 Family Theatre presents Grace Kelly and Edmund O'Brien. From Hollywood, the Mutual Network in Cooperation with Family Theatre presents Stopwatch Finale starring Edmund O'Brien. And now, here is your hostess, Grace Kelly. Family Theatre's only purpose is to bring to everyone's attention a practice that must become an important part of our lives if we're to win peace for ourselves, peace for our families, and peace for the world. Family Theatre urges you to pray. Pray together as a family. And now, to our transcribed drama, Stopwatch Finale starring Edmund O'Brien as Ed Gibson. Concerning Edward Gibson, legally tried and condemned to death in the Riverton Death House, there are these unusual facts to remember. No word from the governor yet. Time's gone fast, Warden. Get your mind off the time, Gibson. Can I get you any magazines? No, no thanks. I think I'll just wait. What's the time? Oh, exactly four minutes after five. That makes it six hours, roughly. Right. Six hours to live. I wouldn't keep thinking about it, Gibson. You wouldn't, eh? I'd do something. Get my mind on other things. What, for instance? I'd read the Bible or something. You're asking me to read a Bible, and I've got six hours to live? I can't figure a better time to read one. Yeah, I know. They all do it, I suppose. If you want, I'll get the chaplain, too. You don't need chaplains of Bibles, Warden, when you don't believe in God. Gibson, you wouldn't be trying to fool me, would you? I think you're a pretty decent fellow. Decent fellow, eh? Yeah. When they tried me and found me guilty, you'd still say that. That's right. Well, thanks anyway. That's one of the reasons why I mentioned the chaplain. You've got six hours to live. Roughly five hours and forty minutes, Warden. All right. Now, Gibson, with five hours and forty minutes to live, do you mean to tell me that it's just going to be all over for you tonight? Just a plain blackout? That's right. They throw the switch on you, and then it's curtains. It's quick. You get cold. It's over. Nothing more? Nothing more. Just curtains. In other words, you just don't believe in God. Warden, how much time did you say I had left? Five hours and forty minutes. Five hours and forty minutes. Warden, if I had five years and forty minutes, five hundred years and forty minutes, I still wouldn't believe in God. That's on the level, Gibson? Sure. Why should an electric chair make me change my mind? Well, bye and see you again, Gibson. Thanks, Warden. How are you doing? Okay. Want anything to help you pass the time? No. No, thanks anyway. I appreciate it. Don't mention it. What's the time now? Seven-twenty-three. It leaves me about three hours and a half. Three hours and a half to live. I can stay here if you want and talk to you. Warden. Yeah. What would you do with three hours and a half? I mean your last three hours and a half. I'd probably get a few stiff hookers into me. Yeah. Yeah, I could get a drink, couldn't I? Anything you want, Gibson? To be honest with you, Warden, I never cared much for the stuff. Maybe a glass of beer now and then. You want beer? I can get you. No, no. That's something I can't explain. Yeah, I know what you mean. How'd you like the dinner we sent over? Oh, good. A swell dinner, Warden. You didn't eat much? I just wasn't hungry, that's all. You got a cigarette? Sure, sure. No word from the governor yet? Nope, nothing. Here's the pack. Thanks. Light? Yeah, thanks. Cigarette tastes good. I like the smoke, Warden. I always like the smoke. Honest, Gibson, I wish you had a million years to smoke. Yeah, a million years. There's nothing else I can do for you, is there? Sure, sure there is. You can give me the keys and let me walk out the front door. Offhand, Gibson, I'd say you're one of the fellows I'd like to let out the front door. You think so? Yeah, I followed your case. Oh, yeah. The whole country followed my case, according to my lawyer. It's a pretty good show, you got to admit. Maybe if I'd never gone into that. What's the matter? That's nothing. I just keep thinking that's all. Sure, sure, I know what you mean. You know, it's funny how things can happen to you. I'm here in this death house tonight because I walked into a restaurant one day. Would you believe it? A restaurant? Yeah, I wouldn't be here if I hadn't walked into that restaurant. What happened? Well, I can trace it right back to that day in the restaurant when she said... May I take your order, sir? Yeah, I'd like a steak, Miss Porterhouse, and make it on the rare side, huh? Vegetables? Yeah, spinach and potatoes, only no cream on the spinach. Plain, spinny. Yeah, that's right. Coffee? Yep, you can bring me a cup of coffee, too. Yes, sir. It began with something as simple as that, given an order to a waitress. She wasn't what you'd call a beautiful, kind of a short girl, brown eyes, dark hair, Latin type you'd call her. I fell for a warden. I fell about as hard as a guy could fall for a girl. What happened then? I married her. We went together six months, and we had the wedding. It was okay, too. Real church wedding, bells, organ, rice, you know. Yeah. Yeah, we had good times together, too. Louise and I had a good job. Bricklayer. Had three kids, too. I just can't figure it out. I mean, it should have worked the other way. What do you mean, Gibson? What other way? I mean about the house. We figured it was just about everything we wanted. You know how people like to get out of cheap flats? You figure if you have a nice house, good big rooms? Well, it's a place you can be proud of, a place you can invite people to, your friends. Louise always wanted a nice house. I see. And I got her a house. Boy, Warton, you should have heard of that first day when I showed it to her. It's beautiful. How do you like it, Louise? Doesn't it got everything I told you? Oh, it's beautiful, Eddie. Come on, let's look around. Hey, you can't compare this with that old flat, can you, Louise? Look at those walls. Solid. And Eddie. Tile in the kitchen. Green tile. Yeah, you like that stuff, huh? I knew you would. Oh, this is first class, honey. Oh, Eddie has so happy. Hey, when do you see the rooms upstairs, Louise? Are they big? Big. You get lost in there so big. And the windows, they'll knock your eye out. They open sideways instead of up and down. And the kind of windows that go in a house like this. The stairs, they don't creak. Creak? Well, you can fall down these stairs and they won't creak. You don't think I paid out cash for a matchbox, do you, honey? And honey, honey, look here. Brass knobs on a door. First class, huh? Oh, Eddie, it's wonderful. One family suburban brick model one. It cost me about all I had, too. It was a good investment, Gibson. Yeah. That's what everybody said. See, you don't have to listen to all this, won't you? I appreciate you coming here like this. Oh, it's all right, Gibson. Go ahead. I don't mind. Talk all you want. My time's my own. Yeah. Time. Time and talk. Doesn't do much good talking, does it? That was about the time you met this Jordan fellow, wasn't it? I mean, the papers covering your trial, they said something. Yeah, that's right. Jordan. Jordan lived down the street. I commuted with him practically every day in the 816. I never really understood Jordan those first six months. A quiet kind of fellow, almost lonesome. One day I invited him over to my house. They sitting around that night, and before I knew it, we got to talking on religion. You know, how people get off in that subject when you have a get-together. Everyone sooner or later bringing in religion. Now, please don't misunderstand me, Gibson. I'm not trying to disparage any man's belief. You and Louise happen to be well like my own folks. They went to church, too. Respectable, conscientious type of people. Well, that was their like, their belief. And I take my hat off to them. Yeah, I understand that, Jordan. But you say this religion stuff is a lot of malarkey. Am I right? That's putting it a bit too roughly, Gibson. Yeah, but you said that. I merely said that I don't believe in a God. Oh, you really don't believe in God, Mr. Jordan? That's right. Now, let me get this straight, Jordan. You don't believe in God, you don't believe in heaven, you don't believe in heaven. As I see it, Gibson, God, heaven, hell, and all the assorted angels, archangels, and devils, are merely ancient superstitions which persist in disturbing the modern mind. Now, understand, I don't question the convenience of having a religion. The convenience? Yeah, the propriety. The usefulness of having a religion. It keeps a lot of frustrated people happy. The reward motive, you know. And you don't believe in prayer? Well, if there's no God to pray to, why should I believe in prayer? Or a soul, either. Yes, what about the soul? Just a minute. I do believe the soul factor. It's the principle of activity. Dogs have them, cats, caterpillars, and even man. But when you start talking to me about an immortal soul, well, that's where I draw the line. Where do you draw the line, Jordan? Six feet under the daisies when my time comes. Gibson, my boy, after I pass out of the picture, my soul won't go up or down or sideways, which precludes the ugly business of having to stand before some inquisitive creator to render an account of the innumerable benches I've been on. What? Mr. Jordan? You really believe that, Jordan? I believe it. I not only believe it, I preach it. It's a hobby of mine. You're playing the part of the naughty disillusioner. Well, I mean, if there's no God, as you say, then, well, what about the commandments? Oh, the commandments. Well, they're an unusual code of the mores, allegedly dictated by some almighty Jehovah person with appropriate thunder and lightning. No, no, wait a minute. You mean the commandments didn't come from God like it says in the Bible? Well, if there isn't a God, I don't see how they could. Oh, but Mr. Jordan. Excuse me, Louise. Oh, yeah, yeah, go ahead. Well, you see, it's a picture. Now, just hold on a minute, Jordan. Boy, I'm telling you, you got me in a state where I don't know whether I'm coming or going. I mean, well, everything I ever knew about the commandments and, well, sin. See it. Eddie, sin is merely being caught at what society says we ought not get caught at. Society? That's my opinion. And if you're not caught, Jordan? Well, if you're not caught, Eddie, well, then you're a free man. They caught me. But what else about this Jordan fellow, Jordan? Well, he had me mixed up ever since that talk we had in the house. I was trying to figure out some arguments, you know, proof about the things I used to believe in God and things. But I wasn't too quick on the trigger. Well, that Jordan was a clever egg. I had to admit it right to his face. Jordan, you certainly can dish that stuff out. Boy, you got me bamboozled. Maybe you're beginning to see the light, Eddie. Well, I don't know. I'm all right. I begin to think of those... Say, tell you what? I want you to come with me tomorrow night. Where? Jefferson Circle. I have a regular audience down there every Thursday night. You mean you really make speeches in Jefferson Circle? Oh, it's a real study. The faces of the people, Eddie. They're like a bunch of scared kids when I give them the works. How do you mean the works? I call it my stopwatch finale. Stopwatch finale. That's what he called it. What did he mean stopwatch finale? Ah, it's an old gag wordin'. You get out in front of the people and you pull out a stopwatch. The time's really gone, isn't it, Warden? My God, I'm talkin' as if I had a million years to live. Did you hear what I just said, Warden? You mean the above? Yeah. I said, my God. That's a kind of habit, I guess. Gibson, are you sure you don't want me to get the chaplain for you? No, I'm walkin' out on my own steam, Warden. Where was I? You were sayin' somethin' about a stopwatch. Oh, yeah. Well, this Jordan used to go down at Jefferson Circle every Thursday night. Get up on the platform in front of the people and he'd say... And he had a swell voice, too. He'd say... And in conclusion, to prove that I'm sincere, to prove to you that no so-called God could have created this starring, this dying world, to prove that this so-called almighty God, if he does exist, is the biggest bungler in the most colossal criminal the human mind can conceive, to prove to you that there is no God. I now serve notice on His Majesty if what I say is not true. Then I defy God to strike me dead on this platform within five seconds. I'm timing you, God. Do you hear me? I'm givin' you five seconds to strike me dead if what I say is not true. One, two, four... So that's what he called stopwatch finale, eh? Yeah, yeah. Well, you know the rest of the story happens to thousands of people, I guess. You're going along, living, working, trying to raise kids, live normal, and boom, it's like lightning the way it hits you. You don't figure on it. You're just... Just a simple headache. That's how I came to know first. I had a headache that day, and I left the job early. I went home, opened the door of my house, and I heard the laughter in the other room. I opened the parlor door, and my wife jumps out of the chair like a scared rabbit, almost. I wondered why she was so nervous all of a sudden, and I looked at it. Jordan. Your wife is really a sketch, Eddie. Most delightful sense of humor. Oh, Louise. You're home early, darling. Yeah, I got a headache. The old sinus trouble, Ed? No, it's just an ordinary headache. Mr. Jordan dropped in for some tea. Yeah, that's fine. You don't mind excusing me if I go upstairs, huh? You're not sick, are you, darling? No, a couple of aspirins will fix it up. Go ahead. Don't let me disturb you. That's what I thought wouldn't a couple of aspirins would fix it up. I couldn't get that other feeling out of my head. I thought about it for weeks. Maybe I was wrong. I hope maybe I was wrong, and that Louise was only... then Jim Holloway, he's my brother-in-law. Jim came up to me one day. You working hard, Eddie? Yeah, they keep me going when the weather is right. You know how it is with brick laying, Jim. What have you got out there in the backyard? Oh, I'm building a little garage laying the bricks myself. Didn't Louise tell you about it? No, that kid's sister of mine never tells me a thing. You know, some of these days, Jim, I'm gonna get a car. Louise and the kids will enjoy a trip to the beach to the country. I think Louise ought to get out more. She ought to have more fun. You know how it is with women staying home all day with the kids. It's no fun. Kind of washes them out. After I get a car, you know... Ed. I came over to see you for something special. You don't mind if I tell you something? No, go right ahead, Jim. Now, I don't want you to get excited. I don't want you to go losing your head or anything. What do you mean? Maybe I should keep quiet. I'm going out on the lamb and I'm doing it because I like you, Ed. What's on your mind? Now, it may be only rumors. Yeah? Yeah, go ahead. Well, if I were you, I'd keep my eye on that guy, Jordan. What do you mean? I mean Louise. So that's how you first found out about it, Gibson. It's a dangerous thing going around with stories like that, even if it's the truth. Jim thought he was doing right. I don't blame him. What happened after that? Well, I felt kind of sick the rest of that day. First, I thought I wouldn't say anything to Louise, but that night in the house, I came right out with it. I told her everything that Jim said. I could still see her face getting white. Looking all right. All right. You know everything now. What are you going to do about it? Louise, tell me it's... Tell me it isn't true. It is true. I love him. You snooped, you found out, all right? I love him. What else do you want me to say? Louise, the kids, our house. I'm fed up with it. And I'm fed up with sneaking in the shame. I'm finished. Marriage? You mean it's off? Maybe it was never on. How can you say that, Louise? Louise, you're not going away with him. Yes, I am. I see, Louise. Everything was clear to me then. I saw the whole picture. So I walked out of the house. Sure. Sure I could see Jordan's point now. It was plain. Plain as the nose on your face. For the first time it clicked. I should have figured the angle long ago. It was an old game. Old as the hills. You could steal into a guy's house. The house he's paid for and sweated for. You could steal into his house and talk to his wife. Get her infatuated. Turn her head. Talk to his kids. Use nice words. Be a nice guy. You could talk a lot of big talk about religion and stuff. There is no God. There is no God. You could say those words. And because there isn't a God, you don't have to worry about a guy's wife or his kids or his house. All you got to worry about is don't get caught. See? Don't get caught. Society doesn't like it. Well, I wasn't worried about society. About what's right and what's wrong. Don't get caught. If that's the game Jordan was playing, then little Ed Gibson can play it too. I walked down a Jefferson circle at Night Warden. I saw him up on the platform. A couple of hundred people were there too. And Jordan was going strong. It was the same old stuff. And in conclusion, if what I say is not true, I defy platform within five seconds. Time, Gibson. I'm ready. I can still get a chaplain for you. No. I can make it alone. Okay. Just as you say, Gibson. Warden. Yes, lad? There's one thing I didn't tell you. Maybe you'd like to know about it. What is it? The night I shot Jordan. Yes. I ran to where he was lying on the platform. I see his lips were moving. Just whispering. And you know what he was saying? May God have mercy on my soul. He said that? Yeah. He said it. The guy who didn't believe in God. Here's the door, Gibson. Concerning Edward Gibson, legally tried and condemned to death in the Riverton death house, there is this other unusual fact to remember. After he'd walked through that last door, after the electrode was applied and shortly before the switch was thrown, he was heard to say, Oh my God, my God, have mercy on my soul. This is Grace Kelly again. A famous writer once observed that life is like a long, slow journey by train across an unknown land. At the start of the trip, we're all eyes and ears and fascinated by so many new sights and sounds, scarcely even caring about our destination. Gradually, we develop into seasoned travellers and more and more we begin to look forward to that day when the trip will be over and there will be no more summits to climb or bridges to cross. So it is to some extent with the journey of life, with the one difference being that journey we should be mindful of our final destination, eternal union with Almighty God. And there's a simple way to do that too, through prayer, daily prayer, and every day as we get closer and closer to our eternal destination, if we're to remember to offer a prayer to God, asking his help and guidance, depend on it. He will see that our journey is a safe one and here's something else we can depend on. The family that prays together stays together. More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of. From Hollywood Family Theatre has brought you Stopwatch Finale, starring Edmund O'Brien. Grace Kelly was your hostess. Others in our cast were Jean Bates, John Larch, Tudor Owen, and Billy Bakken. The script was written by Timothy J. Mulvey with music composed and conducted by Harry Zimmerman and was directed and transcribed by Family Theatre by John T. Kelly. This series of Family Theatre broadcasts is made possible by the thousands of you who feel the need for this type of program, by the mutual network which has responded to this need, and by the hundreds of stars of stage, screen, and radio who give so unselfishly of their time and talent to appear on our Family Theatre stage. To them and to you, our humble thanks. 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