 presents Hollywood because of what product will bring you the Luxe Radio Theater starring Janet Lee, George Murphy, and Donna Cochran in Angels in the Outfield. Ladies and gentlemen, your producer, Mr. Irving Cummings. Greetings from Hollywood ladies and gentlemen. Tomorrow night I'll go with Hollywood stars open their baseball season at home and next week the first baseball will be pitched to the Eastern League. It will be a while before we know which teams will end first and which last. But in tonight's play, Angels in the Outfield, we will tell you about a team which started seven and steadily got worse until they received some unusual heavenly help. And as our stars of this whimsical comedy for Metro Gowan mayor, we have George Murphy and in their original roles Janet Lee and Donna Cochran. Well, I've never seen an Angel, but I've seen some angelic complexion. I guess you'd call them angelic those smooth, fresh Luxe lovely complexion that our Hollywood actresses are so proud of. They love that fresh radiant appeal that they can be sure of with Luxe toilet soap regular. Those Luxe facials are so wonderfully easy and yet so effective. Now, Angels in the Outfield starring Janet Lee as Jennifer Page, George Murphy as Guffey McGovern and Donna Cochran as Bridget. I didn't know very much about baseball. My dad was running a household hint column on the ladies page. But the paper was running a series of articles. What's wrong with the pilot? The sports editor, one of the women's games. Hey Jennifer, sports is yelling with that story on today's game. So where is it? Oh, I haven't even started it now. Some games Cincinnati 21 Pittsburgh 2. Oh, well, you hit them on a bad day. Yeah. Yeah, they had a good one once in 1938. Well, I don't know very much about baseball, but I can tell you what's wrong with a pirate's all right, all right. Oh, you can. Yes, their manager, that McGovern person. Of all the loud mouths, the fancy, all those nice, clean cut young men and the way he just bullies them. You ask me, the Pittsburgh Pirates would be a lot better off without him and so would the city of Pittsburgh. Hey, writer. Right, what? Just what you think about Guffey McGovern. Oh, but, but, but he's stupid. Honey, compared to his real carry, it'll read like a testimonial. Now sit down and pound it out. All right, I will. The board said there must have liked my story. He said he wanted more of the same personal stuff about Guffey McGovern. But the only place he could be found in public or outside of the ballpark of course was John Statehouse. They had the best stakes in town. And that night, I cornered him. Well, what do you want? I'm Jennifer Tate. I wrote that story about you this morning in the messenger. And if you so much as lift your hand or start to curts while... You'll what? Well, didn't you read it? All I ever read is the box scores. Oh, well, I began this way. Quote, Alice's ex McGovern, the evil tongue order of the baseball field is a surly unbred ghost whose mouth should be washed out regularly with a strong detergent. Well? Don't ever call me Alice. You mean, you mean you're not even mad? Dogs have fleas, managers have sports riders. Oh, but I'm not a sports rider. But I do have a few facts and figures about your... Oh, don't get so much positive on that. Think it's worth a favor. A few facts and figures about your commitment might be interesting. Yeah? Yeah. When an entire team goes astour as a pirate, you'll hear me, I look around for a reason. And I look right at you, Mr. McGovern. And what have you had to say? Well, say it. Who? What? Who? Well, thank you. You've been very cooperative. Good night. Hey waiter, give me some more ketchup. Guffey McGovern. And a more obnoxious overbearing... Well, anyway, that night I went to the ball game and naturally the pirates lost. Nine to nothing. After the game, Mr. McGovern disappears into the dressing room. And you, Mr. Baxter, don't be so modest. Why, you made two of those seven errors all by yourself. Oh, I'm certainly proud of you athletes tonight. I'm sorry, Guffey, the lights got in my eye. But I worry about your son. You're going to catch a fly ball one of these days and knock your front teeth right down your throat. And who have we here? Oh, yes, the famous Saul Hellman. You fellas may not realize this, but Saul once pitched a two-hitter in a World Series. Of course, that was quite some time ago. Don't you think you're a little over this past time, Saul? You should have quit when you could still reach the plate. Now take it easy, Saul. He'll come down. Well, I'm glad for one thing. Tonight's game put us in eighth place. We can go no-no. Hey, it's like I've been always been like this. You know him in the manners, didn't you, Saul? Way back when? Yeah, way back when. Oh, now look, you got plenty of stuff left. Oh, well done, Mr. Saul. Hey, take it easy. It's coming back. Where's Mike Goodluck's teeth? I put it in your uniform, Guppy. Well, where is it? Maybe it dropped it out on a field. That doesn't make sense, does it? Good luck, piece. And that's an eighth place. Well, that's why Guppy McGovern left the dressing room and went out to the empty field. The lights were all out, but the moon was full. And Mr. McGovern got down in his knees and started to search for a good luck piece. Mr. McGovern was talking to himself. And a few other things he said are receivable, such as... Empty. Headed bucket brains. Don't tell me I lost that good luck piece. You've misplaced it somewhere, you half-witted, lame brain. Oh, stop for a change. What? Who said that? Who are you? Close your mouth. I want to talk to you. If that's some wise guy in the public adjust system, I'll bust his snoop. You must nobody snoop. You know what's good for you? If it's busting snoop and snooping in the air, your father's cough's long enough. Frankly, we're fed up. Is that so? And who are you, might I ask? An angel. Is that? I'm an angel. Now, let me get my hands down on them. I'll make an angel out of them. Not if you're a witter. I'll boot you over the center field wall. I can get justice cover for you. Remember that? I'll murder this guy. The angel came real sick in a personal interest in you. Close your mouth. It seems someone down there has been sending up a lot of prayers on your behalf. One punch. That's all I ask. One punch. But before he answers those prayers, there's certain rules, my governor, and I'll give it to you back. Look, wise guy, I'm going to find out who you are if I get... As I was saying, rule number one, cut out the blasphemies. Number two, quit making life miserable for everyone around you. Number three, and this is important, love and stop slucking guy neighbors. Do you hear me? I hear you fine. Now, fans still listen, or I'll blast you with a bowl of lightning. First and fighting is when you offend. You play ball with me and I'll play ball with you. How about it? Well, how do I know? You're what you say you are. Okay, I will with you. Do something so. Look for a miracle tomorrow night. In the... Well, in the third inning. What kind of a miracle? Hey, now, wait a minute, wait a minute, will you? And just then, in the moonlight, a feather floated down from nowhere. It could have come from the passing seagulls. If seagulls ever fly above Pittsburgh. Or it could have come from an angel's wing. Well, anyway, stepping the government stand as it floated down, and there on the ground where it landed was his good luck piece. The next day against Cincinnati, it was nothing to nothing in the first two innings. In the third, Cincinnati's first man gets a base on balls. The second man hits the ball straight for that right field fence. Good for two bases at least. And then something happens. Ronson's three staffs hurt like a deer. He climbs halfway up the fence and makes a perfect backhand test. And then he goes back to court. In the third half, there's a strange look on the ugly face of Mr. Gaffney, the governor. Ronson caught that ball? Ronson. The next man up to Cincinnati hits a score through to the shortstop. And what does Manelli do? He slides ten feet on his stomach, stabs the ball, kicks second base and makes a perfect throw to the first. Double play the third three times. Oh, but that's not all. In that same third inning, Pittsburgh makes five runs and they still are fast. There's two outs now and then a real close play is through. Yes! I won! Just a minute. I'll just a minute. All right, McCuffin. What about it? Well, I was about to suggest that possibly you erred on that last decision, sir. Yes, sir. Nice going, Mr. Gaffney. Huh? Oh, thanks. He's won 12 connections. Then they left town and went on a road. They won 10 straight games. Oh, yes, the pirates had come to life and Gaffney McGovern was a changed man. Well, the team was in sixth place and they played the Braves in Boston. In the ninth inning, the pirates were leading eight to six. And then, of course, the inevitable happened. A something known as a who-bar. In no time, players from both teams were on the field and an extended activity with Mr. McGovern. Such a beauty. So polite. Please, now. Just take it easy. I'll handle this, gentlemen. Get out of my way. He was the manager of the board and that all kinds of marks were just too much for Mr. McGovern. He started out, you better mouth-dunky you, you fuck-a-head, and I'll set you up. He was some day as only Gaffney McGovern could. As they say, the grass in the infield turned blue. Well, I can't vouch for that, but I came for the fact that the pirates lost the game. That night, as was his custom now, Mr. McGovern walked out on a deserted island. He looked up to the vast expanse and sky and clouds. I, uh... I'm sorry. They're talking about that. Yes, sir. Now look, all I said this after on there, but the guy called me an ape. Bull-layer-nate. Yeah. Well, how am I supposed to do? Take it as a compliment? The English language has a total of 698,000 words. We ask that you avoid a hundredth of one percentage of me, which at the moment seems to be your empire, old Admiral Larry. Okay, okay. I keep my trap shut. I'll win all my ball games, huh? Now, wouldn't that look a little ridiculous the pirates were winning every game? Yeah. Yeah, I guess it would. Besides, we have other things to do, you know. A lot of the time, you'll be on your own, but when you get it, we'll be in their kitchen. Yeah? Who's we? Me and my boy. The Heavenly Quiet Nine. Ball players? Sure. In heaven? How do your boys... You quick-munchin'. When your boys play ball down here, did I know any of them? Did I ever know you? Oh, we might have run into each other. On what face? Oh, come on. A guy's got a right to know his own age, Joe. Give me a hand. Where you lay off? You're broken down balls, brothers. What do you game? What more do you want? I'll see you around. Goodbye. Now, wait, listen. I said goodbye, and keep your nose out of things that don't concern you. All right, all right. Don't go away store, huh? Let's play the next game in Pittsburgh. Started out just like any other afternoon. But he once were taking place in the preacher. Some orphan kids had come to cheer for the whole team. In charge of the children were two nuns. Sister Lisa and Sister Veronica. And look them, a little girl named Sister. I think that's Mr. Martin, dear. 1-4, lost 6. No control. Oh, don't worry about Martin. He's super. Let's go, Martin. That's good to hear. It was in the sixth inning. The score? 72 in favor of the filling. And then? Then suddenly it happened. Bridget, the little girl, saw something. What did you say, dear? The angel behind the mandicate. Run. What? Angel. Get her out of the sun. Yes, come along, Bridget. Let's move back a few rows. How do you feel, dear? Oh, I feel fine, but I still feel him. Angel. If people should hear you, dear, you'll get us in trouble. But I still feel him, sister. Biggest height. And the uphill, and the uphill, and even on top of the scoreboard. Bridget, do you want us to leave and not come back? Oh, no, please. Very well. Oh, no. Where am I? 10-7. It was getting to be a habit. On the way out, I ran into one of the car policemen. It seems he had overheard the little girl in the police. The orphan who saw Angel's home with a real break for me. Well, the next morning, when Guffey McGovern opened his door and leaped for his morning paper, he had quite a shock. Angels help pirates win this orphan profit. McGovern's team gets celestial aid in defeating fillies. And 30 minutes later, he was at the home, St. Gabriel's home for orphan girls. Sister Edwiza, Mr. McGovern, Mother Superior. Well, I'm pleased to meet you. Now, about that kid, I... It's about Bridget. Now, the paper got this story. I have no idea. But I think it's best for all concerned that we just forget all about it. Yeah, but... Well, excuse me, sister, but you don't know baseball. Baseball fans. See, the fans want answers. They're in. I'm the manager. I gotta supply them. A little girl sits too long in the sun, and she thinks she sees something. Surely you don't believe they were angels? Me? Would it do any harm just to talk to her? I don't want the child excited. Oh, I won't. No, ma'am, I promise. I've sent for her. She's waiting just across the hall. You may go in, Mr. McGovern. Oh, thanks. Thanks. What's the fly? Hi, Mr. McGovern. I'm glad to see you. Well, kid, do you read this in the paper? It says here that yesterday you saw angels. But I did. You're sure, huh? How did you know they were angels? Well, by their wings, Mr. McGovern. Wings, huh? Well, sort of like wings. No baseball uniforms? Well, sort of like uniforms. What color socks? I couldn't see. Their robes were too long. How many were there? One behind each player. The pirates I knew. And one on the scoreboard and one on the bullpen. Was there one behind me? Uh-huh. Is he there now? Who's that? That statue? Yeah, the statue. But I think they're real. Figures. Look, about the other kids, your friends, they didn't see anything, huh? Just you. Now, why was that you suppose? Maybe because I was in prayer for you. Me? You've been praying for me? The whole team. Ever since you hit the swamp. Well, thanks, kid. Hey, that was pretty nice of you. Well, you knew to talk to me, too. We sure did. I tried to say Gabriel. He's our patron saint. Hey, what's your name? Bridget White, eight years old. How long have you been here? Eight years. Nice talking to you, Bridget. Well, so long, kid. So long. Oh, and about those prayers. Keep them coming, huh? Yes, sir. And I'm glad to have met you, Mr. McGovern. Yeah. No. No, you may not see this guy. I'm sorry. Now, please don't wait. The whole story is ridiculous. There's Mr. McGovern now. Why don't you ask him? You'll hear what the sister said. The same goes for me. No comment. Lay off me. Lay off me. Well, yeah, you want to know about Angel's ass, Kerm. It's household hints. She wrote the story. Now, get out of my way. I'm going home. Nothing personal, huh? Oh, thanks. Thanks a lot. The thing was certain. The pirates wouldn't win a ball game that afternoon. It was still raining and the game had been called off. And that's what prompted me to visit the shambles that Guppy McGuffin called home. Oh, it's you, huh? Uh-huh. Okay. Come on in. I'm only here to say I'm sorry. Honestly, I had no idea that story about Angel was raised such a far. Well, if I had, I never would have... I would have missed this place, dude. Well, I never would have written it. Your big mistake was showing up at that orphanage. So I made a mistake. All those other newspapers? Well, they're just going to make a monkey out of you. That's all. Gold monkey? I'm used to it. You know, if I were you, McGuffin, I'd make a statement and protect myself. To you? Sure. Why not? My goodness. I just don't see how you can live in such confusion. Just look at this place. What are you waiting for a guest to sit down? There might be an idea in that. Well, you can't get rid of me yet, so you might just as well make the best of it. Say, were you always so tough? Even when you were little? You had a boyhood, of course. Yeah, Kilton Falls, Wisconsin. I looked you up. Sounds like a nice little town. Was. Four pool halls, five saloons, and the biggest pants factory in the state. Did you play ball there? I sold peanuts. Oh, oh, uh, your folks weren't very well off, huh? My folks did fine. They had one of the saloons. And then one day they gave you a ball in the back, and that's how you got started. Well, not exactly. I used to throw snowballs at the cop on the corner. It was a long block and a long winter, so I finished up a third basement. Now, if there's nothing else, Miss Page, why don't you run on back here all but then dream up some more of your household hint? You could do with a few yourself, you know. The door, Miss Page? Well, of all the conceited knuckleheads. Uh-huh. Now, will you watch it, please? We don't use that kind of language around here. Don't worry, I'm going. But when your cleaning woman comes, tell her to get rid of all these old newspapers and to put Eric in the corner to get rid of that awful cigar smell. I like cigar smoke. Oh, and to scour the ass-trays with ammonia. Will you please go home or something? You know, I could be a big help to you, McGovern, if you weren't so... Wow! Well, a long walk in the rain helps me to cool off. Before I knew it, I found myself at the St. Gabriel's home for orphan girls. I had a nice talk with sister Lisa and little Rickie, and I got permission to take Rickie to the baseball game the following afternoon. Oh, she had a wonderful time. Of course, the boys in the press box kept showing up with a steady stream of popcorn, ice cream, seven of them. I said, Rickie, vanilla okay? Oh, thank you. Al, Al, I think that's the most. He's owning it, he's owns it. The angel's working here? Well, now you'll be sure and let us know. Won't you, too? Let us know, aren't you? Do you live all along this place? All by myself. That must be nice. I mean, I start up having a lot of kids around all the time. Oh, well, that depends. I always say why not live alone if you can live alone. First of all, if you had someone around the house all the time, you could even come to the bar game when you wanted to. Yes, I got her with me. What's the matter? They're warming up. Who? The angels. Oh, now, Bridget, no. There they come, out on the field. Rickie, there's no one on that field except the players and the umpires. Hey, did you see them? There's one behind every player. Oh, come on, we're getting out of here right now. Rickie, please, how many angels? How many can you see? Nine, and one after for mixing my gutter. The story exploded into a national issue. They were talking about McGovern's angels, and Pittsburgh kept winning. They took a theory from the Giants and settled down in Fourth Place. Well, one Saturday afternoon when Gucky came home from the ballpark, he found company waiting for him. Aren't you surprised? It's just Mr. McGovern. Happy birthday, Mr. McGovern. Hey, what goes on here? Well, a birthday party, of course. Many happy returns. How'd you know it was my birthday? Bridget, look at that from the sporting news. I haven't had a birthday party since I was 10 years old. It's a long time. It sure is. The book says it's a... Never mind, honey. Now, you finish setting the table and Mr. McGovern will help me in the kitchen. Oh, yes, sure. I hope you don't mind. He's getting such a kick out of it. Why should I mind? Hey, what smells? Huh? So good, I mean. Oh. Well, uh, that's Ragu Avila Ola Brignoli. Oh, fancy stuff, huh? Here we come in, he says. Thank you. And you can thank Mrs. Harkrider Cates of Lawson Avenue. There's that cell. Uh-huh. Her favorite recipe. Guaranteed to keep men at home. We sent it at last week and household him. Well, we won again today, didn't we? Yes, we did. You know, Saul Hellman went all the way. I don't suppose you realize we're only nine days out of first place. Oh, I've heard some talk. Oh, it's wonderful. Just a few weeks ago, we were last. I wonder how it happened. Angels? Oh, no, no, I'm serious. It's my theory that, well, that you've done it. Me, huh? Sure. The part of the playing is a team now. You're not losing your temper. You're not yelling your head off. And you're not swinging on people. Your theory, we, this has never swing on people. You should turn the other team. There, you see? Well, I guess we can sit down now. Take your present, Mr. McGovern. This one's from Jennifer. Isn't it? Hiya. I don't mind saying I'm kind of excited. Well, what do you know? A necktie. It's not too loud, is it? Yellow and green? Who says it's loud? Gee, thanks a lot. And now here's mine. Well, it's pretty hard to rap on a kind of a drum. No. A baseball. Only it's not just an ordinary baseball. Jennifer sent it into the clubhouse and all the pirates signed it, see? An autographed baseball. Well, that's just what I wanted. Well, how about eating this while it's still hot, huh? Oh, what's the matter, Bridget? What about grace? Grace who? Oh, oh, grace. Yeah, I almost forgot. Why don't you lead off, Bridget? Oh, Lord, make us truly thankful for these ideas, which we are about to receive. Well, I'm real hungry. Oh, I hope I fix the mess of everything. Cooking for myself the way I do. I'm never quite sure about this. Oh, don't eat it. The veal? But it's kind of delicious. Oh, no, don't. It's poison. Oh, I never in all my life. Mrs. Hartwright, her case of loss in the avenue is certainly going to hear about this in the morning. Keeps men home, does it? Well, maybe she means permanently. I guess I understand it. Oh, unless that olive oil. Could it have been rancid? How long do you have it, Duffy? What olive oil? The olive oil in the cupboard. In the bottle in the cupboard. That's neat-foot oil. It's what? Not olive oil. Neat-foot oil. I rub it on my glove. Keeps the leather soft. Well, of all the... What's it doing in the kitchen cupboard? Well, I gotta put it someplace. Wonderful for gloves. Duffy doesn't do anything for veal. The pees are fine. But you can't make a meal on cheese. Oh, I feel awful. I should have looked at the bottle. I always look at the bottle. I don't know why. This time I do... Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute. This is my birthday, and I'm not going to have it spoiled by Mrs. Hartwright or Gates of Rossin Avenue. Grab your things, Brigitte. We're going over to John Steakhouse. Duffy's birthday dinner at John Steakhouse is a big success. You see, at John Steakhouse they very rarely cook with neat food oil. And later that night, when Duffy walked his home... This is it, Duffy. Here's where I live. What's the matter? I, uh... I haven't taken about that kid, Brigitte. She gets a door here, you know. Have you ever thought of adopting her? Who, me? Sure. Well, what I want with a kid around the house. Besides, a thing like that, well, it presents certain problems. What kind of problems? Well, problems. So you haven't been thinking about it, have you? Well, I asked her. I asked Sister Edwita. Oh, forget it. Well, it's been a wonderful evening. Thanks, Company. Oh, wait a minute. What? You know, a long time ago, I played third base in Minneapolis. Mm-hmm. There was a dame at St. Paul, the nicest girl I ever knew. Oh. Yeah, we did a lot of talking, and I made some big plans. Boy, they didn't include a certain shortstop to once you finally married. It was quite a blow. I can imagine. I guess I've been taking it out on everybody else ever since. Well, good night. Good night, Guffie. In September, the pirates were reading the dimes in the final series. They needed three straight games to win the penance. It was during one of these games in the ninth inning that I shouted to Guffie from the sand. I was coaching him first, and just as he turned to look at me, the batter hit a hard foul ball. And Guffie stopped it with his head. I didn't knock him out, but he took quite a wallop. After the game, a lot of the reporters were waiting to see him. You're okay, huh, Guff? No permanent injuries? I've been hit on the board, and I had 20 times. I feel fine. Hey, do you see any angels out there in my garden or it's just stars? Now, let me tell you guys something. I'm an angel in all my life, but I talk to one regularly all the time. What did you say? Oh, no, Guffie, no. Sure. You talk to angels. That's right. Come on, Guffie. Can we quote you on this? Well, why not? An angel sits in back of me and a drug out every day. Oh, Guffie, I'm here, Guffie. I said it. Was that knock on his head or what? But he certainly said it, and the papers had a feel to it. Poor Guffie. They killed him without mercy, pictures, stories, even radio and television. Only one person took it seriously. Bridget. Look, picture, isn't that wonderful? I see him and Guffie talk to him. Now, among those who gave a story at Bridget's ride were the sports announcer named Bayless. Some months back, when the pirates were in the cellar, Guffie had taken a swing at Mr. Bayless, and Mr. Bayless had never forgotten it. And then, not on the radio. And his latest little stomp is an unqualified admission to the press that he converses with angels. That's right, angels. Oh, for heaven's sake. Wait a minute, wait a minute. The manager of the pirates is unworthy of the high position he now commands. Guffie Madovern is emotionally unstable and guilty of conduct detrimental to organization. Well, that's not that. No way. Before his claim, his peculiar statement was made after being hit on the head with a line drive that he is not responsible. I would like to ask Mr. McGovern that question. Was he responsible seven weeks ago in Boston? How about it, McGovern? Seven weeks ago, were you or were you not found of mind and limb? Well, here in the studio tonight, folks is a man who can answer these questions. Would you tell us your name, please? Patrick J. Fenty. I'm a grumpy prick. Will you please tell us what you saw at Bravesfield about seven weeks ago? Well, I saw Mr. McGovern. He was hitting on second base after the game. What was he doing? He was talking. Talking? Who, too? Well, that's it. There wasn't anybody there. What did he say? Well, I couldn't hear everything. I was sleeping out the dugout. But one thing he said was, I have a right to know the name of my own angel. He said that, my own angel? Yes, sir. Then he said, don't go away mad. Thank you, Mr. Finlay. Now, I ask you, baseball fans, and you, Mr. Commissioner, is this the act of a normal, reasonable man? Well, as much as I hate to say this, I think the Mr. McGovern can take a long, long... I didn't see Guffley after the game that night. Nobody seemed to know where he'd gone. But maybe you know, huh? Well, you're right. Around past midnight, and sports fields were completely deserted, Guffley sneaked out to second base. Looked up at the sky and started talking. It's me again. Well... Well, it's about the boys. They get nervous, see? All this stuff in the papers about me talking to angels. Who told you this lie? Well, nobody. But if this keeps up, they're going to fall apart. I, uh... I thought maybe you got something you could forget. Oh, they're just nervous. Especially in an actual time like this. How are you doing, boy? Great. They're only trying to throw me in the loony bin, that's all. Just to make matters worse, I'm fresh out of pictures. That's all. Well, you ought to know. Martin's got a bad arm. Clark's on the thick list. And Saul Hellman's an old man. He wouldn't last three innings. Yeah, it's all three times. 16 years is a lot of fitting in the Major League. Well, it's his last. The next season, I want to send him to the Miners. That won't make any difference to Saul. He won't be around next season. What? We're signing him up in the spring. Everybody gets to play up here sooner or later. But, Saul, we were friends, pals. At least we used to be. He was a great pitcher once. He picked us who hit her in the World Series. Yes, I know. I was there. Good night, McGovern. Yeah. Good night. Today, thanks to Baylor's support announcer, the League Commissioner arrived in Pittsburgh. There was quite a gang of newspaper people leaving at the airport. My family's telling this. In the matter of Mr. McGovern, all parties concerned will meet tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock. Until I hear all the evidence, there's nothing more I can say. But, Mr. Commissioner, the pirates are playing their last game of the season tomorrow afternoon. It's for the parents. Thank you. I'm well aware of that. Well, I mean, do you think that this is the proper time to conduct an investigation? My dear young lady, any time is the proper time when the situation warrants it. Baseball is for the people who support it. My desk is piled high with letters. In other words, say you think that Duffy McGovern flipped his lid, right? Yes. No. No. Come around tomorrow. I'll tell you then. Well, I'll tell you then. What they're doing was more like a courtroom trial. The investigation hints on two points. One, are there such things as angels, and two, is it possible to talk to them? Now, how long have you been practicing for character, Dr. Blaine? 18 years, Commissioner. Well, you've heard McGovern's account of how a group of angels helped his ball team. How did his story impress you? Well, originally, a man worshipped the sun, the moon, or stones and trees. With the rise of religion, man felt the need of a closer alliance with the supreme being. So he invented the angels. Invented? Precisely. Just as a hurt child will run to its parents, so will man turn for comfort to a belief in angels. Mr. Bayless? Yes. Now, when this belief takes the form of actual conversation with angels, doctor, what's your professional opinion? I prefer not the same, Mr. Bayless, but I'd be very happy to see Mr. McGovern in my office. Well, Mr. Commissioner... Well, McGovern, I'd like to introduce three witnesses for the defense. Well, of course. You gentlemen over there. I don't know any of them, Mr. Commissioner. My name is Guffey McGovern. I'm Dr. Dempsey of the Kennedy Church. Rabbi Alan Hahn of Temple Israel. Father Ohu Land, Church of Our Lady Queen of Angels. Well, thanks. Well, I suppose you know that generalize Dan back to this hearing, so what do you think about it? I mean, you suppose there might be angels? Lead the way, Dr. Danforth. Well, to deny the existence of angels is to deny the word of the Holy Bible, which is specific on the subject. From the ancient Hebrew text, we have the words, as many I love him, as sons of God, get us him, they holy ones, and as... How do you find out there? Malachine. Malachine. Thank you, Rabbi. And Malachine, the messenger. Now, all of these may be translated angels. You'll check me on that, Brother Hahn. It was an angel who guided the children of Israel to the Promised Land. And in Psalms, we again find an angel, a protector of man, angel of the Lord and campus around them, and so forth. Rather, a whole hand, seeing as how there are whole copies of angels spreading through the pages of the Holy Scriptures, both Old and New Testament. I don't see how I can get out of saying I believe in them. I imagine the commissioner does too. Now, please, just leave me out of it. Father, do you also believe that angels play baseball? Well, now, son, considering all the great wonders that angels have performed, I'd be much surprised if they couldn't play baseball. Ah, but would they? Is it likely that a group of angels would lend support to a man like like Duffy McGovern? If a man should have a hundred sheep and one of them should go astray, Duffy not leave the ninety and nine in the mountains and go and see that which has gone astray. That's the Matthew, son. And besides, the Lord isn't a small-minded, as some of us more call now. And now, Mr. Commissioner, I had a short talk with that by Han in the elevator, and we both discovered that we're seeing a ball game at 1.30, so if you toast mine. Oh, not at all, but you'd better hurry. No, and if Dr. Blaine would care to see me in my office, I'd be very happy indeed. Hey, hey, fellas, why are you sitting? Well, gentlemen, I've listened to both sides, and frankly, I'm baffled. I'm sure we'd all like to believe in angels. I know I would. But if I only had just one tiny bit of concrete evidence, no matter how... Oh, excuse me. Are you sure you're in the right room, sister? I think so, Mr. Commissioner, and I'm sorry I'm so late. This child is rigid white. She wants to testify for Mr. McGovern. Mr. Commissioner, a minute ago we were all set to make a decision. Now, let's get on with it. I don't want anyone hammering away at this kid. Sister, won't you please get her out of here? Mr. McGovern, why are you afraid of? Huh? Well, okay, kid. Sit down, huh? This is white. Hmm, where do you live, little girl? Thank you for the time for us and girls. You, uh, you believe in angels? Doesn't everyone? Well, no. No, they don't. But I saw them, twice. I saw them in the ballpark. They were helping the pirates. Mr. Commissioner, may I question the witness? Go ahead, Mr. Baker. When you saw your, uh, angels, what were they doing? Well, there was once that may be how Mr. McGovern... That you didn't see him talk to Mr. McGovern? No, but I know I must have. Why? Because Mr. McGovern said so. And you think that one of your angels, one of these heavenly messengers would talk to a man like Guppy McGovern? Of course. Any angel would be proud to talk to a nice man like... Oh! Quiet, please. Quiet. Is that all, sir? And Mr. Commissioner, I hope we're not going to accept this as testimony. The trial is obviously prejudice. Why are you talking about, Taylor? Isn't it true that you try to adopt this trial? That you've made a declaration of this intention to the orphans' court? Well, I suppose I did. What about it? Well, there's nothing definite yet. I don't even know if the court let me have her. You don't just walk in and adopt a child. There's problems, like being well-married. Well, there's no problem here, Guppy. Just ask me. Nevertheless, you want to adopt her. Oh, that's nice. That's very touching. The little girl who saw the angels now stands up to testify for Mr. McGovern. Ladies and gentlemen, isn't she actually testifying for Papa? And isn't Papa... No! Gentlemen, I think his view is a fact. All things considered, this case is dismissed. I lost Guppy and his supper. All I thought was a glimpse of it was to get him into a taxi cab. But I knew where he was going. To fall to see him. That was a nice little break of you, St. McGovern. You heard what the fella said. What else could I do? You had no right to strike him. How many times do I have to... Okay, okay. Keep your shirt. Keep your wings on. I only hit him once or twice. You completely destroyed Princeworth. Well, I'm sorry. Send me a bill. Well, you ought to be sorry because when you busted that Princeworth you also busted our little agreement. Agreement? You got it. Well, please, now don't make jokes. If no jokes were finished. Look, a pen is hanging on that game today. You can't walk out on me now. I need you. Kind of a shame, isn't it? But don't worry. You've been on your own lots of times the last eight weeks. But I don't like to be on my own. I'm not happy on my own. I'll let you in on a little secret. You've learned something, Guppy. The most important thing in life is winning balls. We're... Well, we're a little proud of you, Lord. We'll skip the proud routine and just be at Forbes' field at 1.30. That's all I want. Oh, he can't make it. And no one can try to slow down. He's making me nervous. That's a dirty trick. Who ever heard of an angel who would stoop so low and do such a low-down dirty... Now, listen. Now, wait. Come back. Wait for a minute. We're here now at the Forbes' field. Oh, thanks, Cabby. What do I owe you? Nothing. Just tell me one thing. Who would you... just talk into? You mean my angel? Oh, he's nothing but a feather merchant. After all these weeks he picks the data. What happened that memorable afternoon at Forbes' field when the pirates played a giant for the tennis? Well, this much I can tell you. After eight innings, the score was 2-1 Pittsburgh. The pitchers saw Herman all the way. But, Paul was old and tired. And in the ninth inning, they really got him. Mr. Danis, of course, was back in the sex box describing the game on the radio. He's taking it all away, folks. But for some reason, my government insisted on leaving him in the game. But the Pittsburgh fans can be denied no longer. The government has finally made up his mind to take Helman out. But it may be too late. A hit could win this ball game for the giant. Duffy's out on the mound right now. Paul's going to Helman. Hard to say who replaced him. Two Pittsburgh pitchers have been warming up. Can you do it? I had to tell people they'd sure like to try. Let's hear a ball game. Stay in there. Thanks, Duffy. I mean, the Paul hit play of his career. He's leaving Helman in the ball game. Don't be a rescaler at that. A rescaler who leaves the league and runs bad at the end. To be back one in now, Mr. McGovern had better leave town. Now Helman's taking his time out there. That tired arm needs every second of rest he can get. He glances at his outfield. Here he comes. Hitting that front stick, but not this time. Let's go. Why didn't he miss? Strike one. Helman goes for the rosin bag now. Picked off his cap. Watch his forehead. Looks at his catcher for the signal. Takes the signal, gets another, goes into the wind-up. Here he comes. He'll take any time. He's a very, very tired pitcher right now. He watches our honor at third. Rub the ball. Stands motionless on the marbles. All right, into the wind-up. Here's a pitch. I helped Mr. McGovern's angels are pleased with the way things turned out. Are you happy up there, little angels? Why don't you get out? Kill at fourth field. Just the three of us. Bridges, Duffy and Guy. It was dark now. The grandstand was empty. Bridges stood there for a while, looking up at the sky. I can't see anything. Not even one angel. Me neither, honey. It was really true though, wasn't it, Duffy? Well, somebody must have helped me. Not only on the ball field either. Look what I got. I got you and I got Bridges. Some double play. I wonder who they were. Those angels. Well, you name them, honey. They're all up there. Walter Johnson. John McGraw. Christine Madison. Eddie Collins. Lou Gehrig. Babe Ruth. Great name. Great guy. And here they are, two angels and a chariot. George Murphy. Janet Lee. And John O'Connor. A good-willed in lately, George. Oh, I'm just sort of a roving troubadour of being, I speak for my supper here and there. Such belittling. And such nonsense. Besides all the wonderful public relations worth you do for our town and our industry, how about President Eisenhower's inauguration? That office where you're writing for, Mr. Murphy? I wasn't running for any office. I just had the great privilege and pleasure of being in charge of the entertainment for the inaugural festivity. You see, Donna, George is a very special person. He tells other people about our wonderful motion pictures. Our beautiful California. Our locally luxe girl. Particularly MGM luxe girls like Janet and Donna here. I certainly am a luxe girl, George. It's my favorite construction chair. And how about you, Donna? My luxe girl, how was my face every day? You used luxe soap and water? And I've been on for years and years. You see what I mean about these MGM girls? And then there's Lily, Young Beth, Confidentially Connie. Who are they? I know, Lily is a charming picture, co-starring Leslie Cown and Mel Pharrell. And Young Beth is just great with Jean Simmons, Stuart Granger and Deborah Carr. And confidentially, I'm Connie, co-starring with Van Johnson. My favorite brother's couple. Our makers of luxe porous soap invite you to be with us again next Monday evening. When the luxe radio theater presents Jane Wyman and Dick Hame in Just For You. It's deserving coming, saying good night to you from Hollywood. We're Joseph Kearns as the angel. Dan Riff as John. Jeff Pankin as the umpire. Helen Cleave as the threadweather. Lauren Stotkin as the rabbi. Herbalas as Saul. Steven Don as Bailess. And Yvonne Sadie, Tony Barrett, Fred Lecaille, Bob Griffin, William Johnstone, Herb Butterfield, Eddie Firestone, Herb Rollinsen, Ralph Montgomery, and Eddie Marr. Our radio play was adapted by S.H. Barnett and our music was written and directed by Rudy Shrager.