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The picture which for the best original screen story of the year was nominated for the 1941 Academy Award. My real name is Randall, but I was known once as Major Hetzog. I have a number somewhere around the place and some newspaper clippings and a medal. Yes, I have about everything one needs, including nightmares to remind me that not so long ago I was one of those calm, nervous chaps the books described as a British agent. Right now I am addicted to gardening and I propose to cultivate the gentle passion for the rest of my days, unless of course they need me, which God forbid. My little excursion into darkest intrigue began about the time Mr. Chamberlain's umbrella failed to open at Munich and we entered that Gilbert and Sullivan era known then as the phony war. Now believe me, there was nothing phony about mine. Well, hello Randall. How are you? Fine. Sorry to bring you down to London tonight. You must apologize too for all the secrecy, but we've got a crisis again. I know. We were just discussing the Beaumarche affair. Yes, I... You slipped up badly there, didn't you? Yes, sir. Yes, we needed Beaumarche, frightfully you know. And after all our trouble in getting him away from the Nazis and out of Germany, you let them come along and steal him away from under your nose. Yes, well you see they were very convincing, posed as officers in the Royal Navy. They said they were to take him to dinner aboard Admiral somebody's ship. They'd dine him all right, but aboard one of their U-boats. I underestimated their nerve. Well, the war office has been stinking about it. They take the view that this arm of plating of Beaumarches will make all the difference in the coming war. And by tomorrow night Beaumarche will be in Berlin where they won't lose any time in putting the screws on the poor devil. Tomorrow night? That means he won't be at the Admiralty until... Let's see, Saturday morning. That's about it. Why? Nearly 48 hours. What are you driving at? Well, they got him out of England. Why shouldn't we get him back? Oh, that's quite impossible. Why? I know my way about. Speak German like a stormtrooper. I spent five years in Berlin. We might be in a shooting war before you get back. You know what that would mean. Yes, sir. Well, you know perfectly well I can't give you permission to do it and the fact that you make such a proposal shows you're obviously not yourself. You agree? Well, I quite agree with you. Well, Randall, I suggest you take a week's sick leave. Take a complete change of air. Well, I must say this is mighty sporting of you, Randall, patriotic and all that. The highest tradition of the service. Right. Oh, it's nothing so noble as all that. And after all, gentlemen, I did block my copybook a bit. And then, of course, there's Beaumarche's daughter. Really? I say. Touch of romance, eh? Well, sort of. Gentlemen, I'll need some letters of introduction and that sort of thing. And oh, yes. Is there someone about who could draw up my will? It wasn't really so bad getting into their benighted country. I had some wonderful credentials, a beautiful uniform and the manners of a pig. My German was excellent and my Heil Hitler's were things of beauty. I called upon Commander Kampenfeld at the Admiralty in Berlin. This is to introduce to you Major Ulrich Herzog of Corps Engineers. Major Herzog is in Berlin an important technical mission for which he requires Admiralty assistance. I want to refer to certain technical evidence given before the naval heavy armaments 1935 Committee. If you will let me have a copy of the report, Commander. Certainly, Major. It will take only a moment. I have my own filing system here. Have you been in Berlin long, Major Herzog? Nine. I only left the Siegfried line last Tuesday. Things must be pretty hectic there. Ah, yeah. Yeah, indeed. I was there in a consultative capacity. Steel fortifications you possibly have heard. Oh, yes, yes, yes, of course. How is our steel? Crop plating is poor. That is why I am in Berlin. Do you realize that the steel used by the Czechs is better than anything we have got? But surely now that we control this color works? Not enough. If you let the only man who counted there slip through our fingers. Beaumusch. Yeah. Wonderful fellow on armor plating. Produced incredible results. And where is he? Working for Britain. No. Beaumusch is no longer in England. What? He was brought back to Germany only a few hours ago. In fact, Major, he's in this building right now. Well, this completely alters my plans. Perhaps you can arrange for me to see Habomash at once. I'm afraid it is impossible. But surely there is no harm in my asking him a few questions. It is beyond my province, Major. If you could get permission from Admiral von Hassenger, but nine, his office is like a kingdom of heaven. And if anything, a little bit more exclusive. But you do not mind trying, Commander. After all, I've always felt I'd more or less earned the right to get one foot at least in heaven. Anna, it is useless for your father to resist us like this. You must persuade him. You will both be given reasonable freedom. Freedom? Here? In time, you will see things the way I do. The way everyone in Germany does. I'm not a German. Germany is as much your country as it is ours. We don't hate the Czechs. We only wish to protect them. And you are protecting the people of Poland? That's enough. You have gone too far, Freiland von Masch. You will be placed in the concentration camp until your father comes to his senses. Must, must you drag my daughter into this? Achtung, the chief of naval staff, Vice Admiral von Hassenger. Well, Karl Marsen. Is this the way the Gestapo conducts the meeting? Here von Masch wringing his hands, his daughter in tears. Come, man, there must be more persuasive methods of getting valuable cooperation. Excellent to you. Oh, never mind. This is Major Herzog, the Corps of Engineers. Perhaps you've heard of him, the man behind the Siegfried Line. Hey, Herzog? Only one of the men, sir. The Fuhrer is responsible for the line as he is responsible for everything. I'd like to have you report, Marsen, now. Certainly, Admiral. You will remember me, Herr von Masch? I did not expect you to see you again so soon. And you, Freiland von Masch? I see you have not forgotten. It must be four years. Oh, yes. It must be. Just a moment, Major. I'm sorry, but I must ask Herr von Masch and Freiland von Masch to step into the other room. Guard, take them away. This way. Maybe we will meet again, Connecticut's Freiland. I thought it unwise, sir, to speak in front of von Masch. So far we've made no impression on him. I do not agree. He looks ten years older. Von Masch is not the one to be bullied in the cooperation. No. What would you suggest? I knew Freiland von Masch in Prague. She has a great influence on her father and is the one person who can make him change his mind. Oh, Marsen here has tried that. He is our Gestapo man who got the von Maschers out of England onto the very noses of British military intelligence. My congratulations, sir. Thank you, sir. But if I may say so, I do not think Herr Marsen is suitable person to influence the lady. Then who do you think would be more suitable? Myself, for instance. You? Why not? You saw the way she looked at me when I came in. I think if you were to spend a few hours with her, I might induce her to reason with her father. You knew her that well in Prague? It was spring, sir. Well, I think you're something of a dog, Major. My doubt, sir, whether the Major's qualities will make an impression on her, sir. I did not know that you were acquainted with my qualities, sir. Well, we let him try at no harm done. If he doesn't succeed, leave all the arrangements to me. This requires knowledge of maneuvers, eh, Major? Oh, quite admirable. Definitely. Good luck. Heil Hitler. Well, so far, so good. Miraculously good. I went to the hotel where the bowmashes were kept prisoners. I convinced them, especially Anna, that she'd have to play up to me to behave as if we were renewing an old love affair that began in Prague in the spring. Anna tells me now, or when I get around to asking her, that she was only acting then, but of course, that's the way of wives, isn't it? Anyway, I wasn't acting my part, at all. I meant it. One more thing, I shall have to spend the night here. That is necessary. Yes, yes, the place is absolutely crawling with Gestapo. Have you any sporting instinct? Why? I'll toss you who takes the couch and then out the room. You behave as if this were all a joke. Don't you realize how much it depends on our getting out of Germany? No good is no good being intense about it. I don't like the, the, the facing of things. I don't like the facing of firing squad any better than you do. What do you mean? England may be at war with Germany tomorrow. Oh. Now just keep trying. Try to pretend you find me unbearably attractive. If a woman ever loved you like you love yourself, it would be history. Now what? I'll take it. Hello? German Admiralty. Hello? Ja? Headsock here? Ja, sir? Sorry to disturb you at this hour, Major Headsock. We have had to alter our plans. Orders have come from Munich. That bombage is to go there by first plane. But this is ridiculous. Can't that be delayed for a few hours? Impossible. The plane leaves in an hour. Fuehrer's orders. Heil Hitler. What is happening? They're sending a father to Munich at once. There's only one chance. Leave this hotel. Scuttle. It's an old German custom. But the guard's downstairs. We've gotten to the Admiralty. We'll get out of here. Get your clothes together. I'll tell your father. We'll leave in five minutes. I have been instructed, sir, to leave immediately with Herr Bumusch. I shall not require you. Well, sir, shall I get you a taxi, sir? I will call one myself. Wait. Steady. We've got to act as if you were under Hitler's orders. Look, we're trapped. Stop, oh, Chief Herr Marsen. Well? Well? I didn't expect you to be here in the lobby waiting, Major. I'm ordered to escort Herr Bumusch and his daughter to Munich. Really? The controller phoned me a few minutes ago, and I was about to drive them to the Admiralty myself. Orders were changed, sir. We are to take the train. Of course. The train. It leaves in 50 minutes. Very well. We are ready. You, sir? Certainly. Were you not told, I have the Admiral's authority to travel with them. You see, he feels it essential that Herr Bumusch be persuaded to comply with our wishes before he reaches headquarters. I was progressing extremely well with the full line Bumusch when this happened. I see. Very good, sir. Yes, excellent. This way, Herr Bumusch, your arm. My car for a line. The Führer is waiting. Now the House of Squibb presents part two of Academy Award starring Rex Harrison in Night Train. What is the matter, Herr Marsen? This is not a schedule stop for the express. I do not know, sir. Very unusual. But then these are unusual times. If you will escort Freyland and Herr Bumusch, I'll find you out to trouble. Of course. Come, my dear, we've got to get off here. But, darling, I thought the Führer was in such a hurry for us to arrive in Newnick. Shhh! One doesn't question the vagaries of the Führer. I beg your pardon, Major. What was that you said? I said one does not question the orders of the Führer. Of course not. Herr Hitler. Herr Hitler. Watch your step, Freyland. This way, Herr Bumusch. I say, um, did you notice that German officer who just came out of the train? Yes, Koldecker. Why? Well, my dear charters, I could have sworn it was old Dicky Randall. We were a-baited together. He played for the gentlemen once. Really? Hmm. Well, this is a German officer. How could he be Dicky Randall? Huh? Well, here they come. Why don't you ask him, old boy? Yes, I shall, old boy. I say, um, excuse me, old boy, but aren't you old Dicky Randall? May I hurt, sir? Call of engineers. Oh. Oh, right. Sorry. Dash it, I-I must say he looked like old Dicky. He's a tragic star. That man. You know him? Yes. Tell her to call it good. It was close. What will happen when we get to Munich? The car will be waiting. Probably a big crowd. I shall ask for a second car so we can be alone. No, they don't give it to us. They will. Because by that time, we shall be on the verge of persuading your father to work for Germany. But you, on the other hand, must be asking for time to think, to get the idea. Yes. But how can we... Well, we have only the chauffeur to deal with, and after that Switzerland. Switzerland? A long way from Munich. The only way out of this fortress. We shall have to make it. I say, uh, do you know why we stopped, old man? No, I don't. Why? I just had it from a trainman. Old England's declared war. Not really? Hmm. I say, I want to put a call to the Berlin. Huh? Why? I'll leave my golf sticks there. Can't leave them behind just because of war on you, no? Oh, here's a booth. Oh, excuse me. That German champion there. That's the one with old Dickie. If it was old Dickie? I say, try this extension. Yes, sir. This is Martin reporting, sir. I say, listen. Good. Major Herzog is not known to the war office. No officer of that name on the list. We believe him to be an enemy agent. Yes, sir. You will carry on with him to Munich. Let him think he's getting away with it. We will be waiting for you there. Very good. Interesting, what? Very. Herzog isn't Herzog. And they're gonna do him in when we get to Munich. Then if old Herzog isn't old Herzog, the chap might be... Right. Yes. He might jolly well be old Dickie Randall. Joe! Wash my hand. I say, if you're Dickie Randall, chap, you're betting on a sticky wicket. All right, Colick, I got your note. What is it? Oh, this is Charter's, an old friend of mine. How do you do? How do you do? Frightfully crowded here, what? What's it about? Well, I was phoning Berlin for my golf clubs. And old Charter's overheard that chap you were with. Looks like a Gestapo chap. He is a Gestapo chap. You know they're sending a military escort to rest you in Munich. Yes, yes. You see, you're Randall. Randall, aren't you? Yes, of course you are. And they know that you're not Herzog. Now, listen, I can't tell you everything. There isn't time. But I've got to get that old man and the girl out of the country at all costs. What, an official job? Are you two fellas game to help me? What, against Germany? Absolutely, old man. Back to the wall. Rather. Is the tea left? Yes, I think so. Well, there's no time for tea. We are coming into the Munich station. Enough of this comedy. There is no such person as Major Herzog. He is a British agent trying to get you and your father out of jail. Ulrich. Forget the Ulrich, darling. The Gestapo knows everything. Thank you. You're going to give yourself up. Looks like it here, Beaumache. Don't you realize what this means? Yes, I do. But he's got a gun and I haven't. What do you take me for, Bulldog Drummond? Oh, I told you this would happen. Your scheme was absolutely childish. Why didn't you stay in England instead of coming over here and deliberately throwing your life away? Thank you, my sweet. Look out. Gestapo. Now give me that gun and get to sleep. So fast. I can move once in a while. You called for the guard, Major Herzog? Basically fed these Nazi uniforms, eh? Okay, call the cut charters. You can carry the Gestapo into nothing apartment and lock the door. Very good, sir. I say, it looks like we struck a blow over old England already, eh? Come on, lift him up, call the cut. There's a good fellow. Where are the Nazi guards? Oh, we found it very necessary to drop them off in the tunnel. Probably never be farmed. The military escort is coming. What do we do now? We bluff it through. I'll order Callica to drive. Then we'll make a dash for Switzerland. Heil Hitler. Heil Hitler. Order us from the Fifth Army headquarters for the arrest of Major Herzog. I fear you will need a stretcher. The prisoner tried to escape and I had to deal with him. You will find him in the last compartment. Coach 66. What transport have you? Two cars, sir. Excellent. I should take one. I am under orders to escort here and fire in Beaumont-Marche-Genevon-Contiche without delay. Very good, sir. Coach 66, you said, sir. Right. That'll be all. Heil Hitler. Heil Hitler. I say, oh, Dickie, we are being followed. Of course. I may be a bit silly, but how do we get across the Swiss frontier? Narrow road leads up to the top of the mountain. What's over the top? Switzerland. Everything in between. 6,000 feet drop. They're gaining on us. Well, shooting, I say, they can't do that. I hope you're right. Now, hold on. We'll turn here for the summit. Never mind the car. We've gained about five minutes on them. Here's the cable car. You mean we have to cross in that basket? That or nothing, darling. Yes, sir. We want to cross to Switzerland. Sorry, sir. We aren't war. I had orders yesterday to close the cable car. You have new orders from Gestapo headquarters in Munich. Yes, sir. But I must firm for verification. That'll have to be your verification. Now, in you go, darling. You too, hey, Beaumusch, quickly. I say, do we know how to operate this thing now? Perhaps we shouldn't have shot that chap. Well, we'll run it somehow. U-Chap's better pile in. I'll start the mechanism and try to keep those nuts as off until you get across. No, nothing stirring, old bean. All or nothing. We'll stay. Each orders? Of course. Nothing else a chap can do. Back to the wall. Come on, get started. U-Chap's going with the others. Carry on for me if anything happens. Remember, the Beaumashes must get to England. No, no, I won't leave without you. Now, get in and shut up. I'm starting the motors. We can't leave you. Couldn't run out on old Dickie. Get going. That's an order. Darling! Look out, Randall. Here they come. Well, I know what has happened to him. But, my dear, we can't stay overnight atop this mountain even if we are in Switzerland. Poor old Dickie. They must have got him. Well, the shooting has stopped. I think we'd better carry on. Orders he gave, you know. Take the Beaumashes to England. Yes, yes, right. You are. It seems a shame there to leave old Dickie's body on Crouch's soil. After all, you know, he played for the gentleman. We don't know what happened. His fog closed down. But I can't see a cross. Oh, it's no fog, old girl. It's a cloud. A big old cumulus nosing around. Listen. I see. I see. It's the old cable car. Maybe those chaps mean to come across after us. I wish I had a gun. Now, take it easy, Mr Beaumache. Give them a bit of a reception. Hey, girl, look out. I used to shoot the guards, you know. Well, get back, girl. Get back. We'll need all the room. Take a position, charters. Right. I'm ready. And shoot when you see the red tips of their snouts. Steady on. Here it comes. Blast that cloud in our way. It's coming out of the cloud. Steady. Give them a hail, old boy. Hold there, I say. Or we shall commence hostilities. I can't see anyone for the cloud. Look out for a trick. Darling. Are you there? Hello, darling. Dickie. But, Harry, how did you get away from them? Pull me out of this thing and then cut the cables. You ready? Toe, not for questions now. I'll grab his hand. Now, charters. I'll blast the cable when he's safe aground. Hurry it up. We can't take forever. Well, here we are, Dickie. Grab my hand. Here we go. Look out, look out. Here goes the cable. I guess that takes care of everything. Except... Oh, darling. Yes, except the bride. 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Taste, feel, and see the refreshing difference. Next Wednesday, another great picture. The House of Squib will present Academy Awards starring Greer Garson in Brief Encounter. The performance of Night Train was written for radio by Frank Wilson with an original musical score composed and conducted by Leith Stevens. Our producer-director is D. Engelbach. Rex Harrison appeared through the courtesy of 20th Century Fox and may soon be seen in their production of The Ghost and Mrs. Muir. This is Hugh Brundage bidding you goodnight until next Wednesday at the same time when you're invited to listen again to Academy Award, presented by the House of Squibb, unnamed You Can't Trust. This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System.