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Yes, it's beautiful. Now the interior is just the same as the last, but the casket itself is a bronze, solid bronze. Well, won't that be rather heavy? Yes, but not too heavy. Will there be six pallbearers? I don't know. Well, it doesn't matter really. Four men can carry this very easily. Miss Haskell, I want you to notice the floral design here, all hand wrought, every bit of it. And oh yes, notice the seams in this casket. It's very tight and watertight guarantee. You know, of course, how important that is. Yes, yes. But this casket in a hundred years or even 200 years will be just as strong and will look just as beautiful as it does on this stand today. You couldn't buy a finer piece of workmanship. How much is this one, please? This casket, a Doravo, by the way. Doravo for durability, we say in the trade. This casket is priced at, you see, $775. But we can't bring back the departed. No, our only solace is the knowledge that we've done in the last possible honor. Very well. I'll take this one. Well, I'm sure you're making a very wise choice. In all my years as a mortician, I've never found a family that regretted money spent on a Doravo. And now let me see. I'll give you a check. Oh, no, that won't be necessary. Not immediately, after the funeral will do. Oh, by the way, we haven't mentioned it. Are we handling the funeral arrangement? I really don't know yet. Oh, well, you want the casket delivered somewhere? No. I'd like you to hold it for a while, please. Hold it? But how long? For three weeks. Three weeks? I don't understand. Who is the party, the deceased? Who is this casket for? It's for me. You have heard the prologue to this evening's suspense play, The Sisters. Before we return to the scene of our drama, here is a message from your host, the Roma Wine Company of Fresno, California. You remember the old saying, the grass is always greener in the other fellow's yard? 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You'll agree here is truly superb wine that could come only from truly choice wine districts. And you'll say, no wonder Roma wines are America's largest selling wines. I'll spell out the name for you. R-O-M-A, Roma wine, made in California for enjoyment throughout the world. And now it is with pleasure that Roma wines bring back to our soundstage Ida Lapino as Lydia Haskell and Agnes Moorhead as Ellie in The Sisters. A tale well calculated to keep you in suspense. Where have you been, Lydia? You've been gone all afternoon. I've been shopping. What did you buy? Did you get the ribbons I asked for? No, I didn't have time. Oh, I wanted some new ribbons. My others are all worn out. See, Lydia? Ellie, I wish you'd stopped putting ribbons in your hair like a schoolgirl. You're almost 40 years old. I know, Lydia. I know. Well, then try to act like it. Hand me my sewing, and light the lamp. It's getting dark. I wonder why we have to grow old. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we'd always stayed young like we used to be? Did you remember when Mother used to send us to school with our ribbons matching and our dresses matching? And at the end of the day, no one would even guess we were sisters because I was always so musk and you were always so clean. Oh, I wish we were young again, Lydia. Stop talking nonsense, Ellie. It is nonsense, isn't it? Oh, the doorbell rang while you were out just before you came home. You didn't answer. Oh, no. You told me never to answer it. I just looked out of the upstairs window. Did you see who it was? Oh, yes. It was a man, a rather big man. He rang a long time, and then he went away. Well, he didn't see you, did he? Oh, no. I just peeked ever so carefully from behind the curtains, then I came down here and watched him going down the walk. You came down stairs? Yes, I... I told you never to come down those stairs when I'm not in the house. It was all right, Lydia. I held on very tight to the balusters all the way, and I didn't once look down the stairwell, so I didn't get dizzy and I didn't want to jump. Well, don't do it again. It was just that I was lonely. I didn't think you were ever coming home. Lydia, you didn't tell me what you bought. Hmm? Oh, I do rather. What's that? What's a deravo? Don't ask so many questions, Ellie. All right. Lydia, I think I'll so too. I could fix up one of these old ribbons. May I, Lydia? Yes, yes, so it'll be good for you. Thank you. Yes. Lydia, could I go shopping someday? You'll be a fool, Ellie. I'm sorry. I just thought... No, I suppose you're right. It wouldn't be, not here. There wasn't any mail today. Wasn't there? No, I thought perhaps it'd be a letter from David. It's been such a long time since he's written, hasn't it? I haven't noticed. Oh, yes, he used to write every week. One Tuesday. Then I'd get the letter on Thursday. But there wasn't one this week or last or the week before that. It's strange, isn't it? But perhaps he's been busy. Perhaps. Still, he never used to be too busy to write. I can't understand it. You suppose there's some other reason? What are you trying to say, Ellie? Are you hinting that perhaps I'm keeping your mail from you? Oh, no. Will you seem to be? Why should I keep David's letters from you? But I didn't say that. I just said it was strange that David hasn't written. That's all. He wouldn't keep David's letters. I know that, Lydia. Go on with your sewing. Oh, yes. I want to finish these ribbons. Stop singing that. Stop it. Lydia, it's in here. I've always... I don't care. I said stop. Or learn something else. That's all you sing day and night, day and night. Same tune over and over and over. I'll stop it. Lydia. Lydia, sometimes you frighten me. The way you look at me, you make me think that perhaps I'm not getting well. Perhaps I'm still crazy. I'm not. I'm not still crazy, am I, Lydia? Oh, yes. Well, can I speak to you for a minute? I was here this afternoon, but there was no one home. What is it, please? Well, we had a call from Dome Brothers, the undertakers. I'm from the police department. Really? Might as well see what the police could want with me. Come in if you wish. Thanks. Sit down. Thank you. There's nothing we want, Miss Haskell, except it's sort of unusual for a woman to order a casket for herself. Unusual? I've heard of many cases of that kind. People who are alone in the world and have no one else to look after things. Sure, I know. Only it's a little more unusual when you can name the date. The undertaker said you wanted the casket held for three weeks. Why, three weeks? Must be some reason for it. Yes, there is. I'm going to die. I shall die in three weeks, or perhaps even before. There's no doubt of it in my mind, and that's why I ordered the casket. You may call it a premonition if you want. Maybe I could also call it suicide. That's why I'm here, Miss Haskell. I don't know whether you know it, but suicide is a crime in the eyes of the state. Of which there is no punishment. Not if it's successful, no. But there is prevention. You see, I know I'm going to die. I feel it. I have no intention of taking my own life. There's no need to do so. Miss Haskell, this premonition, as you call it, any idea what brought it on? No. You've been speaking to anyone? A fortune teller or anything like that? No. Well, what makes you so sure? How do you know you can trust this premonition? You're not an old woman. I'd say you're in pretty good health. You have a lot of good years ahead of you. I have a religion. It's not a church religion, just one of my own. It preaches that people go on living until they've outgrown their usefulness. Then they die. From one cause or another. When that time comes, the desire to live is gone. And you see, only desire keeps the body alive and breathing. I don't understand that. No, I'm sorry. Miss Haskell, you live alone here? Yes. No relatives? No housekeeper? I live alone here. A very large house for a person living alone? Yes. There are three floors and far too many rooms. It's on the outskirts of town and it's quiet. And it gives me the privacy I've been looking for. A privacy which you are invading for the first time since I moved here five years ago. Sorry, Miss Haskell. I'm only doing my job. I was told to look you up and find out why you bought that casket. I think we may assume your job is over. I guess so. But the office might ask me to drop back once in a while, you know, just to keep in touch. I won't be at home. Why? You don't go out very much. The folks in the town say they don't even see you more than once a week, maybe. When you come, I won't be at home. All right. Sorry to bother you. Good night. Miss Haskell, how are you going to die? I don't know. Nor do I consider it important. Why should you? Good night. What are you doing down here? Haven't I told you never to come down here at night? Or what do you want? I heard that man who was here. Lydia, why did you buy the casket? Why are you going to die? You mustn't, Lydia. You mustn't die. I'd be alone if you died and you know what would happen? They'd send me away like they did once before. The people in the town would come and find me living here and they'd send me away. Go up to bed early and go to sleep. How can I sleep? Oh, Lydia, you won't die. Promise me you won't. I promise you. I'll go to bed. But why did you buy the casket? And the things you said to that man is if you wanted to die. Why, Lydia? Why do you want to die? I don't want to die. No one does. No, you have such a lot to live for, haven't you, Lydia? Yes. I've been happy, Lydia. You made me happy. And someday when I'm well again, I'll go back home and David will be waiting for me. You know he'll be there. You've always told me he'd be waiting. And you'll see that I'm well again and he'll take me back. I'm not so old, am I? David won't see me as old. He told me that when I was well, no matter how long it took, he'd still see me as a young girl. That's why I'd be happy. Just waiting for the time I can go back to David. Lily, haven't you learned yet? Don't you know yet that you're mad? And that you'll always be mad? No, don't say that. I'm getting better, Lydia. You know I'm getting better. Yes. I've been bowsing your hair, sewing ribbons all day long, sneaking about the house at night, spying on me, singing the same hymn over and over and over until I think I'm going mad too late. But that's why you want to die to get away from me. I thought you loved me, Lydia. Why should I love you? Look what life has given me and tell me why. You've always spoiled everything for me, Ellie, even from the time we were children. How could I spoil everything? We were just like the same child, Lydia. Twins, you were I and I was you. We looked the same, yes. We were born the same day, yes. And that's where it ended. You were the nice one. I used to hear them say so. You were even the prettiest, they said. As if they could see any difference between us. Whatever you wanted, you had. You smiled so beautifully, but I never smiled. Though I was the sullen one, the dark cloud in the house. You made it, so, Lydia, we all loved you. When a doll was broken, they gave you mine. When you tore your dancing dress, you'd take mine. You gave it to me, Lydia. I remember you gave it to me. I've always given things to you, Ellie. I gave you the best of everything we had. I've given you my whole life. I even gave you David. Lydia, you were in love with David. He came to our house. Was it you he came to see? Oh, Lydia, I didn't know. No, you never knew. No one did. I had to stand by and watch you take him from me. And when you had your first attack, I was glad. People said what a shame it was. But I was very glad. Because I knew then that he could never have you. Oh, yes, you were going to be cured, and he was going to wait. It won't matter how long he waits. You will never be cured, and he'll never have you. Never. You hate me. You've always hated me. I see it now. Even when you've been taking care of me. When we came to this town, you didn't bring me here, so I'd be cured. You wanted to keep me this way, mad. That's why you took me out of that place because they might have made me well again. Go upstairs. You hate me, and now you're going to die and leave me without anyone. I told you I'm not going to die. Oh, Ellie. Ellie, I'm sorry we've had this quarrel. I didn't mean to upset you. It's just that I'm not set myself tired. I didn't mean the things I said. It was only an idea I had in case anything ever happened to me. Let's get to Lydia. What's it for yourself or is it for me? Ellie. You wouldn't. You wouldn't, would you, Lydia? What are you talking about? Hold the lamp up. Hold it close to you. I want to see your face. Ellie, go up to bed. Yes, I can see it in your eyes. It is for me. You're going to kill me. You're going to murder me. Don't be a fool, Ellie. It's only you want to get rid of me because you hate me. Oh, now I see. I see you love David. You're going to kill me, and they'll come and find me and bury me, and they'll think it's you. Be quiet. They'll think it's you who is dead because no one knows I'm living here, and then you'll go away. And you'll say that Lydia has died, and he'll think you're me, and that you're well again, and he'll marry you. You'll have him. You'll be Ellie. You'll have David in my pain. Ellie. Ellie, stop it. Did you hear what I said? Be quiet. Be quiet. Our God's tears can get to bed. Oh, Lydia, Lydia, I'll kill you. Ellie. Ellie, are you awake? Ellie, dear. You mustn't think any more about what we said tonight. Do you hear? It's not so, Ellie. It's just your imagination, dear. You mustn't think about it. It will be bad for you. Are you asleep, Ellie? She's not asleep. She's lying over there on the other side of the room, staring at me through the dark. She knows it was the truth tonight. She's going to die, and I'm going to kill her. I quarrel. I shouldn't have let her know. I lost my temper. Stupid. I must think clearly. How am I going to kill her? It mustn't look like murder, because they'll suspect things then. No, it's suicide. Quinn. We'll have to be so loud that she knows. She's starting again. She's singing at him again. At him. Get excited. Just think clearly. How am I going to kill her? I wish it were over. I could go back then. Back to David. How quickly she saw through that, but I'd go back in our place. He'll never suspect, because I'll be Ellie to him. Ellie, cured and happy again. I learned to smile. First, she must die. Starewell. She gets dizzy if she looks down into the stairwell. It could be so easy. In a day or two, that policeman will come back to the house. They'll find her, and they'll think it's me. Of course. The stairwell. Three floors from the attic here. Three floors straight down. It's so easy when you think clearly. The stairwell. Of course. Ellie, you mustn't cry anymore. Do you hear me? Are you afraid of the dark? I like the lamp for you, dear. That's fair to her, isn't it? Why are you shivering? Are you cold? Come along, put your wrapper on. You'll go down to the power of light and fire. I'll make you a nice cup of hot milk. Come along, Ellie. No! Well, they stop acting like this. Now, come, dear. Here's your wrapper. Put it around your shoulder. That's the girl. Get up now. I'll carry the lamp. Give me your hand, dear. Oh, you're as cold as ice. Be careful. Walk slowly. There we are. Hold onto the banister, dear. That's right. I'll hold the lamp up high so that you can see better. I'm afraid. That's right here, dear. You see. I'm afraid. Oh, Ellie, you must get over that fear. Look, Ellie. Just look down. There's nothing to frighten you. Look down the stairwell, Ellie. I'm holding you, dear. Just lean over and look down. You can see all the way. No. Don't make me look. Don't make me look. You see? Nothing, is it? Nothing at all. No. Are you dizzy, dear? I'm holding you. Let me go. I can't stand this. Come closer, dear. No. Closer, Ellie. No. Lean over. Just look down. Do you hear, Ellie? Let me get back. Look, Ellie. No. Look down. No. Now, Ellie. My mind, of course, because this is the house, just here. Yes. She was interceded just a few days ago. Came in to order the casket. She saw a casket she wanted, and then she told me it was for herself. Well, she must have had a premonition. Yes. I notified the police, of course. She said she wanted me to hold the casket three weeks. Then just the day before yesterday, the police came back to the house here and found her lying at the bottom of the stairwell. Dead. She'd been dead about two days. Funny how she knew. The banister up on the attic floor broke away, and she fell. Did she have any people? No. They lived alone. They tell me we're going to bury her tomorrow. Haskell, the name was. Haskell. That's strange, living all by herself here in a big three-story frame house. Yes, isn't it? Thanks. What is it? My imagination, I guess. I could have spawned us all light in the attic windows as now. Well, it couldn't have been. The police have shut it up. Of course. That story of yours really gave me the creeps. Come on, let's walk down. Hmm. What a queer thing the power of suggestion is to be sure. You've conveyed it to me, of course. You know, just now I thought I could hear someone upstairs in there. A woman. A woman singing. A woman? Yes. Sort of crooning to herself. Some kind of a hymn. Who closes the sisters presented by Roma Wines, and starring Ida Lupino and Agnes Moorehead. Tonight's tale of suspense. In just a moment, we'll hear again from Miss Lupino. In the meantime, here is a true life suspense drama. Your guests raise their wine glasses to their lips. 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