 The House of Squibb, manufacturing chemist of the medical profession since 1858, brings you Academy Award. The pictures, the players, the techniques and skills which have won or been nominated for, the coveted awards granted each year by the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences to each in his field for outstanding achievement. The House of Squibb, makers of the great family of Squibb medicinal products, brings you Paramount's hit picture, A Rise My Love, which won the 1940 Academy Award for the year's best original story. As our star today, we are happy to present Mr. Ray Mulan, who as best actor of the year won the 1945 Academy Award. Summer of 1939, the Spanish Civil War is over. The actors take their places in the wings, ready to go on stage for the Second World War. Some, however, have finished their careers. They wait in the military prison, pay the price of the defeated. Well, Lieutenant, my turn to be shot, huh? Now I'm ready. Here's my last will and testament. Bring it with you. Your wife has won your reprieve, Lieutenant Martin. My what? Your wife. You are pardoned. Wife? You nuts? Senor, you will come this way, huh? I hate you. Maybe I shouldn't come for you at all. Senora, he is a young man. When I was his age and engaged, I too ran away for service in Spanish Morocco. Salvador, bring the prisoners' belongings at once. I'm sure Senora and Senora Martina are in a hurry to leave. Oh, Tom! Uh-huh. So it seems, darling. The purpose of which is signature. Very well, Lieutenant. I'll take care of them at once. Come. All right. Let's have it. Who are you? Be careful if you don't want the two of us shot. They might be listening. Well, what gives, gorgeous? I'm Augusta Nash, Associated News. I thought of this gag to make a story. An exclusive beat. But why pick me? It had to be an American for the home papers. You see? Oh, sure, sure. I hope you don't mind. Of course not. I can get shot anything. My darling, my darling. Oh, they have been so kind. The Spanish are the most civilized people on Earth. They have so, so... Uh-huh. I beg your pardon, but it is time for you to go. Can I call you a car? No, Your Excellency. I hired one. We're catching a plane for Paris at 2.55. Paris. I'd much rather be in Paris this afternoon than in your pine box, Governor. Goodbye, Excellency. And again, I thank you from the bottom of an overflowing heart. Oh, you pull not. It is nothing, nothing. Oh, come, darling. The car is waiting. Yes. Goodbye. They, uh, they say shot down 19 of our planes. Huh? Oh, oh, yes. A very good pilot. He forgot something. A letter. I'm addressed to you. His last will and testament, I think. No harm in reading it, huh? What a man will write when he is about to die. Finally, I direct that there shall be no melancholy among these, my flying friends, as I die an orphan and a bachelor. A bachelor. Maldita. She's not his wife. We have been tricked. Kind of a church bell makes a sound like that. That's no church. That's the alarm bell at the prison. Tom, we're trapped. They're coming across the field. There's a plane. Come on. Is this or nothing? Look out. The mechanic spotted you. K's the shade. K, K, K, out of your steps. Shut up. Healthy. I can't get him. Up you go. Hold on. This is going to be the fastest takeover in the books. Here we go. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. I distinctly remember you saying it as we took off. Yeah. Song of Solomon, chapter 2, verse 13. I know, but why? My good luck. Some pilots say terrible things. I say nice things. Scared? Yeah, but I've got a lullaby of a story. You ought to get better soon. You've got exactly 47 gallons of gas. This crate does two miles to the gallon. That's 94 miles. It's 120 to the French border. Why didn't you steal a plane with a full tank? That guy got a good notion to get out of this fat little clown to your inn and let those two fighters on our tail get in a few bursts with you. Have we got things on our tail? Yeah. Spaniards with no souls at all. This'll make a much better story if we land in France. Sure it will. If we land back in Spain, it'll look reasonable like an obituary, baby. Tom, they're shooting at me. Get back in your clothes. All right, but you better be grateful to me when we do. That was close. But what a story I've got now. Mean. It's got everything. Reporter tricks fascists. Rescues doom pilot. Chased by fighters. Makes French border with tailwind and prayer and one drop of gasoline left. What about love interest? What do you mean love interest? Just what I say. Better move over here close. I will not. Okay. Back in the cloud, Bill. Shoot us down. Promise to put love interest in this epic? No. What I was saying. What this tale needs is a little love interest. Darling, you're right about that last drop of gasoline. Where are we? Coming down in French territory. Oh, what a ride. Well, you got your story, didn't you? And you're alive, aren't you? Don't care, Miss Brisbane. Hold on. Ah, here. To coin a phrase. Yeah, I got lots of them. What happens now? I'm getting to a telegraph office to file my story. Wait. What for? You can't take advantage of me now. Look, now don't be a dope, Gusto. Go roll your hoop, hero. You're only a front page story in my life. And if I never see you again, it'll be okay with me. Miss Augusta Nash of the Associated News, monsieur. No. Oh, but yes. Oh, but of course. Now Paris is really Paris. Just a moment. If it isn't French page Gusto herself. Come on in, baby. Paris sure was lonesome without you. I'm here on assignment. I had to come. Well, that's too bad. I've got to know everything about you. 50,000 more words, as a matter of fact. You're a big success in the hometown papers. That's what a love interest will do. If I told the truth about what a cad you are, you'd be the biggest heel in the United States. But in Paris, oh, la la. I've got a camera. A great big camera man standing just outside that door. One pass out of you and he'll take your picture for a welcome mat. Relax, Miss Nash. You're as safe with me as you would be at home and afford Roadster on a Saturday night. Thank you. Now, let's get the thrilling details of your moronic childhood. Born? Yes, though some people seem to resent it. Where? Cleveland, Ohio. But tonight I'm in Paris and they have a guillotine here for people who work at this hour. It's eight o'clock. 10 of. All right. But on the Champs Elysees, the lights are bursting into bloom. In the restaurants, wines are growing cold and women, women are putting perfume behind their ears. Miss Nash, have you ever been to Maxime's? No, I always carry a box lunch. Well, it has a red plush candlelight, mirrors, caviar, champagne, and there's something in the air. La Mour? Yeah, all right. So I'm devoting my first three nights to it. That's an awful lot of La Mour. I was in jail an awful long time. I have reserved a table for nine o'clock. I won't go. Who's inviting you? I'm meeting a lady there. With perfume behind her ears? Well, as a matter of fact, she's a Romanian. You know anything about Romanians? No, no, I collect Persians. Well, Romanians have no sense of time. This one always keeps me waiting. Now, while I'm waiting, I can be interviewed. You can be stuffed for all I care. Of course, you can go back to associated news and tell them that you couldn't get the additional 50,000 words. I see what you mean. Then shall we say Maxime's at nine? I certainly, Mr. Martin, certainly. You will know me because I'll be wearing a shawl over my head. When you hear the slap of my bare feet on the floor, just tell the waiter I'm the girl with your laundry. Good. And when my Romanian heavy-dade shows up, I'll expect you to run along. Good evening, Ms. Nash. See you at nine. No! You will hear the second part of Academy Award in just 52 seconds. 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But first, for making this story available, we want to thank Paramount Pictures, whose current release is To Each His Own, starring Olivia DeHavilland. Now, the House of Squib presents part two of Academy Award, starring Ray Merland in Arise My Love. You never met Limburg. Where were you when he made his flight? I was in the Boy Scouts, Troop C, Wolf Patrol. I just grabbed up two Scott Masses the wrong way and I am. No, no, no, no, no, no. You were in New York, one of cheering millions. That was when you vowed to fly or die. How did I do? You turned out to be a louse. Thanks. Have a drink? Yes, I will. Cordon Rouge, 33, with a dash of creme de mince. Why, certainly. Louis, you heard the lady. We, Flower Girl. Oh, it was you. Gusto, I have a problem. You see, the last time I saw this Romanian lady fare, we had a bit of a round. She seemed to get the impression that I was in something of a heel. No, don't tell me it's all over town. Yep. So, Gusto, I must erase the footprint left by a heel. Why, you're beginning to sound human. Well, you see, I'm quite crazy about this girl. She's swell, really. Only she has standards. Now these flowers might help. What should I choose? Oh, you wouldn't want anything routine. How about these? Jasmine. Those little things? Smell them. Wonderful. Yes, sir. Put these on my table, please. We miss it. Now, let's get on with our interview. Uh, you were in commercial aviation. Were you ever a test pilot? Nope, that was Gable. You'd better sip your wine. Oh, yeah, the wine with the clementamont, of course. Oh, listen to that. My favorite song. Yeah, it's pretty. My big sister's bow used to sing it. Oh, he had a terrible voice, but a lot of feeling. Gusto. Yes, Tom. Couldn't we dance? What about your Romanian girlfriend? Well, I told you she was always late. Well, all right. You told me so I can keep an eye on the front door. Okay, Gusto. You watch the door and I'll watch you. Tom. Yeah? Paris is wonderful. Even in a rented fiac. You're terrific. You'd be terrific even in Pittsburgh. Tom. Yeah? Whatever happened to that fat Romanian? She wasn't so fat. How can you tell she never showed up? Maybe she doesn't even exist. Maybe. Maybe I walked into a trap. Gusto, do you like being trapped? I loved it tonight. What do you mean tonight? I'm playing for keeps. No, Tom. I'm sorry. I've had a grand time, really. And I've had a grand time from the moment I first saw you walk into that prison office. But I'm getting out of this trap, Tom, right here in this corner. Private, stop here. Now, look, Tom, let me get this off my chest. I'm falling in love, Tom. I know all the signs about me. Chills, fever, weak stomach. The works. And I can't afford it. You see, Tom, I... I've just gotten a break in the newspaper business. Now I want to go places for a while. I want to watch history being made and write about it. I got ink in my blood, Tom. Oh, nonsense. No day with what you've got showing is any business to have ink in our blood. And as far as careers are concerned, I'll give you one that'll keep you dizzy. Watching over a goon called Martin. When I'm near you, I keep looking at the world through a wedding ring. And that isn't good for a headline, Hunter. Now, look, tonight I go up to my room, and I beat my brains and write the last chapter on the life of Tom Martin. Oh, nuts. Then when I write the end of that story, I pack my bags and rush out and catch a train. Train? What are you talking about? Train to Berlin, Tom. Berlin, where the madmen are drawing a bloodbath for the world. Associated news is sending me there as a correspondent. It's a big break. Break, huh? You talk of getting a break when those swine are getting ready to ruin the world. You talk of seeing the world through a wedding ring. Downhand me that. You see the world through an ice cube, baby. What, Tom? Go ahead. Go ahead and try and write that story. Tell those millions at home how you won the heart of the dashing flyer. Tell them he offered you love, devotion, the real McCoy, complete with wedding ring, a little flattened sunnyside, and how you bravely turned him down because you were to write about Hitler and his hoodlums because, after all, marriage is for simple folk. But a newspaper woman has a public. Good night, Miss Nash and happy headlines. Tom. Oh, Tom, it isn't so. It isn't so. It doesn't seem to help me open this window. It's stifling in here. Hey, ma'am. Sure, let me help. Oh. It's close in here, isn't it? These European trains always smell of odor, cologne, and hard-boiled air. Tom, what are you doing here? Why are you running after me? I'm not running after you. Just have beyond the same train, the same compartment. It's just a coincidence, it's all. Just a coincidence. That's right. The eighth you will claim. Here. Berlin? Yeah, yeah. Warsaw. Thank you. You're going to Warsaw? Volunteered Thomas Laszmattinovsky reporting for duty with the Polish Air Force. When did you enlist? Before breakfast. My credentials? The Polish consulate is working night and day, signing up flyers. Looks like any moment now. Tom, did last night have anything to do with your joining up? Last night? No. The nights seldom have anything to do with my decisions. You see, I have principles. When Adolf takes a poke at those poles, he takes a poke at people like me. Simple. Simple. What are you looking at, Gustav? scenery, a wood, a breeze. Yeah. The forest of Compeyne. Look at it. A kind grandmother dozing in her rocking chair. Old trees doing kerches in the wind because they still think Louis XIV will be passing by. Who said that? Doesn't sound like you. Now, a French boy was with me in Spain. Used to talk about this scenery back in Spain. He must have been a nice boy. He was. He had principles too. Back when very few people could afford them. You know, it would be kind of a nice gesture if he could stop this train and take his memory through that forest. Sit beside a book. Stroll with a wild strawberry scroll. Nobody can stop this train. Only pulling that emergency cord. You don't savvy much, French. Sign says that anyone who pulls that cord as a joke goes to Devil's Island. French is so excitable. Listen, career woman, you're as safe as in a church. You're worried about your career. Well, nothing can stop you now. It's Berlin at 70 miles an hour. No danger at all. No danger, whatever. So, there being no danger, you might as well admit you feel toward me the same way I feel toward you. All right. I admit it. There is no danger now. None at all. Even when I take you in my arms. No danger. I never did like kissing girls on trains. Let's get off this thing and spend a few hours in the forest of Compiègne. You can't stop this train now. Oh, yes, I can. Watch me. All I have to do is pull this emergency cord. I know this is the forest of Compiègne. I think it's really paradise. Well, seems the way to get to paradise is pull the emergency cord on a train. Oh, Tom, why should we have paradise when the rest of the world is ready to burst into an inferno? Let's enjoy paradise while we can. Don't you think we'd better get back to the inn? Just one more minute, darling. Just one. It's so cool. You know, there's dew in your hair. And there's an ant strolling up your cheek. I wish it were your lips. Such a little kiss. Such a little ant. Oh, Tom, this is too good to laugh. No tears, please. Even if it is our last day. No tears. But it's early and it'll be a long one. Maybe the sun will stop. Thomas, it's begun. Let's get back to the inn. There's a radio there. Pushing rapidly toward the heart of Poland and with Nazi bombs falling on every important Polish town, the French and English governments await an answer to their ultimate. General mobilization has been ordered. The train to Paris at 8.5. You are Americans, I believe. Before you came in, there was a broadcast from your embassy in Prairie asking that all Americans return to America as soon as possible. Thank you. Oh, Tom, what do we do now? Well, you feel pretty foolish to take apart another of the races on? Yes, we stay. We're not turning back now. We're not running home just because we got sentimental for a day or two. No, we make great gestures, don't we? We're gallant, we're reckless. We're the new lost generation, you flying till it happens till they smash it a bit. And I writing and writing. Oh, Tom, I wouldn't care if I never wrote another word. Gusto. Oh, Tom, half of the little newsreels in Cleveland. To me, Cleveland sounds like heaven. Heaven. I'm sorry. The Yield of France is sold out. Aquitaine is sold out. Washington's sold out. But you said we... Oh, oh, yes, madam. Here you are. Two on the Athenian. Oh, good. Tom, we're on the Athenian. Both leaves Liverpool at four o'clock. Plain in one hour. Thank you very much. Here you are, sir. Champagne and mint. And four glasses is ordered, sir. Thank you, student. You expecting a storm tonight? Oh, no, sir. Just a precautionary measure, so the lights can't be seen. The Admiralty has ordered a complete blackout. No calls for alarm. We're at war, sir. So we've heard. Well, here's to Augusta Nash, career woman, foreign correspondent, queen of headlines. Goodbye, career woman. Into the ocean with the glasses. Into the mighty deep. Toast number two, the Tom Martin Crusader, Avenger of the Oppressed. Goodbye, Tom Martin Crusader. Into the deep, deep, deep. None of the Athenian's life preserves so nafty. Not even a thought. Not even a thought. Dead men tell no tales. Tom, you wouldn't have it any other way. No. No, darling. We're playing for keeps. Oh, Tom Martin. Tom! Tom! I've been torpedoed. Play those boats. Wait for the coast of Ireland. You look so little in that life boat and it pulled away. What happened to you? They fished me out of the water. One of three sea planes up and flying with them. Flying? Yeah. A New Zealand kid. R.A.F. Two dozen times you set that five ton plane down in the sea and picked somebody up. The last time he was so done in, he just fell forward on the stick. So you took over. Oh, I had to, Gusto. Tom Martin. Yeah. I beg your pardon, sir. The commander says it's all right, sir. Thank you. I'll be with you in a minute. Yes, sir. They wanted me to help find that sub. They need me, Gusto. Oh, please. Please don't look at me like that. Don't make me feel as if I'm walking out on you. You know, only yesterday we thought we could throw two people overboard. God knew better. He threw us right back after them. Yes. Oh, Gusto, I've never loved you so much. You're joining them, the R.A.F.? Yes. But look, Gusto. This is the end. The end? You don't think this is the end? That some crowd down in that sub is going to click his heels and say that freedom is a sign of weakness and incompetence and that he and his master race only have to push a button and we all go down like stones to the bottom? No. This isn't the end. This is the beginning, darling. A beginning of something you and I have to end before we can go back to Cleveland. Before any free person can go back anywhere and stay free. I know, Tom. I know. There must be a phone in the village and I have a story to tell the world. That will be a beginning. Marietta, thank you. Yes, darling. You say it to America. Say, arise, my love. Be strong so you can stand up straight and say to anyone under God's heaven all right, whose way of life will it be? Yours or ours? Goodbye, darling. Not goodbye. Just I'll be seeing you. Yes, Tom. This way, sir. Okay, RAFF to you. Okay, thanks to medical science, thousands with heart conditions may now live reasonably normal happy lives. 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