy on me. What do they tell the Japs? They must tell them something. Oh, they do. They do. They tell Japs, we are at such and such a place. And when the Japs go there, they say we have just left and are at another such and such a place. Ha ha ha. I'm beginning to understand. Yes, Miss Johnson. The Jap Tong is hanging out much long. I spy on you. Ha ha ha. I tried everything. No. There is one thing we have not tried. This is Gerida Lida. His name is Felipe Garam. Huh. He has a family. Two boys. One girl. Wife. Yes. She is all with the young son. And what of the young son? Tell him we will murder his family. Unless this newspaper woman is surrendered to us. At once. Excellent. What the Filipino got realized, no? I can promise you that, Felipe. I wonder what your people thinks. Perhaps they think you are dead, no? You know, it has been two years since you last Manila with me. Yes, two years and two months, Manuel. It's hard to believe that this is March 1943. You are one of us, Miss Johnson. And we shall never forget Felipe. Listen. Someone's coming. It's Diego, my young son. Papa. He's come 19 miles from your village, Felipe. Diego, something wrong. The Jap's. They take Mama, Lucrestia, Quito. Your family, Felipe. What else, Diego? What else? Jap commander. He's the old guy on this American woman. Sign us. Cagnaya. No, no. Jap's he must have answered tonight. We answer with this. No, Felipe. This time the gun does not help. I'm going to give myself up. No, Miss Johnson. Yes, Felipe. Hiding and sharing your privations and risks is one thing. But your family. No, I can't do that. You are a brave woman, Miss Johnson. I'm proud to have been one of you. Miss Johnson. Don't say it, Felipe. I understand. Diego? Yes, Miss. We haven't much time. We must start that at once. Jack-o-man is here tonight. He must come or he'll kill all of us. I had no choice. The chase was over. I entered a certain town on the morning of March 13th, 1943, and went to a pre-arranged house. There I sat alone and waited. Johnson, war correspondent. I am. You are under arrest. Two months in Japanese jails in Central Luzon before being interned at Los Seños as an enemy alien. There I remained until my rescue by American terror troopers. I left Los Seños in a tank. Once I looked back and saw columns of smoke rising from the distance. Our prison was a blazing inferno. But through the smoke and flames, I could see the smiling faces of Manuel and Felipe, and I could guess what they were thinking up in the hills of Luzon. We are free now, Miss Johnson. Till we meet again in Manila, long live freedom. There's dramatic soul-stirring United Press story hideout. A saga of the gallant Filipino guerrillas. United Press correspondents are in the thick of battle on every fighting front around the globe and in the capitals of the free world, bringing you the latest developments of the war, sending you colorful accounts such as this of the action that will ultimately spell victory. We will bring you another thrilling story of these soldiers of the press soon. Be sure to listen. And listen for United Press news on the air. Look for United Press dispatchers in your favorite newspaper. They are your guarantee of the world's best coverage of the world's biggest news.