 Lux presents Hollywood. The Lux Radio Theatre brings you James Cagney and Sylvia Sidney in Blood on the Sun. Ladies and gentlemen, here's your producer, Mr. William Keely, who came to Hollywood with one of tonight's stars, James Cagney, and directed five of Cagney's most successful pictures, including The Bridecame COD and The Fighting 69. Mr. William Keely. Greetings from Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen. Shortly before the war, when I was at the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo, I was amazed at the evidence of fascist might around me. Strutting German officers with swastikas, high-ranking, uniformed Italians, and imperial Japanese mingling in a fraternity of arrogant aggression. Now that all that is ground to dust, I wonder more than ever how we managed to mistake the signs that pointed so clearly to Pearl Harbor, that infamous data treachery that we observed this coming Friday. Suddenly, as it happened, we know now that Japan's attack was long and carefully planned, following almost to the letter a secret document known as the Tanaka Plan. Tonight's play gives an exciting interpretation of one of the world's great mysteries, the disposition of that document. It is William Cagney's screen hit, Blood on the Sun, starring James Cagney and Sylvia Sydney in their original screen roles. Some time ago, it was my privilege to direct Jimmy in a play on Broadway called Penny Arcade, a play which, incidentally, brought both Jimmy and me to Hollywood. And during these lux rehearsals, we've had many chats about our old friends on Broadway. I have an interesting letter from one of those old friends, Elizabeth Justice. Elizabeth is an expert to whom literally thousands of theatrical costumes and fabulous stage draperies have been sent for cleansing. You can imagine what a responsibility that is. She reminds me that now we're both interested in the same business, the care of fine fabrics. She goes on to say, even for delicate fabrics, we know lux is completely safe, and that anything washable at all will come out of lux suds as colorful as when it went in. It's our business to know the best. That's the way we feel about lux. To Miss Justice, greetings and many thanks for those kind words. It's time for the first act of tonight's play, Blood on the Sun, starring James Cagney as Nick Condon and Sylvia Sidney as Iris Hilliard. These events begin and end just about the time when thousands of boys, now buried in places like Okinawa and Iwo Jima, and beneath the waters of the Karo Sea, were flying their first kites or bringing home their first report card from school. Yes, all this took place 15 or so years ago in a city called Tokyo, Japan. There was in Tokyo then a newspaper owned by an American and published for the English-speaking residents of Japan. One afternoon, the owner had two unexpected callers, Major Kazuyoka of the Imperial Army and Sergeant Oshima of the city police. Gentlemen, you must believe me. I knew absolutely nothing about this article being printed. You are the owner of the Tokyo Chronicle and you know nothing of its contents? But I told you I was out of town a little early this morning. Do you hear that crowd out there rioting and violence? Foolish students who believe what you have printed. Listen to this. According to Baron Tanaka's plan, if Japan wants to control China, Japan must first crush the United States. Lies! Lies! Please, my managing editor will be here any second now. Now doubt he has excellent explanation for this. Sure laid for Mr. Kanden's explanations. This is insult to a Baron Tanaka and Japanese people. If you want to see me, Mr. Bickert, get in here, Kanden, and start explaining. Oh, hello, Major. Sergeant Oshima. Nick, look at these headlines. Have you gone out of your mind? Every word is a lie. Oh, now, just a minute. You must disclose source of your information. Police must know name of this traitor. Well, that's fair enough. The name of the traitor is The American Press. That article is simply a reprint of what has already appeared in three New York newspapers. I cannot believe it. Check your counsel in New York. Very unfortunate. When American newspapers print slander, fine American people receive poor impression of Japanese friendship. Oh, I agree. There's one thing I hate, is to give anyone a poor impression of Japanese friendship. Ah, thank you. You see, I told you it wasn't our fault. Yes. I am sure we can count on Tokyo Chronicles for cooperation. Come, Sergeant. Good morning, gentlemen. Hey, good day. Good day. Oh, you can't do this to me, Nick. Suppose they shut me down. Two years ago, when I took over this rag, it was on one condition. That I run it. I know, Nick. I know, but you can't do this. Tired of the deal? Oh, of course not. But printing rumors like this, I know now that it's more than a rumor. Because those two birds wouldn't have called on you. I'll have Oli Miller look into it. Look into it? You're going to write a retraction. I'll be happy to, and they prove the story's false. Nick, are you sure that piece within the New York newspapers... New Yorkers were reading it yesterday. Yesterday? Then how could you have read it? Read it? Boss, I wrote it. Nick, for the love of Mike, I... Wait. Where are you going? To the Continental Café. I've developed a sudden thirst. Hey, hi, Nick. I thought you'd be in jail by this time. Hello, Johnson. It's a nice throat you got, Nick, but somebody's going to have to slid at the same place. I heard the police had collected all the chronicles from the newsstand. Well, I hope you got your copy, Bogalov. Okay, well, any part of it you want to Moscow. By the way, anybody seen Oli Miller around? Say, uh, who's that at the table there with Guffey? We just were asking the same question. Whoever he is, he's known. See you later, boys. I owe Guffey a drink. They meet Joe Cassell just in from Shanghai. Oh, glad to know you, Condon. Scotch and Soda? Well, thanks. Wait, huh? Free Scotch and Soda? See, let's see now. Let's see. Joe Cassell. Oh, yes, yes. Covered criminal courts for the old telly in New York, then went to Russia, and then peaking. Worked for the American Press Association for a while. Hey, that's a memory. Hey, Nick, we're just in the foreign office. That story here has him buzzing like cornets. Take it up. Oh, little here, little there. You know, Dave. Of course you know there's not a grain of truth in it. I don't know anything, do you? Only that the Chinese are trying desperately to arouse public opinion against Japan. Why would they want to do that? Take attention away from their own internal mess. I just spent four years there, and I know. I lived there six years myself. Not that I have a tremendous admiration for the Chinese people. Oh, I see. Some of my best friends are Chinese, huh? Here's our drinks. Here's to you, Joe. Oh, thanks. Excuse, Mr. Condon. Yes, Mr. Miller has just made entrance. Oh, thanks. Excuse me, boys. I've got to see Ollie. Say, Ollie, Nick's been looking for you. Good. Got to buy him a drink. Got to buy everybody a drink. Hey, can't you see our front page? Kind of late, huh? Come on, set him up. Hey, will you get a load of that roll? And look, a ticket, see? Two tickets for home on the SS Nagara Maru. Leave him tonight. I want to know about that dough. Come on, Ollie. Where did you get it? Forget it. I'm quitting this Godforsaken land. I'll probably settle down and write a book. And if I don't write a book, I'll, uh... Oh, oh, hi, Nick. Hello, Ollie. Excuse yourself. We're going to have a little talk. I'm sure, Nick. Anything for Nick. Say, was that a story you broke? You know what my wife said? Either said, you're just about the best. All right, Ollie. Where did you get that money? I might well take offense at your tone. But I prefer to remember you are my friend and former employer. Former employer? I'm just attributed to your jealousy over my good fortune. You quitting me? Tonight. Me and either. SS Nagara Maru. I'll try it again. Where did you get the money? Nick, take a tip from me. This place is getting hot in the inside of Fujian. Get out. You mixed up in anything shady? Me? Ollie Miller? Now, don't forget, Nick. Nagara Maru. A deck number 23. Whole sweep. I'll tell you what champagne tell you how much I love you. Man's best friend, you dog. And so long now, got things to do. Lots of things to do. Hello? Hello? Sergeant Osma? Yes? Officer Hijikata reporting, sir. Miller has just left Continental Cafe. He has been speaking with Condon. Good. Follow Condon. Don't let him out of your sight. Why, Nick, come in. Thanks. Hey, I saw that husband of yours a little while ago. Told me the news. Where's the big Lomax now? Don't know. Probably be along soon. Well, Ollie was on the level. Look at those trunks. Lucky we've got two staterooms, Nick. All this stuff. Yes, Nick, we're leaving. How does Ollie explain it to you? He doesn't, but I don't care. Just as long as we're going home. Ollie said something about a contract for a book at Bams Royalty, Scads of Money. Mm, fine, fine. Nick, I don't care. Maybe he stole the emperor's treasure, but we're leaving. Sure, oh, I just don't want to see him in a jam because of anything, well, irregular. If there's anybody he'd tell what this is all about, it would be you. Well, that's what's worried me. He hasn't. You'll be at the boat tonight? Oh, sure. Maybe he'll open up then. What time? We're going aboard at 10. Mm. Oh, Nick, I wish you were coming with us. Mm-hmm, thanks, Ollie. Well, uh, I'll see you at the boat. Good evening, Condon-san. Well, Sergeant Oshma. The standing of the gang playing along. Sorry if I kept you waiting. Why do you wish to board ship? Say goodbye to some friends. Any objections? Perhaps Purser here has questions. Our name, please? My name? Why don't you ask Officer Hijikata? He just stuck behind that packing case over there. He's been telling me all day. Please, to answer questions. All right, I'll give you an answer. I'm thinking this hits a new low in stupidity even for the imperial police. I'm Nick Condon, and I'd like to see Mr. and Mrs. Miller. Suite 23, aid deck. Anything else? Oh, yes. Mr. and Mrs. Miller have not yet arrived. And I'll wait for them on deck. Oh, sorry. I'm not permitted. Oh, that's OK. I've got a press card, see? I'll see you later. Oh, come back. Let him go. Police will take care of this. 21, 23. Anybody home? Is that you in there? Can I come in? What kind of a gag is this? OK, I'll turn on the light and well, if it's... Oh, no, no. This is Nick Condon. I want Charlie Sprayton quick. Yes, Mr. Charlie, this is Nick. Listen, there's trouble. Edith Miller's been murdered. What? Yeah, don't ask any questions. I'll phone you from the dock. When I went into Olly's suite, someone was leaving. A woman. All I saw was a hand when she closed the door. A hand with a ruby ring. Look, I'm coming right down. Find out where the ambassador is and get a call through to him right away. Sure, Nick, sure. With me? Oh. OK, well, maybe he's there now. I'll phone you from there. I'm not a word about this to a soul. I'm still alive. Who did it? Who did I? Who shot you? If I don't, that would be so tough. I'd have asked for more money. I make that paper the day. That was a good guess. It's true. All of it. Here I'd be a guess any more, Nick. Here. This envelope. Here you get. What's in it, Olly? Botanical plan. Official copy. It sure is now. I'm glad. I'm glad Edith got away. OK. Tell her I... Who is it? Buddy. Very sorry to disturb. It's all my data. Desperate criminal. Get police. We must search. Nick. Look at the plan. I do. They're after it. But where? The emperor. Hide it behind the picture. Thanks, Olly. I wouldn't dare to start a picture of emperor. Edith. Edith, I'm sorry. I missed the boat. Olly. Open the door. Oh. Open. Relax, Osman. I'm coming. Criminal may be hiding here. My men must search. Redogan. Nanika. Here. See you on the floor, Sergeant. So, criminal is here. Don't you mean victim? And let him alone. He's dead. Oh, too bad. However, we must still search house. Sembo. Find what you're looking for? No. We did not. Now you come with us to make report to Captain Yamada. After I phone my office. Not permitting telephone. Come, please. Come. Good morning, condom son. Hello, Yamada. Can I use your phone? Thanks. Hello. Tokyo Chronicle, please. Mr. Sprague. Call me when you've got it. Start explaining, Yamada. Among other things, my country doesn't like its national stone in a jug overnight without any charge. Without any charge? Sergeant Oshima. Our report is on your desk, Captain. Oh, yes, sir. Much esteem at ATAR had celebration in home. Guilty in tents. Coursing complaints from neighbors. Police make for right request Guilty sees. Request ignored. Police enter home. Find Niklas Cordon very much under influence of Saki. Attempts to fight police. Bradley, police put Mr. Cordon in city jail to protect him. Oh, fine. I'm beginning to catch on. Because holding you in much esteem, you are now free to go. So, hello, Charlie? Oh, mine. Never mind. Never mind. Pick me up right away in front of the city jail and bring along a camera. Okay, Nick. And hurry. Now, I'd like to do a little talking, Yamada. Yes? I'm making a charge right now against Sergeant Oshima. Oshima, you killed two Americans last night. One of them now got a maru and the other in my house. You have proof? Gundon-san and Saki have big bite last night. Saki wins. I suppose you weren't at the harbor either last night. Is your car there? And at my house? Oh, Beth, you forget about dreams, Gundon-san. Go home. If I may try, big joke. Hope not to see you here again soon. We'll see, boys. We'll see. Nick, what am I doing here at your house with a camera? You can put it away, Charlie. You told me Ollie was dead that his body was here on the floor. Don't you see? Just look around. They must have come back again last night. They cleaned up everything. Even the blood stains on the floor. Even the... What's the matter? Isn't the Emperor's picture straight? It's gone. What's gone? Never mind. Don't you see how they framed all this? So they framed it. But what's behind it? If Ollie and Edith are dead, what happened to their bodies? I don't know. That woman on the boat with the ruby ring. Well, you've got to believe me. Nick, somewhere along the line, all this ties in with that story of yours in yesterday's paper, doesn't it? That's an understatement. If the things you printed about Baron Tanaka were true, here we go again. Come in. Mr. Condon, please. I'm Condon. What is it? I am Mr. Ayashi of the Foreign Office. Well... Please permit me to escort you to audience with this Excellency, Premier General Baron Tanaka. I'll be glad to see Baron Tanaka, Mr. Ayashi. This afternoon. This Excellency await you at his home. Now. Oh, so the Baron has plans, huh? I wonder what this one is like. James Cagney and Sylvia Sidney return in act two of Blood on the Sun after our intermission interview. Our guest tonight is the lovely young wife of one of RKO's talented producers, Mrs. Richard Berger, a dancing star before she married Dick. Not dancing these days, are you, Sherry? No, not since Dick has been in Hollywood. I did my dancing at the New York stage for Lawrence Schwab and Ziggfeld and other famous producers. Ever dance in the movies? Yes, in the days when they used to shoot dance routines on the stage of a New York theater. And your specialty was... Acrobatic routine. I did one in my last show that was so strenuous. Oh, it makes me tired to think of it. That was when I really appreciated Lux, Mr. Kennedy. Yes? Why especially? Because my stockings took an awful beating. But they stood up amazingly well. You see, I discovered that the wardrobe, Mrs. Lux, some every night. And I'm sure that's why they lasted so long. An old Broadway and Hollywood custom, Sherry? Yes, on Broadway, the wardrobe department had a model. Don't trust a Lux. Trust a Lux. And I follow that rule in my own home. It's a good one, isn't it, Mr. Kennedy? It's a good rule for women everywhere, Mrs. Berger. Lux does make stockings last longer. Strain tests prove Luxing actually cuts down runs. Rayon, nylon, silk or cotton, Lux's stockings lasted twice as long as those washed with a strong soap or rubbed with a cake of soap. No matter what kind of stockings I have, you can be sure that they'll get Lux's care. Then there are Lux fans on both sides of the Berger family. I know RKO's wardrobe department specifies Lux's care. By the way, what is Dick's next picture, Sherry? Is it a story of international intrigue like RKO's new picture, Corned? No, it's a comedy about a returning veteran. Right now, the title of it is, It's a Likely Story. But that may be changed when they start shooting. Dick will make a fine picture, I'm sure. And thank you for being our guest tonight, Sherry. It's curtain time again, and here's act two of Blood on the Sun, starring James Cagney as Nick and Sylvia Sidney as Iris. It's a few minutes later, and as he drives to his unexpected meeting with Premier Tanaka, Nick Condon examines the fantastic web that is being spun about him. The bold hints he published of a Japanese scheme for world conquest have been verified. Two of his friends have been murdered, and the Tanaka plan has come into his possession only to disappear. In the garden of his home, Premier Tanaka entertains two prior visitors, the elderly Prince Tetsugi, and a strangely beautiful girl. Condon will be here momentarily. You will remain Iris? I'd rather not. I'm afraid Iris is unhappy these days, Prince Tetsugi. In the future, I would be less unhappy if I were not called upon to search the effect of a murdered woman. It will not happen again, my dear. May I leave now? Of course. Good day, Excellencies. Baron Tanaka, I too am leaving, but first I must tell you something. I have expressed my fears to the Emperor concerning your policies. What would you have me do? You have great influence. You still could check the militaries. I have tried, but I'm an old man and I have failed. Without armed strength, we perish. That is my view. It will lead Japan to disaster. We see the problem differently. I do not agree. Excuse me, Excellency, they are here. Mr Hayashi and Mr Condon. Good. Tell Colonel Tojo and Major Kajioka that they are all coming together. Yes, Excellency. I will leave now, Baron Tanaka. As you wish, Prince Tetsugi. I regret the loss of your valiant support. There is no need for formalities, Mr Condon. Do you know Colonel Tojo? We've met. I also know Major Kajioka, Imperial Secret Police. Well, Mr Condon, your front page yesterday was very embarrassing. Can't please everybody, can we? You see, it was the most inopportune time for such an article. Perhaps you will explain, Colonel Tojo. Bluntly, Mr Condon, certain subversive factions are trying desperately to invent some sort of incident to threaten the present government. They are responsible for the malicious Roma, which you regrettably put into print. Exactly. These rumors of a document bearing my name and endorsing world conflict are ridiculous. But what if they are taken seriously by the wrong people? A blazing fire would result to find costly to extinguish. I see. And you like the chronicle to put on a Fire Prevention Week campaign? Is that it? Mr Condon, the Imperial Secret Police have just uncovered a plot to smuggle a forged document out of Japan. A man named Oliver Miller is involved. Seems you haven't been told. Mr and Mrs Oliver Miller were murdered last night. Yes. We've written the papers this morning of your escapade last night. In your incoherent condition, you spoke of this unpleasant fantasy. As we were concerned even more than you were worried about, right? We are made to be contacted to Nagata Maru at sea. The captain assures us that Mr. and Mrs. Miller enjoy perfect health. Isn't it clear to you now? Perfectly clear. So if you send Mr. Miller a radiogram, I am sure he will return the document to us through you. You will profit greatly. And we will all laugh at the strange hallucination you experienced last night. All right. Here are my terms. I have been informed that the murderers of Oli Miller and his wife have been brought to trial and convicted. Then, and only then, the thing you're looking for may turn up. Goodbye, gentlemen. Nick, why meet me here at the cafe? Why not the office? Because I can't even trust our boss, Mr. Bickett. I don't want him to suspect anything. I can't spill much, Charlie. Well, after I left Tonica, I went to the embassy. They're sending me back to Washington. Washington? But I... I, uh, suppose you noticed bright eyes over there. Higikata? Sure. What if they find out you're leaving? Oli tried to leave, too, you know. The embassy is expressing a very special interest in my safety partner, a light but official. Now, uh, Charlie, get back to the office. I'm on a story in tomorrow's paper that says I'm sailing in 10 days on the President Wilson. Why the publicity? Just a hunch. That document that disappeared, well, the police haven't found it yet. That means that whoever did take it wants to get it out of Japan. If they know I'm sailing, maybe they'll try to contact me. Now, uh, kiss me goodbye, Charlie. Oh, oh, hello, Kessel. Hello, Sprague. I say, Condon, they will join you. We can't find a table. I wish you would. Condon, I'd like you to meet Miss Iris Hilliard. How do you do? Hello. Miss Hilliard just arrived from Shanghai. Kessel, you're crazy. You mean crazy? You had a reason for bringing Miss Hilliard here. No man in his right mind would willingly share her company. Well, Miss Hilliard, uh, how's Shanghai these days? Shanghai is always gay. For everyone but the Chinese. I saw a couple of friends off in the Naga tomorrow last night. You didn't by any chance come in on that boat, did you? Let go of my hand, please. Not until I get your glove off. Look here, Condon. I made a mistake, Miss Hilliard. You don't wear rings. What the devil do you mean? It's all right, Mr. Kessel. I'm sure Mr. Condon will explain. Excuse, please. Telephone for Mr. Kessel. I'll be back in a moment, Iris. I'm, uh, I'm sorry, Miss Hilliard. I'm not quite myself today. We're alone. You were wrong about Kessel. He isn't crazy. I wanted to come over here. Why? To meet you. I still say why. Perhaps I like your looks. Now how about leveling, huh? All right. I was told to meet you by a friend. A very wonderful old man in Shanghai. Shampooing? Yes. Oh, yes, yes, wonderful. He asked you to look me up? Yes. He said he hoped you hadn't changed. Guess what does that mean? First, we must become better acquainted. It was his desire. His desire just became my desire. Now, let's figure out the best way to go about this. You see, I'm leaving here in 10 days. Oh. Well, that's not so bad. Why don't we drink to them? To them. Hmm, to the 10 days. The 10 days that shook the world. Hey, waiter! Waiter! You got a couple of thirsty customers. Summoned you, my dear, because the police have just reported. You and Condon were in the continental café late this afternoon? Yes. Colonel told you when I am most interested in your report. I have made some progress. What progress, please? Mr. Condon finds me attractive. The introduction I arranged through Cassel works smoothly. Excellently, thank you. Please waste no time in finding out if Condon possesses the document. It would appear that he does. It is Mr. Condon's ambition to leave Tokyo in 10 days. I know. I have every hope for an early success. Hope alone will not suffice, Miss Elliot. Do not forget that. Daily Chronicle, one moment, please. Daily Chronicle, I'm sorry, Mr. Bickets in a meeting. Daily Chronicle, advertising, I'll connect you. Still too busy to see, Mr. Bickets? I have an idea. You've been trying to duck me all day. Well, that's ridiculous. What's on your mind, Nick? Joe Cassel, I've got a feeling you're giving Cassel my job after I leave for Washington. Well, as a matter of fact, I have been considering him. I didn't think the Japanese foreign office was running this paper. That's an insult. Nobody dictates to me. And what was Hayashi doing in your office? And what's Cassel doing in there now? It's a fine newspaper, man. Yeah, great. He ran a sheet in China that posed at the people's best friend. On the side, he set up a patriotic organization that collected nickels and dimes from the poor Chinese in the States to print anti-Japanese propaganda. Oh, what of it? Oh, nothing much. Instead of printing the propaganda, he lost the dough on the stock market. $160,000. His partner committed suicide and Cassel decided on a change of climate. I don't suppose you can prove that. All right. If that isn't enough, I'll dig up something and it'll make even your stomach crawl. Will you please stop trying to run my paper? All right. I'll stop right now. Oh, now, Nick, please, I'll give it some more thought. Where are you going? I've got a date for dinner. You know, maybe I shouldn't get so worked up about Cassel. If it wasn't for Joe introducing us, it's quite possible I wouldn't be having this date. So long, Bikker. What's the matter, Nick? There's something on your mind, isn't there? Yeah. I've got to know right now. Iris, after three days in Japan, what's your verdict? That's what's bothering you. Well, I think Japan is lovely. scenery's all right. The people you meet. The higher up you go, the lower they get. Then I'm lucky. I don't have to meet any important Japanese in my work. Work? Of course. I came here to study Japanese women. Why? Because they need help. They're not even considered human beings. They're not even allowed to think it's against the law. And so you've elected yourself to help them, huh? Why not? I'm a woman. I've been aware of that for some time. Chinese women are learning what it means to be free. If the women of Japan felt the same way... Will that stop Tanaka or Tojo and the rest of them? It might help. Well, speaking of Tanaka, maybe you've read the Chronicle. What do you know about the Tanaka Plan? That's a strange question. Nothing, of course. Not a very pleasant topic, is it? Well, what do you say we get out of here? Where should we go? That's easy. Where do you live? Oh. Once I'd like to be alone with you. I'd rather like the idea myself. Lady? Let's go home. Lady, lady. You do nothing but bewilder me. It's just the surroundings, Nick. You're going to find me a most simple person. Disappointed? Well, when I am, you'll know. Let's go. This is my maid. I brought her with me from China. Oh, my. This is Condon, Mr. Condon. Oh, good evening. Good evening. Houteng saying, get my? No, what an idea. What? What's wrong with a little music? I didn't know you understood Chinese. I'm going to go in there. She's incorrigible. Every time I have company, she wants to turn on the phonograph. 60 years old and hopelessly romantic. She's not exactly my type. But on the other hand, with a few alterations, you'd be... What sort of alterations? Rule one. Learn never to interrupt a conversation when it begins to get interesting. Rule two. Learn to sit with your chin tilted up. See? Like this. Like this? Wonderful. Now, keep perfectly still for just a... When did you leave China, Nick? Oh, fine. Fine. There goes rule one. Well, I left China two years ago. Cleveland seven years ago, Kansas City in the summer of 21. Now, would you like me to go through all the other towns just to get them out of the way? I don't think it'll be necessary, Nick. I just wanted to make sure to cover everything that you might interrupt with. Well, I'm afraid I'll have to interrupt you. Why? I was just thinking. I know. Thinking of changing the subject again. Now, let me tell you what I'm thinking. Perhaps I know. You're thinking I'm a desirable woman. Much more than that. Then be sensible, Nick. What I'm trying to tell you is that I'm half Chinese and half... I'm half Irish and half Norwegian. It's not the same thing. What are you trying to do? Run down the Irish? Thank you, Nick. Oh, stop it. Stop it. I hate gratitude. Now, just concentrate on rule number two. I tilt my head like this. Uh-huh. And I do like this. Hey, you've played kissing games before, haven't you? Oh, Nick, please. Where are you going? Look, out the window. They're across the street. Is he caught up? Nick, why is he following you? Are you in trouble? Certainly. But for a moment, I forgot about it. Sometimes talking helps. Sometimes. Well, it's kind of late, Iris. Will I, uh, will I see you tomorrow? I hope so, Nick. As well. Oh, by the way, uh, this guy can sell. You mean anything to you? Only an acquaintance. Why? I've written a little story about him for tomorrow's paper. He's not going to like it. Good night, Iris. Good night, Nick. This is an outrage, Colonel told you. I won't tolerate it. I repeat, Mr. Cassell, in view of your exposure by Mr. Condon in today's newspaper, you are no longer of any value to us. Don't be reasonable, Colonel. All you wanted of me is to stop China from getting that $160,000. It didn't happen the way we planned it, but what's the difference? The difference is our concern, and the manner in which these matters are accomplished. You make it necessary now for the Japanese government to clearly state we were never acquainted with you. And just where does that leave me? Nowhere. Surely you realize, Mr. Cassell, that he who is not a good friend of China cannot be a good friend of Japan? Most regrettable. You may go in now, Mr. Cassell. Mr. Condon will see you. Thanks. Close the door, Cassell. If you think I'm here to beef about that piece in the paper, you're wrong. No, then what? Condon, I... I made a terrible mistake doing the things I did. I don't know what got into me. The Chinese are great people. If you'd only come to me before printing that story, knock some sense into my... It doesn't brain your short, Uncle Cassell. Then maybe you'll listen to an idea. You're a decent guy, Condon, and what I've got in mind will work for both of us. I'm in trouble now because of that article. That was my intention. But I happen to know you're in worse trouble. I'm not going to let you get out of the country alive, but they don't suspect me. You have something that's worth a lot of money to the Chinese. You set the price. Only let me take it to China. Set myself up again with the right people, and you collect when you get back to the States. Take what to China? The Tanaka Plan. Oh, you've got it, Condon. I know that. What else do you know? Plenty. Didn't I frame the introduction for Tanaka between you and the Helian Dame? And don't I know she hasn't had any luck yet because you're playing it very cagey? What else? That's plenty, isn't it? You smear me for selling out China while you're waiting for a better offer from Tanaka to sell out your own country. Why, you didn't... Charlie. Yeah, Nick? Take over for a while, will you? And have somebody sweep out my office. There's some dirt on the rug. But I thought you were going to phone. Excuse me a moment. I'd like to change. I'm sure you would, in more ways than one. All right, start answering some questions. You were on the Naga tomorrow that night. What if I was? You work for Tanaka. No. That's a lie. You thought you were going great, didn't you? Had me shooting off my mouth with the Chinese people, tied me up with Champoling. You're going to build up a case against me for espionage and then have me boxed, huh? Either I give up the Tanaka plan or I spend the next ten years in a jail prison. Very cute. But you made one slip. You didn't know I knew about Kasell. Well, Kasell's just talk. May I say something? Plenty. To the United States Embassy. You're going to tell them how you killed Edith Miller? I didn't. Then you know who did and who killed her husband. Come on, who killed them? The names. Oshman, who else? What would you give for the names? The Tanaka plan. It's too late for that deal now. There's not enough money in Japan to buy that document. Then what are you risking your life for? To protect people in China and America you don't even know? To save humanity? Come on, let's get over to the Embassy. Are you sure? Are you sure you'd risk your life to protect the Tanaka plan if you have it? Don't worry. I do have it. No, you don't, Nick. I have it. Is this some more of your lies? This is the truth. Wait for me. I'm a terrorist. I'll bring it to you. We pause now for station identification. This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System. Our stars James Cagney and Sylvia Sidney will return in a moment for Act 3 of Blood on the Sun. What are all those charts and figures, Libby? They're full of facts about women. For example, how many dresses do you suppose a business girl buys in a year? Dozens, I suppose. Oh, goodness, no. It's all down in charts made by one of our stores. And the number is nine. Nine dresses a year. What are the statisticians discover? Well, these dresses take about 15% of the business girl's income, a big share. And I'll bet that doesn't include upkeep, either. But, Mr. Kennedy, that's where luxe flakes can be a wonderful help to a business girl in balancing her budget. Ever so many of today's fabrics can be safely washed at home the gentle luxe way. And it costs only about a penny to luxe the dress. Suppose you tell us just how it's done, Libby. Oh, it's simple. First, squeeze the end of the belt or the inside of a seam in lukewarm water. If the color doesn't run in water alone, you know it'll be safe in luxe. Then wash quickly in rich lukewarm luxe suds. Don't soak or rub and rinse in lukewarm water. For quick drying, roll the dress in a Turkish towel and press out the extra moisture. But be sure to unroll it at once. Put it on a hanger to dry and your dress is clean and fresh as a daisy. Strong soap, hot water, and rough handpink can fade colors and damage fabrics. Then a smart dress but with gentle luxe care, colors stay bright and fresh up to three times as long. So stick to luxe flakes, the care you know is safe. If you can't get luxe the first time you try, try again. More is on the way. Luxe is such thrifty care for nice things it's worth waiting for. Here's our producer, Mr. William Keely. After our play, we hope you'll join us backstage for a brief chat with tonight's stars. Here's the third act of Blood on the Sun with James Cagney as Nick and Sylvia Sidney as Iris. Just how closely Iris Hilliard is bound to Japanese treachery and Japanese espionage, Nick Condon doesn't know. But now as he stands in the terrace of an apartment, she places in his hands the infamous document proclaiming Japan's plot for world domination. This is it. This is what Ollie Miller gave me. It's why he died and his wife died. Where'd you get it? That night when they put you in jail. I was waiting in your garden. When they left, I found it. Behind the picture? Picture of the emperor held no fears for me. I'm not Japanese. Tell me, how close did I come in my article the other day? You missed me by millions of square miles. This is a plan for world conquest. China's only the start. Well, just what do you think we'll be doing when all this is going on? Sleeping until the bombs start falling. They're counting on that. That's why it's so important to get this to the outside world, to China, to your country. So the entire world can see before it's too late. The Japs will simply claim this is a forgery. We've got to find some way to keep them from squirming out of it. It can be done. This document can be authenticated with the signature of someone who was present when the plan was drawn up. Who, for instance? Tanaka himself? Colonel Tojo? The emperor? You don't believe, but there is a man who loves Japan as fiercely as he hates the militarists. Prince Tatsuru. And you think you can? There is a chance. Darling, I hate to ask stupid questions, but how do you get mixed up in this? It's my work. And the payoff is much bigger than Ruby's, Nick. It's a free China. That's why I had to be sure how you felt about it. And about you? Oh, Nick. Nick, if only we had met before this. Why couldn't it have been years ago? It's ending for so soon now. Ending before it could even begin. Oh, wait a minute, darling. I'm still alive. Yes, Nick. Very much. So much I can't bear to think of it otherwise. Then come here. Please, my dear, that I come to your apartment. I'm flattered, Baron Tanaka. Iris, I am concerned. I had hoped the document might already be in your hands. I'll be very happy when this is over with your excellency. Politics and intrigue are not my special talents. I promise there will be no more politics, no more intrigue. I shall be very grateful. It is I whom grateful. I have even bought you a little gift. I dare say you were expecting more rubies. But this... this is a necklace. Oh, it... it's beautiful. A virtuous woman. Her price is far above rubies. A quotation. From the Christian Bible. It should remind you of something else from the same source. See? The necklace is made of little silver coins. 30 coins. 30 pieces of silver. No, I'm not going to kill you, Iris. I've got to give you a chance to save your life. And my honor. The fact that you betrayed me last night was discovered by Colonel Tojo. There are dictaphones in this apartment. Unfortunately, there are none on the terrace. For the man named, we wanted to hear most of all, we still do not know. Whose name, Iris? A traitor in our government with whom you have been working. I have nothing to say. You have two hours in which to make your decision. If I do not receive a call from you naming the traitor, your fate will be in the hands of Colonel Tojo. Wage carefully the possibilities of such a future, my dear. I shall. Most carefully. Do not attempt to use the telephone unless to call me. I will be at my house. I allowed Miss Hilliard two hours. I have heard nothing from her. But one course I may follow. This is why I sent for you, Colonel Tojo. Excellency. And you, Captain Yamamoto? We understand. You will see, Colonel, that the woman is punished for her body be found in her apartment. It will be as you wish. I have planned for our divine emperor. In the execution of these plans I have been deceived. And thus have failed. For you, Captain Yamamoto, for you, Colonel, I pass the sacred obligation. I pledge never to sheathe the sword of the samurai until our armies march to every capital in the world. I swear the same. America will be crushed. If the gods are kind, I will be in the White House when Japan dictates her terms of peace. I have prepared my ceremonial robes. Meet me before the shrine. I shall do what must be done. Togeo, April 10th, to all news services. Baron Tanaka, Premier of Japan, died suddenly tonight at his home. No official statement yet as due cause of death. I believe Tanaka suffered a stroke. Mr. Osaka, he's the apartment manager. Mr. Kondo, and I have told Mr. Streg. I have seen nothing of Miss Elliot or the servant. I've been trying to get him for the past 12 hours. Did Miss Elliot have any visitors last night? Early in the evening. Baron Tanaka. Well, you know where Baron Tanaka is now. With his ancestors. Come on, the pass key. The pass key! This is very irregular, but if something has occurred... Virus! No one here. You look on the terrace, Charlie. I'll try the other room. Are you satisfied, gentlemen? It is quite obvious Miss Elliot is not here. You took a run-out powder, Charlie. A run-out powder. I can't understand. She had five days now to contact me. It's too late to worry about her, Nick. Your boat's sailing in three hours. And you've still got that piece of paper. Yeah, but if nothing happened to her, she wouldn't have... Stay where you are. I'll get it. Who is it? Port her for rugged. Take your boat. Just the port is, Nick. Freeze? Where is rugged? Right by the door. You are Mr. Condon? Yeah. Four pieces of rugged. Four baggage checks. Count checks, please. Just put them down. I'll take your word for it. Sorry. Most take checks, most count. All right, let me have them. One, two, three, four. We take luggage now. Goodbye. Yeah. Goodbye. Thanks. Nick. Quiet. Four baggage checks and a note. Look. Warf. That foot of Horobata Street. Iris. It's a frame, Nick. Easy, easy. She caught us around outside somewhere. Why does she wait until now? It's after nine o'clock. Your boat sails at midnight. That dame's just trying to hang a spyrap on you. Nick, for the love of Mike, you're not going to Horobata Street. I've got to. Nick! Johnny Clark. Clark? From the Embassy? Come in. I'm certainly glad to find you here, Nick. Hello, Sprague. Good evening. What do you expect to find me? Frankly, in a Japanese dungeon. But somewhere on this island, you have a good friend. We just received a telephone call at the Embassy. Who was it? Wouldn't say. But a warrant's off for your arrest. You're suspected of being a Chinese agent. The Ambassador sent me over in his car. I'm driving you to your ship and I'm to officially place you in charge of the captain. You'll be immune, Nick. Just like a diplomatic mail pouch. Well, so long, fella. Bon voyage. And get going. Thanks, Charlie. And thank you, Johnny. Yes, I'm going, but not with you. I'll see you at the Embassy in an hour. Nick! This way. There's a fisherman cut. I'll light the lamp. One whole week, nearly. Not a word from you. I couldn't get through till tonight. You still don't trust me. I do trust you, but... Then come with me. There's another room in here. Good evening, Mr. Condon. Prince Tatsuki. Mr. Condon, you will agree there is very little time to waste on explanations. That's right. Miss Hilliard and I feel it would serve over purpose most effectively if I signed the document you carry. Naturally, when this is made public, its authenticity will not go unchallenged. My signature will be branded a forgery by the government. In that event, Your Highness, your voice will give them the lie. May I have the document, please? Here. Thank you. I have a pen. The length of time that will elapse between the exposure of this document and my ability to speak will be very brief. In Japan, a traitor's voice is quickly silenced. Mr. Condon, I do this not for your country, but for mine. I would rather see Japan defeated than triumphant under the heels of our militarists. Goodbye, Miss Hilliard. Goodbye, Mr. Condon. Can you get out of here all right? I will be all right. Lady? Lady, would you mind very much if I were to kiss you? I don't believe I'd have the strength to move from this spot until you did. And now you've got to get out of here. It's all arranged. In a few minutes, a fishing boat will take us out to a freighter in the lower bay. Us? You're going with me, Nick. They're searching for you now. If they arrest you... I see. I had an idea you were back at that warning the Embassy got. They were going to send me out under diplomatic immunity. Diplomatic immunity won't stop a bullet. Leave with us, Nick. For me. For you? Are you worth that? Mm-hmm. Hey, honey. Why didn't you tell me? The police are everywhere. Prince Tasuki. They kill him. Nick, this way. Wait, wait. Look, they're swarming all over the docks, looking for us. The fishing boat, it is coming. You don't have much time, darling. You're getting on that boat alone. I'll hold them here until you get a star. No, Nick, they'll kill you. Get going. No, the pen is all they want. Leave it here. Leave it there. I can't do that. I won't go without you, I won't. Look, darling, we've got jobs to do. Nobody gave them to us but you've got to be done. You're my girl, aren't you? All right, then. You're going to do what I want you to do. I know it's tough. Tougher to go than it is to stay, but you can't hold them off and I think I can. All right, Nick. I'm your girl. Here, take your document. It's up to you now, darling. And hurry, please. This neighborhood's getting awfully run down. Goodbye, Nick. Don't tell me it's you, Oshima. I have sent my men away, Konan. This is a delight I'm reserving for myself. Ah, now it's a gun, huh? I'm giving up strangling. Well, that's right. You had given it up. You shot Harley Miller. It was his wife who strangled wasn't it? She was very foolish woman. But when it comes to taking a man with your bare hands, it's too risky, isn't it? You are clever, Mr. Condon. There's one flaw in your cleverness. It is as easy to kill you with my hands as it was that. In fact, I prefer it this way. Japanese fashion. Then stop stalling, butcher boy. Come and get me. Condon has escaped from Subida Docks. He has been seen at Putavaka Street heading towards American Embassy. Secret police running both sides of the street with instructions to shoot on sight. Ah, are there further orders, Colonel Tojo? I think not, Yamada. I think not. Embassy. 400 feet more. Only 400 feet more. Only... they've made you to it, Condon. You've got to run for it now. It's your only chance. Run for it. Both sides of the street. Run! Run! Oh, what a bunch of sharpshooters. That the best you can do? Clip me in the leg? Search him. Get to Dr. Mann. You almost got away, Mr. Condon. But Japanese very smart, too. Only half smart, Monkey. Only half smart. You see? I don't have the tonic of planned. What's going on here? Get out of my way. Oh, Mr. Clark. What the devil is this, Yamada? Who's... Nick! Hello, fella. Said I'd be back in a hour. Sorry, I'm a few minutes late. Yamada, this is not going to be treated as another of your very regrettable mistakes. Condon is enemy of Imperial Japan. Insist he must be... We must not be hasty, Hijakata. Mr. Clark, extremely sorry for occurrences this evening. It is true, Condon has been enemy of Japan, but Japanese people are very generous. We will forget bad actions of Condon. You, in turn, will forget this incident, huh? The United States government doesn't settle for a deal. What's the matter, Yamada? Afraid of the penalties of failure? But that is much simpler this way. Both sides have made mistake. It will be very embarrassing for all. Let's come out in the open with it, Yamada. You and your assistant Monkeys have just pulled an ambush. Right now, you're planning a bigger ambush. You're buying scrap iron, molding guns, building ships. You've got a swarm of busy little men running around our factories with cameras. But they're wasting their time because you can't photograph spirit. That's something our country has that has always had, that your spies haven't told you about. Condon's on the... we make mistakes. Yes, and one of these days you're going to make your big mistake. Then you'll meet our fighting men in your skies, on your seas, and finally on your land. When that happens, Yamada, don't try any sosaris. Just start digging. Our stars returned for their curtain calls in just a moment. Who's the letter from, Sally? One of my friends in the South Pacific. Is he in the Army or Navy? Neither. It's a girl in one of the volunteer services. She's been out there for over a year. This letter is really a shopping list of things she'd like sent her for Christmas. Such as? Oh, writing paper for one thing. She wants it gay and flowery. It's a change from the ever-present mud and dust and steaming undergrowth. And a large bottle of toilet water. Something that smells fresh and sweet and clean. Ah, the eternal feminine. Wait till you hear the rest. Three slips, the most delicate, frivolous ones I can find. I shouldn't think they'd be very practical in the jungle. How about the laundry way out there? Well, she says that after wearing a uniform for a year, she longs for something glamorous, even if it doesn't show. And as for the laundering, she won't have to trust them to the natives. I'm tucking in a big box of luxe flakes. Enough to last her over two months. Very thoughtful, Sally. Keeping delicate underthings glamorous is the job for luxe. Actual tests prove that luxe care means longer loveliness. Lashery washed in luxe stayed lovely and new-looking three times as long as identical garments washed the wrong way. It pays to give underthings gentle luxe care always. If your dealer is out of luxe, try again soon. More is on the way. Luxe is worth waiting for. Here's Mr. Keely at the microphone. Our play has an epilogue starting James Cagney and Sylvia Sidney in two very popular roles as themselves. Although we enjoyed them thoroughly as Nick and Iris. Thank you, Bill. After all these years, it's good to be working with you again, Bill. Let's see, it was about five years ago we made the Fighting 69, Jimmy. Well, I was thinking further back than that when we were all on Broadway. Seems to me I've heard of William Keely playing Shakespeare. Didn't you play Romeo and Juliet, Bill? Yes, with Evel Barrymore. And earlier with Richard III with Jack. That must have been about the time that I was practicing dance routines, trying to get into Vogueville. Were you in Vogueville very long, Jimmy? Long enough. When Vogueville died, I was afraid they'd have me up a manslaughter. Well, Shakespeare's been dead for 300 years, but still I managed to murder him. You know, Sylvia, I remember seeing you in a graduation play at the Theatre Guild School. And I thought, then, that you were on your way to stardom. I hope you're back in Hollywood to stay. Yes, this time for good. I'm on loan out now to Hal Wallace from William Cagney Production to make a picture called The Searching Wind. What are your picture-making plans, Jimmy? Well, my next will be a lion as in the streets. That's a great story. And it's a mighty, timely and important one. Like tonight's play, I believe a picture can be good entertainment and still have a message. Blood on the Sun is an important reminder of what we're up against with the Japanese military cast. And they aren't dead yet. An important reminder that a lasting piece has got to be a strong piece. Which is another way of saying, put your money into victory bonds. That's right, Sylvia. This current victory loan drive in the United States may be the last chance we'll have to invest directly in the future of America. And I don't know of any more guilt-edged investment. I'm sure that goes for all of us, Bill. Now, what are you and Lux presenting next week in this theatre? Next Monday night, we're bringing our audience United Artists' recent comedy success, Guest Wife. And our stars are Don Amici in his original screen role and Olivia DeHavilland as the charming married woman who finds that posing as another man's wife can lead to highly amusing complications. That is for everybody, but the individuals involved. It's a very entertaining story, Bill, and I wouldn't miss it. Good night. Good night and come back again soon. Our sponsors, the makers of Lux Flakes, join me in inviting you to be with us again next Monday evening when the Lux Radio Theatre presents Don Amici and Olivia DeHavilland in Guest Wife. This is William Keely, saying good night to you from Hollywood. Blood on the Sun was presented through the courtesy of William Cagney, whose next production will be The Stray Lamb. In connection with the current victory loan drive, the Lux Radio Theatre believes you would be interested in President Truman's comment on the contributions of the motion picture industry. In expressing his gratitude for what he called the extraordinary service of the industry, the President continued, we are aware that without the assistance of the screen, we could never have presented our problems to the people as fully as was necessary in order to assure a united national effort. Our music was directed by Lewis Silbers. This program is broadcast to our men and women overseas through cooperation with the Armed Forces Radio Service. Our Lux Radio Theatre production of Blood on the Sun, starring James Cagney and Sylvia Sidney, has come to you with the good wishes of the makers of Lux Flakes, the tissue-thin soap used by smart housewives everywhere. And this is your announcer, John Milton Kennedy, reminding you to tune in again next Monday night to hear Guest Wife with Don Amici and Olivia DeHavilland. Spry Treat of the Week. Spry Croquettes, tempting golden brown croquettes so crisp and tender-crusted they break at the touch of a fork. Delicious? Mmm. For crispy, full-flavored fried foods, get pure, bland, all-vegetable shortening at its creamy best. That's Spry. S-P-R-Y. Be sure to listen in next Monday night to the Lux Radio Theatre presentation of Guest Wife with Don Amici and Olivia DeHavilland. And why not tune in a half hour early to hear Joan Davis over most of these stations? 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