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Beyond Good and Evil

Mystery in the Air

Beyond Good and Evil

Aug 28 1947 



Dramatis Personae:

GENTRY (Peter Lorre)

REV. McKILLUP

LUCY

MACK

REV. PIERCE

COP

HUBBARD




MUSIC: SHIMMER OF "MYSTERY THEME"...ENGINEER: FADE IN...BUILD, THEN FADE TO BACKGROUND


MORGAN: "Mystery In The Air" starring Peter Lorre...Presented by Camel Cigarettes.


MUSIC: "MYSTERY IN THE AIR" THEME 


MCKILLUP: This, dear friends, was the man Philip Gentry....or Reverend Pierce...or whatever other name he may choose in eternity...the man whom we bury today. That night when he stood above my bed, pouring defiance and bitterness into my ears, thinking that I was paralyzed...I could both speak and write. My paralysis had been gone for many days. But I did not speak. Because I knew what Philip Gentry would do...what he had to...criminal and murderer tho he was.


MUSIC: "MYSTERY" THEME BIG-----THEN UNDER AND OUT


MORGAN: Each week at this hour, Peter Lorre brings us the excitement of the great stories of the strange and unusual...of dark and compelling masterpieces culled from the four corners of world literature. 


MUSIC: GONG...THEN SNEAK IN CURTAIN 


ROY: Tonight..."Beyond Good and Evil" starring Peter Lorre, brought to you by Camel Cigarettes! 


MUSIC: CURTAIN UP TO FINISH 


(APPLAUSE)


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MUSIC: "MYSTERY IN THE AIR" THEME TO SHIMMER..THEN DOWN AND OUT


SOUND: OFF: CHURCH CLOCK CHIMING SEVEN OUT OF MUSIC..UNDER IT FOOTSTEPS UP STEPS: CHIMES OUT: DOOR BUZZER ON MIKE: DOOR OPENS. 


LUCY: Why, Rev. Pierce! Good evening. 


LORRE: Good evening, Lucy. Is Rev. McKillup still awake? 


LUCY: Oh yes. We don't put him to bed until eight or later. 


SOUND: FOOTSTEPS: DOOR CLOSES


LUCY: Is evening service over already? 


LORRE: (FRIENDLY CHIDING) Shame on you, Lucy. A parson's daughter and you forget there is no service on Wednesdays?


LUCY: Of course! You've come to read to father. 


LORRE: There's so little I can do. If he were able to let us know in some way... 


LUCY: I can tell by his eyes. Whenever you're here...they...they fairly glow.


LORRE: Well, I suppose that helpless as he is..not able to speak or even write...my visits are at least a diversion. 


LUCY: You! You're more than a diversion. You're his....his hope


LORRE: No, Lucy, the Lord is his hope. 


LUCY: Oh yes. 


LORRE: (GENTLY) The Lord struck him down with paralysis. And in time the Lord will surely free him from it. I'll go in and try to cheer him up. 


SOUND: DOOR CLOSES: THEN FOOTSTEPS UNDER 


LORRE: (AFTER PAUSE) Good evening, Rev. McKillup. (PAUSE) (FOOTSTEPS OUT) (VOICE HARD: CYNICAL) Good evening, good evening, good evening. McKillup, you hang on my every word and you never talk back. You never have - except once..and after tonight you won't get the chance. So speak up. Reverend..why don't you? (PAUSE) No? Oh, of course..the cat's got your tongue. Yes, tonight is your last chance, Reverend. Tonight is the consummation... finis...the end. Act three curtain on a great play.... about death...redemption. About good and evil.. And I won't shrink from your eyes, McKillup. See - your eyes can't kill. But I can kill. I have the mind and the will...and the hands. I've killed one man...that you know. And tonight I'm going to kill again. 


MUSIC: PUNCTUATES AND UNDER 


LORRE: Reverend McKillup, you know who I was before I became Rev. Howard Peirce..pastor of this good and Godly community...and you know my real name...Phillip Gentry. But you never knew the soul of Phillip Gentry...the contempt....the sum of evil that was in me that night it all began. That was three months ago...a stormy night. I was crouching in a swamp with a man named Mack...because we had just escaped from prison....hiding like an animal in the deep mud and ooze...alien from the whole entire human race... 


SOUND: RAIN ESTABLISH..NIGHT NOISES: SLOSHING FOOTSTEPS (VOICES SOMEWHAT HUSHED) 


MACK: Gentry..where are you going?


LORRE: To the highway...you idiot. We've got to make time before daylight...and before the rain stops. They'll bring out the blood hounds in the morning. 


MACK: Okay. Okay, you're the boss. 


LORRE: There's the highway now. Beyond the fence. 


SOUND: FOOTSTEPS OUT 


MACK: So what do we do now? Where do we go? 


LORRE: We split up. I'll meet you in Chicago...later. 


MACK: At Gus's place? 


LORRE: At Gus's place. In two or three weeks, when the manhunt cools off. 


MACK: You won't let me down, will you, Gentry? 


LORRE: I said I'll meet you. Now get moving. Go on... fast! 


SOUND: FOOTSTEPS RUN FAST - COVERED BY MUSIC 


MUSIC: UP AND UNDER


LORRE: I walked a mile and then I saw the car. It was parked close to the edge of the road.... its headlights almost blacked out by the rain. And then by the glow of what I knew was a flashlight, I saw a man, bending into the rain, - struggling to change a tire. He was alone, so I walked up to him......... 


MUSIC: OUT 


SOUND: RAIN: FOOTSTEPS 


LORRE: Hello. Do you need help? 


PIERCE: (STARTLED) (SLIGHT FADE ON) Oh.... oh you startled me.


LORRE: I'm sorry. 


PIERCE: I didn't expect to see anyone out this late. 


LORRE: You picked a bad night for a flat. 


PIERCE: Yes. And it's the second today. I'm going to be awfully late.... 


LORRE: Here...let me... 


PIERCE: No, thank you. But if you'd hold the light. 


LORRE: Sure. (SOUND: TOOLS) Come a long way? 


PIERCE: From Detroit, I-I'm on my way to Carlton. I was supposed to get there this afternoon. I'm the new Minister there. My name's Pierce.


LORRE: I didn't notice you were a preacher. 


PIERCE: I'm taking over for old Reverend McKillup at Grace Church. He's been in bad health, so I'm taking his place. (SOUND: TOOLS)(EFFORT) My this bolt is stubborn. I can't seem to get it to.... 


LORRE: Let me have the wrench. 


PIERCE: No, really. Just hold the light. 


LORRE: I said, give me the wrench. 


PIERCE: Well, all right. It's awfully good of you...but No...Wait! What are you doing? 


LORRE: I need your car, Reverend Pierce. You're going to be even later than you thought. 


PIERCE: No...please. Please don't hit me. No! No! Help! 


SOUND: SCUFFLING FEET..TWO BLOWS ON HEAD...GROAN


MUSIC: WIPES AND DOWN 


LORRE: I hit him twice..And I can't tell you now..Reverend McKillup, what I thought..what I thought when the wrench bit into flesh and bone. Oh, I swear to you, that it was not my intention to kill. And yet I did...I killed. Yes, when I put my hand on his chest...the heart had stopped and the Reverend Howard Pierce was dead. 


MUSIC: PUNCTUATES -- THEN TO B.G. 


LORRE: Yes, McKillup...Rev. Pierce was dead..very dead. So I buried him..I buried him in my prison clothes. And soon I was dressed in his clothes. I had on his decent black and turned around collar and I was rolling..this way... 


MUSIC: OUT 


SOUND: CAR UNDER 


LORRE: And at the city limits of Carlton..my own destiny stepped in. (SOUND: SIREN UNDER) I was stopped by a traffic cop... 


SOUND: SIREN REGISTER AND OUT: CAR TO A STOP 


COP: (FADE ON) Let me see your license, buddy. 


LORRE: My license? Oh. Oh yes, I have it here. Here it is. 


COP: Howard Pierce...Occupation....Oh, a minister. I didn't notice. 


LORRE: Well - what is it, Officer? Was I speeding? 


COP: No. We're checking all cars on this road. There was a break at the state pen, two prisoners escaped - they might come this way. 


LORRE: Oh, I see 


COP: But I won't hold you up any longer, Reverend. Going far? 


LORRE: To---uh----Carlton. 


COP: Say...this is Carlton. 


LORRE: It is? Why yes...there's the sign... 


COP: Say I get it! Imagine me not catching on right away? 


LORRE: Catching on? 


COP: Sure. You must be the new preacher for Grace Church. 


LORRE: Why yes...I am. 


COP: I sing in the Grace Church choir...baritone. You going to the parsonage, now? 


LORRE: I was... 


COP: It's tricky finding it. I'm going into headquarters now and I have to go right by Rev. McKillup's house. You follow me. 


LORRE: (PIOUSLY) Thank you son. That's very nice of you. 


MUSIC: BRIDGE 


SOUND: DOOR OPENS 


COP: Hello there...Lucy. 


LUCY: Why....hello, Mr. Owen. 


COP: Guess who I'm delivering to you. It's Rev. Pierce! He's just getting out of his car. Who are you expecting, Lucy, the boy friend? 


LUCY: (ARCHLY) You mean my fiance, Mr. Tom Hubbard? 


COP: When are you two gonna get married anyway. You know everybody....Oh-here's Rev. Pierce. Reverend Pierce, here's Lucy, Reverend McKillup's daughter. 


LORRE: How do you do. 


LUCY: Oh, come in! Come in Rev. Pierce! 


SOUND: FOOTSTEPS...DOOR CLOSES. 


LUCY: Father and I have been so worried. We expected you all afternoon. 


LORRE: I had two flat tires. 


LUCY: Oh, what a shame. Father is waiting up for you in his study. 


SOUND: DOOR OPENS 


LUCY: Father..Mr. Owen's brought Reverend Pierce. 


MCKILLUP: (OFF) Rev. Pierce? Come in...come in. You and Mr. Owen wait outside for a few minutes, Lucy. 


LUCY: All right, father. 


SOUND: DOOR CLOSES: FOOTSTEPS 


MCKILLUP: (FADE ON) Sit over here, Rev. Pierce. I can't tell you how relieved I am to see you. I really couldn't bring myself to sleep tonight...without first talking to you. You see the situation's serious. 


LORRE: Serious? Why, Reverend? 


MCKILLUP: My health. I'm a sick man. I've had one stroke, as I wrote you. 


LORRE: Oh yes....I know. 


MCKILLUP: Well, I could have another one at any time! The doctor says, a worse one. And I feel it essential that the work of the parish is in firm hands. This parish needs a young man. 


LORRE: Well-----I hope to be of service, sir. 


MCKILLUP: I've heard only good of you, Rev. Pierce. And you know, you're even younger than you looked. 


LORRE: Really? 


MCKILLUP: In the picture you sent....Darker too, your hair.... 


LORRE: I'm afraid....it wasn't a good likeness. 


MCKILLUP: I have the picture here.....somewhere on my desk with your letters....... 


LORRE: Uh, what did you want to talk to me about, McKillup? 


MCKILLUP (ABSENTLY) (SOUND: PAPERS) Oh ---- all the work of the parish. Ah yes....here's the photograph. It's......it's.......Rev. Pierce! 


LORRE: Is there something wrong, Rev. McKillup? 


MCKILLUP: It's not......(PAUSE) Who are you? (ANOTHER PAUSE) This isn't your picture. Who are you? 


LORRE: (LOW) I don't think that would interest you....Rev. McKillup. 


MCKILLUP: Something's happened to Rev. Pierce! What did you do to him? You're....................you're.......... 


LORRE: What do you think I did........Rev. McKillup? 


MCKILLUP: (GROAN) 


LORRE: Go on...guess. Guess! (PAUSE: HEAVY BREATHING FROM MCKILLUP) Don't play with me, you sanctimonious fool. (ANOTHER PAUSE) Speak up....speak up! What's the matter with you! Don't tell me you've had another stroke! You can't speak? Is that it? (PAUSE) (MORE BREATHING) Well, I'll find out. I'll take that picture, Rev. McKillup. Now, if you don't....... 


SOUND: DOOR OPENS SUDDENLY....SLIGHTLY OFF 


LUCY: (OFF) Rev. Pierce....we thought we heard.... 


LORRE: Yes, Lucy. Something's happened to your Father. We were talking....and.... 


LUCY: (FADE ON) Is it.....? 


LORRE: It's another stroke. He can't speak. Apparently he can't move. 


LUCY: Father...Father.....oh what can we do? 


LORRE: We'll have to wait for the doctor. And maybe even then.... 


LUCY: I know. The doctor said he could be paralyzed for months...years....But, he mustn't die. 


LORRE: No...if we have faith, the Lord will spare him. And until the good Lord returns his health, I'll try to shepherd his flock. 


MUSIC: HITS...FADES FOR 


LORRE: Yes - and since that first time, Reverend McKillup, you've never opened your mouth again. Oh, you can stare - stare as hard as you want---that doesn't bother me....because your stare cannot kill, but I, as you know......I can.....and I will, Reverend McKillup. 


MUSIC: CURTAIN 


(APPLAUSE) 


MORGAN: In a few moments, Mr. Peter Lorre will bring us the climax of tonight's "Mystery in the Air" when Camels present Act Two of - "Beyond Good and Evil".


MUSIC: GONG 


ROY: Ask a sports champ in any field what helped him most toward success...and he'll probably say..."Experience". Yes...Experience is the Best Teacher. Take Bronc-riding Champ Jerry Ambler. His most recently won sports crown is the saddle bronc championship of the world. Experience? Why, say, Jerry's been riding broncs for eighteen years! Yes...as he recently said: 


MAN: Experience is the best teacher -- in bronc riding....and in smoking too! The cigarette for me is Camel! 


ROY: And there Jerry's like thousands and thousands of other cigarette smokers who smoked just about all the different brands during the wartime cigarette shortage. Well -- experience like that was bound to make people experts in judging the differences in cigarette quality. And, on the basis of that experience, thousands and thousands of people decided they liked Camels best..... Yes...they learned that, for rich, full flavor and cool mildness, the cigarette for them is Camel! As a result -- 


CHANDLER: (FILTER) More people are smoking Camels than ever before! 


ROY: Experience is the best teacher. Try a Camel yourself! 


MUSIC: "MYSTERY" THEME FADE UNDER AND OUT


MORGAN: Rev. McKillup - aging, paralyzed, unable to speak -- listens helplessly as Phillip Gentry, criminal and murderer, explains why he killed Rev. Pierce and assumed Pierce's clothes and identity, and describes his first sermon. 


LORRE: (FADING IN-SLIGHTLY OFF) And so in conclusion, dear friends, remember the agony of our Lord was shared by two thieves, crucified beside Him, that He might be numbered among the transgressors. And remember His words to one..."Verily, I say unto thee, today shalt thou be with me in paradise. 


SOUND: PAUSE WITH RUSTLE OF CONGREGATION 


LORRE: We will sing hymn 426...Just as I Am, Without One Plea. 


MUSIC: ORGAN BEGINS HYMN...SEGUE TO ORCHESTRA AND DOWN 


LORRE: Yes, that was my first sermon, Rev. McKillup...I saw your eyes when Lucy told you how moved the congregation was. You couldn't understand how such a thing could be done without faith. Yes, but I've been a lawyer, Rev. McKillup, and I've done a lot without faith. Oh, I've been the ideal parson you were looking for. I wish you could ask young Hubbard. Oh, you don't know he called on me. 


MUSIC: OUT 


SOUND: DOOR OPENS


HUBBARD: (OFF) Reverend Pierce....? 


LORRE: Yes? 


HUBBARD: (FADE ON) I missed your first service.. Reverend...I thought I ought to pay you a call. My name's Hubbard. I-- 


LORRE: I know. You're in the choir. Come in - make yourself comfortable. 


HUBBARD: Thank you. 


LORRE: What is your business, Mr. Hubbard? 


HUBBARD: I work at the bank. I'm chief teller. 


LORRE: That's a very responsible job for a young man. 


HUBBARD: I suppose it is. But I don't have much more responsibility than the other tellers, except at the end of the month. Then it's a strain. 


LORRE: The end of the month...? 


HUBBARD: Sure....that's when I...(EMBARRASSED LAUGH) You know, I've never told anyone about this, so even with you.... 


LORRE: Well, if it's confidential... 


HUBBARD: Oh...naturally, not so far as you're concerned, Reverend Pierce. You see, the thirtieth of the month we move all our deposits to the Federal Reserve Bank. 200,000 dollars or more! You can see how I wouldn't want some people to know that. 


LORRE: You mean...you take the deposits...alone...? 


HUBBARD: Oh, no. That'd be even worse than it is. No, there's an armored truck comes to take the money.... 


LORRE: Surely the bank takes adequate precautions.... 


HUBBARD: Oh, I have a gun. And there's an alarm system...but I'm all alone! Sometimes when I'm sitting there at my desk, I think how easy it would be. All someone would have to do is shoot me through the glass door. Why, even if the alarm rang, it'd be ten minutes or more before the police got there. 


LORRE: After all, this is a very quiet community. 


HUBBARD: Well...I guess that's what the directors of the bank figure. 


LORRE: The only possible danger I can see would be from too many people knowing what you've told me. The wrong people. And you say you don't talk.... 


HUBBARD: Oh, no, Reverend Pierce. I've never told a soul....except you. 


MUSIC: IN AND UNDER 


LORRE: Faith...McKillup. I say I did a lot without faith... But not without faith in my own shining destiny. Out of all this community's thirty-five thousand souls, Hubbard chose me to share his secret. (LAUGHS) He even told me the truck didn't come for the money until 9:30 at night. As soon as Hubbard had gone, I wrote a letter to Mack....you remember I told him to wait for me in Chicago. And in that letter, I explained the setup and asked him to be at the bank at nine p.m. on the thirtieth. 


MUSIC: SWELL...THEN: 


LORRE: In the meantime, I continued to play my saintly part, warmed by adulation...warmed by love...Because even you could see what was happening to your daughter...your very beautiful daughter, Lucy. She fell in love with me. And believe me, Lucy was a great help...blinded by what she called love. If I made a slip....she was there to help me cover up. And what did I feel? Love? With Lucy, as long as the word "love" served me, I used it. But last week, on Wednesday, when I came in the evening to read to you...I realized it could also be a source of great danger! 


MUSIC: OUT 


SOUND: DOOR OPENS 


LUCY: Oh...Howard...Howard...you're all I've waited for...all day... 


LORRE: Let me look at you. You look so happy. 


LUCY: Howard, I've the most wonderful news! Guess! 


LORRE: How can I guess? 


LUCY: Well, I've never breathed a word to Father about us because you asked me not to..not until he can talk to us and give his blessing...


LORRE: Lucy, you didn't... 


LUCY: No...not yet. But the Doctor was here today. And he told me Father will speak again, soon..any day now. The doctor doesn't know why he hasn't already..(PAUSE) Isn't that wonderful? 


LORRE: Yes...yes, it is. 


LUCY: Howard, what's the matter? 


LORRE: Nothing's the matter. 


LUCY: But there is. I can see..... 


LORRE: Well, I was going to tell you before, my dear..You see... well.....I can't marry you. Not ever. 


LUCY: You can't? 


LORRE: Please...You mustn't ask me why. 


LUCY: (MISERABLE) It's because you don't love me. 


LORRE: Believe me, Lucy, you must go on and live your life as if you'd never met me. 


LUCY: As if I'd never met you. Do you know what that means? 


LORRE: Whatever it means. 


LUCY: It means I'll marry Tom Hubbard and you'll perform the service. You'll be the one to make me Mrs. Tom Hubbard! 


LORRE: Who? Who did you say? 


LUCY: Tom Hubbard. I'll be a banker's wife. (PAUSE) Well...? 


LORRE: (PAUSE) I...I never knew his name, before. Well, no matter what you think, Lucy. I'm sure you'll be happy. 


LUCY: Oh...(BEGINS TO SOB) 


LORRE: I have to go in to see your Father now, Lucy. Try to be brave. 


LUCY: (SOBBING FADE OUT UNDER) 


SOUND: FOOTSTEPS...DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES..FOOTSTEPS UNDER 


LORRE: Good evening, Rev. McKillup. Oh, you poor voiceless..brainless, harmless old Rev. McKillup. I'm told you may be able to talk again! I hear someday you're going to speak! Well, I have one week to wait...that's all. One week...and you're a danger. (DELIBERATE) And therefore I ought to kill you, Reverend. I ought to kill you now. 


MUSIC: IN AND UNDER 


LORRE: Don't ask me why I didn't kill you, Rev. McKillup. I suppose killing will always be distasteful to me...a job for cruder minds. If it happens that my neat habits turn in a good deed now and then, that doesn't make me a boy scout. I might not like to think of Lucy...only two days married, so soon to be a widow. So soon. In half an hour. Because, in half an hour Mack is going to kill Tom Hubbard as he sits at his desk. And in half an hour I'll have two hundred thousand dollars and I'll be free. You hear? 


MUSIC: SWELL 


LORRE: Well, Reverend...Now that you know the real Phillip Gentry, do you understand? I doubt it. I doubt if you with your Good Book, your years of tending the good sheep in the rich green pastures here could ever understand one tenth of what a man like me feels... It doesn't matter. I don't need your understanding. Good night, Reverend. Sleep well. 


MUSIC: BRIDGE 


SOUND: SOFT TAPPING ON DOOR 


HUBBARD: (STARTLED) Who..who is it? 


LORRE: (MUFFLED) It's Reverend Pierce, Tom...let me in. 


HUBBARD: Oh..Reverend Pierce. Just a minute. 


SOUND: DOOR OPENS 


HUBBARD: I wanted to make sure. You see, this is the night when the truck--- 


LORRE: Yes, I remembered. That's how I knew where to find you. 


HUBBARD: Did you want something? 


LORRE: Lucy's feeling sick. I came to send you home. 


HUBBARD: Lucy! But I can't! I have to stay! 


LORRE: I can stay for you. 


HUBBARD: Gee...I don't know...I'm supposed to stay until -- 


LORRE: But Lucy's calling for you, Tom. 


HUBBARD: She's really sick? (PAUSE) Well, all right. I guess with you here, it'll be all right. 


LORRE: Just tell me what to do. 


HUBBARD: Well, that's the money...all ready in those sacks. 


LORRE: Yes..and I sit here? 


HUBBARD: Yes, right at this desk. Gee, I don't know what the directors will think. 


LORRE: Run along, Tom. They'll never know. Why, even if someone walks by..from the outside, they'll never know if it's you or me...sitting here. 


MUSIC: BRIDGE 


SOUND: TWO OR THREE SHOTS ON MIKE 


MACK: That got him. Right through the head. 


SOUND: BROKEN GLASS DOOR OPENED - STEALTHY FOOTSTEPS 


MACK: He ought to have the money ready..near him... 


LORRE: (SLIGHTLY OFF) (WEAK) Mack.... 


MACK: What! Who's there? 


LORRE: (SLIGHT OFF) (WEAK) Mack...come here, Mack. 


MACK: Gentry! Gentry! 


LORRE: (FADE ON) (WEAK) Yes, it's Gentry, Mack. 


MACK: But...something's screwy! You said in your letter -- 


LORRE: I know..I didn't have a chance to tell you....the plans were changed. 


MACK: (ALMOST SOBBING) Gentry! Honest, Gentry, I didn't mean... 


LORRE: I know. You'd better go. I'm dying, Mack.


MACK: I ain't going to leave you here. What d'you think? 


LORRE: Yes, you are. (PAUSE) They won't get me, Mack. I'm dying. You go on, now..only you won't be able to take the money. The plan is all changed. 


MACK: Okay...that doesn't matter...the money... 


LORRE: (MUSING) Remember me when Thou comest into Thy Kingdom... 


MACK: What...what are you talking about?


LORRE: That's from the Bible, Mack. You wouldn't know it, I guess. It's from the Bible. It was said by a thief. 


MUSIC: UP AND UNDER


MCKILLUP: This, dear friends, was the man Philip Gentry...or Reverend Pierce..or whatever other name he may choose in eternity...the man whom we bury today. That night when he stood above my bed, pouring defiance and bitterness into my ears, thinking that I was paralyzed... I could both speak and write. My paralysis had been gone for many days. But I did not speak. Because I knew what Philip Gentry would do..what he had to do. I knew what he denied....that to accomplish work as he had in God's vineyard, a man must have faith, even though he deny that faith. That is why, in spite of all, he protects my daughter's happiness. That is why he could not kill me. For the work he did here had moulded him, in spite of himself, into a man who was truly a servant of God. To such a man our Lord would say, "Verily, I say unto you, today shalt thou be with me in paradise". 


MUSIC: UP TO CURTAIN 


(APPLAUSE


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VOICE: (FILTER) According to a nationwide survey, more doctors smoke Camels than any other cigarette. 


MUSIC: "MYSTERY IN THE AIR" THEME...FADE UNDER TO BACKGROUND


MORGAN: Next week, "Mystery in the Air" starring Mr. Peter Lorre, brings you "The Mask of Medusa" by Nelson Bond with a special musical score composed and conducted by Paul Baron.


MUSIC: COMMERCIAL LEAD IN..FADE OUT ON CUE. 


HITCHHIKE 


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MUSIC: "MYSTERY" THEME UP...AND FADE TO B.G. FOR: 


ROY: Listen again next week at this same time when the makers of Camel Cigarettes present Mr. Peter Lorre in "Mystery In The Air". 


The artists supporting Mr. Lorre tonight were: 

____________________________


HENRY MORGAN..........as "The Voice of Mystery" 

PEGGY WEBBER..........as Lucy 

JOHN BROWN............as Rev. McKillup 

HOWARD CULVER.........as Mack 

JACK EDWARDS, JR......as Hubbard 

and RUSSELL THORSON...as Rev. Pierce 

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This is Michael Roy in Hollywood wishing you all a pleasant - goodnight - for Camels. 


(APPLAUSE


MUSIC: THEME TO FINISH 


NBC ANNCR: THIS IS NBC....THE NATIONAL BROADCASTING COMPANY 


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