 And now, Roma Wines, R-O-M-A, made in California for enjoyment throughout the world. Roma Wines, present. Suspense. Tonight, Roma Wines bring you the man who thought he was Edward G. Robinson. A suspense play produced, edited and directed for Roma Wines by William Spear. Suspense. Radio's Outstanding Theatre of Thrills is presented for your enjoyment by Roma Wines. That's R-O-M-A. Roma Wines. Those excellent California wines that can add so much pleasantness to the way you live. To your happiness in entertaining guests. To your enjoyment of everyday meals. Yes, right now, a glass full would be very pleasant, as Roma Wines bring you Edward G. Robinson, as both himself and as a certain Mr. Homer J. Hubbard, a man who thought he was Edward G. Robinson, in this remarkable tale of suspense. I'm making this statement in accordance with a promise to a very dear friend. It is a complete statement in every detail, even including those matters which are to me personally incriminating. Because my trust in my friend is such that I have the slightest concern on that score, or any other. What follows concerns primarily two persons. Myself, Homer J. Hubbard, and my wife, Ada Sampsey Hubbard. Even when I was courting Ada, I was aware that hers was a strong and domineering personality, to say the least. And after we were married, well, at first I put up with Ada's constant nagging and petty persecutions as best I could. I put up with them for five long years. It wasn't until a memorable evening in 1930 that the first day of outlines of an escape, and finally a plan began to take shape in my mind. Ada and I had gone to the movies to see a picture called Little Caesar, with an actor in it whom I had never heard of before. Oh, so you thought you'd rat on me, huh? Well, get this. Nobody rats on Little Caesar. See? The moment I saw that face on the screen, the minute I heard that voice, the world of reality around me simply ceased to exist. I lived that picture. I was Little Caesar. I was Edward G. Robinson. I was dimly conscious that my voice was like his. Even my face, without my spectacles and with my hair parted differently, might have been mistaken for his. But it was more than that. It was his personality that fascinated me and that I assumed. Calm, assured, tough. The kind of a man who made people do what he wanted done the way he wanted it done. Walking out of the movie theater, I knew something had happened that was going to change my whole life. Little Caesar, they call him, and well, they name. Uh, what's his name? Edwin G. Robinson? No, no, no, Edward G. Robinson. Oh, Edward G. Robinson. I'll be hearing plenty about him from now on. He's no Casper milk toast. Yes, dear. Is that all you have to say? Yes, dear. What does it take to arouse a little enthusiasm in you anyway? Well, uh... Here you've seen a fine performance. A picture that would get anybody in the world excited. Yeah. And all you can say is, yes, dear. Yes, dear. Oh, I wish you a half the man that Robertson is. Yes, but from that moment, I no longer really cared what Ada wished to thought. I had begun my escape into a dream world of my own making. A world in which I was Edward G. Robinson. As the weeks went by, I began to identify myself with him more and more. I imagined myself in countless dangerous situations. And when no one was looking, I imitated him and affected his mannerisms. I would start daydreaming at my desk, wondering what the other people in the office would think if I suddenly exposed this hidden side of my personality. Good heavens. What's happened, man? Is he joking? Okay, okay, everybody, now say where you are. Hold your hands over your head. I don't want any monkey business, see? Now stand back there, Ryan. Any funny stuff from you, and I'll let you have it. Hubbard, this is preposterous. What do you mean by such behavior? Is this your idea of a joke? You'll see whether it's a joke or not if you make one false move. That's a gun. This isn't a water pistol I'm holding here, you know? Hubbard, go fire. Leave this office immediately. Oh, don't make me laugh. I'm getting out all right, but I'm not fired, see? I'm even well healed, and that's why you come in, Mr. Ryan. Please, please, Hubbard. No, no, no, be reasonable. Oh, shut up and do what I tell you. Give your hands up in the air. Walk over to that safe. Open it up. Get all the money out of it. Put it right here on the desk in front of me. I get gone. All right, all right. I don't want to have any trouble with you, Ryan. I'm going to count three, and if you're not moving when I finish, you'll never move again. Hubbard. See? One, two. Hubbard. Hubbard. Hubbard. What are you daydreaming about? You better get busier. I shall be forced to report you to Mr. Pemberton again. Oh. Oh. I'm sorry, Mr. Ryan. I'm terribly sorry. I can't understand what could have come over me. Well, that's the way it went. At the office, walking down the street, riding home on the bus. My life outwardly, calm, and well-ordered, possibly even dull, was actually 24 hours of harrowing adventure with myself as the central figure. I saw every Edward G. Robinson picture that came out. It was the day after seeing Brother Orchid for the third time that Ada finally caught me. I was shaving that morning and talking to myself. Okay, okay. All right. You ask for it. If you don't come out, we're coming in and get you. See? Now we're coming in shooting. What's that? Oh, yeah. And only a dirty yellow rat would say that. Okay, boys. Let him have it. Well, of all the food performances I ever heard of, this beats all. What the world are you jabbering about in here? Oh, it's really nothing there. I was just sort of trying to imitate Edward G. Robinson. You were what? Yes, I was. Edward G. Robinson. That's right. Oh, that's rich. Oh, no, I can't believe. Well, I was. You tried to imitate Edward G. Robinson. Yeah. I can't stand it. But don't stop. Oh, no. Don't let me interrupt the performance, Mr. Movie Star. Don't laugh at that. Come on. Do your act for me. Well, dear, I don't see anything so funny about it. Maybe you don't. But you're the only person in the world who wouldn't. Well, I'll leave you to your rehearsing. But why don't you imitate Donald Meek, a Shirley Temple? I think you'd find it easier. It was right then that I decided to kill her. For suspense, Roma Wines are bringing you the man who thought he was Edward G. Robinson, a radio play by Leslie Raditz. Roma Wines' presentation tonight in Radio's outstanding theatre of thrills, suspense. Between the acts of suspense, this is Ken Niles with a friendly suggestion. When friends make you feel perfectly at home, no matter how unexpected your visit, that's hospitality. Such is the hospitality of millions of Americans who always keep Roma Wines on hand. For there's a Roma-California wine to please any guest on every occasion. 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But Ada could never leave anyone alone. She really killed me at home and in front of our friends. Sometimes she would play a few weeks go by without saying anything and I would think I'd forgotten. No, Ada never forgot. She would wait until we were in a group of people and then she would come out with it. Why, my dear, you mean I haven't told you about Homer's dream world? He thinks he's Edward G. Robinson. And as Mr. Homer G. Robinson, when do you think you'll be getting your next contact from Hollywood? Oh, you folks have got Homer all wrong. He's a killer at heart. Just a cold, blooded killer. I want to buy a gun. Sure, bud. What kind of a gun? Well, I don't know much about guns, but that one looks all right. Yeah, that's a nice little gun, 2850. Do I have to have a license? Not unless you're going to carry it on your person. Otherwise, we just register it for the police records under your name. What's the name? Edward G. Robinson. You hide me, Mark, Edward G. Robinson. See? Oh, I had made my plans very carefully. My plan was that her mother would look like suicide. It would be a night when the moon was full so that I could see her head on the pillow and aim carefully. I would fire the shot, quickly wipe my fingerprints from the handle of the gun, then push it into her hand. Then, as the shocked and bereaved husband, I would call Dr. Wallace. The police wouldn't come until later, and when they did, I would be ready for them. My plans that I hadn't been reading the papers and had to be told the big news. Homer, oh, I beg your pardon, Mr. Robinson. Would you mind passing the spinach? That is, if you're not too preoccupied in planning your next murder. Yeah, you held up any banks lately, Homer? Here you are, dear. Oh, say that reminder. All kidding to one side, as the fella says. Did you know that he's going to be here in town next week? Who? What? Edward G. Robinson. He's going to address the hobbyist convention. That's so. Yeah. My, my, I'd like to hear him. I would, too. I'd like to see what a real he-man is like. Not just a poor imitation. We went. And at first it was the most terrible disappointment of my life. Because he wasn't tough or hard-boiled or anything like it. He seemed to be a mild-mannered man. A little shy. Almost like me. And he talked about orchids and modern art. They were his hobby, he said. Raising orchids and collecting paintings, modern paintings. But as the lecture went on, I began to understand. And by the time it was over, I knew. And so, ladies and gentlemen, I consider myself twice blessed. Every man is blessed to have a hobby. But I am among the fortunate few who has two hobbies. And as the fellow said, whose fiance had a twin sister. Oh, I see you already know it. I love them both. Thank you very much. Later that evening, I made an excuse to get away from Ada and went down to the hotel where I knew Mr. Robinson was staying. I bribed the bellboy of $1.75 to tell me which was his room. I went down the hall and knocked at the door of $7.08. Western Union. Just put it on the... Well, say, Western Union dresses their boys up pretty snappy in this town, don't they? Well, I must apologize for adopting the subterfuge, Mr. Robinson, but I have something of the utmost importance to discuss with you and I was afraid you might not see me since we had never been formally introduced. Ha-ha-ha, formally introduced. Well, that's all right. What is it, autograph? I'm afraid it's something a good deal more serious than that, Mr. Robinson. Yeah? Well, you caught me right in the middle of shaving, as you see, but if you don't mind my finishing the job while you talk. Oh, come right along inside. Tell me all about it. Thank you. Well, now, what's on your mind? Well, Mr. Robinson, I have a problem. I followed your career since its earliest fame and that is why I feel that you'll be able to tell me what to do. Well, what is the problem? Well, Mr. Robinson, I suppose this is purely hypothetical, of course, but suppose you were going to kill somebody. Kill somebody? Yes, yes, in your own home. Somebody who is, shall we say, related to you. Now, hold on a, Mr. Hubbard. Homer J. Hubbard. Mr. Hubbard, I may look like a bad guy on the screen but when I'm not working I'm just a plain piece of living citizen, just like anybody else. Oh, you can fool people like that audience tonight with all that talk about orchids and modern art and it was very good and I quite understand why you do it. A man in your position must have a front, of course. Yeah, but you didn't fool me. I know. Rather, I knew that I could come to you and be perfectly frank. Yeah, what about? Why, uh, about the murder. About the what? Well, look at me, Mr. Robinson. I'm a shy, inhibited, weak, utterly ineffectual person. I'd none of your assurance, your hardness, your ability to cope with any situation, the direct, the ruthless way. How many times I wished I had, because for 20 years my life has been made horribly, unbearably miserable by one person, my wife. Oh, so that's the way it is. Yes, yes, for years I bore it as best I could and then one day I thought, how would you have coped with it? And of course I knew it once, you would kill her. Now, wait a minute, wait a minute, are you kidding me? Oh, no, no, Mr. Robinson, I wouldn't think of such a thing. Look here, look here, I've even secured a gun to do it with. Yeah, you better give me that. No, no, no, don't point it. Hand it to me by the barrel. Now, we'll put it over here, safer, you know. Yes, I must admit, I know very little about firearms and they're quite distasteful to me. Yes, you and me both. I mean, small arms like that. Of course, a tommy gun, that's different. That's the only thing to use. Yeah, yes, I suppose you're right. But I didn't know where to get a tommy gun and I was afraid even if I did, I'd never master the art of using it. Yes, well, now you want to kill your wife, is that it? You want me to help you? If you were, Mr. Robinson, if you could spare the time, I can't tell you how grateful I'd be. Well, you know, Mr. Hubbard, you look like a pretty nice little guy. Your wife must really be an old battle axe. Do you've got you in a frame of mind like this? All right, I'll tell you what I'll do. I will help you. Oh, Mr. Robinson. Yes, but it's got to be done my way, see? It's got to be done right. You've got to plan these things. Now, uh, thickness-gat, for instance. That's no kind of a rot to kill your wife with. Why, the, uh, uh, caliber is all wrong. The ballistics would be all wrong. The dicks would be on your tail just like that. Now, I've got to get home. That's perfect for this job. Get me? I've knocked off Humphrey Bogard, Orson Well, Jimmy Cagney. Oh, I don't know how many guys with it. Now, the first thing when I get home, I'll send it to you. Parcel post. Would you, Mr. Robinson? Oh, sure, sure. Now, when you get it, you just lay low. See, now, don't do a thing that you hear from me. I'll lay this thing out with some of my boys, and I'll get in touch with you. Okay? Oh, Mr. Robinson, I don't know how to thank you. Oh, forget it, pal. Forget it. What's a little murder between friends? I could scarcely maintain my composure in the two days that followed. The second day, sure enough, the gun arrived. It was a great heavy thing. The kind that is referred to, I think, uh, let me... As an automatic. Yes, that's it. Uh, remembering its history, I handled it with the utmost care and reverence. I hid it in the garage where I keep my pipe. But Ada won't let me smoke. It was the next afternoon on a Saturday that the phone rang. I rushed into the bedroom to answer it and close the door after me, so Ada wouldn't hear in case it was. Yes? Well, this is Eddie. Eddie? Yeah, yeah. Eddie Robinson. Oh, yes, Mr.... Eddie. Uh, did you get the package I sent you? Yes, I got it. Okay, now, but, uh, don't fool around with it. See, until the time comes, it can't trick it. Oh, no, no, no, I won't. Now, listen, now, if we're going to do this, the sooner the better. The deadline is tomorrow night, midnight. Now, here's the layout. You go to bed just the same as you always do, but have that gap handy and leave the front door open. Oh, say, I'm going to ask you, is it, uh... Is it safe to talk where you are? Oh, yes, yes, the phone is in the bedroom and the door is closed. Oh, the bedroom, eh? Well, that's well. Now, listen, now, little before midnight now, you get up. She's asleep, of course. Now, you take a spot just outside the bedroom door where you can keep an eye on her and on the front door too, see? Yes. At midnight, I'll contact you. We'll do the job and make a quick getaway and you can pull up in the hideout I got until the heat's off. Get it? Tomorrow night. I'll do everything just as you say, eh? Eddie? I followed his instructions to the letter. Well, it seemed hours before Ada went to sleep that night. It seemed days until my watch finally crept around towards midnight. But at last, the time had come. I crept out of bed, got the gun out of my coat pocket and took my position on the landing outside the bedroom door, as he had told me to. And then, suddenly, the stillness was shattered by the ringing of the phone. Oh, I... I was in utter panic. This was one of those unforeseen things that could ruin even the best of plans. Even plans made by Edward G. Robinson. I rushed back into the bedroom, hoping against hope that I could catch it before Ada woke up. But she already had the light on. Hold her! What for this time a nice little gun in your head? Why, I... I... I thought I heard a burglar. Burglar? Yes. When I've answered this phone, I want to talk to you, Homer Jeremiah Hubbard. Yes, dear. Hello? Eh? What? Oh! Homer, there is a burglar. Someone just saw him trying to get into the house. Are you sure? Of course I am. Somebody just sponed that they saw him. Well, don't stand there. You've got a gun. Go down there and stop him. Oh, but Ada... Go on. You want us to be killed in our beds? Go on, I say. Oh, Ada, why do you have to spoil everything? She pushed me out. There was nothing to do but go. I crept down the stairs in the darkness. I knew what Edward G. Robinson would have done. He would have gone down and captured the burglar without the slightest trouble and turned him over to the police after giving him the beating he deserved. But somehow, I didn't feel much like Edward G. Robinson just then. It was at that moment that the terrible thought occurred to me that maybe it wasn't the burglar. Maybe this was Edward G. Robinson. I had no time to pursue the thought further. Suddenly, suddenly there was a barrage of shots and a confused yelling of voices. In my terror, I suppose I must have squeezed the trigger of my own gun because it began jumping and flaming in my hand. I tripped on something and the next thing I knew, I was toppling headlong down the stairs. And that was the last I remember. When I woke up, Ada was holding my head in her arms and she was crying. They made me stay in bed for a couple of days, but I really didn't mind. There were reporters to see me and take my picture for the paper and all kinds of people. Even Mr. Ryan and Mr. Pemberton came to see me. And Ada? Well, Ada was simply a changed person. Nothing was too good for me. My slightest wish was literally her command. The whole thing hadn't been an accident. If I planned it that way, it couldn't have turned out better. And then, as a final climax that afternoon, when the phone rang by my bed... Yes? Oh, oh, yes. Mr. Eddy... You did, eh? Why, it's nothing really. Well, about that, things have changed quite... Now, will you be quiet when I talk to somebody else? I don't give me all it's like, excuse me. Yes, they've changed quite a lot. I don't think we'll have to go through with it. That's right. Oh, sure, sure, she's right. Just a minute. Eddy wants to talk to you. Uh, Eddy? Sure, Eddy Robinson. Quite a pal of mine. You mean Edward G. Robinson? Oh, yes, the Robin. You know, we had quite a little chat that night. He was in town after I let you in. Got pretty chummy here. Here, she's going to talk to you. Yes, yes. Hello. Oh, yes. Yes, Mr. Robinson. Oh, I know he is. Oh, I certainly will, Mr. Robinson. Oh, I know I'm lucky. All right, Mr. Robinson. Goodbye. Oh, Homer, he knew all about it. He'd seen it in the papers. Yeah, yeah, so he said. And he said you were a hero, a real hero. Bigger than any movie hero that ever was. He did, huh? Oh, Homer. Well, Eddy Robinson says I'm a hero. I guess maybe I am. It couldn't have turned out better, Eddy, and you know how grateful I am. I'm a regular little Caesar around town now. My married life is all I've ever wanted it to be. But there are some things about the whole thing that confused me a little. It has even occurred to me, I will confess that you might have had more of a hand in it than was generally known, that the gun you sent me might have contained blanks, I believe you called them, don't you? Because in spite of all the shooting there, it wasn't one bullet hole anywhere in the house and the gun had disappeared, which confused the police somewhere, too. And that the burglars might have been some of your boys playing a little joke. Yes, but I don't think you would do a thing like that to a pal, Eddy, would you? No, I don't even think you would use the statement that you asked me to send you to hold over my head as a guarantee that I wouldn't try to kill Eddy again. Not that I ever would. But even if you did all that, Eddy, I don't really mind. Because as you might say yourself, what's a little joke between pals? Suspense. Presented by Roma Wines, R-O-M-A, made in California for enjoyment throughout the world. And now this is Ken Niles with a double helping of compliments for you, Mr. Robinson, for your excellent performances in both the roles you played tonight. And here's a note from the control room. Bill Spear, our producer-director, says you sounded remarkably authentic as Edward G. Robinson and very sincere as the little man who wanted to be. Thank you very much, Mr. Niles. How to you, Bill. And Eddy, since you're one of Hollywood's most celebrated hosts, we know you'll enjoy this gift basket of Roma California wines. Well, a handsome gift, Ken, and many thanks. Here's the bottle of Roma Burgundy. Bill Spear suggested we serve tomorrow night if Mrs. Robinson didn't get any meat. Well, Eddy, during these shortage days, when you rarely find a porterhouse steak or a juicy roast you want, Roma Burgundy rescues many a meal. For robust Roma Burgundy with its tempting taste harmonies or hearty meals makes ordinary pot roast as flavorful as roast beef. Yes, the finer taste of Roma Burgundy brings out all the subtle hidden flavors in food. Adds richly to mealtime pleasure. That sounds mighty good. Well, Roma Burgundy is mighty good because only Roma, America's greatest vittner, selects from the world's greatest reserves of fine wines. Only Roma possesses so vast a treasure. That's why every Roma wine is better tasting every time. No wonder more Americans enjoy Roma than any other wine. Well, you convinced me, Ken, and now tell me who stars on suspense next Thursday. It's that very lovely and very talented actress Miss Susan Hayward. In a play about a wife, the husband, a blackmailer, and a remarkably ingenious murder plot. I think you'll want to listen, Eddy. Why should I want to be different from everybody else in the country, Ken? I certainly will listen. Good night. Good night, Eddy, and we're looking forward to seeing you in your new failure production, The Red House. Next Thursday, same time, you will hear Miss Susan Hayward as Star of Suspense. Produced and directed by William Spear for the Roma wine company of Fresno, California. In the coming weeks, Suspense will present such stars as Judy Garland, Jack Carson, Brian Dunleavy, Kerry Grant, Roddy McDowell, and others. Make it a point to listen each Thursday to Suspense, Radio's outstanding Theatre of Thrill. This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System.