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William's back home again, are you? My time, isn't it? Quite a proper man you've grown to be too. We've missed you, Georgie. More than I can say for you. The street. The only home I've had since my mum and dad was taken. The Blitz, that's how they got it. And now I came to live with my Uncle Bert, if you can call that living. Where I've been the last six months as due to him. Dartmoor Penn. One of his little schemes that he taught me into saying how safe it was. And it was for Uncle Bert, but not for me. Because Uncle Bert is a crook and a liar. He'd steal the pennies off a dead man's eyes. Only he'd never get caught. They could prove it on the dead one sooner than they could on Uncle Bert. Come on, come on, move along there. Hey, you there, just a minute. You're George Williams, ain't you? That's right, Copper. What of it? Oh, nothing at all, me lad. Just mind you don't cut any fancy capers now that you're back. I can take care of myself, I can. And if you can't, there are those that can, you know. That's what it's like being from the street. You're marked with it. If you're kin to Uncle Bert, it goes for double. But there's no place to go. So, uh, I'm going home. Georgie! Georgie, lad! Hello, Uncle Bert. Georgie, you're a sight for sore eyes, lad. Come on in, come in. Welcome home. Oh, I'm coming in. There's no need to carry on so about it. Kelly, on the very, for you're the prodigal son you are, Georgie, me lad. It's the fetid car for you. Come off it, Uncle Bert. You don't want me back. If there was any other place in the old of England for me to hang my hat, I wouldn't be back. Oh, my boy, now that hurts, that does. I think you'd say that to me what raised you from a young lad. And got me a six-month stretch of hard labour to top it off. Downright ungrateful I am, eh, Uncle Bert? Georgie, yeah, I don't know. You'd go ahead and do something I only spoke about in jest. Yes, but if I'd come home with a swag, you'd have had your share quick enough and know just about that. Well, I'm sorry for what happened, Georgie. You never know what I've been through, blaming me so for it so well. Goodbye, Gonsie. Bye, Gonsie. But come on into the bed. I've got a bit of a surprise for you. Hello, George. Mrs. Pendry. Oh, you see, Bert, he does remember me. Isn't that nice? I couldn't very well help it. Seeing all the errands I used to run to you from the shop in I Street, I hardly expected to see you down in these parts, though. Well, you see, I don't have the shop anymore. Oh, so did I. Yes, and... Oh, Bert, you tell him. Tell me what? That's a surprise I was telling you about, Georgie Led. Mrs. Pendry and I got itched last week. We're married. So, you see, George, you'll have to call me Aunt Edna now. Married? First, wet me off my feet, he did. You married him? And why not? George, I know it seems a bit queer to someone your age, two people as old as we are. But we were both lonely. Since my husband died, I've had no one... Hey, she needs someone to take care of her. Can't get it that much now, you know. My old heart. You remember, don't you, George? Oh, she let me take over the job and made me the happiest man in the world to boot. You do understand, don't you, George? Well, I... I expect you'll be moving out of this rat hole, then. Both of you will go and live in your house. I expect, eh, Mrs. Pendry? Mrs. Williams now, Led. Aunt Edna. Aunt Edna, then. Well, you see, I don't have my house anymore, George. Ah, there's a cabbie lot around here. Well, we didn't want to give him any chance to say I'd marry Aunt Edna for her money. So I sold my house, too. But I don't care where I live, so long as I'm with Bert. And you're just as welcome here as ever. Even more, you have your room upstairs you always used to have, and all. Wow. Hey, hold on. What's up? Where is it? Where's what? You know what? The picture. The picture of my mother that was over the mantelpiece. Oh, Bert. I asked you to leave it where it was. There's a new mistress in the house now, Led. Never mind about that. Where's the picture? Hand it over. Well, mind are you too. Hand it over, I said. And it's no good raising her out because I can't hand it over. What have you done with it? You had no right to put your filthy hands on it. You must know I've burned it. Burned it? The only thing I had in the world to remind me of her. Why, why, you want no... Well, you keep away from me now. Don't you raise your hand to me. Bert! Oh, you crazy young fool. Now, now, now, see what you've done. Whoa. What's up with her? Let her in yet it here. Give me a hand. Get her to her room. No, I... I don't need you both, but... if George wouldn't mind... getting me a piece of my medicine. Get your blue bottle in the kitchen cupboard. A teaspoon and a half like glass of water. Go on, don't sting there. All right, all right. Keep your air on. Come along, my dear. Now, now, come on. On the bed with your nap. There, there you are. Here's your medicine. Here, give it to you. Here, here. Here, drink this nap. Oh. Thank you, Bert. Feeling better now? I'll be all right after a bit. I'll just lie here and rest for a while. If you don't mind. All right, you are. We'll be just outside here if you want anything. Come on, Georgie. I'm sorry to be such a bother. There's nothing to thank me for. It's a bed of a verse. Ask me fair what it to death. I dare say. What's the game, Uncle Bert? Game? What game? You know what? This marriage business. You heard what she said. We was both lonely. Lone. You're not tying yourself down playing nursemaid to some old aid bag because you're lonely. Not you. George, you're speaking of my wife. Your what? Your wife's money. That's all you've got your eye on. Ah, so that's it. Then why didn't I move into the fine posh house of theirs up in our street? Why didn't I? Because you'd rather have the cash, I expect. All right. Suppose I do come into a bit of test one day. One day? If you can wait that long. And just what do you mean by that? I don't know. All I know is I'm not having any. I'm clearing out now, tonight. But I didn't go. Oh, I don't know why. That night when it was late enough so I reckoned they'd be asleep, I made straight for the kitchen. I was near dead from hunger I was. I started rummaging through the cupboard. Then I saw it. Right next to a bottle of medicine. A little box it was. Marked with a skull and crossbones. Poison. Rat poison. Hello, George. Ed. Why, what's the matter? Look as though I'd scared you half to death. Oh, me? Oh, no, no. You just came on me a bit sudden. That's all. I didn't expect to find you up. I've been wanting to talk to you. Why? Why don't you and your Uncle Burt get along? Well, if you must know, Uncle Burt and I don't quite see eye to eye on one or two things. But, oh, well, I'll be out of his way soon enough. Never fear about that. George, I know Burt isn't all that. Well, I know what people say about him. But he's been good to me. Got his reasons too, I daresay. He's a sharp one, he is. He's been good to me, and perhaps if he had a chance, if he hadn't been in the street, he'd have been a good man all his life. The street. That's what we all put our troubles onto here. The street. I know it's hard, George. But if maybe you could get yourself a bit of education. Oh, why, of course. All I have to do is trot along up to ox with the rest of the millionaire's sons. No, I didn't mean that. Just learn a trade for his daughter. And for the money? Well, I've got a bit of money. Oh, no, I don't need any help. Yours or anybody else's. While the last six months I've had about all the reforming I can stand. It's not that, George. You're like a nephew to me now. You'd better stick to reforming Uncle Burt. He needed as much as I do. He needed a bit more. Oh, hello, George. I told you you'd get hungry if you didn't eat. Proper fortune teller, you are. What are you doing up at this time of night, Edna? You shouldn't be jumping up in the middle of the night with your heart and the shape it is. Oh, I heard, George. I just wanted to see if he was all right. Well, up along the bed now. There's a good girl. I'll take care of it, Georgie. Well, good night. Good night, my dear. You're not in a proper mood, George. You'll never make your way in the world. Not the way you're going about it. I suppose you know just how to go about it. That's why you've lived in this filthy hole all your life. I wouldn't say that. But I know one way. And I've got me plans. What's this? This part of your flans, is it? That? What? It's rat poison, ain't it? I ain't never seen no rats around here. Well, there's no arm having a bit of Andy, is there? Hands of prevention is worth a pound of cure, you know. And a proper Andy place you've got for it, too, haven't you? Right next to a bottle of medicine. Ah, so that's it. So now I'm a cruel and inhuman monster that will poison his own wife, is that it? I didn't say you would. But I... I didn't say you wouldn't, neither. I think I got it all planned, eh? I slipper the poison and no one even bothers to ask why she growled up because they all know she got a bad ticket. Is that the way you see it? I see you've done a bit of thinking at any rate. Now look here, George, me lead. Even if I was the monster you say, I'd be the last one to kill her. Don't you see? Not yet I don't. I have to make out her will, Georgie. I'll get the stuff anyway. I can afford to wait. I don't know about certain other parties, Georgie, that would benefit along with me. But I can afford to wait. For Suspense, Roma Wines are bringing you Roddy McDowell in One Way Street. Roma Wines' presentation tonight in Radio's Outstanding Theatre of Thrills. Suspense. 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Tomorrow give the magic touch of distinction to your dinner with a grand estate wine by Roma, the crowning achievement of vintner skill. And now Roma Wines bring back to our Hollywood soundstage Roddy McDowell as Georgie Williams, with Raymond Lawrence as his Uncle Burt and Jeanette Nolan as his Aunt Edna in One Way Street, a tale well calculated to keep you in suspense. I should have known it then that today I found the rat poison what Uncle Burt was up to. I knew he'd married Edna for a money. I knew he was rotten enough to lie, I watched him like an orc. I fixed all the meals myself, seeing I wanted to help around the house. The poison was always there, up in the kitchen cupboard next to a medicine with the skull and crossbones on it, on the scene. Oh, hello there Georgie lad, just in time to have a spot of tea with us. Tea? Well, what's more about that? We're not tofts, prebs, but we can have a spot of tea all the same, I expect. It was Burt's idea, said it made us seem more of a family like. Have a cup Georgie. No thanks, but I'll, I'll turn the tray around for you though. Here, here, hold on. Looks a bit unsteady, but oh, there you are. Now, you get Aunt Edna's cup and she gets yours, but there's no matter is it? Of course not, it's all the same tea. You don't mind, do you Uncle Burt? Why, no, no, why should I? Oh, it is nice to have a cup of tea about this time of day. I'd almost forgotten. Well, drink up Uncle Burt, we'll only get cold sitting there. What's up, Pettishie nutty? I like it a bit cool and myself. Well, is there anything wrong with your tea, Burt? Mine's lovely. Shouldn't be anything wrong with it. Fix it himself, he did. Of course there's nothing wrong with it. Oh, no, love us, Burt. No need to take it all down in a gulp. Think you were swallowing rank poisons. Something's sticking your throat then, Uncle Burt. What is it? There, there. Oh, I've got to swallow in me wind pot. It's good now. Fix me another cup like a good lad, will you, Georgie? You can sit mine too, if you will, Georgie. Right, you are. Do you know where the tea is, Georgie? No, I... No, it's in the kitchen cupboard there. Right next to the medicine. You'll find it, Georgie. Right next to the medicine. But the tea wasn't next to the medicine. It wasn't there at all. Only the little box was there, the skull and crossbones, and still unopened. Poison. I found the tea and poured out the two cups. But all the time, my eye was on the little box. I was thinking how I had to get away, had to get away. And about the money, and how easy it would be. And then it come to me, all in a flash, what Burt was up to, and why I'd done nothing about it. Because he'd known what I was thinking before I knew it myself. He knew what I was thinking out there in the kitchen right then. He knew what I was thinking about... Murder. That night I hid the box. Didn't chuck it out, mind. You only hid it. In a place not too hard to find. Next morning it was back in the cupboard. Right next to the medicine. Poison. No mistake about it now. Another of Uncle Burt's nice, safe little schemes. Safe for him. You'll become right out in so many words with it. Nothing to arrange but the terms. I knew he'd get to that too, once he was sure of me. All he had to do was wait was what he thought. Wait for me to kill her. Cleaning up the breakfast dishes, eh? Well it don't look like I'm playing a bloody game of darts, does it now? Georgie, I was looking for that rat poison last night. And the devil's own job to find it. I could have told you where it was. Found some rats at last, have you? Not in particular. I thought it best to have it out there where it's handy though. Well it's handy now all right. So where I put it, did ya? I look here Georgie. You know how I feel about you. What's mine is yours. Whatever I have, or whatever I might get. Share and share alike. 50-50. Partners, that's been. First I've ever known you to offer a bloke so much as a time of day. I might be the last too. But the one time might be worth all the rest. Only times I've known you cheat your own grandmother out of the last two teeth in her head. That says maybe. But if you're partners, you're taking your chances together, aren't ya? Both of you in the same, for bad of a good. Got to treat each other fair and square then, don't ya? If it's like that. That's how it is all right. You think it over. See if it ain't. Sir. Yes my dear? Could you bring me a bit of my medicine? Not taken bad are ya? Not fair, but a bit of the medicine might help. Right you are. Well Georgie, you know how to fix it, don't ya? I know how to fix it. I'll just nip along down the road then. Got a few things to attend to. But I'll be back in plenty of time. Minds you are then. And Georgie, fix it right this time. I got the medicine and mixed it up as usual. I scarcely knew what I was doing. Because all the time I was thinking about the street. About my shirt that was always frayed and dirty. About my baggy second hand soup. And now, well what did she matter to me anyhow? She was a sure thing to roll up in a year or two anyway. What with that ticker of hers? And if she did now I was free. Free. Next thing I knew I'd open the box and dunk enough of this stuff into her glass to kill a cart horse. Then I was carrying it into her. Walking like in a dream. And wondering where my voice was coming from. It sounded so strange and far away. Just sit it down on the table will you Georgie? Right oh. What you aren't Edna? I hate to be such a trouble to you Georgie. You've been awfully good about the house here and all. Oh, it's no trouble. All the same. I know it isn't easy. Oh, I don't mind. Always used to out my mum about the house. You loved your mother a lot. Didn't you Georgie? Yes I did. I wish you do. What I know she'd want you to do. If she was alive. What's that? Get away. Get away from the street. I know she's praying for that. Wherever she is. The street does things to people Georgie. Terrible things. Well, I will. I will get away one day. One day maybe too late. Maybe it will. Maybe it won't. Why don't you let me help you? I know she'd want that too. Do you really think she would? Oh, I know she would. Georgie please. No, no I said I don't want any help and I don't. All right Georgie. I won't see you anymore. Hand me my medicine please. What? My medicine. On the table. Oh, here you are. Thank you. No. Georgie. Oh, I'm sorry. I slipped, I did. Did you? Yes I... I thought you struck the glass out of my hand. No, no, I didn't. Anyway, it's no matter. I'll get you some more. Georgie. And then are you... you've got to get away from here. Get away? Yes, now. Today before it's too late. Perhaps it is too late. No. No it isn't. Not for you. I can't get out of it. I never will but you can. You've got money. You've got to go. Are you sure? That's best? I know it is for everyone. For you I mean. For your health. That's it. I was thinking about that your health. Oh, you'll never get well here. You'll die here. I've been prepared for that. For quite a while. Oh, I didn't. I'm not here. You've got to go. Promise me you'll go. Yes. Perhaps that is best. All right, George. I'll go. That night I slept. Really slept. For the first time in weeks. When I woke up it seemed late. I heard the sound of dishes down in the parlour. I jumped into my clothes in a flash and looked down the stairs. They were having breakfast. Coffee. I seemed to turn all sick inside. I ran down the back stairs to the kitchen and over to the cupboard. The boss was still there but... But it was empty. The poison had been used since yesterday. I ran out into the parlour. Oh, thanks. I'll think for real. Don't drink it. What's good into you? Just drink it. Tell me. My coffee? Why, yes. It's poison. Shut up, you fool. I won't shut up. I knew he'd do it. He wanted me to. And when I wouldn't, he did it himself. But he won't get away with it, Edna. I've got to call the police. I'll get you a doctor. George. No. You've set her off again, you fool. Get her made some quick. I did not. Get them medicine. I'll tell you. I'll see to her. Medicine. She's dead. Dead? Oh, don't try any of that, Uncle Bert. You poisoned her. You didn't. And I know it. I looked at the box in the kitchen. And it's empty. And I'm going to the police. George. Well? I swear I didn't. I swear I... Oh, that's holy. She made the coffee herself. She brought it out. With her own hands. She did. George. Call the doctor. She's done for me. Call the doctor. Quick. That's it. You've been the ruddy mastermind so far. You get your own doctor. No. So long, Uncle Bert. Happy landings. I went next door and asked Mrs. Wiggins to call the police. Then I went back to the house. I picked up Edna in my arms and carried her to a room. Later on a bed. I smoothed out a pillar for her head as though she was still alive. Then I saw it. A picture of my mother. And a note. Dear George. Don't be sorry for me. And don't think badly of me. I was wrong to close my eyes to things just because I didn't want to see them. But after yesterday I knew you were right. And it was best for me to go away. Give this note to the police so that they will know it was me and not you that poisoned him. I found a picture of your mother in the attic. She was so beautiful that I could see why even Bert couldn't really burn it like he said. Take the money that I've left and leave the street. But carry a picture with you wherever you go. For I know she will always be watching over you as she was yesterday. To keep you from harm. And so shall I. Your friend Etna. Suspense. Presented by Roma Wines. R-O-M-A. Roma America's favorite wine. Whether you're dining alone with your family or having guests for dinner. 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I just wanted to say a few words in my own voice. It's been a very great pleasure for me to be able to appear on suspense. Thank you and good night. Roddy McDowell is currently appearing in the Metro Golden Mayor Technicolor production Holiday in Mexico. Tonight's suspense play was written by Sanford Schlesinger and Robert Richards. Next Thursday, same time, you will hear Mr. Van Heflin as Star of Suspense. Produced and directed by William Spear for the Roma Wine Company of Fresno, California. In the coming weeks suspense will present such stars as Glenn Ford, James Stewart. Make it a point to listen each Thursday to Suspense Radio's Outstanding Theatre of Thrills. This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System.