 The Roy Rogers Radio Show. As folks, it's the Roy Rogers Radio Show for the whole family. Adventures, suspense, history, and music. Starring Roy Rogers, King of the Cowboys, and Dale Evans, Queen of the West, with Pat Brady, the Villaman, and an all-star cast. And now I'm here to greet you with the song and the story of Roy and Dale. I've been seeing a yellow sky. Sparrows are all afraid to cry. Not a breeze, not a breath. Everything is a kill of death tornado. Well, good evening, folks. Greetings again to the whole family. That song, Tornado, is a brand new number written by Dale. I think she got the idea for the melody and the words a few days after we returned from Dodge City, Kansas, where we appeared in a fiesta and rodeo. We enjoyed the trip and the peering in the show, and seeing some of the famous old American landmarks in Dodge City. On our way back, the weather took a turn, and before long, it clouded up and started to rain. How about the next town, Roy? About 20 miles, Centerville. Hey, let's stop for lunch, Roy. I'm hungry. Okay, Pat. You know, we better get some gas, too, the gates are empty. How about the music, Roy? Sure, I'll turn on the radio. Boy, it sure is cloudin' up knees. Hey, that looks like a gas station up ahead, Pat. Hey, I'll pull in. Now, let's set your legs a little. How about some coke? I don't see the attendants. Probably around back. I'll get him. Now, I'll take a look at the bullet and figure in the trailer. Okay, Pat. There's no breeze. Look at the trees. Dead still. You know, cows are nervous. They might stamp feet. Oh, the rider. He's probably trying to round up the cattle. Put the road in a minute, like this before. They sure look scared. Yes, and that's it, exactly. I was afraid I was going to stamp feet for a minute. They didn't move. Where? Right there. See? They're just sort of walking kind of slow. I don't like it. There's nothing wrong. Well, as far as I'm concerned, the main thing that's wrong is... Okay, let's eat. The restaurant seems to be open. Not a soul on the street. Maybe those men in the cafe can tell us something. Well, let's sit down and order first, huh, Roy? All right. Shall I have ham and eggs or bacon and eggs? Or maybe some hotcakes. Or maybe ham and bacon and eggs. And cereals. Hello, sonny. How are you? Aren't you Roy Rogers? That's right. What's your name? Mike? Mike, I told you not to bother these people. He's not bothering us, Mr... It's not for light to disturb people, Mike. Come along now. Well, I just want a autograph, daddy. Please, daddy. Can I get a autograph? Sure you can, Mike. I'll write it on this menu for you. He. Have you got Trigger with you? Then we sure have, Mike. He's in the trailer outside. Those bullets! Hey, can I see them? Can I please? Of course you can, Mike. Yes, as soon as we... We haven't time, Mike. Come along now. We have a long drive ahead of us. Look, daddy, this won't take but a minute. Mike, I said come along. You certainly have come a long way. Are you going home now, Mr... Yes, yes, we're going home. What? Mike, please. Now, take your autograph and let's go. You folks have been very kind. Please excuse my little boy for bothering you. Well, he hasn't bothered us at all. Oh, this is Day 11 and Fat Brady. How do you do? Howdy. And you're Mr... And how do you do? Now, if you'll excuse us, we really must be going. Thank you again. Could I have a picture, Mr. Rogers? Do you want a picture of you and Dan Pat? And Trig and Bert and... Well, Mike, I'm sorry, but we don't have any pictures with us. We could send you some when we get home. Gee, would you? Sure, what's your address? 1774, nice. I'm afraid that wouldn't reach him, Mr. Rogers. You see, we're moving. I don't have the exact street address. But daddy, you said... When we get settled, you can write to Mr. Rogers and give him our new address now for the last time, Mike. Come on. It sure was an unsociable class, wasn't it? Yeah. Who was that waitress? I'm so hungry, I could eat a prairie chicken feathers and all. Excuse me, folks. My name's Wilson, Bert Wilson. I'm with the Center for Weekly. I know you, Mr. Wilson. Well, it isn't often that we have a celebrity here in town. I'd like to get an interview. We're just passing through on a way back from Dodd City. Oh, you sure didn't pick a very good day for it. I'd like to see if you're waiting, folks. Have you decided what to want? I sure have. Ham and bacon and eggs and cereal and toast and milk and... I'm so excited. We don't have anything but cold sandwiches today. Cold sandwiches? Well, yes, you do. Well, the fact of the matter is we've had a warning about... Roy? Yeah? That man, the one with the little boy. He can't seem to get his car stopped. Oh? Well, come on, Pat. Let's see if we can help him. But Roy... It's probably a vapor lock. You'll just run down your battery doing that. The best thing to do is to blow into the gas tank. Take a look under the hood, Pat. Okay. I can't understand it. The car was running perfectly when I stopped. Yeah. Well, you see... What's the matter? Louisiana plate. V167592. Right. There was a bulletin that came over the teletype this morning. Everything seems to be okay under the hood, Roy. It's probably a vapor lock, like you said, Mr. Wilson. Say, mister. Yes. What's your name? Well, I don't see why that's any of your business. Maybe not. And again, maybe it is. What's the matter, Mr. Wilson? I'm not sure. I'll have to check first. But I have an idea that this man is... What's that? Roy, look! They weren't kidding. It's here. Take cover, folks. Come on. Don't go stand there to the basement below the cafe. Roy! Go and take cover. No, I'm getting out of here. You're taking cover. Look, man. Look. That's not a moving picture scene. That's a tornado. A real live-on is a goodness tornado. Now get out of that car before I drag you out. Daddy! It's all right, Mike. Don't be afraid. Come on. Our secretive friend. I'm not hurt. He's my boy. Thanks to Mr. Rogers. Roy, what about Trigger and Bulley? The trailer. Well, it's still standing out there. Let's take a look, Pat. Right. The place certainly is a mess. Yes. We didn't get the full impact. I'd better get over to the office and put a teletype on it. What's the matter? Janet. Who? My fiance. The girl who waits on tables here. Where is she? I don't know. Maybe she made it to the basement. Come on. Janet! Dr. Winston. Dr. Winston. Are you speaking to me? Yes, I was. Well, then I'm afraid you've made a mistake. My name isn't Winston and I'm not a doctor. Dr. Wilson. Over here. Quick. Okay, have a show away. Just don't try to leave town. I doubt if you could anyway, the road's probably blocked. Mr. Wilson, hurry. Honey. She's under that pile of debris. Janet. I think she's pinned down. Well, the animals are all okay, but the town's been hit pretty bad. Roy! Yes? What's the matter? The girl. The waitress. She's under those beams. She's hurt. Pat, you too, whatever your name is. Come on. Everybody give me a hand. Let's lift this stuff off of her. It's no use, Mr. Wilson. She's unconscious. She needs a doctor right away. How many are there in town? Just one. Only he isn't in town. He went to Kansas City for a medical convention. Let's try the phone. Maybe some of the lines are up. There's an easier way, Mr. Rogers. We've got a doctor right here in this cafe. Really? Yes. I'm a mysterious stranger in the little bowl. And part of it is named Winston. Dr. Winston. Well, let's have a talk with you. Stay here with the girl, Dale. Pat, find the phone and see if you can get through to Dodd City. Right. Dr. Winston, you've got to help us. How many times must I tell you my name isn't Winston? Daddy, I... Be quiet, Mike. Now, just lie there on the table. You've had a bad shock. Mr. Wilson, why do you think this man is Dr. Winston? You know him? No, I've never seen him before. But there was a teletype on the wire service this morning. I've described this to Dr. Martin Winston. About 5 feet 11, between 40 and 45, traveling with his nine-year-old son and a black 52th that ended with a Louisiana license plate. Well, the description sure fits. What about this Dr. Winston? Why was a teletype sent out about him? He's wanted by the police. A murder. You should see the town, it's wrecked. Rye, Mr. Wilson, Janet's coming out of it. And you said that? You better not touch her, Wilson. Janet. Don't worry, darling. I'll get help. Winston, you've got to help her. You've got to. If you really are a doctor, it's your duty. Many people are injured in this town. How can you stand by and let them suffer? Don't tell me about suffering. I'd say more suffering than you'll ever know. That poor girl's on the verge of this terrier, Rye. She can't move her legs. She's paralyzed. Winston, I'll make a deal with you. Help Janet, not... I'll forget I ever saw that teletype. You can leave town after what I won't try to stop you. I'm afraid I can't be a party to that, Mr. Wilson. If this man is wanted for murder, we'll have to hold him. If he's a doctor, this conscience will have to guide him. You mean he's a doctor and he won't help? He denies being a doctor, Dale. Well, I know he is. He fits the description perfectly. Let's put it this way, stranger. You're not going to leave town at any event. If you are Dr. Winston, you'll be arrested as soon as the authorities get here. So you aren't solving anything by refusing to help that girl. Everything's conspired to prevent my escape. Even a tornado, an act of God. Maybe... Maybe I was wrong in what I did. Perhaps there is a higher force. Perhaps I can save a few lives to make up for the one I took. Yes, I'll see what I can do for the girl. Well, doctor? It's difficult to tell. She didn't respond to a direct command to move her toes. Her back may be broken. And on the other hand, it could be that the nerve is pinched. What should be done? She should be operated on as soon as possible. If the spinal nerve is pinched, the blood clot in the bone fragments must be removed and misalignment corrected. Is there a hospital in town? Yes, it's small. Do we dare move her? Well, we might manage it if we're extremely careful. Those boards might serve as a makeshift stretchable. Try, doctor. You've got to try. On the other hand, if it's her back. Well, let's try one more thing before we move her. You talk to her, Mr. Wilson. Miss Evans, would you get me some matches, please? Sure. Let him. No, I... I... Anything. My waist down. Well, try to relax, dear. Pat, if the doctor decides to move her, we can carry her to the hospital in the trailer. Okay. I'll go get the animals out. All right. Here are the matches, doctor. Oh, thank you. Mr. Wilson, will you keep talking to her, please? Have you decided where we're going in a hurry? How about New York? Or Paris? Just show her we'll be all fashion. Make it Niagara Falls. There's no reaction to heat. Mr. Wilson, I want to try one more test. Okay, doctor. Put it. We'll just step over here for a moment. Keep an eye on her toes. Her toes? Yes, that's right. Especially the big toe of her right foot. Okay. Sounds kind of funny. Now you just remember. Watch very carefully. Right here, Jen. Come on. Here where I can see you. In a minute. I gather from what you just said that you and this young lady are engaged to be married, Mr. Wilson. But that's right, doctor. Well, she's a lovely girl. But your hair is suddenly a mess, Janet. Here, let me comb it for you. Thank you, doctor. Now, Mr. Wilson, you aren't mind if just for a little while your wife is bald-headed, will you? What are you doing? What? Honest, Wilson. It moved, doctor. Her big toe moved. What does that mean, doctor? It means that her back isn't broken. The nerve is pinched, not severed. We have a good chance that she'll be all right if we can get her to a hospital and operate as soon as possible. Is my daddy operating, Mr. Rogers? Yes, my. He's a swell doctor, Mr. Rogers. You'll fix that lady up. I'm sure he will. Now, why don't you wait for us outside, Mike? We'll let you know when your daddy's through. Okay. Any news, sir? Not yet, Mr. Wilson. Dale promised to let us know as soon as the operation's over. Dale's acting as a nurse. I just came from the office. They repaired one phone line. We're in touch with George City. They're sending doctors and ambulances. Good. And, uh, I also got some more information about Dr. Winston. Yes? He... Well, it isn't exactly what we thought. You mean he ate a murderer? Yes, and I suppose in the eyes of Allah, he is. At least I left a sand trial and a little bit to a jury to decide. What exactly did he do? He gave an overdose of a sedative to a patient who was suffering from an incurable disease. It's called a mercy killing. I see. Well, thank you very much, Ms. Evans. You're a splendid nurse. And you're a splendid doctor. That operation was brilliant. Ms. Evans, Dr. Howard Janis. Resting comfortably. Barring unforeseen complications in time, we have every reason to expect a full recovery. Oh, thank God. Yes, Mr. Wilson. That's exactly who we must thank. I don't realize now that I was wrong in what I did. I not only violated my medical role but overstepped my bounds as a mere human being, a mortal. I took it on myself to decide whether a person should live until he's taken or die in order to avoid suffering. And that is not a question for mortals to decide. No matter how well a person may be, there is always a chance for a miracle. There is divine providence in everything, doctor. Even in the fury of the wind and the conditions that cause a tornado. It isn't for us to judge only to have faith and belief. Are they going home now, daddy? Really going home? Yes, Mike. Yes, Mike, we're going home. We'll be downstairs in the office, Mr. Wilson, when the authorities are right. The Lord works in a serious way and he's wondering if people form. And folks, that's the story of a tornado and of some people who live through it to become better human beings. Oh, save me!