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And I just couldn't believe it because I've always remembered you as just a reader. One who used to make the most devastating criticisms of the scripts I wrote before I... Well, before I got sick. I've been ill, you know. Did you know I'd been ill? But everything's all right now. Oh, good. I'm glad. Sit down. Won't you, Jane? Thank you. I'm exhausted. I've been shopping, shopping, shopping all afternoon. I've been buying supplies for my hobby, you know. I do etchings now. Do you know what's in this bottle? Acid. Nitric acid. It's away the steel plates, you know. Amazingly powerful. As a matter of fact, that's why I'm here. I was buying this and I got an idea for a story. I'd like to tell it to you if you have a minute. Why, of course, Jane. Oh, Grace, if anyone calls, I'm out. Yes, Miss Lewis. And tell Johnny Elman... No, wait a minute. I'll write it down for you. Last time I was here, Leo Burns was head of the story department. Oh, he's producing now. Oh? Doing very well at Universal. So many changes. Here, Grace, right away. Yes, so many changes. Ah, cigarette. Thanks. It's been a long time, hasn't it, Phillip? Yes. You're looking well, Jane. I'm feeling all right now. I don't want to talk about me. I want to tell you this idea. It's all worked out in my mind, except the end. I don't like the end. But, well, anyway, we open in the living room of a rather nice little house in the hills above the strip. I don't know if you were ever in the place I once had up there. Anyway, a place like that. It's around two in the morning, and there's this girl pacing back and forth in this living room. Call her Sally, Sally Summers. She's smoking a cigarette, quick, nervous puffs. Her abruptly, she flips the cigarette into the fireplace, hesitates a moment and then picks up the phone. Sally's a screenwriter, not a bad person. If you knew her, really knew her, you'd see she's not a bad person. All she wants is a little affection, a little love. That's all she wants. She's a screenwriter, and she's 43 years old, and she's married to an actor, and he's 19 years younger than she is. It's two o'clock in the morning, and she's all alone. McCombo is Chris Summers there. Christopher Summers. One moment, please, I'll see. 43 isn't very old. She's always taken care of herself. Looks ages younger than that. She and Chris have been married almost a year, and her whole life is wrapped up in the boy, and it's been fine until recently. Recently it hasn't been so fine. Hello? Chris, where have you been? I've been worried sick. No, I'm sorry. Mr. Summers isn't here. Not there? Oh, thank you. She's phoned everywhere. She can't find him. It's getting later and later. And there she is in this empty house above the silent sleeping city, and she's ready to scream. And she hears his key in the lock. Oh, you're still up? Chris, where have you been? I just about decided to call the hospitals and the police. Where have you been? I don't know, here and there. You shouldn't have waited out for me. But it's almost three. I thought I... Oh, I didn't know what to think. I said to myself, was he in an accident at the studio? But I phoned and they said no. You had checked out when they finished shooting at six. I've been driving around. I drove out to the beach and then I went for a walk. Have you eaten, darling? Would you like something to eat or maybe a drink? Don't fuss over me, Sally. That's all I ask. Please don't fuss over me like a mother hen. I like to fuss over you. Sorry, I... I didn't realize I was doing a mother hen bit. But you might have phoned me. I didn't feel like talking to anybody. Not anybody. Chris, what happened at the studio today? What difference does it make? Tell me. You're letting it all out on me and it's not fair. I have a right to be told. All right, I'll tell you. One of the grips had a release full of greeting cards. He was peddling greeting cards for Mother's Day. And Harry Minch was on the set and you know what a kid a Harry is. And he bought one for his mother and then he turned to me. I don't want to hear it. You'll hear it anyway. He turned to me and he said, Chris, these Mother's Day cards are beautiful. I said, I don't want to hear it. They're beautiful. He said, why don't you send one to Sally? And that's not all. I won't listen. Take your hands away from your ears. Let me go. You're going to listen. Chris. I've been getting these dirty digs since we first started seeing each other. No. Last summer. I was doing a scene with Ada Field last summer and someone asked me if I'd seen Sunset Boulevard and Ada yelled, seen it, he's living. No. Please. Please, no more. Please. So now you know. Chris, look, we knew it wasn't going to be easy. There's knowing and then there's knowing. Leaving the lot this evening, I ran into Harley Duke and I braced him. How much longer am I going to be kept in small parts? I said, how much longer am I going to play third man in the posse and g-mom? What's for dinner? He said, how can you be built into love's young green for the Bobby Sox as well? You're married to someone twice your age. No. Get wise, kid. He said, get wise. That was seven, eight hours ago. Since then, I've got wise. You what? I'm leaving you. Chris, no. No. Chris, listen to me. It's not a perfect marriage. All right, so it's not a perfect marriage, but it's the only marriage we have and you try to make it work for better or worse. That's what he said for better or worse. I'm leaving. That's what I came back to say goodbye. Chris, no, I love you. You're all I have. That's your problem. I've got my own. Chris, I won't let you. Get out of my way. Chris, I won't let you. Get out of my way. No! Chris! Ever play with a kaleidoscope when you were a kid, Phillip? Little doohickey filled with colored beads and stones. You put it to your eye and you see a wonderful pattern. You turn it a bit and you see a new pattern. Same stones, same beads, but now they make a new pattern. Love changes to hate just like that. Sally looks about the room after Chris leaves. Her gaze falls upon a little ceramic dog he bought for her on their honeymoon in Mexico and suddenly she seizes it and the lamps they bought at auction at antique shops. One by one in the coffee table, the hot-stable, the easy chair, the love seats, all the books on the shelf, ice sprays, pictures on the walls, all of it! In the morning, when her maid comes in... Miss... Miss Thomas? I'll destroy him. Miss Thomas, honey? I'll destroy him. I'll destroy him. I'll destroy him. Hello? Hello, Dr. Kobe's office? I'll destroy him. This Miss Thomas made. Let me speak to the doctor. I'll destroy him. It's all she says for a long time to come. Just those three words. Maybe that ought to be the title. Three lethal words. How fun, you know. Now, the next part of the story is... is confused to me. It's not clear in my mind at all. There are doctors in it and people whispering to each other and looking at Sally and a long automobile ride ending at a gate. She's taken to an asylum, a large, sprawling place like a... like a country club with guards. And they start to put her together again. They're very kind and patient and good at their jobs. And they put all the pieces in place. All except one. She hides that one from her because there's something she has to do. One night while playing canasta with one of the nurses in her room, she starts to do it. Care to play another hand, Sally? Isn't it time for you to go off duty? Oh, it's another half hour. Deal. Okay. Going to town? Got a date? Uh-huh. Score a dance. Got a new dress I'm going to wear. Nice. Oh. I'd show it to you, but it's my police. My police is in the car. Change at your sister's house, huh? Uh-huh. 15. Where are you going? To get a hanky. They're very careful at the asylum. There's nothing you can use as a weapon. But the bureau in your room has three drawers to pull out one of the drawers all the way and raise it above your head and get behind the nurse while her back is turned and she's looking at the cards. And then you carry her to the bed and take off her uniform and put it on yourself and cover her with the blankets. Then down the corridor and down the steps and across the lawn to the parking lot, there's only one bad moment at the gate. But all the men at the gate can see is your white uniform in the dark and he knows the car. So you just wave to him and he opens the gate and you drive through. And once through, you step on the gas and you're free, free! Jane. Jane. What? Sit down, Jane. I got carried away. Where was I? Sally was driving away from the asylum. Have a cigarette. She's driving? Oh, yes. As she drives through the darkness toward Hollywood, she's filled with a terrible eagerness. You see, she knows exactly what she's going to do. She's not going to kill Chris. Oh, no. No, that's too good for him. He's got to be destroyed. But it's no good if he's not alive to appreciate that. He's got to know he's been destroyed and go on knowing it. So she's decided to change that handsome face of his. Turn it into a scarred and pitted monstrosity. Something that will never, never again face a camera, nor attract a woman, nor cease to remind him that once there was a wife named Sally, who loved him so much, she reaches Hollywood at dawn. Then she abandons the car on a side street and walks and walks until she passes a shop selling artist supplies. Can I help you? Yes, I am. I'm doing some etching and I... I've got some plates. I've got some fine copper plates. I'm out of acid, though. What mordents do you have? Let me see. Got some dutch. Got the iron perchloride. Got the nitric. That's the best. I'll take a bottle. I don't seem to have it diluted. I'll take it full strength. Yes, ma'am. Oh, I don't suppose I have to warn you to be careful about handling. Oh, I'll be very careful. Here you are. Thank you. Doing landscapes? No, as a matter of fact, I'm... I'm doing a portrait. Portrait of a man. From life. And there she was, out in the street with a bottle in her hand. A bottle just like this one, Phillip. She's been a writer, and she's known the joy of creation, but it can't compare to the exaltation she feels now. Now, as she goes forth to experience the joy of destruction, I'll destroy him, she says. I'll destroy him. I'll destroy him! The light is bringing you, Miss Joan Crawford, in three lethal words. Tonight's production in Radio's Outstanding Theatre of Thrills. Suspense. Ready for Easter, Oscar Otto? Sure am, Mr. Wilcox. With an auto light staple battery under my hood, I'll be the jauntiest jitney in the parade. Well, you can't miss if you've got the battery that needs water only three times a year in normal car use, Oscar. Why, that auto light staple has over three times the liquid reserve of batteries without staple features. 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Jane, why don't you put the bottle down on the desk? Why? Well, you might accidentally spill some gesturing with it in your hand and it does contain a powerful acid. Don't you think I know that? Do you think I'm irresponsible or something? Oh, no, no, of course not. I don't think I care for your attitude, my young friend. What makes you think I can be spoken to like that? What makes you think you can treat me like this, Chris? What makes you think you can get away with it? You listen to me, Chris. Philip, Jane, not Chris. Philip, Chris is the young man in your story. Go on with your story, Jane. Yes, I'm enjoying it. Story? Yes. Sally Summers had just left the shop with a bottle of nitric acid in her hand. What did she do then? You really enjoy it, don't you? It is rather good, isn't it? Except the end. I don't like the end. It's not the end I want. I... That is she. Sally sets out to locate Chris. She enters a drugstore, goes into a phone booth. Hollywood 9-5-2-6-4. Hello. This is Mr. Summers' housekeeper. Is it possible for me to speak to Mr. Summers? Christopher Summers. One moment, please. Hello? Hello? Hello, Mr. Summers is with the Lucifer Labs unit. They're shooting out on the back lot today. I can't put you through to them. Get a leave of message. No. It can wait, thank you. You sure you don't want to come in for a drink, huh? No, I want a shower first. Chris, is there any word on her? No, I'm worried, aren't I? Not for myself, no. Well, you don't have to worry about me. Chris. I'll go shower. I'll pick you up for dinner. Where are we going tonight? Well, Zeld and Charlie expect us at their place. Chris. I don't look so worried. It's all right. I'll see you soon. Hello, Chris. Sally. Long time no see. Well, Sally, I... Sit down, Chris. Sit down. Well, how are you, Sally? I want to look at you. I'd almost forgotten how good-looking you are. You really are, you know. How's the career? The career. How goes it? All right, I guess. Sally... Are they starring you? Beginning with this one. Sally. Good. Are you happy? No more dirty dinks? I'm happy, I guess. This is the picture of the lucky girl. She's lovely. So young. I'm very pleased, Chris. This is just the way I wanted you for the moment. Successful, happy, in love. Sally, I want you to know I never meant to play the heavy in your life. I know. Don't think I never felt badly about everything. I know. I'm not much good, but I want you to know I didn't mean for you to be hurt. I know. And, of course, anything I can do for you. There's one thing you can do for me. Just name it. Look at me. Take a good, long look at my face. Why? Because I want it to be the last thing you're ever going to say. That night, back at the asylum, she enjoys the first untroubled night's rest she's had in a long time. No sedatives, no wet packs, nothing. She just sleeps. And after that, she gives them the part of herself that she's kept hidden. And now they have a real chance to make her whole and well again. But it takes time. Two years, three years, four. And one day they tell her she's as well as they can possibly make her and fit to leave. If she avoids strain, avoid shocks. Remember all that she's learned about herself. There's no reason why she cannot go out and make a place for herself in the outside world. One evening, shortly after they tell her that, she finds herself in the reception office, beliefs packed, waiting for the car that will take her away. Her doctor is with her, saying goodbye, and there's a small radio in one corner playing a waltz. Right to me occasionally. I want to hear from you. I'll keep in touch. And if you ever wish to see me... I won't hesitate. There's a car coming now. Yes. Goodbye, Sally. Goodbye, Doctor. Break any rules if I kiss you. After this long of friendship, I'll be silly. Thank you. The announcement of the winner of this year's Blaisdell Prize. Any chance of your ever winning the Blaisdell Prize? I've been planning to write the great American novel for some time. Now further ado, our guest of honor and the recipient of this year's Blaisdell Prize for the best American novel. Ready, Sally? I just want to hear this. Ladies and gentlemen, I take great pride in introducing to you Mr. Christopher Summers. Sally. The pathway leading to the literary life is a rocky one. And in my Helen case, a sunless one. And were it not for my Lisa and her help, some years ago, my sight and my career in an entirely different field of endeavor were destroyed. Sally. Nurse, turn that off. Sally. Sally, listen to me. Sally. Sally. But she couldn't stop laughing. For all I know, the car that came to fetch you is still waiting. Isn't that funny? Isn't that the funniest thing you've ever heard? I don't know why I'm laughing. Because it's really sad in a way. Really awfully sad in a way. Sit down, Chris. Sit down. Not Chris, Jane. Philip. Philip. I want to look at you. I'd almost forgotten how good-looking you are. You really are, you know. How's the career? The career, how goes it? Jane, Jane, listen to me. Are they starring you? I'm not Chris, Jane. I'm Philip. Philip Lewis. Are you happy? No more dirty digs? Jane, Jane, I want you to listen to me. Listen to me very carefully. This is the picture of the lucky girl. She's lovely. So young. I'm very pleased, Chris. It's just the way I wanted you for this moment. Successful, happy. In love. Jane, sit down. You're not well, Jane. Do you understand what I'm saying? I know. Are you sure you understand? I know. I'm your friend. You and I have been friends for a long time. I know. Jane, let me have that bottle like a good girl. There's one thing you can do for me. Jane, the bottle. Let me have it. Jane, don't open it. Look at me. Take a good, long look at my face. Jane, Jane. Because I want it to be the last thing you... I'll take that, Jane. Hmm? Thank you. Now give me the cap. Give it to me, Jane. Doctor? Yes, it's all right, Jane. I'm here, I'm here. Nobody loves me. That's all right, Jane. Nobody. In the whole world. Are you all right? I think so. I'm sorry about this. It's the second time in six years she's left the wedding. Mind if I sit down? I expect you're going into shock. Do you feel cold? She wanted to sell me a story. Yes, I know. She writes it down over and over again. Paints it when we give her paints. Why did she come to you? Any idea? Yes, I knew her in the old days. Are you a writer, too? No, I'm head of the story department here. Find stories to make into movies, you know. Oh, that must be very interesting work. It has its moments. Suspense. Presented by Autolight, tonight's star, Miss Joan Crawford. If all the cars could talk like me, we'd all run really right, because the request of every car would be, give me Autolight. 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And on April 5th, you will hear in his first appearance on this program and only dramatic appearance of the season, America's favorite comedian, Mr. Jack Benny. Following Mr. Benny, you will hear such famous stars as Lucille Ball and Desi Arnais and James Stewart. All on Suspense. Suspense is produced and directed by Elliott Lewis with music composed by Lucian Morrowek and conducted by Lut Bluskin. Three lethal words was adapted for suspense by Walter Newman from a story by Charles Bion. Portions of this program were transcribed. In tonight's play, High Everback was heard as Chris and Joseph Kearns as Philip. Others in the cast were Ted DeCossier, Lillian Baev, Don Diamond, B. Benadirat and Sylvia Sims. Joan Crawford will soon be seen in the Warner Bros. production Goodbye My Fancy. And remember, next week on Suspense, Mr. Jack Carson as a man who talked to death, all those who stood in the way of what he wanted. A story we call Death Pitch. 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