 Welcome to Hollywood. The Horses Radio and Television Service brings you the Hollywood Radio Theater starring Nick Powell in Island in the Sky. Ladies and gentlemen, your producer, Mr. Aaron Cummings. Greetings from Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen. Warner Brothers Picture Island in the Sky was based on the best-selling novel by Ernest K. Gann, a masterpiece of drama involving aeroplanes and the men who flight it. As we shall see in tonight's thrilling attempt to rescue a crew of men isolated in the Arctic wasteland, and as our star of this batch act production, we have one of those amazing triple threat men of Hollywood, actor, director, producer, Dick Powell. Now act one of Island in the Sky starring Dick Powell as Dooley. This is a story about professional pilots and their special guarded world, their Island in the Sky. In the world aloft, the age-old factors of life and death assume their proper values. That's why professional pilots are uncomplicated simple men. Their thinking must be straightforward or they die violently. In World War II, many professional airline pilots were attached to the Army Air Transport Command. They were of the Army, but not in it. First of all, they were flyers. And the icy emptiness above the Himalayas and the skies of the South Seas, North Africa, and the cloudy vastness over Greenland and Labrador. They flew the material of war. Men like Murray, Danunzia, Stankovsky, Globet and Dooley. Danunzia. Danunzia. Yeah, Captain? You can get us a cross-pairing from Desolation Island. We tried, you can't erase it. How about Goose Bay? Nothing's going on. Oh my God, these good points are vacant. You think we're gonna pick up some ice? No, I think it. Murray? Yes, sir? Where do you figure we are? 200 miles off the Labrador coast, sir. You're sure it's not 201 miles? I think one of us will be right here on the start. No, well, maybe. I gotta hunch we're almost over the coast. Suppose you figure out what kind of ground speed we'd have to make to be over Hamilton River Peninsula in about 10 minutes. Oh, that'd be 200 miles per hour, sir. That's just not possible. Why, anything's possible up here, sir? Something wrong, sir. No, not yet. The air's getting pretty cold outside, isn't it? And below. How do you know the kid's learning to read instruments? Thanks. Yes, Daddy. You better wipe off your wits. Oh, sure, sure. Let's enjoy the view, huh? Of what? Hey, it's getting rough. Did I see you? Pick up any signals yet? No, sir. Maybe I'll try yours, sir. Okay, right now. We just music this side of heaven. I think we might chance running down through these clouds. But I'm sure where we are, I'm dead sure. Michael, Michael Greenland? No. You want to tangle that short at night? Not me, Daddy. Well, we couldn't make it anyway. If we can't get into Goose Bay, we'll keep right on to Prestile. Yeah. Take a lot of gas. Yeah, that is well. All we got. You don't worry about rough air. It's just uncomfortable. You don't worry about snow or even the static. You do worry about the winds up here. They're invisible and powerful. But most of all, you worry about ice. It can't kill. You just work Goose Bay. Now, why don't they turn on the range? They say it is on. I was sure not getting it. Goose Bay tried to take a Baron on us, but they say our signals are too weak. How about Greenland? Still no go. Maybe Montreal? Nothing. Amari, where do you think we are now? Just coming up on the St. Lawrence. Maybe. With no stars and radio, it's pretty hard to get sure. Ah, that's a good boy. When we talk like that, I can believe it. We must have missed Goose Bay all together. Yes, sir. We'll find the amount of our turrets, I think, for a piece of our course. Oh, then we'll start a new one. Frank, fly, uh... oh, fly 270. Mm-hmm. 270, Daddy. Stan Kowski. Hey, where's Stan Kowski? Let's go back in the cabin. Hey, somebody come back and wake up that dumb engineer. I heard you. I love it. If it wasn't for this dumb engineer, a lot of you running those guys would be in there. Stan Kowski, how much fuel has he left in the cabin tanks? Well, maybe a couple of teaspoons. Why? Trouble? What does that sound like to you? Big trouble. Ice. Yeah, ice on the props. They're slinging the stuff straight at us. That's it. Yes, sir. Transmit blind. Keep sending. Ask for bearings from any one you can weigh as fast as possible. Tell them we're icing up a losing altitude, returning northwest until we run out of gas. You got it? Got it. Then send it. Yes, sir. The pilots call it the jumping off place. Because this field in the far north eastern corner of Maine was the last American runway before Labrador and Greenland and Iceland of Europe. Dooley knew it well. And Preskyle knew Dooley. Lieutenant Corde. Yeah, now later, Angelou. Excuse me, sir, but maybe I ought to read what's coming in right now. It better be important, Corporal. Position uncertain, icing up fast. Proceeding northwest until gas runs out. All stations take bearings. Merry Christmas, Dooley. Any instructions, sir? Yes. Get Goose Bay. Quick. Get up. You can't, Daddy. It's just one big kick of ice. Frank, run the engines to 2,535 inches. That's 3,500. Okay. Let's go out to the bar and follow the props. Good answer. You getting anybody? Yes, sir. This is Preskyle, Maine, calling Goose Bay. Calling Goose Bay. You getting Dooley's signals? If so, take bearings. This is Preskyle, Maine. We keep on going northwest. We'll fly right off the map. My tracks don't show any details. Just big black spots. And maybe we're going to fill in more of those blanks. Yeah, but Al, we're close to stalling, Daddy. Let's take her down. More forward. 600. Frank. Yeah. I can see it. I see it. We'll break it through. Yeah, there's something shiny down there. Yeah. Hey, it's a lake. Yeah, there's another one over here on my side. It's not one lake, sir. Landing lights. All right. Wheels down. Have flaps. Wheels. They're going to land these things. Wheels down. I am. They're under here. Marist and Kowsky. Get back to the cabin stretcher on the floor. Good to hear that. Full flap. Full flap. Uh-oh. Hold it, Daddy. Hold it. Just a second. What's wrong? Get a hit snapshot of my girl. Have a time to kiss her picture. There is no better time. Here it comes. One more we could walk away from. Anything more on Dooley? Oh, yes. It just came in. Then why didn't you let me know? Well, I said it just came in, sir. I haven't had time. You haven't had time. You want to come to the staff room and tell Colonel Fuller and the rest of me, I haven't had time. They're in a real good mood right now with one in the morning. Oh, yeah. I'm sorry. Oh, give me that report. It's easy enough to organize, gentlemen. Now, the problem is where to search. And then planes out indiscriminately in this weather. Colonel Fuller, sir. I already reported to Montreal. Oh, thank you, Lieutenant. Gentlemen, we have a bearing on Dooley. At 2,300 hours, Montreal fixed him as north of the St. Lawrence. How far north, sir? Well, that they couldn't give us. But at least it indicates that Dooley followed his plan and went off to the northwest. That narrows down the area somewhat. Uh-huh. To about 10,000 square miles. If Dooley flew to the end of his gas supply, he's at least 200 miles into uncharted territory. Yeah. Well, assuming, Captain, that he came down in one piece, how long could he live up there? Any game to shoot? Who knows, sir? Certainly not the Eskimos. They wouldn't have any part of that region. Lieutenant Cord, how many ships are available for search right now? Five, sir, counting the general ship. The general can walk. Turner, what's the disposition of the civilian airline pilots? Well, sir, McMullan's here at the base. Willie Moon's westbound out of Goose Bay. Standage is probably over Greenland. We haven't gotten a clear signal from there in 24 hours. What about J.H. Handy and Stutz? Handy is east to Iceland, sir. Stutz is on his way west from there. All right. Cord, your job will be to make radio contact with all of them. Call them what's up. Yes, sir. Turner, you'll see that all five ships are ready with Arctic Kits. Ship with Major Dixon. Work out the stuff we're dropping. Right away, sir. Our gentlemen, that's all. See you at 0900 in the briefing room. Calling Boomerang. This is Prescott. Calling Boomerang. Calling Willie Moon. Calling C-47 Boomerang. Hey, Willie, that's us. Yeah. Boomerang, go ahead, Prescott. What's doing? I'm arriving here. You report to the military operations. Me? Uh-uh. I'm going through to Boston. Sorry. Change of flight plan. Says you. I promised my wife I'd be home for a kid's birthday. You tell Colonel Fuller, I'm a civilian pilot. Stand his down. Repeat that. I think you're doing a search party. Hopes. Tell him he dangled better, let me. Will do. Hey, how about Stutz and Handy and Stannish? Capricen. Do you read that word to Prescott? Then get to it, boy. Get to it. No. Why, Capricen? Stannish, I'm surprised. You mean those palm trees ought to be down there. G.G.K., the B.W.A. tower. Looks like we're about seven icebergs west of the field. Roger, G.G.K., altimeter 2990, wind west, well, large bags, dollars. Oh, Cap. Stannish. What? Where? Well, they're not sure. Maybe Labrador. They're getting up a search party. Tower. Yes, sir. Tell operations to refuel us on land. You were going on through. This morning? Uh-uh. You gotta get some sleep. While Dooley freezes to death? Sorry, we're going through. Hey, Dooley. Still awake? Yeah. Yeah. Thank you, man. Yeah, yeah. They're climbing out of this crate and having a look around. Can't see anything. Go daylight. I suppose not. You, uh, figured out anything? Go back to sleep. Daddy. Okay, okay. But keep your voice down. I know you're just waking up the rest. Oh, then? You get ourselves a crew of real sack artists. Have you figured out anything? Like where we are? Yeah. No. In the morning, we'll bake out the octet and take a shot of the sun. Yeah, if it comes out. Yeah. If the sun comes out. Well, anyway, about 30 gallons left in the tanks. You can get some generator power for the radio transmitter. If we can start an engine in this cold. Yeah. Oh, and food, yeah. Let's worry about food a little bit. Got three tons of salmon, eight chocolate bars, some sea rations, two marmalade sandwiches left over from last night. Uh, one of them's got a bite out of it. Uh-uh. Your bite. That much was all it got. Well, it's enough to last five men, maybe, oh, six days. Mm-hmm. After that? I'm not worried, Frank. Okay. You're not, aren't you? No, not again, Daddy. I'm worried. Sometimes a man has to lie. Even you'll do it. You've always tried to live by the exact truth. Exactness is so necessary in flying. Put your down. Five men down in the middle of a great big nowhere. Well, tonight it's all right. This'll be the easiest time for them. But tomorrow, or the day after, they're going to know what real hunger is. So find food. That's number one. Then find out where this nowhere is so you can help the others find you. Sandish, McMullen, Stutz, J.H. Handy, Willie Moon. They'll come to me. They won't leave you floating alone on an ice-cake. They'll come if it takes all winter. But you've only got six days. Well, you've got to be strong, Julie. You've got to keep them hoping. Keep them believing. They'll find their strength in you. But where would you find yours? My father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Act two of Island in the Sky in a moment. You know, with our servicemen stationed in so many countries around the world, they have a wonderful opportunity to observe the customs and traditions of other people. They're finding out that these customs aren't so strange after all. For instance, in many countries, marriage is by proxy. The groom, the bride, are not allowed to meet until the wedding is over. Now, this is the custom in Malaya to South Celebes and Siam. This is also one of the reasons for the veiling of Mohammedan women and the Hindu rule of Purda. In other words, the brides are hiding from the groom. Well, that has its modern counterpart in marriage among Christians. We say it's bad luck if the groom sees the bride before the ceremony. Well, we don't really believe that, maybe. Well, at least we have them come to separate rooms at the church and join each other at the altar. And the veil of a Mohammedan woman is as sacred as our marriage rights are to us. This is true about customs and traditions of all countries. A way of doing things may be different, but the ideals are the same. And our servicemen are helping to maintain goodwill while observing these customs by learning about them and honoring them. This, after all, is one of our traditions to let the other fellow have the same rights and privileges that we want for ourselves. Now our producer, Mr. Cummings, act you up, Ireland in the skies, starring Dick Powell as Dooley. A plane is down. To the man who seldom flies, or perhaps never, it's simply a statement of an unpleasant fact. To men like Willie Moon and McMullen, Stannish and Stutz and J.H. Handy and Colonel Fuller, it means more. One of your own kind is down. And it's important, important beyond anything else, that he rise again. Gentlemen, our information is still very sketchy. We can rely on the bearing of what we all gave us last night. Dooley was somewhere in the vicinity of Lake Manewan. Right where my corner is touching a chart. At that time, Dooley radioed that he was proceeding on a Northwest course. If I might suggest, sir, since Dooley is a civilian, he might have taken the liberty to fly. If Dooley said he was going to fly Northwest, he flew Northwest. Yes, but we don't know that, McMullen. We're terrorizing. Yeah, that's in trouble with all this stuff. Let's have some action. Now, as close as you let the colonel finish, Moon. Now, we have word from Greenland on Dooley's fuel load when he left there. According to those figures and assuming that he kept to a Northwest course, he had enough gas to carry him four or five hours beyond Lake Manewan or somewhere right around this region. Oh, brother. Ain't nobody ever explored that territory. No, not for map-making purposes. It isn't to make it more difficult to weather against us. So what do we do? Wait till summer and everything's decent, bomby forest? McMullen, we don't want to dissipate our efforts. You and Moon are on hand, but Stutz, J.H.H. and Stanis won't fly in here till dark. Tomorrow morning, we'll be ready to go. Tomorrow? What if Dooley and his men are injured? That is a possibility, of course. There's another still. He may all be dead. Colonel, can we count on taking off in four hours? No. We'll be back here ready to go in two hours. Dooley? Yeah? Any luck? No game? I need to burn the sky. Any firewood? Funny trees in those hills, but the woods frozen solid. Well, I guess that figures that 40 blows zero. That's awful, mean country, Daddy. Nothing but whiteness and glare in the silence. Yeah, you can almost hear it. I think I want you to do something for me. It's Murray. He gets pretty scared, I think. He keeps going on about his wife and baby. Maybe he might talk to her. He might help. You two are kind of near the same age. Heck, we are. I did my first solo before Murray was old and not even spelled the word navigator. Well, anyway, I think he'd warm up you quicker than he would to me. How about it? Sure. You know, if this little fiasco had come along about a week later, I might be sweating it out the same as Murray. You? You mean you, a wife? I don't know. I'm always jacked about this dame and that dame. I don't know, maybe that's a test, but... But Margaret, I ain't talking. Well, are you sure? I know, but... Come on now, then. Let's go back to the ship. I want to start up one of the engines so the nuns here can work the radio. Daddy, start pretty quick. Give it going. Stiffer, there's just so much juice in our batteries, and that's it. Give it going, I said. Please, Captain, no more. Okay, okay. We'll have to get along without a generator. Padunja, how many times can you transmit with what power we got left? Well, from what I just heard, maybe three or four short messages. Maybe less? Well, that means every word's got to count. Who's that? Sounds like Murray. Yeah, he's up in the Astrodome again. Murray, come down here. Murray! Yes, sir? What kind of reading did you get this time? It just doesn't make sense, Captain. According to the octant, we should be having coffee in Bangor Main, or Paris, or Stalingrad. All on the same latitude. Maybe it's me. It's so cold I can't think. Yeah, that's what's wrong. It's cold, you know. The octant's got pneumonia. Same as our watches. Oil in the gears gets sluggish. Just won't work quite in these temperatures. My navigator should know where he is. I don't. I'm sorry. Oh, sure, sure, sir. It's funny. Every time I get a good sight on the sun, the sun starts changing into something else. It looks like a toy ball. Like a baby's toy. But perhaps if I try, it just won't work. Like a baby's toy. Yeah. See what I meant? Tananjee? Yes, sir. Switch on your dynamometer. We're going to send? Right now, one message and repeat three times. No more. Yes, sir. Ready? Ready. Okay. Nearly. To all stations. Down on Frozen Lake. Position uncertain. That's about 600 miles. Get him back. Do something. Oh, sure. I'll pick him up in my brain waves. Do you require food? Did your guy read that message from Prescott? Yeah, man. That's lucky. Chicken, just like we knew it, please. Eat up, old balloonist. Hey, Ralph. Yeah. I mean, now it's Prescott. You bet I do. Tell them we're proceeding to the area together. What about the storm front? I got it. Somewhere over them mountains. Duel is waiting for us. Look, you guys. Will you pay attention? Yeah. Go on, don't you? Well, it's real simple, fellas. Since we've got to save our batteries, we use this portable transmitter. The hand crank job. You wind away on it like it was a coffee drink. I've got an idea. Just a minute, Frank. This here aerial is supposed to be hoisted up in the air by a balloon. And we ain't got one, I bet. Ah, yes we have. But it's a blame call. The balloon wouldn't have enough buoyancy. So we'll have to spring the aerial between two trees. There's plenty of trees all along the lake. Maybe we could cut them down and make a log cabin. Wait a minute. I'll tell you what we are going to do. We're going to cut down some of those trees and pour some of our gasoline on them. If we can once get a fire started, we can throw out enough wood to keep the thing going. Hey, Captain, that'd be swell, because I was wondering how we could heat up this coffee grinder. The grease and the gears is frozen, so you could hardly crank it. I wasn't thinking about the coffee grinder. If we're in for a blizzard and it looks like it, that fire's going to keep us alive. How are you cooking, Daddy? That's my idea. What is? Find something to cook over your fire. I'll run right down the corner. Go, sir. Oh, sure, sure, sure. Right now, how about helping me drain some gasoline? Now, come on, boys, let's move it, huh? Okay, okay, boys. That's enough wood to start with. Stinkowski, Murray, that's enough. Anandji. Yeah? You and Frank Powell are over there on the lease of that snow bluff. Hey, uh, wait a minute. Where's Frank? I know. I haven't seen him. Stinkowski, Murray, where's Frank? I thought he was with you, Captain. A half hour ago. He went hunting. Hunting? Oh, cut it out, Murray. Hey, Dad, he took the rifle and the ammunition. He said he was going to get a sum to eat or else. Oh, no, but his wind kicking up the store, he's got visibility for about 20 feet. Frank! He fired that rifle. No walking around, no circles. Just keep a straight line. He wrote wishes and trees. Just follow these footprints right back to camp and go to sleep. Oh, wow. I can't see nothing. I can't say about that. He said, take it easy, son of ass. That's just what I'm going to do, Julie. I'm going to sit down right here and think about Margaret. She's soft too. Good. And like 4th of July at Coney Island. Mike, I can't hear a thing. It's ridiculous. Sure you can, Margie. Just pay attention to what she's doing. Stop looking at me. Wait a minute. But I'd rather look at you, Frank. You mind? Oh, I love it. Did you see anything so funny? I just never did take a good photo. Oh, wait a minute. For 25 cents, it looks pretty good to me. Besides, it was your idea, wasn't it? Well, I wanted you to have a picture of me. I don't need a picture to remember what you look like. I always remember what I did. What's that? Fix a firewood at the best I could do, Captain. They, uh, they don't look much like a cross. That'll have to do with an unsheathed. Set it up right here by his head. Captain. Yes, Murray. Frank showed me a snapshot of his girl. I hope you took it out of his pocket. Why? Well, so, so you could return it to her. Maybe Frank would rather have it here with him. That's the way I figure. I, uh, any, uh, any men want to say anything? I suppose there's no need to. We all know what kind of a man Frank was. He was a good pilot. That takes an awful lot of things. Well, there's, uh, something in the Bible, some psalm about the shepherd, but I don't know it. I, I think maybe we better say something that we all do know. I, our Father who art in heaven, how would be thy name? Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, honored as it is in heaven. Give us a day our daily bread. Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who curse us against us. Lead us not in temptation, but deliver us from evil. For I am the kingdom, and the power, and the glory. Forever and ever and ever. Amen. In a moment, act three of Island in the Sky. The Navy Enlisted Men's Club in Tokyo is a pretty nice place where the men of the Navy can sit around and talk, read or play cards on off-duty hours. It's a pretty nice place in another way, too. There's a box on the bar for the spare change of the sailors, and every penny that's dropped into it goes for the support of their private orphanage called the Home of Affection. Over 50 boys and girls of all ages are fed, clothed and educated there. The orphanage has formed its own self-government, and the children are learning what it's like to live by democratic rules. With the help of the enlisted men of our Navy, they're meeting the world with a new hope, a new dignity and pride. Such acts by you and your friends today are shaping our world of tomorrow. Curtain rises on act three of Island in the Sky, starring Dick Powell as Dooley. 24 hours, 1,440 minutes, 86,400 seconds. Well, it all depends. If you're lost in the great white emptiness of the subarctic, time is measured by the icy paralysis which penetrates ever deeper and deeper into the body. If you're in the sky, time is an almost mystic complex of RPM, inches of mercury, gallons of gasoline, degrees of drift, barometric pressure. Things known to men like Willi Moon and McMullen and Stunish and Stutz and G.H.H. Even if it was worth being grounded for 48 hours, picking up Dooley's signal, sure it does be sending out the emergency outfit, that hand-crank job. How far can you hear one of them things? Maybe 25 miles. Maybe a hundred if everything's just right. Well, don't bust yourself wide open with optimism, bud. Okay, let's pretend Dooley's got enough curiousness, regular set. Let's pretend he's trying to pick us up. So what do we say? Tell him to build a big bonfire with lots of smoke. Tell him we'll be looking for it. We'll do. But at 70 below zero, smoke may simply settle to the ground. A plane down on a frozen lake. But what lake? That one? Or that one? There are a thousand lakes. From the air, you can see a hundred miles. But the wing spread of a plane may be only a hundred feet. Like looking for a chip of wood in the middle of the ocean. Dooley! Tell us who's them! Yeah, they're calling us right now. Listen. Build big fire. Keep it going. Yeah? Yeah, what else? They say... Take it easy. How close do you think they are? The signal's pretty weak there. I'm close. Oh, tell them that. Send an answer. In a minute. I've got to warm up my fingers. Okay. Murray. St. County. Get outside to start building up that bonfire. Pour some engine oil over it. Maybe we can make some real smoke. Yes, sir. Right away. Hey, Captain, our battery's almost gone. If I hold my key down, the juice will be gone in a few minutes. I think it'd be better if we took bearings on them. Are you sure? No, no, I'm not. But at least the battery's the last longer at all right. Are your fingers warm enough now? Well, they're as warm as they'll get. Good. Then shoot the works. Boomerang. Hey guys, we got Dooley. So am I. Yeah, stop behind me. I'm sewing in here. 40 degrees. 140. That's behind me. That's what he wants. I don't give us another bearing. Okay, 140 it is. Do you have an alcohol? No, can't be. How does Dooley sound? We do. Can't last much longer. New bearing. 170 degrees. 170. They're acknowledging? Loud and clear. Just about knocking my ears off. Dooley. Huh? We've had it. Oh. Want the batteries? Yeah. Just one half or one jolt left in them. Okay, okay. Then don't listen on 500 kilosecicles. The emergency's at that coffee grinder. I'll try. The big station in Montreal is still on over. We must be setting practically on top of Dooley, and we can't hear him. What is it, Stutz? We're at the end of the market. The gears on this coffee grinder must be moving in solid cement. Here, here, I'll crank it for a while. I'll go, Captain. Yeah, me too. You'll all get your turn. I'll get your turn. I'll get your turn. I'll get your turn. I'll get your turn. I'll get your turn. All right, now you can put some more wood on that fire and keep praying. Captain, lay off a second. Huh? Listen. Damn, they're coming, boys. They're coming. Hey, there's one coming. That's what they got to. Really? They're eating. See the smoke? They're coming. I don't risk it. I'll never come back. Sorry to call you men here directly from your ship, but we've got to decide our next step tonight. And you can hit the sack. Really? Yes, sir. I believe your ship made the first contact with Dooley. Now, what time was that? What was your position? It was around 1500. We were an hour north of the mountains. Proceeding on what compass course? Yeah, that's anybody's guess. The compass just won't stand still up in that country. We had the same trouble, sir. The magnetic pole kept moving on it. Captain Stannish has a long distance called. It can wait, Lieutenant. The operator said it was urgent, sir, in New York. All right, Stannish. Make it short. Thank you, sir. Now, men, what I'm trying to get out is this. Five ships covered a certain area today. We've got to know what that area is so we can eliminate it on our next week. Colonel. Yes, Andy? I hate to say this, but for the first time since I started flying, which was a long time ago, I just don't know where I've been. I don't like these, too. Laura, this is pretty extraordinary. Well, has anybody got any ideas? Yeah. All right, Stets. Let's go back at night, fly the stars. Put one fix after another so we know where we are. Plan to arrive over the search area just before dawn. Dooley, here's our engines. He'll shoot up a flare and we'll see it. We will, huh? We told Dooley to build a big fire, but we sure didn't see any smoke. Maybe we'll fly it so high. Let's stay close as a duck next time. Captain Stannish, how about the weather? Well, there's a new low pressure system forming over Hudson Bay, sir. It'll hit Dooley in about 36 hours and may last as much as four days. All right. All right. Here's what we do. I like Stets' idea of going up on the stars. Tomorrow night we try it. Stake out what you men think is a new search area and hope that Dooley hears you and sends up a flare. You miss him this time? Well, you heard about the weather. Dooley's already out of food. He can't stand another blizzard. Oh, Stannish, while you were on the phone, we worked out a plan. The boys will tell you. Oh, who was it, Stannish? One of your dolls? It was Murray's wife. Murray. Dooley's navigating? Yes, sir. She wants us to give her husband a message. Don't you know we ain't found him? No, she says she knows he's alive. She says to tell him the baby's over his coat and that she loves him. You asleep? No, no. I've been trying, too, but I keep thinking. What if the planes don't come back? They will, Murray. You sure? Try thinking about something else. But why should they come back to this same place? They looked here and didn't see anything. Tomorrow, they'll try someplace different. Wouldn't you, Dooley, if you were flying one of those planes? Oh, they'll be back. All we gotta do is build up a bigger fire tomorrow. You're not just saying that, Dooley. You're sure? I'm sure. Now, get some sleep. Ah. See, hope my wife and kid are all right. Dooley can be murdered, but seldom the deep human strength of survival. Yet the strength is as tricky as it is powerful. It can become miserable panic if the leader faulters. He said they'd come today, and they didn't. Yeah, and the wind's getting louder. What's that mean? It keeps up all night. We'll maybe have another blizzard. Why don't Dooley talk to him? He just keeps walking around. Why don't he stay here with us? Because he went for some more firewood. Dooley! Dooley, come here! What's wrong? We want you to talk to us. Tell us something. Say something! Uh-huh. And that's you? Yes, sir. Tomorrow, instead of sending straight signals, maybe you better tap out some kind of a message, like, uh, return to the same place. Return to the same place. Okay, by me. How long could you keep that up? As long as the boys can crank the coffee ground. What's the good of it? It'd be better if we started walking out of here. How far do you think you'd get? I hope this stomach doesn't give you much mileage. That's why we gotta move. We gotta find some food to shoot. Here, it's like everything was already dead. That's enough, Murray. We might find a river downstream. I said shut up. You said the planes had come back, Dooley! They haven't! Shut up! No! They'll never come back! Get out of here! Now listen. All of you. There's a boy buried out there in that snow because he didn't listen to me. Our only chance is right here. If the planes can't see our ship from the air, they sure couldn't see us walking. Now, the first one of you who hikes out of this camp here is going to get shot. I'll aim for your legs, but I may miss you and hit you in the back of the head. Now, who's believing? All right, that's better. Venetian. Hey, hey, hey. Come on, come on, wake up. Dooley? Yup, yup. Let's start cranking. Oh, it's not even light yet. It will be before long. We want the coffee grinder really warmed up by then. Come on, outside it. Pretty high. Hey, one of you other guys. Ralph and I are going to listen to steps, so you have for Dooley at 500 kiloseconds. We're about to drop off. I'll take another whorl at it. Keep sending, Denancia, keep sending. Look at my ears. Well, you'd look better without them anyway. Yeah, yeah. I wish those clouds would clear away. St. Karski, how about... about spelling me on this thing. Form of that flare gun. Yes, sir. Here it goes. A message for me, Captain? Yeah, yeah. A Spanish wrote it. Says, uh, your wife's fine. A little, uh, what's his name is over his coal. Gee. Oh. Denancia. That's all? Don't say anything else? Mm-hmm. Yeah. Ski planes. We'll be back this afternoon to take you out. Wow! Dooley, your wife and kids are waiting for you. We didn't know you had a wife and kids. Yeah. Six of them. And thank God I'm going to see them again. Make a friend and you make an ally. There's a thought for you to keep in mind as many another American has. Elizabeth Vining was an American who probably had more individual success than anyone else in creating a strong feeling of friendship between the United States and Japan. In 1946, she was selected for the important job of teaching English to the 12-year-old Crown Prince Akihito. Her tour of duty was for two years. In Tokyo, she found a class of 20 boys had been assigned to her. By patiently conducting her class completely in English, Miss Vining gradually taught them a language they were eager to learn. Her methods of teaching and subject matter were of her own choice. The boys studied American history and democracy, had discussions on the United Nations, and the Prince memorized Lincoln's Gettysburg address. At the end of her assignment, Miss Vining agreed to stay another year because English had reached the point where he could understand the expression of ideas. At the end of the third year, Prince Akihito was well acquainted with English and the benefits of a democratic way of life. Miss Vining's work was finished. The Emperor and the Empress thanked her for the understanding she had brought to the Prince and the Japanese children and gave her many gifts to show their gratitude. And what had Elizabeth Vining learned from her work? That she had contributed much toward the future peace of Japan and the rest of the world. That she opened windows which had remained closed too long. As one of her students told her, you have not only taught us English, you have taught us thoughts. Yes, Elizabeth Vining had learned that by helping others, you help your country. Now here's Mr. Cummings. Dick Paul, congratulations on a very fine performance. Thank you, and thank you, Irving. I understand you were selected by the nation's top radio and TV editors as the best dramatic show on radio. Yes, in a poll conducted annually by Radio and TV Daily, we're very pleased and proud. We intend to go right on presenting the very best motion pictures Hollywood has produced. How's about next week's show? You won't want to miss it, Arthur, because it's one of the most famous comedies of all time, with one of the greatest romantic teams ever seen on the screen, another of our 20 greats. This time from Columbia Pictures, the gay mad story of the awful truth, and recreating their original roles, Cary Grant and Irene Johnson. Oh, that's a great one. All right. Good night. Good night, and best regards to you.