 Good evening. May I present my wife, Kathy? Good evening. Tonight a story about a woman who had everything to live for and yet was unhappy because she wasn't pretty. The story was written for us by Richard Chandler, who two months ago wrote Beirut by Sunrise, an exciting spy story that so many of you liked. This new effort is called skin deep. Ready to change? Yes, Doctor. Already. Only... Only what? Nothing. I'm sick, I know. And you're going to help me. That sodium tinnitus all over my hyperbolic, isn't it? You're going to cross the examinee while I'm asleep. You're sort of like that. I just hold your arm still. Don't think up. You act. That's it. Now start with a hundred and count backwards. One hundred. Ninety-nine. Ninety-eight. Five. That's five. Ninety-four. Ninety-three. What comes after ninety-two? It's nice. Can you hear me? Tell me the deal. What do you do for a living? No, I'm a lawyer. I'm an assistant assistant attorney. I have a good record. That's to me often. Why did you choose law for a profession? I'm playing. My face. My body. I think anyone would look at twice. You're born pretty or you're not? That's no accomplishment. Skin deep, that's all. They don't realize that if you're not pretty, you've got to be smarter than... Smarter than a pretty one? You've got to be smart. Do you like your job? Yes. Roger Demere, the assistant attorney, he says I'm good. There aren't many women DAs. My job's important. You notice me. I'm sick now. Why are you sick, Virginia? I don't know. I don't know. It's all right. It's all right. You're going to get well, Virginia, as soon as we find out why you're sick. You want to get well, don't you? No. Can you remember when you first began to feel bad? I think I can. There was a trial. Fell in a cage, Charles Ackerman armed robbery. I was sure I'd get a conviction. I built my cage as well. Everyone knows that. I work hard. I go to court to win. The defense attorney, Sibley, had one from him before. He took me to town. But some of my evidence fell not because my case was assured of the verdict. Yuri went out into the safe zone. I wasn't sure. Sir, do you have any verdict up to the bench? Thank you. Your defense is suspended. You'll be on all counts. No recommendation for leniency. Maybe I was hard, but I would have lost if I hadn't been. You had a headache? He was guilty. I should have won. There was nothing wrong about it. I know my law. Every case is important. That's all I have. You weren't sure you'd win, but made you feel bad. Just had the headache. I remember I went to my office. There was this next week. This is the attorney's office, Ms. Lade. Mr. Damary. Thanks, EA. Good fight, everyone. I was worried. Fine. Feel great. Why shouldn't I? Oh, yes, yes. I went over the file last night. With an open verdict from the coroner's jury. The way the husband was killed? It would have been murder, too. Yes, I know. The murder line is pretty big. Well, I've only got the chance to go by right now, Mr. Damary. I don't want to overlook anything, but if you want to let it go... Oh, are you looking at the mark? I just don't want you to bite off one you can chew. I never do that, Mr. Damary. Who's the lawyer? Justin, Mr. Damary. He must be cargo. Justin? Ray Justin? Do you know him? I might. I knew of Ray Justin once. In law school. All right, Virginia. I'm leaving this rice girl up to you. You're my age. If there's anything to it at all, I know you'll find it. I'll make sure, Mr. Damary. I'll see you here first thing in the morning. I felt better talking to Mr. Damary. He'd be a whole case in my hand. He didn't do that with everyone. It was a compliment. And as Carolyn writes, there'd be a lot of publicity on this one. He was social-registering, opposed to it. I've seen the pictures in the face of the wedding pictures they do. He was pretty. The husband was dead. He'd knocked the car under him. They'd been at a party drinking. They'd argued. Accidents, manslaughter, murder. It was my job to think the worst about it. Don't you see? I had to make sure. The next morning I went to the jail and I remember wondering about her attorney. It was the same Ray Justin I knew in school. Oh, sorry. I'm looking for someone in one of these interrogation rooms. All right. I'm an attorney. So am I. Oh, maybe you can help. I'm looking for an assistant. The character named Slaid. They told me... I'm Virginia Slaid. Justin. Huh? Oh, excuse me. I thought Slaid be a man. Well, where in there? Don't I know you? Yes, a long time ago. Low school. Slaid. Sure, Virginia Slaid. The glasses fooled me. What do you know? You really remember me. Well, sure. Sirius Slaid. That's what he used to call you. He didn't know it, though, did he? Yes, I knew it. Hey, wait a minute. I almost forgot. We'll finish reminiscing later. First, I'm going to roast your hide. Why? Well, my client, Carolyn Rice. You people seem to be trying to make something out of an unfortunate accident. No, not if there isn't anything. It's open to question, though. She's continually responsible. I've gone over it quite carefully. Well, you're going to have to make a charge. What do you think you can charge her with? This is the attorney who wants me to look into it, that's all. You're not afraid to have me talk to her, are you? No, of course not. But she's already gone through enough, doesn't she? Yes, I'm sure she has. They always do. Okay, I'm not going to argue. I don't have to because there's nothing. Oh, Carolyn. Come on in. You look lovely, Dee. How are you? This is Virginia Slade. How do you do, Mr. Rice? I'm the assistant district attorney. Turns out that Dee is a woman and an old friend, the classmate. All right, Mr. Rice, shall we talk? I've done so much talking, Miss Slade. I hope Mr. Justin's here. He won't let you say anything wrong, I'm sure. Wrong? What do you mean? Oh, it's just a professional pattern, Carolyn. There's nothing to worry about. The questions are because most of your answers to the coroner's interests were incomplete, or I don't know. I told them all I remembered, aren't I? You remember quarreling with your husband? Yes. He'd been drinking, made food of a full of himself, and I wanted to go home. I see. And you left the party and went to the car. Other guests established time in 1115. Yes, I guess that's right. Please don't make me go through it again. I'm sorry, Mr. Rice, it's your benefit if you can. I'll try, Carol. Just once more and that'll be it. The man was killed at 1145. You got in the car at 1115, so you just sat in the car a half hour. Yes, I guess I do. You were drunk? You were sobering up? No. No, I just had one drink. I don't work. But you sat in the car and waited for a half hour. Yes. I was confused about quarreling with Sarah. I didn't feel I could drive. I guess I sat there trying to get a hold of myself. This is Rice. Did you love your husband? Yes, of course. Now, wait a minute, Virginia. I don't think that... I'm just trying to get answers, Mr. Justin. I'm trying to find out what happened. No one saw it. No one really knows what happened, but Mrs. Rice. But I don't know. I don't... Now, look, Virginia, please. I'm trying to help Mrs. Rice remember. You remember it, don't you, Mrs. Rice? I didn't see him. I couldn't... You remember. You were sitting there in the car waiting. You waited for him to come out. You were angry. I don't know. You said you were disturbed. You were angry. No, I was only... I sat there and waited for him to come out. You watched him. You watched him come toward the car. I didn't see him. He stepped off the curb and he was walking toward the back of the car. Remember? You waited. You watched him in the mirror and waited. Then you jammed the car and reversed and deliberately stepped on the gas. No! No, no, I didn't see him. I didn't see him. Wait a minute. You're not going to get anything this way. There's something to get. That's just what I want to know. A lawyer all the way from Chicago. This town is full of lawyers. If it was an accident, why a lawyer all the way from Chicago? Pretty, Mrs. Wright? Don't answer, Carol. That's enough. All right, Ms. Slade. We want to be helpful, but you're trying to make a crime out of a tragedy. Don't you have enough legitimate crimes in this city? We want to get the facts and suggestions. My job, you know that. You've got all the facts. Carol's telling the truth. It was an accident. There was no intent and you won't find it. We'll see, Mr. Gesson. We'll see. You are listening to Kathy and Elliot Lewis on stage tonight's play, Skin Deep. There's no advance word about what to expect when you meet Millie this Thursday night, but as much as certain, there'll be fun when Millie Bronson, played by Elena Verdugo, and her more or less mad mama embark on another excursion into life's problems. Millie's slow-motion romance, Alfred Prince Medal's poetry, mama's figure, Mr. Boone's temper, almost anything can start the fun go round when you meet Millie Thursday night on CBS Radio. I didn't know what happened to me. You would just pour it out of my mouth automatically. I couldn't help myself. You know why, Virginia? Because I'm a lawyer, I don't have anything else except the law. I've trained myself to think like that. I couldn't stop. I had to find out about Mrs. Rice. It was routine. It was routine. That was the only reason? Yes. What other reason would I have? All right, Virginia. Go on. What happened to me? Ray Justin, he remembers me. I wasn't noticeable in school. I kept to myself. I was too busy for parties. He remembers me. I didn't want to make him angry because my way of handling Mrs. Rice, but I couldn't tell him then. I'd threatened her with a felony and I had to follow it through. I didn't want to talk to that with your slave. When can we get together? Fine, Ray, but I don't have any free time this week. Free after hours? How about dinner? All right. You don't mind? It's my best work over there. You'll have to name the place. I don't know your town. The hotel's lousy. I'm a fair cook. How about my place? Well, tonight? All right. It's the still 474th Place apartment 12. Eight o'clock? Fine. More coffee? Yeah. Your coffee's very good, by the way. Now, these pictures are being annual. It's hard to believe any of us ever looked like that. We didn't. All bucking for the Supreme Court. The rest of your books look like they're all law. Yes, all law. I work a lot at home. Can we get to it, Ray? What do you want to talk about? Yesterday, at the jail with Carolyn, I'm not complaining, but I did think you jumped on it pretty hard. No offense. It was just an habit, I guess. You've done pretty well for yourself, since those pictures in the books. I was just attracted to what I was taught, by the way. And you've charged Carol with second-degree murder. That's right. That's the evaluation. You know, you're wrong. It doesn't make sense. Even manslaughter. Anyone can be wrong. That's why we have court. That's right. Let's get out of the courtroom, shall we? I've known her throughout town. I know you're good. Let's talk to each other. Fine with me. You and Mrs. Rice are friends, aren't you? Her husband, Jerry, and I are in the war together. I was the best man of their wedding we kept in touch. So, yes, I know Carolyn pretty well. She loved Jerry, and I know she'd never get mad enough to kill anybody. It was an accident. The coroner's jury wasn't sure, either way. Mrs. Rice wasn't a very good witness for herself. Because she was obsessed. If you'd... Well, if you'd lost her husband that way, wouldn't you be? Sorry, I would know. I didn't come here to bargain. You can try to make something out of that coroner's verdict if you want to. There are no witnesses. They'll have a tough time proving intent, because there isn't any. I was hoping you'd understand what kind of a girl Carolyn really is. You don't have to eulogize her. I understand. What do you mean? I mean, you're her attorney, her friend. Naturally, you believe in her. The sense of attorney always believes in innocence. And the prosecutor always believes in guilt, isn't it? No. The prosecutor upholds the law, and the law is impartial. One way of looking at it, but a little machine-like, isn't it, when you're dealing with people? Yes. The only way is to do the job. Then you're going ahead with this crazy prosecution? Not me, Ray. It's the law. Okay. But you're wrong. You're leaving? Sure. It made me a lot of work in case you could pass a preliminary hearing on circumstantial evidence. Ray, isn't there, I mean... Is something else to talk about? No, I guess there isn't. Except it's outside of business. It's nice to see you, Ray. Outside of business, it's been fun. Good night, old serious slave. The question is the law, that's all. The law doesn't change because someone's nice or pretty. I've seen the worst kind of murderer look like an angel. He knows that. A person can be one thing all his life and change in a second. The law is reason, not emotion. He's basing it all on emotion. It's a dollar. There. He shouldn't have done that. He got it. Was it natural for him to feel that way? I don't know. I haven't seen Ray. I haven't seen anybody like that. I haven't seen Ray in a long time. I always had so much work, I... I didn't want to talk the law, I wanted to talk about other things, but I got mad and I couldn't. Why? He said I was wrong. He said I didn't have a case against Mrs. Wright, but I did. You can't tell a person is innocent by looking at them. They'd argued and she'd killed her husband. I could put together a case. I knew I could. I had a continual headache. It made it hard to work. It's okay if I polish the car while we're talking, Miss Slade. You've got to drive a Rockwell in an hour. That's two questions, Mr. Reese. How long has it been for the Rockwell? Three years. You drove them to the party that evening, waited in the car? Yes, ma'am. I was in a car. The Wright's car was parked across the street. All I want to know is what you saw. Well, I was sitting there reading. I saw Mrs. Wright come out and get in that car. That's funny. He quit in the party this soon. He saw the car move to the bit and then stopped. I didn't know what she was doing. I looked at her now and then. She started the car again. She sat there. Did you catch anything? The rearview mirror did suggest you were going? Yes. Yes. I think maybe she did. And she seemed upset. She wasn't normal. Natural. She was across the street. Yes, I guess so. Then you saw Mr. Wright coming towards the car. Yes. I didn't stumble. He was wheezing. Nothing bad. Just looked down at my newspaper for a second and whammered. Everybody else came outside and missed his life when all the peace was gone. Pretty face of hers always twisted. It would be easy with the chauffeur to witness. That's all I needed. He'd seen it happen, seen what Mrs. Wright's been doing if they couldn't remember. I wasn't wrong about her. She wasn't emotional. I knew her time. I could get her to admit she meant to do it at the child. Even if it had been in her mind just one second. One vicious, unreadable second of only wanting to hurt him. It was murder. She felt found. Nothing to worry about. But I was. I'm nice. I'm hard. I was worried. In the day of the hearing that morning, you were waiting for the judge and Wright came over my table. Hi, Mrs. Wright. Hello, Ray. What a briefcase for your evidence. You really believe you can make this murder charge this country? No, after the hearing. Wish I knew your reason for doing this. It's not my reason, I told you. I'm just a prostitute. It's not me. It's the law. It was an accident with you. Carolyn and Jerry were a happy, normal couple. You don't believe accidents happen again? You don't understand. It's not me. It's not me. I'm not upset. I've got a case against her. She deserves... I've got a case. Impartial law? I don't see how it's possible. You've got something against her, Carolyn? No. Just another case. I don't even know her. She's sitting right over there. Look at her, Virginia. You haven't looked at her once since she came in. I don't think you've really ever looked at her. I haven't. You've been prosecuting wrong enough to know people. There's no murder in this mystery. Not even manslaughter. No matter what flimsy evidence you've dug up, or what you'll try to read into it. Look at her. I've seen her. Can't you look at her now? What is it? Nothing. There's nothing wrong with what I'm doing. I can't do it. I can't do it. All right. It's not our K.J. Williams. Is the district attorney ready to present evidence? Yes. Yes, Your Honor. Yes. Are you all right, counselor? Yes, Your Honor. It's nothing. If it please course, the state has... Just a moment, please. At the other table there. You are Mrs. Wright? Yes, Your Honor. Tell him not. Thank you. All right, counselor. Proceed. If it please the course, the state... the state will... It's made. Is there anything wrong? The state will present evidence again. Against Cal and Wright at this hearing. Evidence of crime. I can't... I can't... I couldn't go out with a pipe. Mrs. Wright. I wanted to suffer. I wasn't doing it for the lawyer. I was only trying to... Why? Think you're bigger. Why? Pretty. Pretty. He was more... He didn't like the music. He couldn't annoy you all the way to Chicago because he was pretty. I was wrong. I was wrong from the beginning. I've been being honest about the law. The law's not like him. That moment was a hit when you realized what you were really doing, that you could be like that. You shut it out of your mind, but you still felt sick. Yes, I was sick. I was... You couldn't continue with your tip, could you? So, you got good news for me. The part of you recognized that the basis for your antagonism, called Carolyn, was that he was pretty and you could be safe knowing that. So, to protect yourself, you got good news for me, so that you wouldn't have to go out like this. You can see that now. Can't you reduce it? Yes. Now you'll get well. Rest properly. Lots of rest, and you'll get well. Tell me you're out on this trip. How's the sanitary and treatment? It's fine. I should be able to come back. I wanted to say goodbye. How's your surprise? Just like you. I'm glad. I'd like to tell you how sad. Don't worry about it, honey. When are they gonna let you go back to work? Two more weeks, they said. I resigned from the DA's office. I'm trying to set up an office of my own. Call your side. You'll make a good one. I wish you all the luck in the world. I hope we'll see each other again. Sure. I'll be back. You know, you cook a good dinner. Got a confession. I had to expand in, but I'm going to learn how to cook. I'll cook myself next time. That's well. Hey, it's the time just now to catch my plane. You get well now, Virginia. I'll be looking for you. I'll be back. Indeed, starring Kathy and Elliot Lewis on stage. In a moment, Mr. and Mrs. Lewis will tell you about next week's play. Going to be home tomorrow during the day. Here are two things to do about it. Enjoy Arthur Godfrey's time with all the little Godfrey's and Art Linkletters House Party, both on CBF Radio. They're yours Monday through Friday in the daytime over most of these same stations. Star daytime attractions at the Star's Address. And now once again, Kathy and Elliot Lewis. Our thanks tonight to Richard Chandley for his story, Skin Deep. Chad Waldo, who is Coralus Archer's most of you, was kind enough to join us tonight and played talent. Broadway's My Beach supplied us with Stanny Clover when Larry Thor came by to play the DA with the Demerick. Her Butterfield returned to our company to play My Doctor tonight. Herbert Rawlinson, whose fan club everyone is a member of, was the judge, and Paul Freese played the choker. Next week is very special for us because we will celebrate with all of you our 10th wedding anniversary. First Ray Noble will be our guest in order that we might present for ourselves and all of you our happy anniversary album. Until next week then, thank you for listening. Good night. Good night. Music for tonight's story was composed and conducted by Fred Steiner, the Kathy and Elliot scene is by Ray Noble, and the program is transcribed and directed by Mr. Lewis. George Walsh speaking. 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