 Suspense and the producer of radio's outstanding theater of thrills the master of mystery and adventure William & Robson it is a principle of law that a man cannot be charged convicted and sentenced twice for the same crime But there is no law in the books that says a man cannot murder his wife over and over again in his fantasy For a man of sufficient imagination Repetitive oxoricide can indeed become a pleasant way of bringing time to a stop as Vincent price Accomplishes it in present tense a tale well calculated to keep you in Suspense Through the dim pain the cold dark land wheels away and the hills beyond below the stars of black and sharp Dead Hills dark sky Cold steel below my feet cold as the face of the officer at my side Cold as the cuffs which link my arm to his which join us on this journey to the prison Where I die what a cigarette. No, I won't take one. No, I don't smoke cigarettes Okay, has this happened to you before what being handcuffed to a murderer has it happened to you before sure plenty times To an axe murderer. Yep, you're not the special brother. Lots of guys acts their wives lots of them Could have escaped after I killed her, but I I didn't Now it's too late late late ever too late never too late too late too late escape escape If the train would be wrecked if the detective were to be killed The sweet escape the light escape the crash escape No Where am I the cars must have gone down the gully no lights and those people in pain This thing fastened to my wrist. Oh, we must have gone halfway through the glass door Keep back keep back from his blood. I I don't seem to be hurt no broken bones escape now the key in his pocket in his bloody pocket and The cuffs are off his gun and the wallet his face His face is gone His own mother wouldn't know him I'm free Oil I must get away here now my ring onto his finger and that completes it Thus number 63 from Bakersfield now arriving, please claim your luggage at the curb Taxi master yes What to up Beverly Glen above sunset, I'll show you where that's it Hey, you read about a big train wreck. Yes Understand almost a hundred were killed. Oh It looks so small So shabby No one took care of it during the trial. No one cared no one no one cares now, but that's good I like that. I'll be alone and I won't let the neighbors see me and I'll sleep and Figure out where I go next The lights are on Someone is there The whole thing was so slick You always be the brains for both of us won't you honey, huh? No, it can't be she's dead. I know she's dead. I killed her another bottle of beer honey, huh? Yeah, sure You bet it's cold But I'm not You said a mouthful there never make me feel like this Take some man, baby Sit around and write those poems all the time. We framed it so good that even thought he killed you. What was that? I heard a noise mice You're funny, you know that real funny open the kitchen door so quietly and walk softly Here on the wall by the stove the cleaver Honest I hear something are you nervous? Yeah Relax just a little bit more. I see them now. It is she How did they do it? How did they trick me into imagining the murder? I am innocent sweet meets That's what you sweet meets Love your man the pig in his dirty undershirt soft weak white neck fat on his arms pink Grip the cleaver and walk like he shall be the first soft white neck Honestly, I hear some Wasn't matter sweet meets was it? And now you I was innocent and I thought myself guilty and Now I am truly guilty and never in my life. Have I felt so innocent like a dream like a night Mayer the confession the conviction the sentence And now once more dark night cold steel the sound of wheels Just as I lived it before Why even the cold face of the silent officer at my side Hard cold face so much like that other face want a cigarette now go on take no, I don't use them Okay Does this happen to you before why being handcuffed to a murderer has it happened to you before oh sure plenty times To an axe murder. Yep. You're not the special brother. Lots of guys axe their wives lots of them But were you ever cuffed to an axe murderer who killed two people two people at once you're talking about my sin My crime what I did I killed them both them. Oh take it easy brother. You only killed your wife Just heard just one that's all In a moment we continue with William and Robeson's production of Looking for a new lease on life Never mind the legal language just tune in on the happy things that happens six times a week on the aim is an Andy music All new and old song favorites a cheerful things with music Remember the fun is on the house every Monday through Friday evening and each Saturday in the daytime When the aim is an Andy music hall comes your way We continue with present tense starring mr. Vincent Price a tale well calculated to keep you in Suspense It had been raining for some days now And beyond the barred window the leaden sky bleeds sorrow on the barren land The lonely land The land beyond the prison wall The sky was blue and first I came here blue so blue and Now it has become as the walls of my cell of all ourselves dark cheerless cells these lifeless cells these cells of men Who wait to die that wet sky gray sky cheerless sky? But it is beautiful. I Have 12 hours left of life 12 hours left to live beautiful sky beautiful beautiful Wet and fresh and alive Or rather would I spend eternity at the bottom of a well with but one patch of that to gaze upon? Then leave this life Then leave this earth Then leave this sky but Leave it. I must The guard told me no man has ever escaped San Quentin's death row blocks and bars guards and guns lie between me in the world Beyond no escape Not from here, but wouldn't it be no blur to gamble my life in bold attempt then lay it down in reckless resignation a so Now to get out of this super guarded area Oh Oh What's the matter with you? Oh my god my god here. It's killing me. I'll call a medic As I press you tell me where it hurts. Oh everywhere dark it All over down here there Don't touch that please again. No call the ambulance This man's got appendicitis Hey, what do I do why don't they send somebody with you? Well, the interns are all tied up shots today Oh, look, he's acting kind of crazy. Let's get him over the hospital in a hurry I can't drive it. He fastened a windshield steam. So why you got a rag? Hey, what's going on back there your parents out cold and I've got his gun now Keep right on driving or the top of your head comes off. You won't get away with this. I will I'm betting my life that I will How far back is the prison about oh 15 miles at least that okay pull over Okay I'm taking her from here and you I watch your money in your clothes and then you can take your power back and explain about me They won't find that ambulance for days not at the bottom of that canyon and now I Cross the border on foot and in to Mexico a little card Bought in a back room with no questions asked and I became a tourist For days growth of beard and I became poor an empty suitcase with a butterfly net strapped to its outside And I became a source of merriment a funny dumb gringo And who looks with suspicion on the funny dumb gringo tourist who is poor Mexico City is beautiful But not when you're hungry Not when you are an American who is hungry Americans aren't supposed to be hungry But what can I do all I know is writing the writing of poetry? There is one place I might sell some poems Harlan his magazine prints some English stuff Perhaps well well why not I have three pesos left buy some paper a pencil sit in the park right and storm the bastions Yeah Good there good. Do you do you like the mr. Palin? Well, excuse me lucita I have some poems here. Let me see The river dabbled Dreaming drop old faster passion of my soul We need to move on need to yeah Yeah, just what I thought. Oh you're too kind in the pot should read his own words That drips sweet droplets passions goblets Fates Lucita likes your stuff a rare woman and I like what lucita likes. Ah-ha. She says we do a book of your stuff Oh, so here's an advance too much take it when the book 30 days right Got the poems. I'll get them. Your name is Smith. No good to doubt so true I'll make a new one. Please do and so good day, and I'll be back in 30 days with the poems America Miles below the bleak brown mountains the desert yellow and red my own mystic land My advance money went for new clothing in a round-trip plane ticket to Los Angeles and my new lease on life In a small file under the eaves of the little house in Beverly Glen There are poems more than a thousand of them poems which no one has ever seen poems written in the evenings after work on Sundays and now with the beard and the hat and the glasses no one will recognize me a Cain this I ought to carry a cane to get the poems Does someone live there in the house? Has someone bought it no matter get the poems and then get back to Mexico City Someone is living here Wonder who the hedge is trimmed and my hammock Somebody's put a new canvas cover on it Yes, no, no, it can't be well, what do you want? It's Mary, but I I thought I Was it baby. What is it mister? What do you want here? I? Are you the lady of the house? Some creep with a beard Yes, I'm the lady of the house, but I don't want to buy nothing Well, what is it Santa? What do you want? Are you the man of the house? Yeah, I'm the man of the house That's weakness. I'll say so whatever well I'm making a survey. I'd like to ask a few questions. May I come in? I don't know. I'll let him. What's the difference? Thank you Well first your name name yes, please French need Where's he going? Mister, what do you want in my kitchen the cleaver Mary? Don't you know me Mary? Hey, who are you mister? Look close Mary the cleaver Put it down. You know me know the man you tricked into San Quentin. No, don't put down Yes now you confession conviction sentence transportation and again Again the death house as before When I came here they promised I could keep the beard they promised I could keep the beard And it's gone Gone I can't remember when What's that who's coming ready? Ready it's time to go my son Time to go you've refused my help up to now But perhaps you'd like to walk with me rather beside you Padre than beside one of these mercenaries my my legs The muscles quiver Not with fear no But with the desire to feel themselves moving straining acting while yet there is time I am not afraid But this body I hate the thought of it's being killed by these men my beautiful body soon It will be dead cold rotting dead It will rot No No, they must not do this to me. You must be brave my son my body Years I spent with the great corporeal master the yogi Learning my bodily purpose my bodily care the use of willpower to control my body The yogi my teacher Yes, yes, I shall use yoga Suspend my breathing and become invulnerable to their gas suspend my body functions to the point of death and fool their doctor Of course. Oh, yes The greatest escape of them all at this time. I must succeed. All right. Here we are The room is so small Somehow I had imagined it would be larger Here is the chair. All right now. Yes straps hood And over there your arms long glass Small pain with the dark faces seen dimly through The witnesses there the whole room is like some strange sort of time machine Machine for launching a man into another dimension And so true That best begin to prepare myself There we are relax must relax It won't be easy. Have you Any last words my son? Yes Yes, one request Do not allow my beautiful body to be dissected or embalmed But on the third day after my death cremated that will be arranged as you desire Thank you and God be with you my son Remember what Jesus Christ said to the two criminals in this day shall thou be with me Move your head forward a little while I pull the hood down Yeah Now when you hear the pellets drop into the acid, don't try any tricks. Just breathe deeply see the fumes don't hurt You see I cooperate with us make it easy on yourself kid. You know what I mean? So dark here under the hood now The last breath as the yogi taught me and The lungs hold it Body limp all muscles tendons joints relax all slow the bloodstream lock the breath hold hold Slow slow Hold Suspend all bodily functions hold fix the eye in suspended animation gently Fix the mind on time He's the beating of my heart time is a picture on the screen of my mind Slow My perception is slower The time seems to spin by now Go slow my heart Then the latest go on Clearing the air of the poisonous fumes Now the doctor will come with his stethoscope. I Will my limbs to stiffness My flesh to coldness It's clear doctor you can go in now Well, let's see now respiration has ceased hard to stop By the authority vested in me by the state of California. I pronounce this man dead I Will myself to consciousness in six hours time Oh Where am I it's dark here and cold so cold Let's get up and see oh Prison morgue It worked But I'm cold. I'm so cold What's this on my toe tag? It's too dark to read it, but I know what it says. It has my name prison number time of execution Yes now to look around Because the next step must be played just right This should be it a coffin crate ready for shipping some cadaver being returned to a sentimental family well That ought to be just right and With him on my slab my tag on his toe and the most perfect escape of all time under way Here we go. I will my body to return from its state of suspended animation And to come immediately out of trance where next this coffin shall be opened. Oh fellow Must have a bad heart. Oh, let's see No, it's going. Let's hope he's out for a while This must be the work room light hanging over the work table and there are a locker With a suit fine And here in the desk might there not be Some sort of yes here a petty cash box and it's quite full The old boy apparently doesn't believe in banks and now now that Lazarus has returned from the dead This newspaper date line. I Was executed four days ago and now I find myself resurrected in Indianapolis, Indiana In California, this is Los Angeles you can clean your bag in the station or on the platform I've returned to my home a beautiful time to return home My old hammock is there my flowers my yard Now this is empty the lawyer said he'd had it cleaned up my books Pictures here My old pipe. I I haven't smoked it in years Mary didn't like it But now she's gone. I don't hate her anymore tobacco still fairly fresh Do the pipe There's that detective story. I never got the finish now. I'll have time Now I'll have lots of time time to smoke and read and write and rest The Sun's almost down twilight Wonderful time to get outside cool sweet air one of what kind of birds those are My hammock is so nice Light the pipe And relax Wish I could remember what page I was on But no matter I can begin again. I've got all the time in the world the rest of my life The birds the Sun is slipping out of sight death of the Sun How read the sky how soft those clouds so lovely so lovely What's that? Birds playing in the fish pond look at them happy birds That pissing all the man next door is turning on his lawn sprinkling system Lie here and smell the cool air evening coming on the sky grows darker lie in the gathering twilight death of the day birth of the night Sweet softness of the summer night coming Soon the stars Oh, it's lovely Heavenly just like heaven Lie and swing By the authority vested in me by the state of California, I pronounce this man dead suspense In which mr. Vincent price starred in William and robeson's production of present tense by james pole listen Listen again next week when we return with raymond burr in the peralta map Another tale well calculated to keep you in suspense Supporting mr. 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