 Dupont presents the Cavalcade of America. Ladies and gentlemen, the Cavalcade of America sponsored by Dupont, maker of better things for better living through chemistry, presents Eagle's Nest, a story of Garibaldi, the great Italian liberator, written by Conrad Bercovici and made into a radio play by Arthur Miller. Tonight Paul Muni will portray two roles, Garibaldi, fighter for Italian freedom, and Alberto Liguri, who embodies the spirit of Garibaldi in modern Italy. Dupont presents Paul Muni on the Cavalcade of America. The four words to battle, the trumpets are crying. The four words, the four words are long gone. There goes the heart of a thousand to one. That is Garibaldi's song. It is not heard in Italy today. We hope it will be heard again soon. We wish these words could be heard there tonight. Because I have a letter in my hand, written by Garibaldi to an American. It has never been published. On November 13th, 1866, Garibaldi sat in Capriera and wrote this to Americans. These are his words. The sympathy which comes to me from free men, citizens of a great nation like your soul, gives me courage for my task in the cause of liberty and progress. I regard the American people as the sole arbiter of questions of humanity amid the universal fraudum of the soul and the intellect. Please express these, my sentiments, to your countrymen and believe me, yours for life, to set the Garibaldi. So you see, America has a right to speak to Italy. Garibaldi bequeathed to us that privilege. Tonight, the voice of Garibaldi speaks to lovers of liberty everywhere. No Nazi government will tell this story, but we, we will tell it. Listen, listen for there are Italians speaking Garibaldi's words this very night. Signor Marino! Marino! Eh, eh, what? Vecca, I told you I was bringing you prisoner. Oh yes, I just fell asleep a moment ago. Is this the man? This is the man. He caught him signalling with a flashlight to the American planes last night. The penalty for that is death. Sentence him. Stand up straight, you! I cannot, Herr Colonel. At least it's very hard for me to sentence this man to death. I know him a long time. He's an old man. I speak for the German armies, Signor Marino. You are the mayor of this city. Sentence him. Herr Colonel, leave me with him for an hour. I want to ask him something in private, please. The guards are outside the door. They carry good German guns. Good guns, yes. They'll have him right away, please. Good night. Signor Marino. The parrot spoke last night. The parrot spoke? Liguri, don't lie. Twenty years I've called Benito Mussolini a traitor to Italy. And I swore that only one of the people realized it. Only then would you set me up all these parrots to get. You laughed at me. Old fool. Idiot. Last night, the parrot spoke. Not since the day Mussolini came to power, as he uttered a sound. As Garabaldi told us, the old ones he told, when another tyrant comes to Italy, he said, even the birds will be silent. This was his parrot. Seventy years ago, he gave it to my father. Last night, I took the cage to the window like this. Liguri, please, don't touch that cage. And I took the cover off. I don't want to hear the bird. Don't uncover it. No Italian has to fear the words of Garabaldi. Or are you a German Marino? Old man, have you no flesh that can burn under a lighted cigar? No bones that can crack? How are you so brave? Let me understand. I saw Giuseppe Garabaldi. Listen, Marino. Listen to her voice that leeches back seventy years. Here, I'll uncover the bird. Giuseppe's bird. It never spoke. Nobody remembers it speaking. We were. We were like that. Down with the tyrants. Down with the tomb of voice, Marino. Don't crush away. Let it cleanse your blood that it did your father's a lifetime ago. The invaders were on the stand as they are now, riding out backs like horsemen. Italy was cut into parts like the carcass of some murdered saint. There was no Italy then, only Lombardi or Sicily or Savoy. But one man lived who called himself Italian. Giuseppe Garabaldi. Calling a piece of the earth into it, naming it again with its beautiful name, drawing the broken parts together like a fire, drawing the steel, breathing a nation into life, and they hounded him through the hills for that crime. And a night came in Piedmont nearly a century ago in a tavern there. The people sat huddled by the fire. Even in those days, the sudden opening of a door sometimes meant death. Silent? Go on with your talking friends. I'm not a hun from the north. In fever. Some wine for my wife and me. I don't want any troubles in yours. I keep my place open only for local people. Oh, I see. Tell me, do you serve the invaders? Well, naturally, senor, but... And do you serve the imperial French? Senor, they are hunting a bandit tonight and I don't want any strangers hanging around. Come, Giuseppe. Leave him alone. You don't want strangers. You only serve local people, and yet you pour wine for strangers. I am an Italian, and you will serve me. Am I right, good people? The end people didn't mean it that way, senor. Don't get excited. They're hunting a bandit. I know better than you that they're hunting a bandit. Nobody has to tell us they're hunting, senor. See, who are you? What are you doing in this big ass? What do you want here? I want Italians here. Is there an Italian in this tavern? Is there an Italian here or am I speaking to my... If you're not speaking to my senor, don't come around here calling people mice. And I'm someone I asked for Italian. I am a thing. I am Italian. Now, what are you going to do about it? That's better. You're angry. Now we have something in common. Listen to me, friend. I will tell you a strange dream of mine. A dream? Imagine a new country from the Alps to Sicily through all the ranges of mountains over every river, bay. Imagine one flag flying. Think of it, friend. A country that builds schools instead of fortresses. A country with one name for all of it. Italy. And all around the world that name means something tall and fine instead of something miserable and mean. There's a dream Italian. What do you think of it? Ah, it's a grand dream senor. It's the grandest dream I've ever heard. That won't catch rabbits or turn into stools. Dreams cost nothing. You can't pass them across the bread counter. By the time tomorrow's sun goes up this dream will be as real as bread. This is the time when a sane man keeps indoors and shuts his mouth. When the invaders go hunting... When the invaders go hunting all rabbits should crawl into their holes. I am not a rabbit. And no Italian, senor in keeper. Tonight an Italian goes out of his house with his life in his hand and his gun in his hand. Tonight he roars back at the wind and makes the sky tremble. Tonight belongs to no man but only to Italy. You sir, be careful now. Open the door in keeper. If it is a foreigner say you have no room. I will say what I want to say. Senor, God bless you. It is so cold tonight. Let me stand a bit by the fire. Oh, beggars are loud. I'm afraid of the roads, senor. They're covered with invaders. Now that the fighting is broke out. Fighting? What fighting? They say the people are really going after them in fordure. Who told you? When did it start? Tell me old man. Well, it must have started just a little while ago. I was there only ten o'clock. Holy man. It's Garibaldi. Garibaldi. Yes. Yes, I'm Garibaldi and this is my wife. And if you want to save your skin deliver me to the conqueror grab his arms, I'll share the reward. Yes, go ahead and share the reward. But the whole of it mind you, the whole of it share the unutterable curse your children will lay upon you each of you. Go to your daughters and say I betrayed Italy. No one raised it at hand? Why not? Because you know in your heart that I'm your friend. Where do we go? We march on Rome when morning comes and as we move all the people like a river behind us will you be there when the sun comes up? He's coming in here. Garibaldi here. Who wants Garibaldi? My name is Sears, American senior. I've come to fight with Garibaldi if I can find him before this revolution is over. Italians, do you hear this? They're coming from America to help us. There you stand back now. Are you coming, Pepe? Pepe and I will be there. Pepe, come to my house. Good people! Turn your eyes toward Rome and march! How is she now? She's better, isn't she? I couldn't get a doctor. Pepe scared them all out of Rome. Don't go near her. Let her sleep. I told her not to go into battle with me this time. I begged her, Sears. For Rome, she said, I want to fight by your side. Women fighting in an army means there's liberty involved. I believe that. Look. Look how hard her breath is coming. Try to get a doctor again. I've got to go back to the lines. We're surrounded in Rome. Have you called in the Fourth Battalion? I have no more battalions to call. Decepticons. Anita, you're awake. Good, my sweet. Stretch your arms out. Come, throw away this sickness. You need troops. I got strong, Anita. I'll be a thousand men myself. You need troops. You must not lose Rome. I'll hold Rome. Anita. Your hands. Your hands are so cold. You're losing Rome, Decepticons. I can tell it from your voice. The kings of Europe are throwing their armies at us. I never knew they hated liberty this much. They have us a thousand to one. Decepticons. Look down at the state. People, thousands of them. What could have happened? They're packing the streets like a flood. Anita. Go to the window. Talk to the people. Ask them to fight. It's their city. They must fight for it. I wanted to speak to them, but they have no guns. Let them pick up the guns of the soldiers who fall. Let the women go to the kitchens for knives. The people must be their own soldiers. Tell them you have no more troops. What if they panic and run away? People. I'll just sit up. Anita. Sears, come over here. Anita. Open your eyes. Anita. She's dead, Decepticons. Dave. Anita, Dave. Leave her. Don't look at her now. How can I leave her? She was my conscience. My very eyes. You bury your eyes. Oh, Anita, my life. Look to the north. You're shelling the cathedral. Decepticons, speak before the people break to the hills. The people, how can they know what they've lost? Trust the people, she said. Good. Then we'll at rest their hearts. Anita and I. And pray, God, American, that they'll listen. People of Rome. Italians. Hear me. You're standing on the first piece of liberated earth in Italy. With the power of your arms, you have lifted Rome before the nations of the world and called her a pre-city. In blood, you have written that freedom is possible for Italians just as it was possible for the people of Rome. You're standing on the first piece of liberated earth in Italy. You're standing on the first piece of liberated earth in Italy. That freedom is possible for Italians just as it was possible for the Americans. No defeat can wrench that from us. This is your Lexington. This is your valley forge. I asked you now to go to the gates, you, the women and their daughters, you, the old men and the young. Now you're all soldiers. And with your strong right arm, strike them dead! You are listening to Paul Muni as Garibaldi, the great Italian liberator on the cavalcade of America, sponsored by Dupont. Overwhelmed by superior numbers, Garibaldi loses Rome. His army broken, he escapes with the American seers to the back country where he seeks refuge from the pursuing enemy. Through the night they seek food and shelter. Here's another house. Come on Seers. They'll try this one. This one's well hidden. You'll never find us here. Breathing friend, I am Garibaldi. Have you a place for my friend and me just for a few hours? I'm sorry. My house is full. You know well enough your house is not full. They're scouring the countryside for me. Let me in. Yours is the last house on the road. The others have all refused. I cannot let you in, senor. I cannot. I fight for them. I offer my life for them. Why? Will they ever understand what liberty means? Are they any more than cattle that follows the first wind-taught water, forgetting it utterly when for a moment it dies down? Seven. We have one chance. We'll make for the coast. The ship's leaving for America. Come on. America, yes, America. See how far from Italy a free man must go before he'll find a place to lay his head. Take me there, Seers. We'll rest before we fight again in Italy. My little American friends, we better go home now. Time for supper. St. Mr. Garibaldi, is there still a Rome in Italy? A Rome in Italy? Of course there's still a Rome. Why? When you said you lost it, don't that mean it's gone? Gone? No. St. Peter's is still there and the golden dome, but the people are not free. The people are prisoners in Rome and in their own cities they are slaves. Oh, I frighten you. No. I just wondered why somebody doesn't free them. I tried, my little friend. I tried. They were not ready for freedom. They would not fight hard enough to be free men. Well, why doesn't somebody tell them to fight hard and keep telling them? I'm a little ashamed, Johnny. It's just that to change a man's mind is so hard. But it can be done, Garibaldi. I didn't see you standing there. Your face is familiar. As a matter of fact, I hope it'll become as familiar to you as your own. I'm walked with that seat, of course. I'm very happy to meet you, sir. I'm here with a message for you, Senior Garibaldi. And what is the message you have? Oh, it's coming to the state. We expect it soon. Yes, I see it very clearly. Your name on our side, the American people will know beyond any doubt that the side Garibaldi fights with is the side of liberty. It is curious that you came just now, Walt Whitman. For many months, I've been wondering whether my whole life was in state, whether people love liberty enough to win and keep it and die to hold it for their children. Now, with this war of yours coming, I know that to destroy slavery, a people will actually risk death. I knew that once and lost my faith. For a moment, I lost my faith in defeat. And now it is rekindled again. Now this pact burns in me. I see I must be a soldier again. And I must tell you, frankly, I would rather fight the same fight in Italy than my own home. That is where I'm going. It is in Italy, I belong. Italian, I offer you blood and pain and battle. But who follows me, follows liberty. In this war, we are arm and arm with the best of the human race. Our hope is the hope of millions. And to be alive, we dare not lose. The Baldy said, Marino, over 18 years ago, with the song of his battle cry, got a baldy march through Italy. The enemy fleeing before him through Castelletto, remember, and got an aura, a glorious victory and borgo manero. Do not forget that, Marino, only went on the swelling tide to Palermo in the heart of Sicily. The Garabaldi legions swept across the channel to the province of Calabria on the Italian boot. The gates of Regio crumbled before them. And there on a day in November 1860, the Italian nation was born. The Garabaldi thousands swept into it, Naples, on the Tiranian Sea. Remember that, Marino? Remember what Garabaldi said that day? I do. What he says and said lives in every true Italian heart. Italians said, you have your freedom. In suffering it was conceived. In blood it was born. I call upon you and the generations that follow you. Do not betray this glorious hour. Keep Italy free. Coming for me, Marino. Give me one more minute. Tell them to wait a minute. Colonel wants the Prisma before the firing squad. Yes, yes. One more minute. I'll bring him right out. One minute. We can in and get him. What do you want to tell me, Ligori? Let me climb out of that window. I'll get away behind the house. They'll hold me for it. They'll kill me. Come with me then. There's so much work to be done in Italy. In a few days we'd blow the railroad bridge by the river. We could use you there. No, I'm a coward. I have no strength. My blood is water. I'm afraid. This is Garabaldi's battle I'm asking you to join. If you could have seen him even once, you'd lay down your life. If I could have seen him, but I never did see him. Garabaldi is dead. I cannot fight with a man who's dead 70 years. Germans, they're alive. They can twist a man's arm off. They can shoot and kill, and no dead man can help me when they aim at my eyes. I still he can. Garabaldi's not dead, Marino. Look through that window. Out there across the Mediterranean, over there in Africa, 300,000 Garabaldis are riding torres tonight. In iron horses they come this time. Walt Whitman sends them. Lincoln sends them. America sends them to tell us that Garabaldi is not dead. We are a tight Marino. Not Germans. Rome will be under siege again. Garabaldi will walk the barricades again. With whom will you fight? The battle begins this minute. With whom will you fight, Marino? I will shut my eyes. Yes. Close your fist, old man. It's closed. Try to do it with one blow. Here, I lock the door. Go ahead. Hit me. Then run as fast as you can. Garabaldi's name. Don't let them catch you before you do your work. With one blow, now. Night, Signor Marino. Long live Italy. Thank you, Paul Muni. Ladies and gentlemen, in years of peace, we took this time on the last cavalcade of the year to wish you a happy new year. But tonight we think the only greeting America wants from DuPont is the assurance that chemistry, as one part of American industry, is in their fighting. Out of 87 DuPont plants are pouring at this moment not hundreds, but thousands. Yes, thousands of materials in the thousands of tons for victory. These were the DuPont news headlines of 1942. Anthroquinone vat dai colors, production five times that of two years ago. DuPont supplying more than half of all such dyes used in service uniforms. Nitrogen in the form of ammonia flowing night and day to American industry. Nitrogen drawn by chemistry from the air. DuPont cellophane as a protective medium is saving thousands of tons of metal and is protecting many of the emergency rations for our armed forces. Nylon brush bristles for the Navy smash a bottleneck. Outwear Japanese blockaded natural bristles three to one. Rayon tow used as pump packing in war plants lasts two months where the best long fibered flax lasted two weeks. Three dimensional seeing speeds production in war plants and arsenals. Scientific use of paint gets 100% more usable light from same amount of electricity. Synthetic camphor vitally needed for wartime plastics and films breaks Japanese camp for monopoly for all time. DuPont v greasing solvent saves one manufacturer alone 20,000 gallons of naphtha 650 drum spinning oil 56,000 pounds sulfonated castor oil 150,000 pounds of soda ash 75,000 pounds of soaps 250 drums of ammonia conservation by the tons. DuPont cordura rayon yarn for army and air force tires gives proven greater strength running hot than any other material for tire cords. Nylon takes to the air in parachutes. These were some of the DuPont headlines of 1942. These stories of chemistry at work for victory have been presented in a special booklet which cavalcade listeners may have free by writing to radio section DuPont Wilmington Delaware. We feel no hesitancy in promising you that chemistry will contribute much in this new year that lies ahead to winning the war. We know that chemistry will make its contribution next year because it has made its contribution in this first and hardest year. The headlines of 1942 forecast the headlines of 1943 chemistry continues its wartime achievements so that DuPont may bring you soon again better things for better living through chemistry. Next week, ladies and gentlemen, the cavalcade of America sponsored by DuPont will present Nancy Kelly in between them both a play of America today of the young women who fight for victory on the assembly line and have one redheaded girl in particular. Be with us next week when the cavalcade of America sponsored by DuPont presents Nancy Kelly as flurry in between them both a new radio play written especially for cavalcade by the popular screenwriter cave and rifle on tonight's program the orchestra and original score were under the direction of Don Burry. This is Clayton Collier sending best wishes for the new year from DuPont. This program has come to you from New York.