you I'm E .G. Marshall. Welcome to the world
of terrifying imagination, to the fear you can
hear. For the four centuries before Christ, a
remarkable combination of priests and monarchs
established one of the most astonishing cultures
in the world. The rulers were the pharaohs of
Egypt, and they left an enduring series of monuments
behind them. The Sphinx, the pyramids, the temples
of Karnak and Luxor, and most strange of all,
their mummified remains, embalmed by a process
lost to modern science. This is the story of
one such mummy, and the eternal curse she left
to be visited on any violator of her tomb. What
happened, John? The door to the tomb swung shut.
Can we open it? No, a counterweight's locked
it somehow. Hold up the torch. Why? There's an
inscription inside the door. What does it say?
It would take time to decipher it. Don't worry,
I can guess. Who breaks this seal forever seals
his doom. He will walk no more among the living.
or find his way among the dead. Our mystery drama,
The Pharaoh's Curse, was written especially for
the Mystery Theater by Ian Martin and stars Kim
Hunter. I'll be back shortly with Act One. 1924,
50 years ago, belongs to another world. Certainly
in the Middle East, almost midway through the
period of the great archaeological excavations
that make Egypt a mecca for tourists from all
over the world. And in that era, no singer and
entertainer reigned more supreme than Diane Elliot.
The toast of two continents already, and now
in the process of conquering a third. with an
engagement at Shepard's world famous hotel in
Cairo. There is an old friend of mine here tonight
who would very much like to meet you. Could I
presume to ask if you would join him as he asks
for a drink at his table? Who is this friend
of yours? Sir Geoffrey Lanscombe. The famous
archaeologist? He's still alive? I mean, well,
he must be... He's quite old, but most active.
Would you ask him to give me ten minutes and
then come back to my dressing room? Sir Jeffrey?
Guilty as charged. Oh dear, did I sound forbidding
or something? No, not at all. It's just that
I feel I'm intruding. Oh, not at all. I hope
you'll excuse me, though. I've started changing
because tonight's the end of my engagement here
and I have to start packing. Oh, then you'll
be leaving Cairo. Well, no, no. Not for a few
days. I hope at least a week. I've wangled a
little gap between engagements because I want
to do some sightseeing. Good, good. Excellent.
It makes it so much easier for me to ask what
I want to ask. It's amazing. You, my dear. With
your robe pulled tightly around you and your
hair swept back so severely from your face. Yes,
yes. Absolutely amazing. Well, I... Let me...
princess haci bar it's not too surprising she
was just a little before your time approximately
four thousand years haci barry gazelle -footed
trailer of perfumed mosque haci bar the doe -eyed
radiant perfection of the three worlds i thought
you were an archaeologist not a poet Well, not
I, my dear. That's, uh, Thotmose V, her husband,
the pharaoh. And he was right. She was, until
then, at least the most exquisite woman who ever
lived. And when she died, at nineteen, the pharaoh
was so crazed with grief that he stripped himself
of all his wealth and turned it into jewels with
which he filled her burial casket to the brim.
She was buried with all the honors of the pharaoh.
and a door to her mastaba sealed forever with
an undying curse. The, uh, mastaba? The, uh,
the burial chamber. And the curse? This chamber
holds the jewels of my kingdom. Jewels beyond
number and one beyond all price. Who breaks this
seal forever seals his doom. He will walk no
more among the living nor find his way. Among
the dead. You almost make me believe that. And
I... I almost believe it myself. Perhaps it's
why I've taken the liberty of coming to you.
I don't understand. Oh, why should you? Let me
explain. 15 years ago, I discovered the small
pyramid that covers the burial chamber three
times on different expeditions we have excavated
with no success. This time we have managed to
isolate the Mastaba itself. In spite of every
kind of miserable luck. Cave -ins, men injured,
crews deserting. But at last, within the next
few days, I'm convinced the entrance will be
found. How exciting, how wonderful for you. And
Hasiba. I hope she isn't a disappointment. Was
she really so beautiful, do you think? Incredibly.
Her face shamed the shining sun and the day was
lit up by the light of her countenance. You know,
you sound as though you'd actually seen her.
I have. You have? Oh yes, yes my dear. For every
description fits you. Well, Sir Jeffrey, I'll
have to admit that's about the prettiest compliment
I've ever been paid. And the truth. Look, look.
What is it? An ivory miniature of Hasiba, hand
-carved. How beautiful. Exquisite. Isn't this?
Perhaps now you can see, Miss Elliot, why I can
easily believe in reincarnation. It's why I asked
to meet you. I've devoted the last, best part
of my life to unearthing this tomb. And I've
come to be afraid of a curse and to believe profoundly
in the power of good omens and luck. I need that
luck. But I think I've found this. I know you
are my luck. Well, how can I help you? Come as
my guest to the diggings for a few days. Open
the chamber for me. I think your touch will ensure
success. Out of so many, that's the greatest
compliment of all. How can I refuse? Just a moment.
Driver, good, come in. All I'm taking are these
two bags, and... You are not the driver I engaged
this morning. No, Miss Elliot. Then why? Allow
me, my credentials. Inspector Hasid of the Cairo
Police. Police? If you doubt me, call Ahmed.
He will vouch for me. Now, may I ask a few questions?
Well, of course. You had never met Sir Jeffrey
Lonscombe before, the night before last. Oh,
that's correct. But you are planning to visit
the diggings. Yes. Why? Well, because he invited
me to. Just as a guest? Of course. For a few
days, correct? Well, now let's not make anything
out of that, Inspector. He is about to open the
tomb of some ancient Egyptian Queen and I am
intrigued I've never had the opportunity to meet
a four thousand year old princess who's supposed
to look like me Now what's wrong with that? And
why should it interest the police? This thing
is difficult First of all, let me warn you that
there may be a possible danger in your visit
to the diggings What danger? I do not know exactly,
but if you are to go, will you let me go with
you as your driver incognito? Why? Partially
to protect you. And partially what else? That
is what I want to find out. Do you have any knowledge
of firearms, Miss Elliott? As a matter of fact,
I do. I used to do a lot of hunting with my father.
And small arms? We had a pistol range. I'm a
pretty good shot. Could you handle this if you
had to? For protection only, I mean. Wabbly,
isn't it? Six clip? It would fit a woman's handbag.
Okay. Okay, but I'm not interested in running
around playing with guns. Last night at the diggings...
There was a federal accident. Not Sir Jeffery?
No, no, no. One of the new digging crew. Now,
for everyone's safety, I need an opportunity
to investigate that accident quietly, without
publicity. You could offer me that chance. And
put my own neck on the line? No. There's little
risk for you. But of course, I cannot... I tell
you there is absolutely none. What is it you
think's going on out there? I am not sure. Four
thousand years ago, if we are to believe the
papyri, the written records, Thotmes buried with
his wife uncounted millions of dollars in jewels.
But neither she nor the jewels have been exhumed
yet. We are told. And yet, a man is dead. Where
was this man found? Near one of the many statues
that ring the pyramid, far from the tomb itself.
So what does that have to do with... murder?
Not by any human agency, apparently. The man
was crushed, as if broken in the arms of a...
something beyond the natural power of things.
However, the police are less interested in the
man himself than what was clutched in his hand.
What? I have been selected to investigate this
matter quietly and anonymously. Will you let
me go with you? You're kind of daring me, aren't
you? Pardon? You don't want me to refuse. I don't
think... You are in any real danger, Miss Elliot,
and I need a cover. Okay. Let's go adventure.
Just tell me one thing first. What is there for
the police to investigate? What was it the man
had clutched in his hand? A diamond of great
beauty and great price. What kind of diamond?
Now, there's just the whole point, Miss Elliot.
A very special kind, for no diamond has been
cut like this in the last four thousand years.
A tomb sealed fast for four thousand years, where
a princess lies in a coffin filled to the brim
with precious stones of incalculable value. Could
this diamond be from a tomb as yet uncovered,
or was it some random discovery? And if it were,
what inhuman agency, with a power beyond all
human scope, mangled and destroyed the unfortunate
man who found the strangely cut diamond? I'll
return in a few moments with Act Two. Southwest
from Cairo, riding across the hot white desert
sands in the Jeep driven by Inspector Hasid,
a tool scarf bound across her mouth and nose
against the stinging sand. Diana Elliot wonders
what whim drove her to this strange adventure.
And then to herself, honestly, she admits what
it is. She is tired of the never relaxing discipline
of her life, the touring, the center of applause.
the sense of being trapped. Suddenly she is a
free soul, off on an uncharted adventure, ready
for anything that comes her way, as long as it
is new and different. Miss Elliot! You know me?
Yes, and you more than live up to what I've heard.
Can I give you a hand down? Thank you. That's
more than a hand. Both. Brother, the old boy
was right. About what? You? And our 4 ,000 -year
-old lady. Perhaps. But I'm not 4 ,000 years
old yet. And I can stand by myself, Mr... Irving,
John Irving. I'm Sir Jeff's assistant. He asked
me to look out for you. Oh, great. Could we start
by having you let go of my waist so I can breathe?
I'm sorry. Where is Sir Jeffery? He had to go
into Cairo with the English mail and in connection
with an accident we had here. Oh, yes, I know
about that. You do? Yes, yes, I read about it
in the Cairo newspaper. Oh, well, let's get your
bags and get you settled. Do not worry, I say.
I will take care of it. Oh, fine, driver. Miss
Elliott's going to the big tent with the canopy.
Now, you can bunk down with the crew over there.
Any one of the three tents near the diggings.
Very good, I say. You want to go freshen up,
Miss Elliot? Oh, no, no. Everything is too new
and strange and exciting. I want to explore.
Okay. You want to walk over and have a closer
look at the pyramid? I'd love it. If I'm not
keeping you... No, you're not. I've been designated
as the official reception committee for the afternoon.
Tell me, have you found the tomb yet? And not
quite, but we're close. We started to uncover
what appears to be the entrance to the outer
chamber this morning. The diggers are working
on clearing that now. It's hard to believe. What?
We're almost there. Fifteen years ago, this entire
pyramid was buried in sand. Sir Jeff uncovered
it on the two former expeditions. What a tremendous
job. What are these statues? Stand along the
bottom row of stones. Those are various Egyptian
gods. Let's see, starting at that end. Toth,
the recorder. Oris, god of truth. Mott, goddess
of justice. And Osiris, the king father himself.
Two, three, four, five. Hey, you missed one.
This one in the middle. Oh, I'm sorry. So I did.
I can't blame you. He's so ugly. Brutal, smiling
face. What does he represent? That's Anubis,
the jackal -faced god. Officially supposed, coincidentally
enough, to be the greeter of the dead. I don't
think I'd care to be greeted by that, dead or
alive. What do you mean, coincidentally? Well,
this is where... where an accident happened.
You mean where the man was killed? You heard
about that? Who told you, Sir Jeff? No, it was
my driver. Oh. Bad news travels fast in this
country. In any country. What a cruel, bestial
face he has. What does greeter of the dead mean?
He weighed the hearts of the dead before welcoming
them to the great halls of Osiris, the judge
and the sentencer. Oh, he's not quite as bad
as he looks. Do tell. I think I'll have that
hand down now. Oh, here you are. Watch it! Quick!
Behind the statue. Let me shield you. You all
right, Diane? I'm all right, Mr. Irving. Couldn't
we make it? John, I called you Diane. So you
did. It just slipped out. Did it scare you? If
you mean the explosion, of course it did. The
dynamite. What was the dynamite for, John? That's
just what Sir Jepp's gonna want to know. He's
gonna be hopping mad when he gets back. Damn,
that's Sargon. Who is Sargon? Our esteemed Egyptian
colleague and so -called archaeologist who's
been... gumming up this expedition ever since
it started. Gumming it up? Yeah, he resents all
outsiders who come here on what he considers
his territory. Well, you can't blame him, I suppose.
It's his country. Just the same, the guy's pretty
hard to take. For some reason, he wants that
tomb to remain sealed. With that dynamite he
set off, maybe he's just gotten his wish. Now,
come on. I'll see you back to your tent so I
can go find out just what damage has been done.
I'm sorry I was responsible for making dinner
so late. Oh, it was worth waiting for, Sir Jeffrey.
This Arabian coffee is delicious. What was all
the trouble with Sargon this afternoon? Well,
this morning he wanted to dynamite the entrance
open. I said we should wait till you got back.
I knew you wouldn't go for it. My God, if we
had a cave in, the whole tomb would have been
reburied. You say nothing of the possible damage
to inscriptions inside. So? Well, he got so red
-necked about it, I told him he could set the
charges in case. Oh, that was foolish. I know,
sir. But I never thought he'd be pig -headed
enough to set them off on his own hook. That
is it, I. Oh, Sargon, Sargon, my dear fellow,
come in, come in. Join us in, uh, coffee. I do
not break bread among my enemies. What do we
theme today? Now, wait a minute. Now, now, Sargon,
I know you're upset, but... There's no need to
be rude. I don't believe you've met our guest.
Miss Diane Elias. Ali Otman Ben Sargon, one of
our most noted Egyptologists. How do you do?
Your servant, Anaisa. Now, about this thing this
afternoon... Mr Irving said the orders came from
you. Why, you... If he denies that, he lies!
You think I'm going to sit still for that? Sit
down, sir! I will not have this bickering in
front of a guest. It can be settled later. In
the meantime, fortunately, there's been no damage
of consequence on the way into the tomb has been
opened. No harm has been done. A great deed of
harm has been done. The crew has deserted. What?
That is what I came to tell you. They have taken
all our transport and left. I tried to stop them,
but... I'll bet you did. Now look, sir... Just
a moment, Tom. Of why, Sargon? Perhaps they are
wiser than we. A small hole was blown through
to the inside, and out of it they say comes swirling
a fearsome ethrite that grew ten times taller
than a man, and verged a cold, freezing breath
from his mouth that carried death in the air.
They ran in terror from the ancient curse. They
knew the stench of evil. in the air well that's
that's preposterous as an archaeologist you know
the fetid odor of death is always present when
a tomb is opened a bunch of simple -minded nitwits
perhaps except that as a simple -minded egyptian
i agree with them oh you intend to leave on the
contrary i intend to stay i was referring to
the stench of evil And not from the graves of
my ancestors, which I shall remain to protect.
Why, that son of a... You're gonna let him get
away with that? John, I'm sure it was a misunderstanding.
Now bear with me, please. Tomorrow may be the
end of a long, long dream. Now let me go and
pacify poor Sargon. You intend to open the tomb
tomorrow? The main breach has been made. I'm
hopeful it can be managed. Well, then we must
have the press here. I'll go into Cairo tonight.
The men have taken the trucks. They're still
Diane's Jeep. If I may borrow it? Well, it's
not really mine. It's my driver's. Well, whatever
you decide, tomorrow will be an exciting day.
I shall hope Miss Elliot to introduce you at
last to your long -dead image. This must come
to pass, for I still believe in you as my good
luck. John, you'll... See Miss Elliott to her
tent? Of course, sir. Till tomorrow then. Good
night, sir. I'd still like to have it out myself
with that surly... Don't let Sir Jeff handle
it, John. I want to drink in this strange night.
The atmosphere or the general excitement? Both.
Everything. The air, the place, the time. That
enormous red moon. What makes it like that? Sand
suspended in the air filters the spectrum. Such
a lot of sand. It's a whole lot of moon. It's
so quiet. The air is heavy. Sleepy? No. Don't
go in. Stay with me. Uh, that might, uh, be really
dangerous. Why don't we grab the jeep? Go into
Cairo. We can't use the jeep. Why not? It belongs
to... to an inspector of police. Look, please
don't say I said anything, but he's here investigating
the accident. Sub Rosa. You won't tell anyone.
Well, sure, if you ask me not to. But I still
don't see why we can't... Well, uh, then... Ask
Inspector Hussied if you can borrow the jeep.
But I won't go with you. I'm too tired and too
excited looking forward to tomorrow. But funny
how heavy the air seems. I can imagine why those
men felt a dark weight. Almost like death in
the air. I'll be glad to see tomorrow. Good night,
John. Good night, Diane. Can I come into your
tent? Uh, yes. I was just starting to go to bed.
What is it? Look, I don't want to alarm you,
but the men were right. There is death in the
air tonight. But what now? Oh, it's nothing to
do with the legend. Totally atmospheric. A samum
is on its way. We must race it barrel. But the
tomb? The tomb can wait, as it has waited for
centuries. But there won't be room in the jeep
for all of us. Only you and I are going. And
the others? Sir Jeff and Sargon won't leave the
tomb. Inspector Hasid won't leave Sargon and
remains to protect Sir Jeff. What does that mean?
Sargon is not to be trusted. Sir Jeff and the
inspector know that. But if we have to run for
safety, what about them? They'll be safe in the
excavation. It's like a tornado cellar. That's
just what this blow will be like anyways. So
why can't we hole up with them? We could. If
you think you can spare the time. What's that
mean? A simu. It could blow itself out in six
or seven hours or six or seven days. Now can
you spare the time? Of course not. I'm due in
Paris in three days. Give me five minutes and
I'll get my suitcases ready and we'll be on our
way. Wester itself. Double right around on us.
What are you doing? We can't head into it. It
would suck us right up into the land of Oz, all
the Arabian nights. We've got to run for cover.
Where? Back to the diggings, the only shelter.
Just hold your seat and hope we can outrun it.
Supposing we can't? Baby, this is one archaeologist
who doesn't live in the past and is very interested
in the future. Right here and now, we've got
to hang on to the present. Whatever the effectiveness
of the ancient curse, it seems the fates inspire
to bring Diane Elliott and John Irving back within
its range. And if the 4 ,000 years sleep of the
delectable Hassiba is to be disturbed at last,
on whom will the curse fall for disturbing it?
On the men who planned and made it possible?
Or on another woman who dared to challenge her
beauty? I'll return shortly with Act III. In
the outer chamber, shielded from the wild gust
and the roar of the simoon raging outside, Sir
Jeffrey and Sargon have isolated and almost cleared
the door to the mastaba itself. They are engaged
now in cleaning up the debris the explosion earlier
in the day had caused. That does it. The door.
The door is free. Fifteen years. And the moment
is here at last. I am about to enter the tomb
of Hasiba. My countrymen have waited 4 ,000.
Come, come, Sargon. Let for God's sake, not in
this minute. What is it? There's someone coming.
The dead are our reason. But hope is silly. It's
from the outside. Why, it's Miss Elias. The bad
penny and companion turning up again. Well, what
happened? Couldn't make it, sir. We just beat
that old twister back here to safety, turned
around on us. Just the two of you? Yes. What
happened to your driver? We understood he stayed
with you. We have not seen him. We thought he
stayed with you. Oh, he probably took off with
the rest of the crew. Are you all right, Miss
Elliot? Oh, yes. Well, then let's forget the
elements, the... momentary inconveniences and
everything but the incredible, the marvelous,
the unbelievable moment that lies ahead of us.
We're about to enter the tomb of Hasiba. But
the storm will blow itself out. We are lighting
candles to illuminate centuries of the past.
Come, John, Sargon, help me. Push open the door.
I do not care to see the tomb open. I am not
surprised. Inspector Hassid. Yes, Miss Elliot.
Inspector? Yes, Ali Adman Ben Sargham. Inspector
Hassid, with a very sore head, where someone
knocked me out, to deny me the site of the tomb
and its contents. By all means, let us open the
door. I am not asking for commanding. with this
gun. Let's go, Sargon. There it is. Beyond that
black aperture lies Hasiba, wrapped in her blanket
of jewels. Who shall be first to enter? The right
is mine! The right is Sir Jeffreys. Don't make
me use my gun. This is a moment. I dread as much
as I desire Who knows what lies in that dark
cave? The tomb may have been rifled centuries
ago its artifacts destroy the very cataphalque
itself Vandalized the curse was never idle And
then suddenly I am too old and afraid to enter
Diane I brought you here as my luck. Will you
risk it and enter first? If you wish me to. I
wish it with all my heart. John, take the torch
and light her in. Yes, sir. Careful, Diane. Easy.
What is there to fear? The dead resent intruders.
I only hope that... What happened, John? The
door to the tomb swung shut. Can we open it?
No. The counterweights locked it somehow. Hold
up the torch. Why? There's an inscription inside
the door. What does it say? yet But it would
take time to decipher it Don't worry I can guess
He who breaks this seal forever seals his doom
He will walk no more among the living or find
his way among the dead It's just what I was afraid
of. Hopeless. The door can't be budged. What
happened? The stone you stepped on. Designed
to trip the counterbalancing rocks and lock them.
To get the door open now, they'll have to blast.
So that was Tophny's ancient curse. That's pretty
effective. Look, hold up the torch, John. Is
that better? Yes. It's not a very large chamber
no In the center there is that yeah? That's the
catafalque Hasiba Can we look why not? Poor little
princess Poor little rich girl young Can we can
we open the sarcophagus? I don't know Somewhere
there should be... Oh, let's see. Ah, here. It's
too heavy. As far as I dare slide it. Such a
big coffin for such a little girl, but... Oh,
but she is lovely. The face is only a death mask.
Where are the jewels, John? The jewels, the...
It filled the casket to the brim. That's right.
Evidently old Tosmas regretted his generous impulse
and sneaked in later and pinched his fabulous
fortune. How? I don't know. What's the matter
with the torch? I'm afraid it's going out. Can't
we light it again? No. Lack of oxygen. We've
got to get out of here. Haven't you any idea
how? The catafalque itself. Let's have a look.
But how? Where? It's just a simple box. Except...
here. At the foot of it. Carved in bar relief.
Wait. Let me hold the torch close. Yeah, that's
better. What is it? That face. The guard you
showed me outside the pyramid. With a jackal
face? What's his name? Anubis. Greeter of the
Dead. But he has another name. The Opener of
the Ways. Diane, maybe this is it. Press it.
Try it. Yes. The Opener of the Ways. Smell that,
Diane. Fresh air. Look at the torch light up.
And there are steps beneath. We're free. I wonder,
John. I wonder. I can see it clearly now, Diane.
Sargon, he's been plundering the tomb. That was
the reason for all the delays he caused. He had
to have time to get rid of the jewels. And now,
unless we escape somehow, he's safe. Inspector
Hasid won't let him go. Might as well have all
the cards on the table. When I stumbled into
you entering the chamber, it was because Sargon
pushed the inspector against me and grabbed the
gun. You can be sure Sir Jeffrey and Hasid are
both dead by now. And Sargon is on his way to
freedom with the jewels. Well then it's up to
us to stop him. How? What's the matter? A blank
wall. This looks like the end of the road. It
does at that. How... how do we get out of this?
That's all up to you, John. What does that mean?
It's not very difficult to figure out. You know
just where to put your hand to move this rock.
Don't you, John? I? Why should I? Because you've
been here so often before. You know. I think
so. And what I don't know, I can guess. You found
this secret entrance some time ago, and you stole
the jewels, didn't you? You've been the one that's
been delaying things while you tried to figure
out some way to get away with them. My jeep with
me as cover was the perfect way out if it hadn't
been for the sandstorm. All right. I admit it.
Which leaves you with two choices. Which are?
Stay here, or come with me. Diane, I am more
than a little in love with you, and I promise
you there's a fortune packed in your jeep that
could make us able to live like Tothmus and his
queen Haseeba. In your luggage, it could easily
be smuggled out of the country. Half of it, all
of it's yours, if you share it with me. And if
I don't? I'll have to take my chances alone,
which includes, unfortunately, leaving you shut
in here where you can't blow the whistle on me.
Two choices, huh? What else? This. What? Gun?
Where did you get that? From the inspector. And
don't think I don't know how to use it. Are you
ready to open the door now? Suppose. Suppose
I just refused the torch is beginning to burn
low again. That means we're running out of oxygen
doesn't it? Okay, you win I Hope I didn't hurt
you I had to get the gun. What are you going
to do? Oh nothing violent. That really isn't
my nature Just leave you here. With any luck,
they'll break through in time and find you. Goodbye,
Diane. You can't! Oh, please don't know. I'll
leave you the torch when I go. Damn simoom, it's
still raging! You'll never get through it! I'll
have to take my chances, that's all I have left.
I won't back! I'm sorry. Sorry for everything,
except the jewels. If you could only see them...
Well, here goes. No. No, no, no. I'm all right.
You must rest, my dear. There's time later. No,
I want to finish telling you. He was leaving
and there and he had started the door or the
statue base that closed the secret entrance and
then And suddenly the wind was too strong and
he fell back and got caught all those tons of
stone Just like the other man. I would spare
a little pity on him. Miss Elliot The other man
was my brother as Abe Irving thought he had killed
me just as successfully But I don't understand.
Why did he start to come back? His return was
involuntary. What do you mean, Mr. Sargon? He
underestimated the enduring power of an ancient
curse. He was returned to his fate. So the curse
was a real one after all. He will walk no more
among the living. nor find his way among the
dead. But thanks to you, Miss Elliot, the ancient
gods are satisfied, and the lady of whom you
are a reincarnation will also be reborn. The
doe -eyed radiant perfection of the three worlds.
Why shouldn't she be reborn? I'm in favor of
it. What man wouldn't be? I'll be back shortly.
It was Nathaniel Hawthorne, one of our American
greats, who said it. A grave, wherever found,
preaches a short and pithy sermon to the soul.
Let my comment on this tale be as brief. Let
the dead past bury its past, nor pause too much
to think on today. The future is what leads us
on. If we march to any banners, let it be to
those. Our cast included Kim Hunter, George Petrie,
Arnold Moss, Dan Occo, and Ian Martin. The entire
production was under the direction of Hyman Brown.
And now, a preview of our next tale. Johnny,
be careful. Ah, come off it Lisa. Now look, Scarlett,
if you were the devil and you want my camera,
you'd have no problem in getting it. You wouldn't
be here asking for a swap, practically begging
me to give it to you. Ordinarily, you'd be right.
But there are unalterable rules which govern
my organization, and one of them is that when
a mortal makes a legitimate purchase from us,
we're bound to a bargain. We can only ask that
he return his purchase of his own free will.
Now that I've revealed this much to you, I suggest
that you take the... Uh -uh. No deal, Nick, or
whatever your name is. You made a bargain, and
you're stuck. May I make one correction? It is
not I, Johnny, who is stuck, but you, who are
doomed. This is E .G. Marshall inviting you to
return to our mystery theater for another adventure
in the macabre. Until next time, pleasant dreams.