 The Cabalcade of America sponsored by DuPont, maker of better things for better living through chemistry, presents Pat O'Brien as Royal Arch Gunnison in So Sorry, No Mercy. Before we begin our play, here's a word about Speedyzy, one of DuPont's better things for better living. Speedyzy is the remarkable new wall finish that covers dingy wallpaper with one quick coat. It thins with water and dries in an hour. Speedyzy comes in eight beautiful pastel tints and one gallon does the average room. Try DuPont's Speedyzy to brighten up your home this spring. Our DuPont Cabalcade play is the story of an American foreign correspondent and radio news commentator, Royal Arch Gunnison, who in the days of peace foresaw and warned the world of the war Japan was preparing. The Japanese tried but were unable to stop Gunnison from telling his story. Eighteen months in a Japanese internment camp couldn't stop him. Tonight's Cabalcade play, So Sorry, No Mercy, is the story the Japanese tried to stop Gunnison from telling to his countrymen. Later in the program, Mr. Gunnison will speak to us from New York City. DuPont presents So Sorry, No Mercy, starring Pat O'Brien in the role of Royal Arch Gunnison on the Cabalcade of America. Yes, I was a prisoner of the Japanese. I never thought I'd return to tell this tale. I saw men beaten and was beaten myself. I saw babies, blue and swollen with hunger, dying in their mother's arms. I try not to remember, but remembering and reporting is my job. In December of 1941, I was in Manila, still riding, still broadcasting to you back here at home to wake up. Wake up! War was on our doorstep, and then it struck, war, terror, devastation. On the 24th of December, President Kazan and General McArthur moved out of Manila, but I stayed. I kept on with my broadcasts, then one morning the transmitter was smashed, and I went back to our rooms to find my wife who had refused to leave without me. Arch, can we still get to Carigador? Well, he can't stop us from trying. On my way back here, I went by and talked to Sancho, said he'd hire a car if he could, and be here to pick us up. Bless Sancho anyhow. He's such a fateful servant, and such a fine friend. Sancho, my dear, is the whole Philippine nation, five feet two of guts and loyally. Arch, what's that? Sounds like a Paris taxi cab. Wait, I'll go look. Well, it's Sancho, hello, Sancho, shut off the motor, come on in and help us with the luggage. Sir, you like car? Me got gasoline too. What did he say, darling? I think he was going on a picnic. Come on, Sancho, make it snappy. Oh yes, sir, Sancho, come right away. Here he comes, dear, open the door for me. I got car, and I got gasoline too. Well, how wonderful, Sancho. Before we go in car, we make plates between us. Mr. Garrison? No pledge by all means, and the first shall be to you, Sancho, and to the Philippines to fight for your freedom from the Japs. Thank you, sir. Mabuhay, long life. Thank you, sir. Mabuhay for General MacArthur and Mabuhay for General Wainwright. Long live Wainwright. Mabuhay for President Roosevelt and President Kisan. Now, wait a minute, Sancho. We can't go on here forever wishing Mabuhay to the whole world. For one thing, we've got work to do, and, well, let's get moving. Where are we headed, Sancho? I know where. Only one way left, maybe Japs not there. Take it easy, will you, Sancho? Aren't those Japs? Ah, it is no good. Well, roads blocked. Tanks and trucks. You know, can't make it. You know any other roads, Sancho? No, sir. That is the last. How about the waterfront? Waterfront, okay. But Mr. Motoha boats. Well, that's out. Darling, it's like we're stuck. Well, we said we'd stick it out. I guess now we really will. Yeah. Let's go back to the hotel and finish Armabuhay's, while we wait for the sons of heaven. We waited all day. We never left the hotel. Saw a few of our friends and exchanged speculations. No one really knew what to expect. Some people were frantic, some calm. The Filipinos themselves were the most jittery. They knew the Japs. Late in the day, Sancho came to me. Sir, you help my people? Well, help them. How, Sancho? What can I do? What can anyone do now? I think you're the Japanese general. Japanese general? Well, I don't think it would help to have an American go to the general. I'm a pet hate of the Japs. We all are. Oh, no, no. You try. You go. My people do not know what to do. They are sick with wondering what will happen. My dear darling, Sancho wants me to walk into the lion's den. What do you think? I don't know. Maybe you could find out something to relieve the strain. Not knowing what's going to happen is the worst thing we face. Still, if you think it's dangerous... Oh, I don't know, Arch. Okay. I'll go. Be careful, darling, will you? Careful. Say, I'll be humble. You know me. One bow for the emperor, one bow for the general. What are you bowing, American? You are not accustomed to bowing before our race? No. I'm not accustomed to bowing at all. Ah, but you will learn in time. Why do you come, please? To ask you how you intend to treat the Filipinos, British, Dutch, and Americans in Manila. Very interesting when one of you great Americans come to pay a visit. Do not be frightened, Mr. Gunnerson. The Japanese have not learned all the cruelty of your superior race. Not yet. I only came to ask that we receive our rights under international law. International law. Need I remind you, Mr. Gunnerson, that I am the international law? You speak very good English, General. Your country's colleges were most useful. We can dictate our peace in your White House in two languages. You may go now, Mr. Gunnerson. We will not forget you, not for a moment. And do not fear. We will enter the city in an orderly fashion. You will see, Mr. Gunnerson. Yes, you most certainly will see. At very night, January the 2nd, the Japs marched into Manila. Those who visited the Bayview Hotel were put under house arrest. For three days, everything was orderly, as the general had boasted it would be. And then everything turned into a carnal hell of looting, murder, and worse. American pigs, read proclamation. Read proclamation, American pigs. This property has been officially taken over by his Imperial Japanese Majesty. Oh, no one shall leave the premises. After a few days of horrible confusion, 300 people, Americans and British men, women, and children were routed out of the hotel and given the sun treatment. It stood all day in the wet heat. Japs soldiers jeering at us constantly. Our baggage was beside us. We had been told that we could take what we could carry. Margie and I had a mosquito net, a few clothes, blankets, a pillow, one can of beans, a can of spaghetti, and one jar of grape juice. Little enough to start out to... well, we didn't know where. Yet we were lucky. What we had, we had. Our baggage escaped being ripped open by the vanists of Japanese specters who prowled up and down the sagging line of exhausted prisoners. At nightfall, a truck came for us. We drove away to... well, it was a road to hell. But we didn't know it then. Attention! All prisoners! All meetings will be done. All protests will be done. Escape is impossible. Death come to all who make trouble. Death come to all who make trouble. Well, dear, our new home isn't all it might be. No beds, no furniture, no food. Still, we're alive together. I'm glad we haven't children. Look at those poor youngsters. Oh, yes, they're poor little devils. They're where we are. Santo Tomas University, my friend. Welcome to the halls of higher learning. My name's Twila. Yanks, aren't you? I'm Arch-Gonison. This is Mrs. Gonison. Awkward, isn't it? Well, that's one word for it. I came in three days ago. 2,000 prisoners here all in one concrete building. One washroom, two showers. Well, how about food? Well, old boy, food's a bit thin, as we say. For breakfast, it's wormy, cracked wheat. For dinner, rice sweepings, with maybe a piece of bloated buffalo meat. And that... that's all? That's all. And that doesn't come from the jabs, my dear. It comes from our good Filipino friends. Once a day, they're allowed to hand us a bit through that iron picket fence. And, uh, police dogs? In case we choose to leave our comfortable surroundings without permission, they howl all night. Very refined torture. Come along, I'll show you around. Might as well know the worst. Somehow we got adjusted to the life of filth, bad food, and general misery. But it was beginning to tell. Many of us were ill. We had doctors, but no medical supplies. A few people died. During certain daylight hours, we were allowed to go out and walk around while at once spent the university campus. We used to walk along by the iron picket fence. Not saying much. Just thinking what it would be like to be on the other side again. To be free. One day, as we shuffled forlornly toward the fence, my wife suddenly clutched my arm. On the other side of the fence, a cardboard sign, see? It's moving back and forth. Someone's signaling. That's strange. There's some writing. Gee. Gunnison. It says Gunnison. Careful. The guard will hear you. Look, Archie. It's Sancho. See him? Wave. Good old Sancho. Hurry, old boy. I must be quick. Here is food. Sancho, a thousand thanks. This will save our lives. You don't know. Don't worry. I come every day. Same time. At yours. At yours, Sancho. And God bless you. And every day, Sancho did come. Every day for eight and a half months at three o'clock in the afternoon until one day. Here is small cake, sir. Hurry, Sancho. Hurry, the guard. Hurry up. Hurry up. Hurry up. Hurry up. Hurry, Sancho. He spotted you. Hurry. Run. Run. Was it Sancho Arch? Yes. Oh, those stinking murderers. You are listening to Pat O'Brien as Royal Arch Gunnison, the famous journalist in So Sorry, No Mercy on the Cavalcade of America sponsored by Dupont, maker of better things for better living through chemistry. The play is the dramatic record of Mr. Gunnison's experiences as a Japanese prisoner after the fall of Manila. At the conclusion of our play, Mr. Gunnison will be heard from New York. As our Dupont Cavalcade continues, Gunnison, played by Pat O'Brien, has just witnessed the murder by the Japanese of Sancho, his faithful Filipino servant. It was only shortly after Sancho's wanton murder that there was no warning and even less explanation. We were mysteriously transferred with about 150 others to Shanghai. Shanghai and German campus know better the same brutality, the same filth as at Santa Tomas. And beyond that, a new feature, a daily third degree. For some reason, I seem to be their favorite subject. Now, take him back to his room. I am going to report his uncooperative attitude to the Colonel. Captain, you should be sent back to school again. Any officer who cannot make a dog of an American do as he is told. It is not always so quick, Colonel. Some break in one day others in two or three. And you have had a week to get Gunnison to agree to make that broadcast on the radio Tokyo and say the things we have prepared for him. Colonel, I have always cooperated completely with our ministry of propaganda. Gunnison almost agreed to it today. One more treatment, two at the most and I am sure... You are sure of nothing, Captain. Accept your excuses. And the only thing I am sure of is I should take Mr. Gunnison in hand myself. Sergeant, yes, Colonel. Bring Gunnison here to me at once. Why you... Oh, so sorry, Mr. Gunnison. We did not mean to break your grasses. Oh, your teeth are broken too, Mr. Gunnison. Oh, so sorry. Now will you retract what you have said about the Japanese? Answer. What are you referring to? We have complete fire on you. Once you say Japanese aggressive inferior people, you make ridicule of a tujo. You speak many lies. Well, answer. I cannot... Oh, so sorry. Perhaps you do not understand the question. Will you take back what you have written on a broadcast? Answer. Oh, very un-present, is it not, Mr. Gunnison? Async now. Japanese wanting to help you. You agree to broadcast how well you are being treated, yes? Then we give you car, air-conditioned room, not like a prison camp. No. Oh, so the American gentleman is a stubborn. Perhaps the beating has offended him. Bring the...let me see what shall we use American. Who is... Bring the baseball bat. Most appropriate. Kneel, persona. Put your knees on the baseball bat. That is correct. Is it painful, Mr. Gunnison? No? Then wait a while. No, Mr. Gunnison. Who started this war? Answer. You know better than I. Oh, sergeant. You have knocked the poor fellow off the baseball bat. Put him back on. There. That is better. I can stand this as long as you can. Good. Because I am most comfortable. Thank you. Mr. Gunnison. You have been a chonking. Answer. I cannot answer your questions. You wouldn't answer in my place. Very true. But Japanese is not in your place. You will be. That was not right, Mr. Gunnison. So sorry. Then let us discuss the emperor's birthday. We must plan for our prisoners to celebrate this. You know, they refuse. I wonder if we have enough baseball bats for every prisoner. Of course, this is a war time. You will forgive us if we are short. And now, Mr. Gunnison. This questioning went on for hours. I was beaten again and again. I was obliged to continue kneeling on the baseball bat. I could barely walk back to camp when the grilling finally led up. The guards flung me onto the bare floor and my wife ran up to me. Darling, they beat you. Yes, a little. Where does it hurt most? Where, darling? My knees. My knees. I had a kneel but darling, let me rub your legs. Does that help? Oh, yes. I hope they don't get poor Twiller in there. He's got a game leg to start with. We don't have to worry about Twiller. He's dead. Dead? When? While you were gone. He and two other Britishers tried to escape. They were caught. They gave them the water treatment but it was horrible, Arch. The usual? Yes. Only before the whole camp this time. They pumped them full of water and beat water out of them. Then shot them. Shot them, Arch, in cold blood. The next day I was questioned again and the day after. On and on, same treatment. The same cat and mouse brutality. Always the Japanese said the same thing. You will never be freed. America has no ships. What if you do win the war? We'll try again. And so on and on. I saw my friends become sick from beating, starvation and just terror. I was sick myself. On the fourth of July came we tried to bolster up our courage by a celebration. Oh, that was an event I shall always remember. We'd saved breadcrumbs for a bread pudding cake. We'd gathered in the yard in uneasy, excited groups. The Japanese guys figured their rifles nervously. But we stayed. To show the Japs we were not afraid. Finally, someone began to sing. Yes, that's the spirit of your American brothers and sisters after two years under what the Japs were sure would crush them. For men and women like that, all of us must join in their cry. Let freedom ring. Thank you, Pat O'Brien. At our microphone now in New York City the facts and writes the stories of chemistry heard each week on Cavalcade. Mr. Royal B will also introduce Royal Arch Gunnison. We take you now to Radio City, New York. Tonight I'd like to tell you about a report the DuPont Company has made to its 85,000 stockholders. Because it has meaning to your future whether you're a stockholder or not. Research, of course, has an important place in the report. Research work in the company's 31 laboratories has been largely devoted since Pearl Harbor to problems connected with the war. Technical information and licenses under a number of patents were made available without royalty or any other charges to the allied governments and to many companies that are DuPont's competitors in peacetime. Great amounts of finishes, paints, varnishes, camouflage coatings were manufactured to protect military equipment. All four units of the government-owned neoprene plant built and operated by DuPont were brought into production and production at a rate higher than was thought possible. The government says they're among the most successful parts of the entire rubber program. DuPont has supplied about half of all the dyes used by the Army, the Navy, and the other services for uniforms and other military items. Nylon production was stepped way up. As you probably know, all nylon yarn is going into parachute fabrics, airplane tire cords, glider tow ropes, and so on. Pardon me. Production of lusite methyl methacrylate plastic used among other things for bomber noses was ten times what it was in 1941. Last year, DuPont manufactured in great quantities compounds to step up the efficiency of aviation gasoline and military motor fuel. DuPont made photographic supplies for the Navy, the signal core and the air core. Cordura rayon tire yarn, materials for air conditioning, materials for tracer bullets and aviation flares, smoke screen ingredients, air conditioning chemicals for submarines, insect killing sprays to combat malaria in the tropics, packaging materials, flame-proofing chemicals and water repellents for fabrics, vitamins, mold inhibitors for bread, ingredients for sulfur drugs. The list is a long one. 1943 was a year of full-scale production for war. For the future, I'd like to quote two sentences from this report. War demands have increased the output of certain chemical raw materials out of all proportion to previous peacetime requirements. It is possible, the report goes on, that new experience and new vision may find uses for these materials in quantities not here to forward deemed practicable. Unquote. There is little doubt that peace will bring better things for better living through chemistry. And now it's my pleasure to introduce the man on whose experiences tonight's cavalcade play was based, Royal Arch Gunnison. Thank you, Mr. Albee. I ask you people of America, do you now know your enemy, the dirty, tough and treacherous Jap? Then you must fight him to the bitter end. The Japanese fights the war every minute of the day, regardless of whether he's a civilian or in uniform. He never relaxes this fight, and asks for none. We must learn to fight him with his own methods. He's rough and cunning, and we must be rougher and more cunning. We must meet fire with fire and bullet with bullet, and only then will victory be assured. And my final word is to the thousands of American and British civilians who are still interned in the Philippines and China, interned to die a living death, starvation, berry-berry scurvy, victims of beating and torture, victims of Bushido, the great Japanese code of honor. To them, I want to say, hold out a little longer, my comrades, for we are coming back. And to you, my good friend Sancho, and to the Philippine nation, I say the same, hold out, we are coming back. Thank you, Mr. Gunnison. We return you now to Hollywood. And here is Pat O'Brien, star of tonight's Cavalcade. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, thank you. It's been a great inspiration to enact the man, Royal Arch Gunnison, tonight. And I feel sure that tonight's Cavalcade is brought home to you, the kind of enemy we're fighting, and the need for all of us to take another hitch in our belts, to do our share in this fight for freedom. Next week, Dupont presents Alan Ladd in Ambulance Driver Middle East, the story of the courageous volunteers of the American Field Service. This humanitarian organization, born in the early days of the First World War, has been and is today serving gloriously and selflessly with the armed forces of our allies at the battle fronts in Europe, Africa and Asia. Cavalcade is pleased to remind its listeners that Pat O'Brien may currently be seen in the RKO picture, the Iron Major. Tonight's Dupont Cavalcade play is by Joseph Ruskel and Stanley Young. Our musical score was composed and conducted by Robert Armbrister. This is James Bannon sending best wishes from Cavalcade sponsor, the Dupont Company of Wilmington, Delaware, who invites you to join Cavalcade's audience again next Monday evening, when Alan Ladd will be starred in Ambulance Driver Middle East, the true story of the American Field Service in action today. The Cavalcade of America came to you from Hollywood. This is the national broadcasting company. Thank you.