Come in. Welcome. I'm E .G. Marshall. Welcome
to the sound of suspense. To the fear you can
hear. This time around, we're involved in the
supernatural. Any dictionary will give you several
definitions. Supernatural, above and beyond the
natural order of events. of or related to ghosts,
behavior caused by the intervention or by the
action of a god on earthly affairs. Choose your
own definition for this tale we are about to
relate. No. They won't want me here. Someone,
something doesn't want me here. Richard. April.
April is doing as my... April. No. I don't believe
in ghosts. I will... I will... No. Who's there?
Another drama, Here Goes the Bride, was written
especially for the Mystery Theater by Ian Martin
and stars Ruby Dee and Michael Wager. I'll be
back shortly with Act One. something totally
beyond this earth. There are those among us who
hover somewhere between earth and sky. The stars
who light up our theater marquees or movie screens.
All the human beings who have become by extension
a little larger than life. This is the shocking
tale about two of those. It's such a lovely day.
Can't we put the top down? Well, I don't want
to take a chance on being recognized. Nobody
will recognize me. Just do as I say, please.
I'm sorry to make you do the driving, darling,
but that's why I had Juan leave my sister Lisa's
car in Monterey. The damn snoops should know
by now not to pay any attention to it. Does your
sister look like me, Richard? Enough from a distance.
Same colored hair. But not really. is attractive
enough, I suppose. No, actually, she is very
plain, and you... Yes. You're the most beautiful
woman I've ever known. And I thought you only
married me for my money. Don't say that. Well,
darling, I was only joking. Did you really mean
what you said about me? Every word. But she was
so beautiful. How could you? April was April.
She isn't in my world or anyone else's anymore.
She's dead. I'm sorry, darling. I shouldn't have
brought her up. I... Oh, we're here already.
So, I'm about to see Richard Morgan's Bolly at
last. I'll let the walls spoil it for you. Oh,
it's like a fortress, Bob. Why, a broken glass?
And the gate looks as though you borrowed it
from the Bastille. Does it all have to be so
hard? The price of privacy. What little we could
ever get. The fans considered April and myself
public property. But we could forget that once
we're inside. From there looking out, you can't
even see the walls. Open the gate. I don't think
I could even budget it if I knew how. Not manually.
You see the little box on the visor? It's an
electric gizmo. Just press the button on it.
It's a magic castle. Enter your majesty and long
live the Queen. Pull over to the gatehouse. Stop
a minute. What are those, the hounds or the basketballs?
They are guardian angels. They patrol the grounds
at night. Juan, amigo! Que pasa con los peros?
They know you are back in Casa Mi Padrón. They
will not be tranquil till they see you for themselves.
Bienvenida en Casa Senora Mujer. Muchas gracias
viejo amigo. Darling, this is Juan. This is Senora
Aguilar. Juan, permíteme presentarte a nueva
senora. Mi esposa, Senora Mujer. Juan, put the
top down for the senora. I'll get the dogs quiet.
It's good to get some fresh air. Well, my husband
didn't have any trouble quieting down the dog.
They're not really as savage as they sound. Are
they one? They are trained to kill, senora. Anyone
who does not belong here? Oh, goodness. I hope
they get to know me soon, then. If they learn
to know you belong, you have nothing to fear.
You've been here a long time? Since the house
was first built. Then you were here from the
beginning with Richard's... with Richard's first
wife, April. Si. A terrible tragedy for all of
you. You must have loved her. She was. La Senora
de la Casa. I hope you won't blame me for trying
to take her place. There is no one to take her
place. Conchita? Sí, señorita. Here in the hall.
Yes, señorita Morgan. You didn't take her portrait
down. La señora? April? That is her place. I
don't think my brother is going to agree with
you. He is bringing home a new bride, you know.
I know. Didn't he suggest it might be a sensible
idea to clear away all the portraits and memories
of April from around the house? The portrait
here in the hall is painted on plaster. It cannot
be removed. Any more than her memory can be removed.
So it stays. This is her place. No one can take
it. A fresco. Funny, I never realized that. Because
it's framed, I suppose. It was El Patron's idea
for the wedding present. His way of saying, here
is my love, which will never die. As it will
never die for any of us. Think so. Maybe not.
But once he returns again, I think he will know
there is only one La Señora. Now you're really
going to see what Bonaparte is all about. I'm
going to drive slow so you can drink it in. Horrible
not only the house but the clips and that wide
leap off into the Pacific and all the way to
the horizon. Oh I love it. I hope you'll be able
to I do already except Except what? The rest
of it is also bad that suddenly the house seems
small Now the closer we get I realize how huge
it is Alex. It's rambling Started from small
beginnings and then just kept on growing. Looking
at that main house, it wasn't all that small.
Well, for its day it was. Big families then.
All that's left of mine I see clustered on the
porch. My sister. And the lady with her? That's
our housekeeper. Conchita Aguilar. She's Juan's
wife. I have no one, but at least you have a
sister. Makes me feel a lot less like an orphan.
And the house is so lovely. I hope I've come
home. I told you when we came back to America
that would be your decision. Jenny, for many
reasons, it's not going to be an easy one. But
just give it a chance. I'll welcome it, Richard.
If only it will welcome me. We flew straight
from Japan to San Francisco. Then drove down
to Monterey to pick up the car. Oh, it's good
to see you. Your bride is lovely. But you could
have let us know about the wedding. Lisa, I wanted
to keep it private, so we just sneaked off. More
coffee, Jenny? Richard? No, I think I'll have
some brandy. How about you girls? Not for me.
I pass. Oh, it's a magnificent night. There's
going to be a full moon. Damn dogs are all stirred
up again. Jenny? Yes, Richard? Want to walk down
with me and start making friends with them? Well,
I'm a little tired tonight. I bet I'd make a
better dog pal by daylight. Well, why don't you
go ahead while I go up and get ready for bed.
Well, you're the one they're calling for anyway.
I've missed them. And it's nice to have been
missed. Would you mind if I won't be over a half
hour? I'll be waiting for you when you get back.
I'll close the French windows. Don't forget to
lock them, Lisa. No, no. Leave them open. The
breeze is wonderful. I'll see they get closed,
Richie. I've been taking care of that for the
last year. Take care of my bride, too, Lisa.
Good night to you, Lisa. I'll see you later,
Jenny. Well, a very sexy goodbye. Your brother
is a very sexy man. Why didn't you know this?
Well, why should I be the only woman in the Northern
Hemisphere to have it escape me? Oh, Lisa. It's
what makes my blood run cold sometimes. That
and April. She can scarcely run you much competition
anymore. Because she's dead. She is? Well, not
really. In so many ways, I'm terribly naive growing
up. in Japan, knowing so little of my native
country. I was always aware that Richard Morgan
was a star. After all, he was in Japan to make
a movie. And I knew he'd been married for many
years to April Sanders. It was only after I'd
married Richard and come back to America that
I began to realize I'd married into royalty.
Not only that, but I'd brushed blindly into marrying
the King. without seeing that the Queen is not
dead. Oh Jenny, don't be silly. The Queen is
very dead. Not in most people's memories. How
did this happen, Lisa? How could that vibrant,
overwhelmingly wonderful woman have met her death?
Want to take a little walk, Jenny? I could use
some air. Which way do we go? Oh, towards the
sea. There's enough moonlight to light the way.
Are you cold? Lord, no. I welcome the breeze.
Were you taking me to the end of the world? What?
Well, where April ended hers. You wanted to know
how it happened, didn't you? I think I've gone
far enough, Lisa. Only a few steps. What is this
path? I mean somebody cut it out of solid rock.
It's called the seven steps to heaven. More like
seventy. Richard had them cut for April on their
seventh anniversary. You'll see why now as we
come out on the ledge. It's windier tonight than
I thought. Those days it's calm up here. The
sun pours down. You can lie out here on the ledge
with the sea four hundred feet below and drench
in the sun as though you were the only person
in the world. April treated this as a shrine.
She was an indufferate sun worshiper. But it's
sheer heaven bathed in moonlight. If you look
up, I can't see too much of the shadows looking
down. The rocks are as jagged as teeth. Four
hundred feet straight down. This is right where
she fell. Spread -eagled on the rocks, broken
and mangled, but speared by the sharp edges so
even the restless sea couldn't wash her away.
Oh my God, Liz. How could she have gone close
enough to fall? She didn't fall. But the paper
says the story that was given out. Conchita believes
it, Richie claims he does. Others are not so
sure. Come on, this place gives me the heebie
-jeebies. Let's get back to the house before
Richie sets those damn dogs loose. Oh, excuse
me, I was just turning down the bed. Which I'm
sure you're quite ready to roll into, Jenny.
Good night, dear. Welcome home. Such as it is.
Good night, Lisa. See you whenever. Don't feel
there's anything to get up for. Will there be
anything else, Madame? No, thanks, Conchita.
Then I will say, Buenas noches, Madame. Wait
a minute. Si, Madame. Madame is not a Spanish
word. Why do you call me that? What would you
have me call you? Well, since I am Richard's
wife, shouldn't it be Senora? In this house,
there was only one Senora. But she is dead. Jamás
en el corazón. Never in the heart. For anyone
who knew her. Buenas noches, madame. Bridget?
Bridget, are you awake? What's happening? Jenny,
Jenny, what is it? Don't you hear? Hear what?
There's nothing. But there was... What is it,
darling? You look as though you've seen a ghost.
Not seen. I heard. It was her. April, your wife.
Be quiet! You're my wife. April is dead. But
she still doesn't... What me? Nobody does. Not
a very auspicious house warming for poor Jenny
at Bon Repos. Bon Repos. A reasonable translation
of the French is sweet dreams. But there will
be few sweet dreams for Jenny. At least this
night, as for others, we'll find out when we
return shortly with Act Two. By the fresh light
of a clear morning with the wind stilled and
the sunlight flooding all the dark corners, Morepo
is a little more worthy of its name. But Richard
Morgan is having a difficult time selling that
to his still shaken bride. Let a little light
in. You'll feel better, Jenny. No, no, Richard.
I'm still not over last night. Who was it? Darling,
it wasn't anybody. You still say you didn't hear
it, that awful sobbing. It was... It was nothing
but the wind. Sometimes it sighs and moans all
around the house, and you'd swear it was a human
voice. But look. Not a whisper this morning.
Even the ocean's like glass. Today, you'll understand
why I love this house so much. Richard, come
here. Beside me, on the bed. All right, darling?
I know you love Boomba Pool, but... But what?
Richard, please, I don't want to live here. Why
not? No, I'm trying to understand. I don't feel
I belong here. I know one and Conchita seem to
resent me. Have they said anything? No, not in
so many words. It's just a feeling I get. I'm
not one... That isn't true. Richard, don't you
see? It's her house. It was her family's house
to begin with. She's... He is still. She'll never
leave it. She'll haunt me every minute I'm in
it. Please, take me away from here. All right.
If that's what you want, I'll sell the damn place,
tear it apart, stone by stone. Richard. Oh, Jenny,
my darling. Look, it's just the time lag, the
long flight from Japan, days and nights turned
upside down. I'm going to have Conchita bring
us a breakfast up to the room. We'll have it
out on the veranda. Give you a chance to get
a good look at one's landscaping all that Riot
of color of bougainvillea poinsettia chameleon
against the green Maybe that'll change your mind
about poor old water pool darling. I know how
much you love it and talk Come on Jenny Give
it a chance few more days a week Give it a chance
to cast its own peculiar spell All right, darling.
Go get us some breakfast. I'll wash up and brush
my teeth and get rid of some cobwebs while you're
gone. Jenny. Yes? I love you, Mrs. Morgan. That's
who I am. I love you, my husband. Conchita. Si,
patron. Come over here in the alcove. I couldn't
help it. She woke up, started to scream, and
then to sob. You heard? No. House must have heard.
I didn't just stop her. I did as soon as I could.
You know I don't want my wife to know about her
being here. I know. Then keep her quiet. Conservatives.
That's your job. And I want my new wife made
welcome. That is not my job. Then I'll find someone
else for it. You would drive Juan and me from
this house? We'll... We'll talk about this later.
For now, bring breakfast to the veranda for the
Signor and me. Si, Signor. Where's my sister?
In her room, I think. Muy bien. Come in. It's
open. Richard. I didn't expect to see you this
morning. Why not? Well, after all, brother mine,
a new bridegroom. I'm an old bridegroom by now.
Yes, maybe she is a touch young for you. Damn
you, I didn't mean that. I didn't mean what I
said either. I was only teasing you. She's a
lovely girl. She's sunny and free and unspoiled.
I want to keep her that way. What the devil am
I going to do about her? Upstairs there, you
heard her last night. Well, you know my feelings
on the subject. Get rid of her. For good. I can't.
After all, it's part of her house. God, why won't
she die? It would be a neat solution to it all,
wouldn't it? But it seems she just won't. I'm
afraid you're stuck with her as long as your
conscience holds you back. Please, for God's
sake, don't tell Jenny about her. Just how long
do you think you can keep her secret? I don't
know. All I need is a few days, a week. By then,
one way or another, it won't matter. Are you
going to start country hopping again, or are
you going to stay home and make some nice, solid
American movies? Well, that depends on my negotiations.
The next week or ten days. Jenny, you're not
eating your steak. Want it on the fire a little
more? No, thanks. I really ate too much of that
wonderful salad. I don't think I could eat another
thing. Conchita? Si, senor. I think you can clear
the table. You want dessert, dear? I don't think
so. Lisa, please forgive me, but... I'm so full
of sand, sea, air, and scouting the property
that I'm really bushed. Would you excuse me?
Of course, Jenny. Get a good sleep. I'll see
you upstairs, darling. Shall I have Conchita
bring us some coffee? Oh, no, no. I just want
to sleep and sleep and make up for the last few
days. You don't have to come up. Try and keep
me away. Night, Lisa. Night. See you tomorrow.
I feel like such a party pooper. Please don't
forgive us. I ambushed myself. Darling, you're
positively weaving. I feel a little high or low
or something. How about my arm for support? I'd
love it. No good? No, fine. I was just... She
was so lovely, Richard. Huh? April of Fresco.
That damn thing, I wish I'd never dreamed it
up. I promise you it'll be removed or covered
or something. Oh, no, darling. It's too lovely
to destroy. Besides, no matter what you do or
anyone tries to do, the memory of April Sanders
and our time can never be wiped out or erased.
It's something we both have to live with. She
was like... Jean Harlow. Marilyn Monroe, Elizabeth
Taylor. She belonged to the public. But you had
her painted to endure forever. Are you sure the
dog was poisonous? That's enough, you two silencio!
What was all that arguing about? Nothing, nothing,
nothing. Trouble with one of the dogs. Come on,
Jenny. Let's have some morning coffee and juice
and get back to normal. What's the matter with
the dog? Here's your juice. Oh, it's what I've
been trying to steal myself to weed out. He's
a maverick, or was. What do you mean? Well, some
dogs take to training, some don't. This one just
never did. He's unpredictable. A natural born
scavenger. He picked up something from the garbage
with a botulism, I guess. Anyway, he died this
morning. But what could have done? Look, don't
take on about it. I'm going down to bring up
some eggs and bacon. Why don't you set the table
for us on the veranda? Of course, darling. The
steak. I didn't eat it. Isn't that what poisoned
him? Oh, God, help me to know what to do. I love
my husband, but every instinct in me tells me
to run. Run for my life! Yep. Yep. Sure, JB.
No, I don't like it, but if it's the only way,
I'll be there. Yes, yes, right away. No, I'll...
I'll... I'll drive down. It's almost dark already,
so I'll not take much of a chance. Well, yes,
thanks, yes. I'll stay with you overnight and
come right back. You're going to Los Angeles?
Just overnight, darling. But take me with you.
Oh, Jenny, I can't. This is all strictly business.
And I stay here alone? I'm not alone. Lisa's
with you. Thank God for that. I have nothing
to worry about. Of course I haven't. Go, do what
you have to do and come back to me safe. And
you stay safe for me to come back to. Well, wouldn't
you know, the moment my brother cuts out, the
local electricity has to fail. Here's your candle,
Jenny. Want me to come in with you? No, I'm fine.
There are plenty of others in the candelabra.
They can burn all night. I won't need them. That
good night drink we had is... curdle my brain.
I know, me too. I don't know about you, but I'm
sailing. Maybe there was something in Conchita's
aureus confolia, but I'm positively lightheaded.
Well, whatever it was, thank God for small favors.
I'll sleep sound tonight if I can just find the
bed. Oh, I'm really high as a kite, and no reason
for it. Whatever it is, don't let Conchita see
me like this. See me to bed, Lisa. No, no. They
don't want me here. Someone, something. But who?
Conchita? Juan? Richard? No, please, please,
not Richard. But April, April is... still in
his mind. April. No, no. I don't believe ghosts.
I won't. Who's there? was the dead woman April
Morgan. But what a travesty of that beautiful
woman. A face gaunt and haggard. The eyes staring
blankly from the desiccated skin. A hellish ghoul
raised from the year -old grave. No wonder Jenny
mercifully passed out. We'll return shortly with
Act Three. Spectral figure that hovers over Jenny,
motionless under the covers, stands as still
as the girl lies in the bed. Is her presence
as malign as Jenny deems it to be, or as benign
as it seems to be? Hush, child. Hush. I mean
you no harm. But you are. How you must hate me.
Her. April. His wife. Oh, no. No, I'm not April.
April is dead. She died, you know. I thought
I did. Then who am I? I'm her mother. April was
my daughter. You live here. Yes. Then you're
the one I heard the other night, sobbing. Was
I? Perhaps I was. I'm very sad, you know. Because
your daughter died. Because my daughter was killed.
Killed? What did April have to die for? She had
everything to live for. She'd never commit suicide.
But it was an accident, wasn't it? Oh. April
was as graceful as a fawn. She was a dancer,
you know. She had an incredible sense of balance.
She could never have lost it. Are you suggesting
she was pushed? Why do you think I'm locked up
there in my room on the third floor with Conchita
as my jailer? The housekeeper. Conchita is a
practical nurse. And I am a prisoner half the
time under sedation. Living in limbo, the shut
-in to end all shut -ins. But why? To keep me
from crying it to the skies. To keep the truth
buried like me and my daughter. Except that I
am on the third floor and April is six feet deep.
He was jealous of her. He couldn't stand the
fact that she was the talent. She held it all
together. She made the legends. And when the
truth was coming out that he meant nothing, that
she was the star, he had to drag her out of the
skies, destroy her, kill her. Who? Your new husband,
Richard Morgan. That's why I came to warn you.
Get out while you can. Come here! Come here right
now! What is it he wants to take from you? Open
the door! I'm coming on! What do you want? Are
you rich? Yes. I will come into your house. Then
run like the wind. He will kill you. Just as
he did April. Are you all right, Jenny? Are you
all right? I'll do. But the lights are on again.
Yes. What happened? Two... To April's mother.
One has taken her back to her room. She's mad,
you know. She's quite mad. She... She accused
Richard of killing April. It's her obsession.
She should be institutionalized, but Richie...
Well, he could never hurt a fly. But I don't
understand why. Now what? Headlights. Coming
up the drive. Must be Richie. I'd better go down
and let him in. Don't be terrified of me, Jenny.
Well, I don't mean to. I don't know what's the
matter with me. Look, April's mother must have
shaken you. Well, why would you have kept it
a secret? Look, I'm exhausted, and you're tired.
Must we go through it tonight? I don't think
we can go through any other night if we don't.
Okay. It all has to do with a living legend.
April was a... a star, a sick symbol developed
by the studios. I was a stage actor with a gift
of reasonable looks and an unusual voice. Separately,
we had great success. But together, when we did
get together, particularly after our marriage,
we became something not only wildly larger than
life, but larger than even just plain stardom.
Our own lives disappeared, replaced by a storybook
romance that our careers had to conform to, despite
the fact that we had learned, oh well, not to
hate each other, but that we had no love left.
You didn't love April. Jenny, I couldn't stand
her. He was selfish, avaricious, demanding, petty,
an impossible woman. So you... so you got rid
of her? You don't believe that? No. Oh, no, Richard.
But how did April really die? I wasn't asking
that. You don't have to. Half the world is speculated
on that. Her mother thought I killed her. I still
think so. Couldn't Cheetah and Juan know it was
an accident? Lisa? Lisa has her own theory. Something
to do with Apol's star complex and the wild winds
that sometimes blow across the headlands. And
you? I think she committed suicide. Buenos dias,
conchita. Buenos dias, senor. You can serve breakfast
for all of us and... Where's Juan? In the south
garden. Will you tell my wife when she comes
down where I am? Si, senor. Patron? Yes? Will
you close up the house? If I'm going to save
my new marriage, I think I must. I'm not going
to argue the facts. But it's quite... clear that
Jenny doesn't fit here. I'll have some juice
and coffee, Conchita. Sí, señorita. Oh, and for
Senora Morgan, too. Sí, señorita. Morning, Jenny.
Good morning, Lisa. Oh, heavenly day. Breakfast
is on the way. Where's Richard? Oh, off on the
ground somewhere. Want to go look for him? I
would like to get some air. Well, then let's
go. Get you a... Finally get some sleep? Yes.
Well, with the new day, if you're smart, you'll
make up your mind to get out of here and have
Richard all to yourself. But what will you and
Contita and Juan and Mrs... Isn't that terrible?
I don't even know April's mother's name. Oh,
what will all of you do? Oh, life goes on. We'll
manage and adjust. We might even be able to do
it here in time. Oh, no, Lisa. I never could.
This isn't my place. It's April's. It wasn't
hers, either. But I thought it was originally
her family's. That's why her mother is dead.
It was a run -down, no -account mess. The stucco
peeling, the plumbing, antediluvian, the gardens,
the shambles. Ritchie cured all that. He's marvelous
with his hands. His imagination knows no bounds.
You may be what it is. It's all his. I can appreciate
that, Lisa, and I know how beautiful it is, but
it's dark and sinister to me. Nothing will ever
change that. I remember that first evening when
you took me to Seventh Heaven. Yes. That was
the mark of what was wrong here. Such free, wild
beauty, but somehow it was evil. Oh Jenny, that's
not fair. You went by moonlight. You knew a tragedy
had occurred there, but Seventh Heaven is just
what its name implies. Especially on a day like
today with no wind and the sun riding high. Come
on. Let me show you. No thanks. Jenny, you hold
a lot of fates in your hand. Among them mine.
I don't want to leave here. Give me a chance
to show you cobwebs cleared away. It's not such
a bad place to live. Conchita? Si, senor. Where's
the senorita? They went out in the garden, towards
the water. They? Your sister and your wife. Didn't
they know breakfast was ready? I think. But the
senorita Morgan seemed to want to take the senora
to the water. I should not say this, but I have
a sensation. You should go quickly after them.
I really don't know why you insisted on me coming
up here. I won't change my mind, Lisa. Even now,
looking out here at that incredible view? I told
you, I didn't like heights. You know, Jenny,
you're a little person. With no stature. Well,
I wouldn't quite agree... Like April, really,
for all her cheap beauty. She just couldn't measure
up. And I had to sit by and take the fact that
she had cheated and stolen Richie away from me.
What? My brother? Oh, does that shock you? I've
loved Richie longer and deeper than all of you.
How much have I gotten in return? Do you have
any notion how I hated that... smug, superior,
super -adulated April. Would you be very surprised
to find out that she didn't fall or stumble or
take her life when she blew off here into eternity?
She was hasten, Jenny, pushed, shoved by me,
just as you're going to be. Why? Even allowing
for what you confess. How can you hate me? Because
you are Far worse than April. He really didn't
love her. They were a team. He was trapped. He
had to stick with her. But you... Now you're
different. Because he loves me? Because with
you, there's no chance for me. There's no chance
at all. How could there ever be? I don't have
to share his bed. Only his life. I could have
been the one to care for him, to console him,
to love him. Love him, damn you! It'll never
be you never anyone You can't stand against me
any more than April could you are going over?
A marvelous weapon hang on to it if you want
to take it with you, but you're going What can
I say? Nothing. Nothing. But your sister. I love
my sister. Either more or less than my first
wife. I can't... mourn either one of them. Jenny,
it's too important to celebrate you. It'll take
some time to straighten out my... my affairs,
but once we do... You and I are going to enjoy
our private life. You'll still be public property.
No. My new deal as a director. I'll never act
again. Not even for me? For you. For you I'll
be whatever you desire. This affair is finally
beginning. We'll end only the same way. is forever.
I love you forever. That's what I just said.
The walls still stand about Bon Repos, but the
barbed wire and broken glass are gone from the
parapets. The gates stand invitingly open, and
the dogs are gone. In the bright sunshine, the
dark memories too are fading. And the clean winds
from the sea have washed away the cobwebs. Once
again the old house lives up to its name. I'll
be back shortly. we return full circle to our
definition of the supernatural as it applies
to tonight's tale, of or related to ghosts, behavior
caused by the intervention or by the action of
a god on earthly affairs. Well, equal standards
with both ghost and by our modern standards,
goddess. But her reign is over and So is our
up -to -date fable of Richard and Jenny. Our
cast included Ruby Dee, Michael Wager, Terry
Keen, Bryna Rayburn, and Ian Martin. The entire
production was under the direction of Hyman Brown.
And now, a preview of our next tale. I told you
I burned it. And you know that's a fairy tale
that no one will believe. I don't care whether
you believe it or not. Now, are you coming with
me? Where? To talk to your Colonel Blake. He
won't see you. Oh, I think he will. Goodbye,
Carol. It was nice knowing you. I think. You
will kindly step back into your room as you're
feeling? Now, wait a minute. Move. I am Major
Suminovich. Oh. You and I have something to discuss.
I warned you. Yeah, sure you did. I do so dislike
dealing with amateurs. This is strictly a business.
You mean you want to make a deal with me? I mean
you would find it wise if you wanted to make
a deal with us. For the paper? Exactly. Where
is it? No, no, not so fast, not so fast. You
spoke about a deal? You give us the paper, we
give you your life. Mrs. E .G. Marshall inviting
you to return to our mystery theater for another
adventure. in the macabre. Until next time, pleasant
dreams.