 The Cavalcade of America sponsored by Dupont, maker of better things for better living through chemistry, presents double plays starring Brian Donlevy and featuring Kent Smith. Tonight with Brian Donlevy as our star, Cavalcade brings you a story of high daring and courage in the best tradition of the Navy. But more, it is a warm human tale of two brothers in love with the same girl. It is entitled Double Play and was adapted by Isabelle Layton from the Saturday evening post story of the same name by Jacqueline Marmer. Brian Donlevy is starred as Steve Yancey and Kent Smith is featured as his younger brother Harry on the Cavalcade of America, an operating room in a Naval hospital. How is he? He's supposed to be strong. He's coming out of easy. Let me know when he comes around, I don't know. No, no. It's alright, son. That's alright, darling. It's Harry. It's my little brother, Harry. Oh, Harry. Oh, sure, sure, sure. Harry. No, Harry. Don't. Harry. No. That boy's got something on his mind. Do you think he would have what he's been through? No, it's not shell sharks. That's what you mean. Who's Harry? It's his brother. The one who got the Navy Cross. At the same time, he did. Haven't you heard about it? Oh, I heard something about it. Sondra, darling, come back. Please come back, Sondra. I love you. Sondra, I love you. I love you more than... Harry. Harry. Sure, kid. Okay, sure. See what I mean? I see you've got a girl named Sondra and a brother named Harry. That's what you mean? I'm going to hunch this a little more to it than that. Like what? I don't know. But I think as soon as he's well, I'd better have a little talk with that boy. Lieutenant Yancey. Hi, Doc. How are you feeling this morning? Oh, pretty good. Well, I guess you'll be leaving us pretty soon, huh? Yeah. Yeah, I guess so. You know, Steve, you've got a terrific constitution. I've got a terrific doctor, too. Did it ever occur to you, Steve, that a man needs more than just doctors and a strong back to pull out a thing like you've been through? I don't get to, Doc. Steve, your wounds are coming along fine now. Your body's given you a lot of help. But I need help from something else. From the place where you do your thinking, feeling. I still don't get it. Look, Steve, a man's heart is none of my business as long as his pulse registers normal. Heart? What is it, orderly? A telegram for Lieutenant Yancey, sir. Oh, thank you. Well, I guess I'd better be shoving off now. No, no, no, wait a minute, Doc. I want to find out what you're driving at this heart. Well, read your telegram first. Oh, yeah. News band? Oh, no. No, swell, swell at best. They're coming to the hospital. They're going to take me home. Who? My brother Harry and Sandra. Together? Why not? I guess they'll be getting married one of these days. Well, you didn't make this Sandra sound very much like a sister-in-law when you're coming out of that ether. Well, maybe I didn't, but... Say, did I talk about her? You sure did. Talked about Harry, too. Oh, wow. No, no, look, Steve, slap me right back in my own reservation if you want to, but... I don't get it, boy. A guy who took half a destroyer to Hellenback handing his girl over to another man, not making a move to hang on to her. My brother? Well, aren't you in love with her? Oh, forget it. Like I've forgotten it. Oh, look, Steve, I've... Well, don't talk about it if you don't want to, but it might help, you know. I never have talked about it. To anybody. You want to tell me? Oh, well, there's not so much to tell. I suppose you think I'm a little nuts. No. Well, anybody would, I guess, unless they knew how it was. You know, it's been that way ever since we were kids. Harry wanting things and me seeing that he got them. Don't get me wrong, that's the way I wanted it, too. Harry never knew that it made any difference to me. He doesn't now. You see, Harry's a swell guy, and he's my brother. It started... It started when we were little kids. I'll never forget the first time, the first time that I realized how it was going to be. I was about six, and Harry was four. We had a pet toad, or Harry head, and one day it got lost. Oh, the fuss he made. I tried to talk him out of it, but it was no use. I can hear him yelling now. Wanty, wanty, wanty! A persistent one. He certainly was. Well, I finally found it for him. You know, teamwork. Well, we grew up together. Grade school, high school, at Annapolis. Both of us were on the baseball team. It was the same way there. Yeah, we hung up quite a record for double plays, I mean, Harry, and a guy on second named Jones. Yancey to Jones to Yancey. And if Harry got the credit he deserved it. He was a swell ball player and a swell guy. Well, that tells me part of your story. But what about Sandra? Oh, well... I met Sandra and Honolulu in the summer of 1941. Harry and I were both stationed there then. It was at a dance on one of those perfect nights that only Honolulu knows. I was dancing with Sandra, wishing that this one night would last forever. You don't let them stop playing. They're playing for us. It's funny how the floor thins out the minute they play a waltz. That's because there's only one of you to waltz with. Why, Steve Yancey, do you know that's the first pretty speech you've ever made to me? Maybe it's the first time I've ever had you to myself long enough to make one. Who thought that? Oh, guys, Andy, you certainly can dance. But it's funny, you know, I almost wish you couldn't. For heaven's sake, why? Well, then I wouldn't have to glare at all comers to keep them from cutting in. You? You couldn't look fierce if you tried. I'll have practically worn out my eyebrows, staring them down. Well, they still look pretty good to me. A little bushy, maybe. But cute. Sandy, you have the meanest habit of saying those things where I can't do anything about it. Out here on the dance floor, what can a fella do? Steve, Steve, somebody is going to cut the armor. The other way as fast as you can. Boy, will I? Hurry, Steve, he's gaining. Uh-oh. What's the matter? Gee, Sandy, I just can't do it. Oh. Very well. No, no, listen, he's my brother. Well, what of it? Well, look, Sandy, if he wants to cut in... Now, do you always give up to him like this? No, but... Hey, Stevie, wantee. Who wouldn't? Sandy, this is my brother Harry. Walter Lee. Hello. Hello. Well, now you'll see what dancing can really be like, Sandra. Well, I'll be seeing you later. Well, that's how Sandra and Harry met. We'd all been making Christmas plans there in Honolulu, but of course you know what happened before that Christmas, Doc. Harry and I were assigned to different theaters of action and he was shipped out first. I went down to the dock to see him off. It was the first time we'd ever been separated and neither of us felt very good about it. Well, time to shuffle, Steve. Yeah. You got all your gear, kid? Yep. I guess this is the work, Steve. Uh, yeah. Well, we'll be seeing each other out there sometime. Sure, sure. Well, so long, Steve. So long, kid. Harry. Yeah? Keep your nose clean. Yeah. Take care of yourself. Sure, kid. Sure. The funny thing is, Doc, we did meet, too, but it wasn't for quite a while. Next thing I heard of Harry, he was a sub-commander. Well, I was walking the bridge of a destroyer, the Joshua Fram. Well, it was one night out in the Pacific, off the island, it will never mind where, but it was a perfect, quiet, starlet night, kind of like that other night in Honolulu. Then we got orders, a code message from our base of operations. Orders, escort him back to repair base, location 540, acknowledge Joshua Fram. That is all. Right this way, sir. Thank you. Skippers below. You go below, sir. Oh, sure. It looks like the Japs kind of opened up your seams a little. Yes, sir. Here's the skipper, sir. Oh, yeah. Oh, by the way, I'm sorry I forgot to ask your name, sir. Oh, Yancy. Lieutenant Yancy. Yes. What, sir? Steve! Harry! How did you get... Well, I'll be your son, my god. Oh, gee. It's good to see you, Steve. Yeah, it's been a long time, Harry. Yeah. Well, we'd better get down to business, I guess. Harry, how bad is your damage? Well, it could be worse, but not much. Well, we ought to scram away from air while it's still dark. There's an enemy cruiser to the north, Kingusaclan. Yeah, don't I know it. Nilly Cortis dropped everything she had on us. Pressure holds damage, plates sprung, and both cans empty. Well, I had to surface cruise in the diesel, Steve. I can't go down. You go after it, Steve. We can't. My orders are to get you home. Well, it's a good thing, probably. You couldn't attack a cruiser with that tub you're in. But she is all alone, Harry. They've left her all alone. We can finish her off before she makes contact with her escort. Don't be heroic, Steve. That's not attack. That's suicide. She's throwing eight-inch brakes. Wait a minute. I wasn't thinking about the Fram. I was thinking of you. Can you dive? No, my battery's gone. I can submerge, but I can't cruise, submerge. The subcant just lie underwater, Steve, wiggling his tail. There's an attack approach to make, and I can. But I could make it for you, Harry. Sure. You're not, Steve. She'd like you to kingdom come. But look, that chap doesn't know that you're here. You can't attack her surface, and you can't maneuver, submerge. But if you dive, Harry, and get out of sight, maybe I could tease her out here for you. Uh-huh. The old double play, huh? Yancy to Jones, yancy. Sure, that's the idea. And what do you get out of it? Me? Oh. I get an assist, you remember? Yeah. Steve, I don't know why it took something like this to make me see it. But you've been sticking your neck out all your life for me, and getting assists. But not this time, Steve. Don't talk like a kid, Harry. There's a war on. I don't care what there is. I'm not going to send my brother out to get... Now, look, pipe down. It's a job. That's all. If you don't do it on your own, I'll contact the base and get orders to make you do it. Now, come on. Shove off. Steve, carry on. Shove off. Okay. Johnny, you got any juice left in the cans? Can you take it down at all? What does she stand? She'll take in half the Pacific at Periscope Depth. 30 feet, I'd hate to think. Now, wait a second. Well, hurry it up. How about this? I could hook both battery banks to one motor, Skipper. But what'll that give us? Well, you might get your two knots at Periscope Depth, maybe three. But at best, we'd have to stay pretty much right where we are if we submerge. How long can we stay down, Johnny? Well, we've got to save enough juice to be able to surface again or we're down for good. We could only last 40 minutes. And I mean 40, Skipper. That'll do it. No, no have to. Not 45 or even 43. 40. Not a second longer. Okay. Well, we can do it, Steve. Good. Now, Harry, give me 15 minutes before you submerge. Time enough to let that chap psych me and start chasing. Steve, take care of yourself. Hey, hey, hey. Take care of yourself, yourself. Break for diving. Break for diving. Bye, bye, sir. Good luck, Steve. Look, maintain your present position as near as you can after you submerge. That chap cruiser, Steve, want to. You are listening to Brian Dunleavy on the Cavalcade of America, sponsored by DuPont, presenting Double Play, a radio adaptation of the Saturday Evening Post story of the same name by Jacqueline Marmer. Our heroes are Harry and Steve Yancey, commanding respectively a submarine and a destroyer. Brian Dunleavy plays Steve, and Kent Smith plays Harry. As our play continues, Steve Yancey is telling of that night when, from the bridge of his destroyer, he set out to lure a chap cruiser into the range of his brother's damaged submarine for the kill. So, you see, Doc, it wasn't that I didn't know what we were in for. A destroyer just doesn't stand a chance against a heavy cruiser, but, well, you don't have time to think about those things when you're busy. And I told Harry we'd locate the chap in 15 minutes, so there wasn't much time for anything. How does it look for us, sir? It's not only us, mister. It's the men in that sub, too. If we muff it, they're going. Shall I try to chart the chap's position, sir? There isn't time. We'll have to find him again by guesswork. You think we can do it, sir? We've got to do it. Enemy cruiser in sight, sir. 3, 4, 0. Range 1, 4, 500. Speed 2, 1. Here we go. A good spotter, sir. If we can see them, they can certainly see us. Oh, look. See the flashers? The firing. All right. Full right rudder. All engines ahead, half speed, half speed. They'll be honest in no time if we're only at half speed. Sure. We want them to think we're a cripple. They're sitting duck, so they'll follow us. Yes, sir. I got the range quick, didn't they? Rudder midships. All engines, full ahead. All guns at local control. Fired will. They think they've got us on the run. And they're not kidding. We are. We're here again, sir. Yeah. How much time we got left? 20 minutes. We can't take much more of this, sir. Yeah, only we got to take it until we get that jab in front of those torpedo tubes. I found out later what was going on in Harry's sub... water pouring in through her plates and losing buoyancy by the minute. But everybody at battle stations and Harry at the periscope trying to see what was happening to us and all the time a man calling the minutes like a football game only. For those guys in that sub, it wasn't any game. 18 and a half, Skipper. 18 and a half. 18 minutes. 18 minutes. Is that all the time we got left? Yes, sir. Can't you at least make it an even 20? No, sir. I need that time. How are the plates? She'll hold. We surfers within a range of the jab guns. We're just an oil slick in the ocean. The frown will be blown to kingdom come. Skipper, take a look. Gun flashes. You're right. How far off do you make it? 8,000 yards. Has somebody got hit? A friend. Steve. He's sure catching it. The old double play. Come on, Steve. Come on, baby. Come on. I think, sir. Range 9, 100. Speed 2, 3. All right, rudder. Full speed, all engines. They got us against it. Where? What's the damage? After turret battery knocked out, two forward bunkheads are telling class. Shield, float. How much time we got? About 12 minutes, sir. That's enough. Check up on things below, will you? Yes, sir. OK, Harry. Here it comes, kid. You're going to get him, Harry. Come on. Unless he gets us first. 10 minutes. That's all we need, I think. We've got the surface when the time's up, Skipper. I know, I know. Get that search light. It's the flams. Lighting up the target for us. Making a target of himself. Oh, that's Steve for you. That's gone now. The jab shot it out. Another light. It's the jabs this time. Turned the search light on the front. She's so sure of the kill, she's laying herself wide open. Oh, what a ton. Nice going, Steve. Only nine minutes, sir. All forward tubes ready for firing. Give him 26 knots. Right, sir. I want those fish running hot and crude. They can't miss. Four degrees left, rudder. All the juice you can spare, Johnny. Right, sir. Stand by. Four dive in the bow fin. Fire one. One fire, sir. Fire two. Two fire, sir. Fire three. Three fire, sir. Fire four. Four fire, sir. Taking no chances now, Johnny. Four left, rudder. Six minutes to go, sir. Stand by to surface. Take a rough shot. A lot of good the range does when all our gun batteries are knocked out. That's the best, sir. Engine room, I think. If we can only hold out another few minutes. That chap should be in the subsights by now. Yeah. I wonder what he's waiting for. Come on, Harry. Give him to him. Lieutenant. Lieutenant, yes? Are you all right, sir? All right. Knock me down. Sure, I'm all right. Help me up, will you? Your hit, sir. Let me get you below. I said help me up. Harry's got to handle him in a minute. I want to see him. Look. The chap. They've hit him. They tell him again. In the magazine. Look, sir. He's exploding. He's blowing himself to pieces. One assist. One foot out. Ah, that kid, Harry. You know the rest, Doc? The chap went down, and we both got back to base somehow. And you patched me up somehow, and here I am. Shooting my mouth off and telling you a lot of stuff. I've got no business doing it. Well, I don't know, Steve. I think maybe there was a lesson on that story. Yeah. Come in. Hello, Sandra. Harry. Hiya, Mr. I understand you're well enough now so that I can talk to you now. Well, if the doc here says so, I could go right ahead. And don't think I haven't got plenty to say to you, Steve Yancy. To me? Yes. You. In the first place, you might at least have let me make up my own mind. I was going out with you, not your brother, Harry. I'd go on to that dance with you. Give it to him, Sandy. Well, guys, Sandy, Harry's the one. Everybody always goes for, and I thought that... I don't care what you thought, Steve, Yancy. I won't have any man treat me like that, as if I were a... I just didn't think that I... Well, I'd have a chance after you met Harry, but... Oh, Sandra, don't you believe a word of it? I warned you it was like that, didn't I? Ever since we were kids, and we lost our pet toad. Your pet toad. And I bawled about it, so Steve went and brought it back to me. He was always bringing me stuff, baseball, bats, marbles. Once he even brought me... Well, Steve and Yancy, I'll have you understand that I'm not a pet toad, or a baseball bat or marbles, and I won't have you handing me over just because your brother says wanty. Oh, I'm sorry, Doctor. I didn't mean to upset your patience. Upset? Hey, is it that day I've had since they carried me in here? Well, you mustn't be too hard on a miss elderly about that wanty business. That's really what sank that Jap cruiser, didn't you know that? Well, you've heard, Doctor. Oh, sure, it's the famous wanty double play. Yancy to Yancy to Jones. I remember it very well. Well, I'm afraid you got it wrong, Doctor. It was always Yancy to Jones to Yancy. Well, not this time. It was definitely Yancy to Yancy to Jones. Jones? Well, what did Jones have to do with it? Who in the world is Jones? A fellow by the name of David Jones, Sandra. It seems he had a locker. If Harry and the doc will step out, I'll explain that to you, Sandra. And now, before Brian Donlevy, our star of tonight's program, returns to the microphone, here is Gain Whitman with a message from DuPont. One department of the DuPont company is called the Ammonia department. Today it manufactures many things besides Ammonia, but the product for which it was named still ranks high among the DuPont better things and high among the products of chemistry serving in the war. Commercial Ammonia is many times stronger, of course, than the household Ammonia on your kitchen shelf. Anhydrous Ammonia, a gas liquefied under pressure, might be called 100% Ammonia. Aquammonia, a water solution, is made by dissolving anhydrous Ammonia in distilled water. Ammonia serves many wartime functions of great value to the nation, for which it would be difficult to find a substitute. Thousands of tons are used in the manufacture of nitric acid, one of the most important of all industrial acids, doubly important in wartime because it is used in the production of explosives. 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Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. I'm sure I speak for my colleague Kent Smith and the cavalcade players when I say that I am very grateful for the privilege of paying this tribute to the United States Navy. It is also my privilege to bring to you an important message from your government. If you are single and expect to receive more than $2,700 this year, or if you are married and expect to get more than $3,500, then you must file an estimate of this income and make an income tax payment before September 15th. This is not a new tax. It's just an arrangement to keep you paid up on your income under the new pay-as-you-go plan to help us pay for victory now and to forestall depression when the war is won. Let's all get ours in before September 15th. Next week, cavalcade presents the popular motion picture star Pat O'Brien in Iron Camels, a story of the heroic work American railroad men did in the North Africa campaign by keeping troops and ammunition trains rolling in the midst of enemy fire. DuPont invites you to be with us next Monday at the same time when Pat O'Brien is starred as Lieutenant Colonel Steve Kerry of the Army Transport Corps in Iron Camels, an action-packed drama of the Battle of Tunisia on the cavalcade of America. Tonight's musical score was composed and conducted by Robert Armbrister. Brian Donlevy appeared through the courtesy of Metro Golden Mayor where he is currently starring in the Technicolor production America. This is James Bannon sending best wishes from cavalcade sponsor, the DuPont Company of Wilmington, Delaware. The cavalcade of America came to you from Hollywood. This is the National Broadcasting Company.