 Your place is sure with two great names Bridget Air and General Motors Bridget Air presents Herbert Marshall as the man called X Wherever there is mystery, intrigue, romance, in all the strange and dangerous places of the world There you will find the man called X How Bridget Air presents Herbert Marshall as Ken Thurston, the man called X Far over the storm blacketed Transjordan Hills somewhere between Karl and Tehran Ken Thurston and Pegon Zell Schmidt in a private plane battle a terrific storm Blacker than the inside of a head out there, Mr. Thurston. How can you even see where to fly this plane? Pegon, I can I can't tell Tehran, not an instrument on this board. It's working right The way we've been kicked around in this storm. I don't even know but, uh-oh Mr. X, the engine's conked up. Yeah, you're playing down As you should say, it was you whom I called Storm was raging now But it's still, it's hard. There can be no storm where I am. Brenda was with me What about him? He lies there in the great bird that fell from the sky Even as you do So will it be for a time? But you child Why are you here alone in the night? Well, you're waiting Do you know what was going to happen? I came only to look for one last time at a foolish world before leaving it Before? I have decided I shall not grow up. Not grow up I would be very young Younger than I'd ever believe. Why have you decided this? Because to grow I must live Men must want me to live And no place on the earth can be called my home Listen Can you not hear it? The voice of the world rising up out of the dark valleys below this hill Yes, I, I hear it It's not horrible that voice Terrible with its jealous green selfish hate Yes, it's not pretty Can I live and grow up in a world like this? A child who can't judge mankind from the top of the hill You have to go down among them I've been down among them I've seen their wars and heard rumors of wars There are other things to hear Well, you know how to listen Come with me now Down there? Down in those valleys? How can we? Why not? It's Christmas So anything can happen I can't come along, child The little boy who's playing Tiny Tim He's crippled, isn't he? Yes Wait Listen I'll let you play it better every month Great virtuoso, you'll be Tiny Tim It was a marvelous song, Kimmy Boy Oh, thank you, everyone Maybe when spring comes I should be able to play for pennies in this creek Then I'll help you, Father Bless you, lad And now I think I should tune my fiddle One string was ever so slightly flat, you know Such a serious lad He says strange things sometimes He told me in church this morning He hoped all the people would see him And remember who made lame beggars walk and blind men see It's a lucky family we are, Robert There's few in this world that had as much as we That's something of a joke, my dear With the little I'm able to give you Robert Cretchen When I think of all the years we've had And such wonderful children And you always so cheerful And understanding of our needs Oh, along with you now What about that surprise? Heart alive, I'd almost forgotten it Thank you, everybody I have a surprise for you I'll bring it right away Now I wonder what it could possibly be I'll wait here, I can guess, Robert Look, everyone, here it is A plum pudding blazing like the sun itself It's saying Merry Christmas to all of us Yes, and God bless us God bless us, everyone Timmy, lad, such a beautiful dish needs a real salute Take your fiddle and play us an overture to the pudding Hurrah! Why you couldn't find a home there, child Well, I could It would be so easy if all people were like them There are a great many like them If you know where to look Who are they? That was the family of a certain Bob Cratchit A clerk in the London firm of Scrooge and Marley In the year 1840 The Christmas Carol Those were not even real people They came from a book Must I live then only in books? This is here and now and things are different Are they so very different? Aren't those the same stars glittering overhead That shone a hundred years ago Or a thousand or ten thousand? Real people sleep in the dirt And never look at the stars Not all of them I can see one right now On the other side of the earth A little flat in Queens I could walk up a certain stairway there tonight And ring a doorbell Hello, Marion Can, oh, come on in Oh, it's good to see you Here, let me take some of those packages Well, thanks, sir I guess I will, but it will load it down Oh, it's mommy Who's there? It's Mr. First and Donnie You remember daddy's son Hey, sure I remember Hello, Mr. Thurston Hiya, Donnie Look, packages I'll get their presents Donnie, take them into the other room And put them around your tree All right Boy, I wonder what's inside all these old packages He's growing so fast, Ken And I think every day he looks more like Jerry Yes, I noticed that I wouldn't want it any other way, Ken That's how it should be But the only reason might still be him alive You're a pretty brave girl, Marion Jerry was brave at Anfield What he did was for Donnie, too, you know Are you getting along all right, Marion? Is there anything you need? We're getting along perfectly Oh, I resent my job keeping me away from my son in the daytime But we've eaten in the park on Sundays And snow and winter and merry-go-round And ice cream sodas and... Oh, don't worry about us, Ken We'll be all right Yes There's one thing in this shaky world I can be certain of Is that You'll be all right I could open up the doors like that one many others She was a heroine And they are too few and far between Try to walk a hundred steps without finding one It is no use I know you as one whom sometimes men call ex You too fight for my cause But the world is filled with him And I shall live in it no longer All right Then I'll show you why you've got to live Grow up You have it takes proof so fantastic to seem incredible How can you? How can you know what I need When you don't even know my name? Would you like me to say it for you? Could you? You know who I am? Yes, child I know who you are I know very well who you are Then suddenly the storm was gone A million cold bright stars glittered overhead And kens stood outside on the hilltop Talking to a strange little girl Who seemingly came from nowhere Everywhere Proof and need that at Christmas time Anything can happen You must know that I want to live And to grow I've loved this world Seen beautiful things happening And found each time in those things new hope But then each time I've seen that new hope die The world has not grown wise nor clean The years have only made it old and dirty Not fit to live in But I know there's hope in it yet Hope for both of us After all I dream about searching for the same thing I'm done with searching And with hoping and with living And what of those who follow you Believe in you What about those people who hold their lives But the needs of humanity Above their own needs And are there such on the earth anymore? Are the stars still overhead? Do you know even one? One? I know a lot of them down in those valleys below us But let's take just one Man I've known for a long time I've got a pretty good idea Where we might find him tonight Look a long way off child Look half around the world There'll be some stricture there all right Or thrombus maybe How's the pulse still fast? 97 doctor Well, so we can do now What time is it Miss Nielsen? It's after midnight Good lord no wonder I'm tired Dr. Richards I've been a supervisor with this hospital Long enough to have a right To contradict you once in a while About what? You're not tired because it's after midnight You're tired because you haven't had A decent night's sleep in five years Ah What's more you had a check up At the clinic six months ago I happened to know what they told you They didn't know what they were talking about A bunch of crepe hangers They told you to work only four hours a day When are you going to start doing it? Four hours a day When people are dying 24 hours a day There are other doctors Yeah there are a lot of other problems from two Seeing kids like this one come in here Year after year You can never do a blasted thing for them Well now after five years I can do something for them And in another year I'll have the technique perfected So every doctor can use it If you live long enough I'll live long enough If I stop now Through a way the chance to beat this thing Just so I could live another 20 years then Well then there'd be no sense to anything in this world You've got a life too Dr. Richards Oh Poppycock Oh I suppose you think I'm a fool Miss Nielsen If I told you what I think you are You You just Laugh it off But No No Dr. Richards I don't think you're a fool Can't you believe there are others too Other people who think of their fellow men first And themselves second Yes Oh yes there must be others And can't they be called believers in you These selfless people Yes But they too are heroes Ordinary people must believe If I'm to live and grow up Well Why can't be more ordinary than a boy and girl in love Paris, London, Vienna Shanghai, New York There's nothing in the world so beautifully ordinary As a boy and girl in love It's lovely out there across the harbor Even like tonight when it's foggy As long as you're in it honey Where else lovely We're terribly lucky Suppose we hadn't found each other Well we couldn't mess, we're unnatural How could you tell the first time I knew What made you know you were in love with me You came down the street in a crowd And all of a sudden there wasn't any crowd Only you So I decided I must be in love Do you think there may be other people's happy Somewhere in the world Not a chance But there must be people who are in love too Millions of them Oh I love everyone of them Now I am jealous Oh but you do too, you know you do It makes you feel close to me Yeah I guess I'd do it that way When I look at you There are millions who love someone else And with them I can have hope For they can see beyond themselves Sometimes far beyond Far enough to see you I do want me to live and grow up All those who love There are even greater reasons child But there appears a long way off From this crowded hill, not values And the wrecked plane lying over there Where? We can go to them We can go anywhere tonight Because it's Christmas time When anything can happen We can try You know what time means It's a stream that flows forever in one direction We'll have to move against it For this place lies far up the stream Toward the headwaters of time Outside the universe A long way off But we can try Oh but it's beautiful What glorious place is this To what wondrous spot in all eternity have we come This is the realm of tomorrow All of these wonderful things I have no names for them There are no names for them child They're still a part of tomorrow This one, look at it Just look at it It's one of tomorrow's dreams child You'll give it expectations Glee me with fulfillment And this one, oh how lovely That's one of tomorrow's hopes And here's another So proud and so splendid It's an ideal not yet realized Another part of tomorrow There are so many wondrous things Things never seen on the face of it They ever be If you decide not to live Yes Wait, this door Where does it lead? Why not open it? Find out I will I will Look Those who'll be unborn And there'll never be anything else Unless you decide to live Oh yes, so beautiful Everything here is so beautiful Choice is your child It's your choice I've made my choice Let's go back Back to the hill And the stars And the valleys of the world Why did I ever think it was? Still sounds funny Have you forgotten? No I've not forgotten it But it only sounds so big Because hate has the loudest voice I can hear another sound Far off in the black night It's a voice from the hearts of heroes A song of hope And love and understanding You call them heroes Why not men of good will? Yes, men of good will I can live in a world that has such men And you must live for such men They are the ones who believe in you Yes And they must believe And I believe in them Don't go I must It's nearly dawn You are waking up Mr. Rex, what happened? Came for a pretty rough landing in the dark Must have been half an hour The dawn's starting to break over there I'm stepping up I must have broken the leg or something You'll be all right So get out of this wreck And walk around a little Shouldn't have walked me up Was having a beautiful dream What about money? Yes, I had a dream too Here, how may that matter? Oh, here Was it about money, Mr. Rex? It was about a little girl Little girl? Anybody we know? Somebody a lot of people know A lot of others ought to know Yeah? What's her name? All the French call her The Romans used to call her Pax Name is Peace Peace? That's a strange name She's a strange little girl Come on, Pagon, let's get out of this wreck Hey, look, Mr. Rex Down there on the flat It's a little town Yeah That's what I was checking on the map Come on, I want to get a wire off to the chief Which way? Down this path? No, Pagon, straight ahead Toward the sunrise Mr. Thurston, look The sun's coming up It's lighting up those houses Turning them purple and red and gold All kinds of colors What's the name of that little town? Pagon If the map is right If that dream is true That little town is called Bethlehem I do want to say something to our good friends In the radio audience For this is the time of year when you Think about your friends About those whose names you've known About other friends too People who just haven't been fortunate enough To meet but would like to meet pretty much Because you know you'd like them Well, maybe they'd like you too Seems to me that takes in just about everybody, Bart I think it does And so to everybody who can hear my voice To all our friends, I want to say For our sponsor, Frigidaire And for all of us here in the studio A very merry Christmas We'll all say amen to that, Bart A very merry Christmas Frigidaire's man-called ex is directed By Jack Johnstone With music composed and conducted by Johnny Green Very gone was played by Leon Belasco And tonight's story was written by Les Crutchfield So until next week, same time, same station This is Wendell Niles speaking for Frigidaire Made only by General Motors All characters and incidents Used on this program are fictitious And any resemblance to actual persons Or incidents is purely coincidental Remember, every Sunday night brings you Two popular dramatic shows on CBS The man-called ex and the adventures of Sam Spade Yes, for the best in entertainment Tune in to CBS, the biggest show in town This is CBS, The Columbia Broadcasting Center