 The Weird Circle In this cave by the restless sea We are met to call from out the past Stories strange and weird Bellkeeper, pull the bell Go all out again in the weird circle Tonight the Ogden's Playhouse brings you another weird circle story by one of your favorite writers, Edgar Allan Paul The Cask of Amontilado is the story of a man's desire for revenge The story of man's desire for smoking satisfaction when rolling his own cigarettes Invariably leads the smoker to Ogden's fine cut The tobacco that's famous for its uniform high quality Try Ogden's, it's a top notch cigarette tobacco on all counts You'll find Ogden's easy to roll, delightful to smoke Yes, easy to roll, delightful to smoke And now, The Cask of Amontilado by Edgar Allan Paul Out of the past, phantoms of a world gone by speak again the immortal tale The Cask of Amontilado Bells, jesters bells For forty years I've lived with the sound of those bells Fool's bells, jesters bells They call me rich old Angela Montressor Envime my palazzo in my well-stocked wine cellars My vast estates and honored reputation Little do they know that all I possess is dust and ashes For I am a man who longs for death But years ago in this same lovely Italian town I was the young Angelo filled with dreams of the future Happy in the company of my good friend Fortunato We were walking together one spring evening in the piazza Santa Anna Come, Angelo, here's the cafe They say Pepo keeps rare old wines I should like to sample some I know you fancy yourself a great connoisseur Vintage is Fortunato Mio, but I shall not join you now For I am meeting Lucia You and your Lucia Let's have a glass or two, keep her waiting That's good for any girl Lucia isn't any girl She's the bright star of my life I love her very dearly Love? You may love her, but what makes you think you can win her? What have you to offer the son-in-law A likely face and figure, granted But well, I'm my uncle's heir All you Montressors are long lived Have you business sense brains? Ambition? My ambition is to have Lucia for my wife Small cars, I... Yes, yes, and many sniveling bambinos No, my dear simpleton You haven't a chance with her father Now, suppose it were me Lucia is beautiful, yes I might even wish to marry her myself And I could, yes Merely by telling her father that I wish to That would be a good business alliance But love, ah, nonsense How can you say such things for Fortunato? Why do you brag so? I'm not bragging, I shall always get what I want I am a leader of men, whilst you You are a love-lorn loon Born to be a sheep and a follower Well, I'm not following you now Go sample your fine wine And talk of the great things you will do I have something much more important to do Angelo, Angelo It's Lucia, isn't she lovely? Mm, very lovely Carumio Lucia, darling, it's wonderful to see you Greetings, my little pigeon Good evening, Fortunato But I am not your little pigeon Good night, Angelo Arrivederci, Fortunato Lucia, Lucia, dear You were almost rude to Fortunato Why? I do not like him I know he is your friend He is, he's a great fellow And very fond of me Is he? Of course Man's man, perhaps, not a woman's ideal He's cruel and hard A girl can tell But let's not talk of Fortunato Are you going to speak to father tonight? Yes But I'm afraid he won't allow you to marry me Why not, Angelo? I have no wealth, no business Darling, do not belittle yourself so You are all the world to me Lucia, is this miracle true? You do really love me? With all my heart Now and forever Be brave, Angelo Speak to my father He will not deny me happiness To my great joy Her father gave us his blessing Lucia was to be my own dear wife I was walking on air Humbly, deeply grateful Just before our wedding was to take place All our friends were invited to Lucia's home to celebrate It was a happy evening of song, wine and congratulations Fortunato most of all seemed belated at my good fortune And he and I were the last to take our leave We walked along through the dark, empty streets Talking of the party and plans for my coming wedding We reached his door See here, boy, I do not like your going home alone It's the blackest kind of night I think I should go along with you You mean you walk me to my door And then I escort you to yours And so back and forth, back and forth till dawn These streets are not safe so late at night Oh, nonsense, I have my lanterns Well, don't say I didn't warn you No, I'm not afraid For an oath to my friend Tomorrow, Angelo That's funny Fortunato's worrying over me It is pretty dark What's that? I keep imagining I hear a thing Someone is following me Who's there? That's him What do you want? Oh, you fool, Rufio Don't let his lanterns shine in your face like that Smage it Help! I've got his hands Help! Keep him quiet, Rufio Don't kill him Hey, for the corpse Just a gentle tap This limpus will rag in my arms Now, take his feet and hurry We must get away from here I regained my senses and awoke To a misery of mental and physical anguish I had no way of knowing where I was The hot sun was beating down as I lay With other human wretches in the scuppers Of a filthy ship Running through my aching head Was the name Rufio And the picture of that scarred, cruel face Glaring in the last glow of my lantern I had been sold into slavery I'm Angelo Montresor Lashed and beaten on endless marches Over burning sands And on into the barren mountains Where in our misery and pain We were put to hard labor In the stone quarries I'll not forget those endless years The ache in my heart for my beloved Lucia My longing for my native land And above all the haunting hate I bore for the man Rufio I swore I'd find him If not on this earth Then in an even worse hell Than the one to which he had condemned me And then one day A miracle happened I escaped Starving and nearly dead from exhaustion I reached the small sea coast village There I begged crusts Yes, begged in the streets for soldier To buy my passage on some vessel bound for history See here, my son, look up here Oh, lie, oh, lie Arms, arms for the love of... Yeah, let me look at you Mere vetocero, my language My native tongue As I thought Your skin is dark enough And your filthy is any beggar But those eyes of yours Tell me that once you had another God Than Allah Come, man, speak Are you not a contrimon of mine? Si, senor And I hope to return to my homeland As I hope for heaven You are not fleeing justice I'm seeking justice for the foulest catchery Ah, let that wait You can tell me a story later My ship is about to weigh anchor And if you'd like to come along Like to? May the saints bless you But I have no money to pay you with Don't let that worry you After a bit of food and rest Well, I'll let you work your passage home As a free man I sailed for home Stepped ashore on the soil of my beloved country And walked eagerly into the town where I was born I longed to seek out Lucia But I was ashamed of the sailor's clothes I wore So I hurried to my old friend Fortunato To borrow something suitable Is senor Fortunato at home? No, sir Only the senora is in His wife? Senor Good old Fortunato married? Why, this is wonderful news My compliments to your mistress And say that a very old friend of her husband Begs an interview Madame is not well But I shall ask if she will see you Come in, senor Thank you I shall wait here Senora I heard every word on it Leave us Quickly Angelo Angelo Lucia Angelo, my love Who is it really you? Let me touch you Let me look at your dear face Oh, my Lucia How I've longed to hold you close in my arm But now Now you and Fortunato Angelo It was my father's wish that I married Fortunato When they told me that you were dead I died too I became a thing with no heart Without any will Oh, Lucia Fortunato was your friend I thought it would bring you nearer Because we could talk of you But he's never allowed me to mention your name Oh, Angelo, he is so cruel Fortunato, cruel to you Oh, my darling What shall we do? I love you so And I have loved only you And always shall But Angelo It's something I must beg of you Employ you to do Lucia, your beloved, what is it? When Fortunato comes If he seems rude to me Say nothing Do nothing It would only make him more cruel Oh, there he is He must not know that I have told you Act, Angelo Act for my sake We must seem carefree and gay Carefree and gay Fortunato Come in here A miracle has happened Why, hurry, see Here is a long-lost friend What are you babbling about? Who is this? Diopacente Angelo But you were killed No, old friend Not killed Oh, well Heaven be praised We mourned you all these years What happened? Where have you been? Well, that night I left you at your house I was followed and set upon by two ruffians Time to think I let you go home alone Oh, I blame myself Have you any suspicion? Suspicion? Yes Absolutely none Through all the years of torture I try to think Who did this to me? What hidden enemies? Well, perhaps, Angelo A false friend Please still, Lucia This is a man's talk He will serve us best By getting a bottle of my favorite Lachema Christi from the cellars This should be a celebration See, Fortunato So I do not know one bottle from another She has a fear of my wine cellars Hates to go down there Ah, what an escape you had, Angelo From matrimony I mean Were you surprised to learn I had wed your Lucia Why, I... I thought you scarred at love So I do Marriage of convenience Uniting of two fortunes Lucia is a very lucky woman I'm a rich man Yeah, yes Lucia is very lucky Here she comes We'll see if we're lucky Well, sweet pigeon What have you brought us to drink? Ah, so prissy I thought so You've as much knowledge of wine as a donkey Vino rosa Fortunato This wine all over Lucia's dress Then it may make her more cheerful Even if it is only on the outside Lucia, are you all right? Pay no attention to her clutching at her heart, Angelo That's a gesture she's fond of But she's not well Lucia is always ailing, aren't you My sweet Shall I get another bottle? No, I'll fetch the wine myself Ah, but wait Perhaps I shouldn't leave you to childhood Sweethearts alone together In those rags, Angelo You are no romantic hero And as for Lucia Lucia What is he doing to you? Oh, my darling, I can't believe it Fortunato, one so good a companion A gentle friend My dearest In those last happy hours so long ago I warned you that Fortunato was cruel and hard Not to be trusted And I believed you wrong Oh, my Lucia, come away with me We'll seek a new life together No, Angelo I am Fortunato's wife I cannot break my vow But what of our love? Our love that has sustained us During all these years That love will never die, my darling But there can be no happiness for us on this earth Our love can be a love fulfilled Only after this, Angelo Stories of false friends and intrigue Are as old as time itself Here, however, we have the story Of a false friend, Fortunato Whose machinations bring unhappiness And near destruction to two people Who seek and deserve a far better fate The climax of tonight's weird circle story Promises a disturbing conclusion But speaking of good friends And happy conclusions Smokers everywhere know That Ogden's fine-cut tobacco Has been a steady friend Of the discriminating roll-your-own smoker Right down through the years They know, too, that when they say Make mine, Ogden's There's only one possible conclusion And that's complete smoking satisfaction Try Ogden's. See how uniformly it rolls Into a fine cigarette And the moment you light up The inner goodness of Ogden's Is yours to enjoy to the full You'll say that Ogden's is top's in quality You'll agree that Ogden's is easy to roll Delightful to smoke Yes, easy to roll, delightful to smoke And now back to our story by Edgar Allan Poe Angelo, on the eve of his wedding To his beloved Lucia, is well-aid And sold into slavery After long years he escapes And returns at last to his own house To his despair he finds that Lucia Believing him dead has obeyed Her father's wish and has married Fortunato, a connoisseur of wines And Angelo's best friend And now our story continues I hardly know how I left Fortunato's house that day Nor remember how I took up my lonely life My uncle had died and I was now the owner Of the Montressau fortunes Months passed Fortunato and I met, of course I was unable to understand his treatment of Lucia But I didn't blame him for my tragedy He had thought me dead Seeking forgetfulness I often Wander to the waterfront The wretched hovels were usually silent and dark One night I saw a glimmer of light and heard angry voices I was about to pass by when I heard a familiar voice I paid you to kill him for you, your dog And in order to gain more money you sold him into slavery How dare you? Signor Fortunato, that meant death, a slow death Well, he didn't die Angelo Montressau is home and alive And you must do your work again Oh, so you have come to pay me more gold For a second killing? Signor Fortunato, I hate shedding blood But I do love money You are a rich man Surely you don't wish Montressau To learn of your friendly efforts Like me, right? Persuasion For my silence, a thousand lead A thousand... Death! Take that! For your silence I couldn't move or cry out I hardly breath I saw my old friend Fortunato sling from that wretched hovel A liar, a murderer, a Judas I had to think I would have vengeance, that was certain But I must run no risk of being found out Above all, Lucia must not be involved She must not learn of her husband's treachery I began to lay my plans But vowed that neither by word or deed Would I cause Fortunato to doubt my goodwill This resolve was soon put to the test It was carnival time I came to face with Fortunato The man wore motley And on his head, a pointed justice cap with bells Gaelic costume girls followed him My dear Fortunato, how remarkably well you look Ah, don't I A connoisseur of beauty as well as of wine Would come along, let's have a bottle of wine now I'd love to, but I'm not in costume Well, get yourself one, this is carnival Meet me at the cafe, you will make a night of it Perhaps I will All right, see you later, then I'll wait for you Don't fail me Senior, senior Angelo I thought I'd never find you in this crowd Anna, what brings you? Madonna Lucia is dying No, oh no Father Luigi is with him Where is senior? She is calling for you You have come in time, my son She has not long to live Where is she, father? In here, my son, she awaits you Di Asero, Di Asero Angelo, beloved You have come My own dearest love Yes Your own Forever I've always belonged to you Never to For to Nato Oh, beware of him, Angelo Mio He taunted me cruelly today Boasted that it was he Who had paid to have you murdered I know, I know, Lucia, I mean, I don't Don't try to talk I know it all Just lie here in my arms And remember our great love There I know But Angelo I beg you Do nothing against for to Nato It would only bring harm to you Beloved Nothing matters but you Angelo Kiss me I'll last Dear My love Lucia Lucia Lucia Lucia died in my arms In my heart Died with her But my mind was keen At last I was determined that the plan I had made would be carried out Now, tonight The carnival was at the height of its madness And I knew where to find for to Nato Providing myself with a mask and domino To avoid recognition, I pushed my way Through the revelas Fortunato It is I, Angelo I didn't know you in that gay disguise Watch the secret Where can I find Lucchese? Well, some time ago I ordered a casque Of a Montilado That nectar of the gar And when I got home just now I found it had been delivered Yes, and I was silly enough To pay the full a Montilado price I was afraid of losing a bargain But Lucchese cannot tell a Montilado From Chianti I am the man to tell you whether you've a bargain or not Ah, where is this precious casque? In the dungeons of my house My secret cellar They're the secret cellars then, lead on You're making me thirsty Oh no, my friend, no, I can't impose on you Now, Lucchese Nonsense, come No, Fortunato, be sensible You have a severe cold And remember, my vaults are dead A Montilado That will cure my cough Let me judge it for you Come Taking two torches from the wall I gave one to Fortunato And bowed him through suites of rooms To the archway leading to the vaults Down long winding stairs We stood at length on the wet earth Of the Montresor catacombs Fortunato's step was a bit unsteady For he had tasted much wine And his bells jingled As he walked To the casque Where is this casque? Oh, much further on Beyond these newer coffins Oh, it's cold here We'd best go back Your health is precious and you are a man of importance I cannot be responsible for your illness And I shall not die of a cough True, true, I do not mean that you should But stop a moment Here in these bins is wine A drink of this Chateau Lafitte Will drive out the damp Here you are Break off the neck and warm yourself Bareback, a cheerful spot For a drink with all these coffins And bones I drink to the buried That repose around us And I drink with you To your long life The vaults of yours are enormous Yes, we're below the river bed now Beyond these casques And coffins Are the inmost recesses Of the catacomb I can wait no longer Where is this Montilado? In there Through that grill door, an iron door Looks like a dungeon So it is It's the dungeon where the old Montressors Kept their precious captives And where now I keep my most Precious vintages I can hardly see my torch burn so dimly Because the air is foul in here But look, there's the great casque I'll hold your torch, there Here's a flag, go in and sample it To your heart's content At last, the Montilado I have not tasted it in years Angel, this is superb It is priceless But bring the tortures Where are you? Here, outside the door Angel, what are you doing? What a good joke indeed An excellent guest We will have a good laugh about it Back at the cafe Now let me out, each step in the air It's very deaf, feel the nighter on the walls Open that door I wish to return to the carnival The carnival is ended for you Besides, you promised to give me Your opinion of my Montilado Kiss the wine, let me out of here The door is solid iron You'll only hurt your hand And I say no This is my moment My time of revenge For the love of heaven, Montresor Don't leave me here, mercy Had you mercy when you stared, Rufio? Montresor, the damp, the dark, have pity Had you pity when you paid to have me murdered? Angel, save me, don't leave me here Pity, voluptuous, safe Silence, don't mention her saint name But I'll die, I'll die, I'll die As for Tanata, you'll die And none but the rats will ever find you here With the bones of my ancestors Angel, oh, come back Don't leave me Angel, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh The hideous tinkle of those jester bells For the years I've lived with the sound of those bells Fool's bells Jester's bells From the time-worn pages of the past We have brought you the immortal tale A casque of a mantelado Bellkeeper, roll the bell Tonight, friends, Ogden's has brought you another Weird Circle story for your listening enjoyment Remember, for true smoking enjoyment When you roll your own cigarettes Be sure to use Ogden's fine-cut tobacco It's the acknowledged leader With smokers who know and insist upon Quality smoking A fine-cut tobacco that's ideal For rolling mild and satisfying cigarettes Try Ogden's You'll find Ogden's easy-to-roll Delightful to smoke Yes, easy-to-roll Delightful to smoke Next week at this same time Be sure to join us at the Ogden's Playhouse For a radio dramatization Of a rope of hair By Guy de Maupassant If you smoke a pipe Try Ogden's cut plug For a light tobacco you'll really enjoy