Welcome. I'm E .G. Marshall. Once again, be my
guest on a strange journey. A weird, wild trip
through a mysterious, uncharted terrain bounded
only by your imagination. There's an expression,
the night of the long knives. And it has come
to mean an orgy of murder. And it usually follows
a rebellion. or a civil war. It's a time when
many of those on the winning side take the opportunity
to settle some personal scores. Why are you leaving,
Roberto? It isn't obvious who can live here any
longer. There is another woman. Pilar, there
never was. There never will be another woman.
You are going to her? There is nothing here for
me any longer. That's a lie. Pilar, won't you
understand? Yes, I understand one thing. You
are tired of me! Pilar, one day, as soon as...
If I cannot have you, no one will! But I tell
you, there is no one else! Roberto, don't leave
me! Goodbye, Pilar! drama, The Longest Night,
was written especially for the Mystery Theatre
by Sam Dan and stars Bryna Rayburn. It is sponsored
in part by the Kellogg Company, makers of Kellogg's
Special K Cereal, and New Sugar Free Diet 7 Up.
I'll be back shortly with Act One. We're about
to discover one of those little -known, out -of
-the -way restaurants where the food can only
be described as heavenly. It's a safe bet. You've
never heard of a place called Mama Pilar's. It
is located in a tiny seaport village called Puerto
San Jorge in an obscure Latin American country.
It's a long way to travel for dinner, but be
assured, it's worth it. Mama Pilar's doesn't
look like very much. It's small, dark, narrow,
but don't let that put you off. Seated at his
usual table near the door is a chubby, pleasant
-looking middle -aged man named Siriaco. Siriaco
is unable to talk, but his guitar speaks for
him. Tonight, the only customers in the place
of Pete and Marge Miller. And they are obviously
young, North American, and newly married. This?
This is the finest restaurant in the entire world?
Darling, taste is the test. Now, come on, bear
with me. Pete, whose picture is that on the wall?
He's just like one of those funny admirals in
a Gilbert and Sullivan operetta. Marge, come
on, don't talk like that, as if... As if what?
Well, as if you're back home in a free country.
Well, you see that picture everywhere. Is he
some local wheel? Angel, he is THE wheel. No
kidding. He is the generissimo numero uno, our
maximum leader. Even so, he looks like a pig.
Marge. Now, you can't talk like that in public.
Besides, he's the client. He's the man I was
sent here to sell, and you'd better pray for
him. How can I pray for him? Instinctively, I
hate him. You can see evil all over his face.
He's a very sick man. Oh, really? I understand
he has severe ulcers. He had eats like a pig.
Now you said the word. Here she comes. The great
lady, Mama Pilar, herself. Welcome to this house.
You don't remember me, Mama Pilar? Of course
I remember you, Senor Miller, but... Well, I
thought it best not to say so. Oh, why? Well,
I see this charming young lady as your wife.
Perhaps she is not supposed to know you were
here before. Now, what would you like for your
dinner? Mamma Pilar, we are in your hands. Good.
I hope you are hungry. It is quite a character.
It's amazing. Dictator, what's his name? General
Zariya. Zariya? He actually does look like a
pig. Now Marge, you simply cannot be... I come
from Iowa. I know a hog when I see one. You are
a guest in a foreign country, and you should
have enough good sense that... He's always so
afraid I'll say something to embarrass him. We
will have to socialize with this man. Be proud
of me. I've tried her so charmingly no one ever
will suspect that I've got a brain in my head.
What? What is that? Oh! Divine aroma! Aha! Well,
you've tasted! And now, good friends, your dinner!
Oh! What is that? Food? That is all? That's all!
What a song! Notes! But it's how these things
are put together! Oh, thank you, signora! You
have been married long? This is our honeymoon.
And also a business. True. Well, can the two
be combined? You will be here a while? My company
is working on a development plan with General
Zaria. Ah, yes. The leader will make us into
a great nation. One day we will all be rich.
Ah, sure. He promised. Well, don't bet on it.
You think he lies? At least. I think. Marge.
No, no. Tell me, senora. Who has poisoned you
against our leader? The traitors? The cowards
and doubters who fear to believe? You are a foreigner,
so how can you understand that I love my leader
because I love my country? When he fought the
old government, that unholy alliance of thieves
and oppressors, when he called for volunteers...
I gave this man my only son. Go, I said to Ramon,
follow him. And today, my Ramon is a captain.
And one day he will invite me to the capital
city and present me to the leader. Forgive me,
I talk too much. Well, see what the wind blew
in, a beggar. Momo, be loud. Yes, old woman.
You found me. If you are mama bella, I have a
letter for you. A letter? For me? From your son.
From Ramon? How is he? When did you last see
Ramon? I have no time here. Take your letter.
But what do I want to talk to you? Oh well. A
letter. Oh the devil Ramon. You think he'd come
by to visit his old mother? No, no. Well, he
is busy. Senora, you read, I am sure. Me? I never
did learn. Would you be so... I'm sure that must
be something private between you and your son.
No, no, no. Someone will have to read it to me.
It would be a favor, senora. All right. What
does he say? His letters are always so amusing.
My dearest little mother. When you receive this
letter, I will be dead. Read. Read. Our leader
has betrayed us. We thought we fought for freedom,
but he has made slaves of us all. Mama, he is
a madman, and now that he realizes I know him,
he will kill me with his own hands. Avenge me,
mama. Avenge me. My last thoughts are of you,
the loving son Ramon. You lie! You lie! You make
up this ugly falsehood because you hate the leader!
I'm sorry. Mommy Pilar, can we help you? Leave
me. Well, if you need anything, we'll be in the
capital city. Goodbye, Mommy Pilar. You see that
face? The face that looks down upon us from the
wall? I will kill him, Siriaco. I will kill him
with my own hands. And after I have killed him,
I will weep for Ramón. Marge? Marge, darling,
I'm sorry a thing like this had to happen. Pete?
Hmm. I know you have a job to do in this country.
But I can't take any part in it. I will not socialize
with that man. I will not visit his palace. He
will not be invited to my home. But darling...
I refuse to discuss it. All right, dear. All
right. My leader, you are breaking your diet.
Shut up! Yes, my leader. What appointments have
I this afternoon, Escobar? Dr. Suarez is due
here at any moment. Then the young North American
engineer, Senor Peter Miller. Is there more meat?
My leader, what will Dr. Suarez say when he sees
you have broken your diet? I am starved. Dr.
Suarez. Get rid of that slop. I gave you a diet.
What are you doing? I must eat. I'm not a bird,
I'm a man. You are a self -indulgent fat slob.
See Escobar, see how he talks to me. I'll kill
you if you address our leader as a... Be quiet,
you obscene little rodent. You, open your shirt.
I don't care if the man is a doctor, he must
have respect for our... Why don't you like me?
Roll up your sleeve, I will take your blood pressure.
I tolerate you because you are the best doctor
in the country. But take care now you provoke
me be moderate exactly my prescription for you,
but I can't leave without good food wine then
die You're not the only doctor in the nation
as indeed not fetch some quack some bootlicking
flower and him what to prescribe I'm sure the
charlatan will oblige you and in three months.
You will be a dead man Good day I will be here
tomorrow. He's right. The dog. Moderation. I'll
see the North American. Sending, Senor Pita Miller.
Moderation. Moderation and abstinence. That's
the way to live forever. You must keep me to
that diet, Escobar. Keep me to that diet. Your
Excellency? Yes, sir. I have here the report
on all the preliminary studies. Have you? Yes,
sir. An overall program to build hospitals, schools,
bridges, aqueducts, rain swamps. We can transform
the entire country. Can you? Yes. Now, if you'll
examine these papers. Be not, sir. Be silent.
Mr. Miller, do you know what you are? You, sir,
are a barbarian. You enter a man's office and
with absolutely no regard for the amenities.
You start slapping your business documents all
over his desk. A thousand pardons, Your Excellency.
Is it your impression that you will have me sign
these documents and be on an aircraft bound for
the United States within the hour? No, sir. I'm
completely at your disposal, sir. I understand
your lovely wife is with you. How is she? Fine.
We shall hold a reception in her honor tonight
at the palace. I'm afraid she's not feeling well.
It's been a long trip. She's not a good traveler.
Oh, I'm sorry. Perhaps tomorrow. Yes, sir. Or
the day after. Now, be sure to convey my warmest
personal regards to your lovely bride and...
And let us know when she will find it convenient
to honor us with her presence. Yes, yes, sir.
Good day. Good today, sir. Now, what remains
to be done today, Escobar? Ramon. Ah, yes. Ramon.
He waits in his cell. We shall miss Ramon. He
was a fine boy. He was a traitor. A criminal.
Is there a family? He never spoke of anyone.
Ah, these ambitious, hungry boys. They get big
ideas. And soon they grow ashamed of the old
peasant mama back on the farm. Where whoever
she is, wherever she may be, let her believe
her boy died a hero. Just say something nice
on the radio, Escobar. Yes, my friends. This
brilliant young soldier, a hero of the Holy Revolution,
was one of our leader's closest companions. Patriots,
mourn for the man our leader called my friend
Ramon. Swine. I will avenge you, my little Ramon.
I will avenge you. Oh, Cyriaco, did you get the
flowers? Oh! Oh, what a beautiful bouquet! Thank
you, Siriacco. Thank you. And now, dear friend,
we must practice. I will stand outside the palace
gate and wait for him to come. And you, pretend
to be the pig. Now, now, you are leaving the
palace. Start walking toward me. I call out my
leader! You hear a woman's voice. You look. You
see the peasant. Her face, it shines with adoration.
I hold out this bouquet, and because you are
a depraved and evil man, the sight of sincerity
must always amuse you. You step forward to receive
my homage, my gift. I extend it eagerly, lovingly.
And as you reach out to take it, my right hand
with... draws the knife from inside the flowers
and I step and frost. Mama Pilar has prepared
many a peppery plate in her lifetime. But now
she is assembling the ingredients for the most
pungent dish of all. Revenge. The recipe will
come to a boil when I return shortly with Act
Two. Intense love, violent hate. These can be
two sides of the very same coin. And just as
a coin can be flipped, So can the human emotions.
Mama Pilar worshipped General Zaria, the dictator
of her country, until he murdered her only son.
Now she regards him as a pig to be slaughtered.
And with this object in mind, she approaches
the presidential palace. In her hand is a beautiful
bouquet of flowers. Hidden among the stems is
a knife. Clutching the bouquet, Mama Pilar addresses
the soldier who stands guard at the gate. Senor,
I beg your pardon. Can you tell me if our leader
will be leaving the palace today? Why do you
want to know? Well, I want to give him this lovely
bouquet of flowers. How do I know there is not
a bomb hidden inside those rose buds? Oh, you
better feed it. But why? It's going to get very
rough around here. surrounded by his personal
bodyguards. Nobody ever gets within 50 yards
of him. You'll be okay, you just fainted. No.
Oh, now don't cry. Don't cry. Don't let me alone.
You're pretty lucky, you know. We used to have
a captain of the guard. He'd give orders to kill
people. Don't cry. Don't cry. Why don't you just
go home? You must sign these death sentences,
my leader. How much longer must I wait for food?
until 2 .30. Six quarters of an hour. What can
I have, eh? A carrot. A carrot. Don't let me
cheat. I warn you. Don't let me cheat. Yes? It's
Senior Peter Willett. Admit him. Let him in.
Dr. Suarez, a swine. You know what he's right.
You must not let me cheat. Your Excellency? Sit.
Thank you. I have here the reports of a field...
Tell me, Mr. Miller, why doesn't your wife like
me? Oh, sir... You may ask why should it matter
to me if the spouse of some... some machinery
peddler, which is all you really are, dislikes
me. But sir... I have feelings! I dislike being
snubbed. I am entitled to courtesy. I deserve
consideration. I have the right to be taken seriously
as a human being. Who is your wife? No, sir.
No, sir. But, sir, you won't do. For two weeks
now you have refused all my invitations. My wife
is still somewhat indisposed. May I send her
our own physician, a man of international repute?
Well, I think it's just a matter of getting,
you know, used to the climate. Yeah, of course,
of course, of course. You must remember to give
her my regards. Yes, sir. I have some reports
here. Reports? Business? On such a glorious day?
What do you... Excellency, the time grows short.
Time, my dear boy, grows neither short nor long.
She maintains her own steady rhythm despite all
our futile efforts to hurry or delay her. Until
tomorrow. Yes, sir. And if your lovely bride
is sufficiently recovered... Bring her with you
for cocktails. I mean tea. Good day. Good day,
sir. How much longer, Escobar? Exactly 37 minutes.
See to it. It must be a very long... beings what
an astonishing lot we are after all that has
happened we meet by chance and it's hello Roberto
hello Pilar we have not met by chance Roberto
I have come here to talk to you oh the last time
you talked to me you denounced me as an enemy
of the revolution it was here right here On this
very street. Please, Roberto. What you did? I
lost my job, my property, most of my teeth. But
that's no matter. There's not much to eat nowadays,
anyhow. Roberto. Are you going to denounce me
again, Pilar? You... You have every right to
make this difficult for me. Roberto, read this
letter. Read it. I don't read... from Ramon yes
for the love of God Roberto read it very well
pillar read and realize it is Ramon who writes
yes I see it is Ramon who has written and now
that I have read it is that all you can say what
is there to say I say I am going to kill the
pig. Don't let me delay you. Roberto, listen,
I cannot do it alone. He's surrounded by his
guards, but I don't have to do it alone. I can
join the resistance. Roberto, please, let me
join the resistance. What have I to do with the
resistance? But you need me. The resistance needs
me. I am tired. I am strong. I fear nobody. And
I have grown old. And I can help the resistance.
Pity me, Roberto, pity me. The fighting resistance
will meet tonight. Thank you, Roberto. In your
cafe. In my...? Why not? It's the safest place
in the city. That you, Pete? Yeah, Mark, it's
me. What about dinner? Ah, we'll have to send
out. Oh, I see. I'm still being punished. Well,
how can we be seen anywhere? I said you were
indisposed. Well, why'd you say that? What else
could I tell him? The truth. I don't care for
his company. Yeah. Yeah, indeed. Another cozy
evening at home with the Millers. P. Murch. Oh,
you got a call from New York. Mr. Lowry. Oh,
they're getting nervous. I don't have result
number one as yet. You just won't understand
why I refuse to see that man. Marge, Marge, it's
okay to have principles. As long as you don't
practice them. Listen, we can really help these
people. We'll drain swamps, cut down disease,
raise food, create industry. Give them the strength
to rise up and fight him. That's how to destroy
Zarya. Well, I... Honey, I'm right. You know
I'm right. Okay. Now you're finally doing the
right thing. You really do believe that my only
mission is to keep you happy. I'm not a human
being in my own right. Oh, for crying out loud,
there you go again. What do you mean, there I
go again? I have no thoughts, no feelings of
my own. I'm even required to give up my own honeymoon
because you don't have the backbone to stand
up to a two -bit would -be Hitler who needs your
machinery more than you need his business. I
didn't say I wouldn't. Where are you going? in
this ball. Roberto, will it be all right if I
say a few words? Yes. I will tell everyone who
comes here tonight, never despair, never give
up. Can I say this at the meeting? Of course.
You told everyone about the meeting to come here?
Yes. Good. When will the meeting begin? Now.
I call the meeting to order. Who wishes the floor?
But where is everyone? Here. You lied to me.
You didn't tell the others. I couldn't tell the
others. They are dead. But you said the resistance
would meet tonight. The only organized resistance
to Eduardo Guillermo Carlos Vicente Zoria, known
as the Pig, is assembled in this room. My precious
Pilar, the strong and the quick are now the weak
and the dead. You stood by while that obscene
swine destroyed the resistance. Now you call
on it to avenge your son. Our son? I would have
acknowledged him. I would have married you. What
kind of man marries a woman out of pity? What
kind of woman denounces a man out of hate? Is
there any new business? Any proposals? I propose
we kill the pig. There has already been violence
enough. Other resolutions? None? Unless the chair
hears to the contrary this meeting stands adjourned.
Good night, Pilar. Good night, Roberto. Good
night, Siriaco. Remember, Siriaco, the little
American girl who read me the letter? He looks
like a fig, she said. Just like that. A skinny
little girl. looks at his picture and says, pig.
You know what makes her so wise, Siriaco? She
thinks. There you have it. She and Roberto, thinkers.
They would say, we have a problem. What is the
most effective way to kill a pig? But what do
they know about killing pigs? They are thinkers,
philosophers, aristocrats. Oh no, I know how
to kill a pig. Tell me, Sriyako, tell me. Do
I know how to kill a pig? There are probably
many ways to kill a pig. But all of them have
one basic requirement for success. It is necessary
first to have your pig firmly in hand. Till now,
this has been Mama Pilar's fundamental problem.
However, we can depend on her to solve it when
we return shortly with Act 3. Marge Miller is
a young newlywed who is having the first fight
of her marriage. and permit us to say, it's a
beaut. The reason may sound familiar. She refuses
to socialize with her husband's client. It acquires
deeper dimension when we consider that the client
also happens to be the absolute dictator of a
small nation. However, here comes Mama Pilar
with her own score to settle. And does she bring
salvation? or disaster. No, no, I'm sorry, Pilar.
It's out of the question. Why does the senora
insist I wish to kill somebody? It's not just
somebody. Zoria. Me? Kill my leader? Why else
would you want to prepare a dinner for him? Senora,
I am growing old. Running a restaurant is too
much for me. I'm looking for a job, and your
husband's work, Signora, requires you to entertain.
You need a good cook. No, no, we don't entertain
at all. Oh, but you should, Signora, you should!
And don't you shout that. Besides, if I let you
cook a meal for old Zoria, you'll bury a knife
in him the minute he walks in. I will not! On
my word of honor! Well, you'd spike his soup
with arsenic. I will not! On my word of honor,
I will do nothing to... I'd believe you, but
Pete would never buy it. Why not? Why not? Well,
let's just say he's very nervous and upset right
now. Ah, then you have a problem. Such a man
is no good to a woman. We must relax him, restore
his desire for romance. Amen. Now suppose, just
suppose you said to your husband, Invite the
leader here for dinner. You're trying to sneak
up on me? I said, just suppose. Well, what would
he do? I guess he'd flap. That must mean something
good, eh? No, there is no need to tell him I
will cook the dinner until, well, until everyone
arrives. And then it will be too late for him
to object. How simple it is. Simple and deceitful.
Why do you want to prepare a meal for Zoya? I
have my reason. Sure. I want to help my husband
do his job. But I can't very well have his client
killed at my dining room table. Senora, this
dinner will resurrect your marriage. Makes you
think that my marriage needs to be... When a
bride sits alone all afternoon, emptying glasses,
filling ashtrays... Oh, no, no, no, little one,
don't cry. I promise you, this dinner will bring
you both joy and happiness. It will restore your
love, revive your honeymoon. But you promise,
word of honor, you won't kill him here. My word
of honor, I won't kill him anywhere. Mr. Miller,
now I understand. If my wife were as charming
as yours, I would also keep her hidden. Oh, thank
you, Your Excellency. Well, we want you to share
an important event with us. This is to be Marge's
first home -cooked meal. Oh, now dear, I didn't
say I would cook the dinner myself. I hired some
help. We even have music. Ciddiaco, play for
us, please. Your Excellency, your eating schedule.
Oh, yes. Yes, Escobar. Thank you. My dearest
Mrs. Miller, someone to cook. Oh, certainly.
Billard! George, what are you doing? Relax. No
matter what happens, remember, I love you. Your
Excellency. Your name is Billard? Yes, my leader.
You are not from this city. I would know their
hill country accent anywhere. Now, don't tell
me. Where is San Jorge? I was born there, my
leader. That's the real country. Those are the
real people. Now, my good Pilar, prepare for
me. Two boiled eggs, three minutes. You tell
the time? Yes, my leader. Three minutes, no more,
no less. Tea with one teaspoon of skim milk.
Toast one dry slice thing. But Your Excellency,
we... I am on the strictest diet, my dear. Oh,
forgive me. Please, forgive me. I didn't know.
Pilar, you'll serve all of us. Eggs, tea, and
toast. I forbid it! Not that you are so sweet,
sympathetic, sensitive, my dear, but I must forbid
it. Pilar, you will serve your master, mistress,
and Captain Escobar the prepared meal. Yes, my
leader. It's your excellency. We have no right
to enjoy something like... This is something
I must learn to live with. It's for the best.
What is food? Merely a fuel. With me, it was
once a passion. Now that passion is spent, it
is burned out completely. May I serve now, senora?
Will you? Yes, I suppose so. Your true passion's
stuck, that one. Where on earth did you find
her? Oh, sir, you must never ask a lady where
she finds her help. These must remain a little
secret. Oh! Oh, smell that! Oh! Smell that! I
have not seen beef... marinated San Jorge style
in years. Oh, Pilar, you are a genius. Thank
you, my leader. I don't know if I'm hungry. Are
you hungry? But we have no right to enjoy gourmet
cooking while you are... My dear, my dear, this
is not gourmet cooking. This is hill country
cooking. I was weaned on it that... Let me tell
you how that divine fragrance and flavor is achieved.
The meat is first soaked in specially spiced
wine, then marinated in a special spice and garlic
sauce. The exact recipe is a secret handed down
from mother to daughter. But Your Excellency,
we have no right to do this to you. We should
send it back to the kitchen. No. No, I curb my
passions. Enjoy and enjoy yourselves. I command
you to enjoy yourselves. My leader, your eggs,
tea, and toast. Thank you, my dear Pilar. Thank
you. There you are. See? You'll see how quickly
I have fueled my engine. Every dozen bites, a
couple of swallows. And I am done. You have scarcely
begun. You will fritter away your lives at the
table, whereas I shall have endless hours free
for work, for study, and for... and for... Oh,
well. Oh, well, I don't see how just perhaps
the tiniest piece of that meat could do me any
real harm. Yes, my leader. Let go of her arm,
Escovar. My leader, I am only doing my duty.
You deserve a decoration. Make note of it. Now,
Pilar, that piece that... And then that one.
Oh, fine, fine. Splendid. Oh, this is every bit
the way I remember. Oh, this is the pulls of
the guns. My leader? Special, spiced wine is
always served with this. Oh, I have it here,
my leader. Yes, yes, ay! This is... Oh, good
night. I'm renewing myself. More meat, Pilar.
Where did he put it, Pete? Where? I don't know.
Your Excellency, your diet! You shouldn't eat
this much in a week! Hey, hey, mom! My glass
is empty. My plate's empty. Oh, this is heavenly.
Where has the shining light been hidden? Pilar,
more meat, more of everything. You work for these
good people, Pilar. Yes, my leader. When they
go home. Oh, well, I must find another place
to cook. No. Your doctor lies. What have you
said? Oh, please, my leader, admit no harm. All
my life I have prepared food. It never hurt anyone.
How can a doctor blame food? Yes, my country
man. All the men in my family, my father, my
brothers, my son, they always ate what I cooked.
Not one was ever sick. My leader, this is food.
This is life. It was so good. ever heard of doctors
at the hill country my father died at 95 my father
was drowned in a disease he was trying to swim
the San Jorge River to visit the most beautiful
widow in the province mr. Miller mrs. Miller
yes sir you have made me aware of something I
seem to have forgotten my roots I lost them but
I find them here just in time yes yes I shall
be nourished by the food of my peasant ancestors.
Escobar, dismiss that quack, Dr. Suarez. But,
Your Excellency... Mr. Miller, why have you come
to this country? To make your fortune, eh? Well,
your fortune is made. Create, build, construct,
send me engineers, teachers, technicians, designers.
Have the necessary papers ready for signature
in the morning. Sure, Your Excellency. See? You
are successful beyond your wildest dreams. Your
Excellency, think me by giving me this woman,
Pilar. Would you like to live in the palace?
My leader, what does a peasant woman know of
the palace? The kitchen. You shall rule over
the kitchen. I? Me? To cook for my leader? I
am only a plain peasant woman. So I? It was a
plot. A plot, Excellency? A clever plan to kill
me. How? They would starve me to death. Pilar,
is there more meat? Oh, yes, my leader. Of course,
I have learned a lesson, even from my enemies.
Moderation. I shall enjoy good food, but in moderation.
And what does my leader desire for his breakfast?
Do I solicit your advice on the training of groups,
the administration of justice? Do not consult
me. Prepare what you choose. Is there dessert?
Of course, my leader. I'll go and help Pilar
serve. Pilar, see? I gave you my word of honor.
But you are going to kill him. You see that man.
He can't help himself. Neither can a pig. It's
the nature of the animal, but peel her. Look
at him. A knife, a bullet, a few grains of poison.
Much too swift, much too merciful. Oh, this is
better. I have seen swines stuffed like him.
They die slowly, badly, in agony. Much better.
Oh, be happy, señora. I have kept my word. And
you have won your husband again. Pilar, the dessert.
Time once again to stop the pig. Coming, my leader.
We have a simple sweet. A simple sweet? Yes,
señor. We call it the Mountain of San Jorge.
Whipped cream, ice cream, chocolate, preserves,
nuts, fruit. Pilar, Pilar. Dear good friends,
you... You have renewed my life! Your plate,
my leader. Escobar! Have Dr. Soiree shocked at
once? There is plenty more in the kitchen, my
leader. I can hardly wait for breakfast. What
shall we have, Belar? Oh, you said for me to
surprise you. You will serve me always, Belar.
Say, say you do. You will serve me always. You
are my leader. I will serve... as some people
might say what a way to go but this is something
the mama till ours of the world understand if
you can't get to a man's heart with a knife another
way and a better way is to get there through
his stomach I shall return shortly The pen is
mightier than the sword. This sentiment was written
by a man and can be dismissed as male chauvinist
propaganda. What every woman knows is that mightier
than the pen or the sword is the knife and the
fork. If you don't believe it, just ask Mama
Gilar. Our cast included Bryna Rayburn, Marion
Seldas, Jack Grimes, Leon Jani, and Gil Mack.
The entire production was under the direction
of Hyman Brown. This is E .G. Marshall inviting
you to return to our Mystery Theater for another
adventure in the macabre. Until next time, pleasant
dreams.