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Dangerous Paradise - Script No. 01

Dangerous Paradise

Script No. 01

Oct 25 1933


ANNOUNCER, Alois Havrilla

ANNOUNCER, Westbrook Van Voorhees








Ladies and gentlemen, you are about to hear the opening episode of a new and heart-gripping romance entitled--"Dangerous Paradise", starring Elsie Hitz and Nick Dawson.

"Dangerous Paradise" is presented to you by the makers of Woodbury's Facial Powder and Woodbury's Facial Soap. At the end of this program we will tell you how you can try Woodbury's Facial Powder free.



But now to "Dangerous Paradise", with Miss Hitz as Gail Brewster, young, attractive, by profession a newspaper feature writer, with a flair for adventure and the confidence that she knows her way around; and Mr. Dawson as Dan Gentry, young, also venturesome, and convinced that the loss of his fortune and a disappointing love affair have qualified him as the world's most hard-boiled cynic and a record-breaking breaker of idols and ideals.

As the story opens, Dan, who is at heart romantic, but determined in his bitterness to avoid all women, has joined the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. Under orders, he has trailed the chief of a smuggling ring to the South Seas, where, disguised as a beach comber, he has joined the gang he is trying to trap. At the same time, Gail has been detailed by her editor to write a series of feature stories debunking the romance of the South Seas. She is also preparing to marry Duke Weyman, a fabulously wealthy copra planter in that region.

With these two objectives she sails to the Philippines where she takes off in a plane for the island owned by her fiance.


Now, off the coast of New Guinea, her plane strikes a typhoon.


The motor falters. (SOUND OF MOTOR FALTERING) Steadies. (SOUND OF MOTOR RECOVERING) Fails. (PAUSE--MOTOR DIES) They crash. (SOUND OF CRASH) (PAUSE) And for four long hours Gail and her pilot cling to the floating wreckage.

CUE: --30 seconds--

GAIL: Olsen?

OLSEN: Yes, Miss.

GAIL: Do you think the plane will float much longer?

OLSEN: It's hard to tell, Miss Brewster. These waves are knockin' her loose, fast.

GAIL: (WEARILY) How long have we been down now?

OLSEN: About four hours, I'd say.

GAIL: It seems like four years.

OLSEN: I'm sorry, Miss Brewster. I should'a known that sky was bad.

GAIL: Olsen, will you stop blaming yourself? You said it was bad. You didn't want to start. I made you come.

OLSEN: Miss Brewster, I'm the pilot. I'm supposed to know better.

GAIL: Nonsense. You did as you were told. Where are we now--do you suppose?

OLSEN: I guess we blew quite a ways off the coast of New Guinea. We've drifted considerable, too. We're maybe somewheres between the coast and the Solomon Islands.

GAIL: (WITH FORCED GAIETY) The Solomon Islands! Why, that's fine, Olsen. We'll find a nice little tropical island and go native until Duke finds us.

OLSEN: I don't think there's a chance. The plane won't hold together much longer--and besides, there's--there's----!

GAIL: (SOBERLY) Yes, I know--sharks. I've been thinking about them. (PAUSE) How is your leg now, Olsen?

OLSEN: It hurts pretty bad. I guess it's broke.

GAIL: You poor man. You didn't tell me that! Can't I help you?

OLSEN: No, Miss. (PAUSE) No. I'm all right. I'm holdin' on. It ain't blowin' so hard now.

GAIL: (THOUGHTFULLY) Olsen--I don't want to die, do you?

OLSEN: I sure don't--but it looks bad, Miss.

GAIL: I'm not afraid to die. I just don't want to die. It's been so much fun, living. And right now--just as I was coming here to marry Duke--this happens. It's cruel.

OLSEN: Yeh! It is tough. I wish I'd never brought you out of the Philippines.

GAIL: Don't say that again. I've told you a hundred times, it's not your fault.

OLSEN: I don't mean that. It's--it's--something else. (HE GROANS.)

GAIL: Olsen--are you all right!

OLSEN: Okay. I just slipped a little--I'm still here.

GAIL: Can't you come closer so I can help hold you on?

OLSEN: No thanks. I can't move. I'll stick here.

GAIL: I'm afraid we're sinking fast. Well, this is one assignment I'll never finish. But we'll make the front page,--that'll be something, won't it, Old Timer? (PAUSE) Olsen--does it hurt to drown?

OLSEN: I don't know--yet.

GAIL: Well--I'll find out for myself. I've always wondered about it. How is your leg now?

OLSEN: Better. It don't hurt any more. I can't feel anything--except my fingers. They hurt from holdin' on.

GAIL: I wish I could help you. (PAUSE) Olsen--what did you mean when you said you wish you hadn't brought me out of the Philippines?

OLSEN: I've been wantin' to tell you about that--but there ain't time, now--but remember this--if you get the chance--go back home. You ain't safe. You don't know anything about the dirty part of the South Seas. I could tell you--plenty.

GAIL: Olsen! tell me. (STARTLED) Olsen--where are you? Olsen! (PLAINTIVELY) Don't go--yet. Wait for me. I don't want to go down into that water, alone.

OLSEN: (VERY WEAK) I'm here--but I can't hold on--much longer.

GAIL: You must hold on! (JOYOUSLY) Olsen! Look there's a boat,--a little sailboat. It's coming this way.

OLSEN: (EAGERLY) Wave something.

GAIL: I haven't anything to wave--unless I can reach my dress under this flying suit--If I can tear it, I'll wave it. Gosh, it's hard to tear. (PAUSE) There! Now I've got it. (ALMOST IN HYSTERICS) Well, I'm in rags . . . but never mind, Olsen-- If we're rescued, I can wear a grass skirt--and I'll dance the Hula for you. There, I'm waving Olsen. You pray.

OLSEN: Okay, Miss. You wave.

GAIL: Look! He sees us. He's coming this way. Olsen! Olsen! Where are you? Olsen! Oh! Goodbye, Olsen, goodbye Old Timer!

DAN: (VOICE IS DISTANT) Hey there! Can you hear me?

GAIL: (TO HERSELF) Poor boy!

DAN: Hey! Can you hear me?

GAIL: What? Oh! Yes--yes--come quick!

DAN: (VOICE IS CLOSER) Well, then, get ready to catch this line and make it fast. I say catch this line. All right--now--grab it--okay! Can you get loose? Come on--come on (IMPATIENTLY) Make it snappy!

GAIL: All right.

DAN: Make that rope fast. Now, hold on to it. That's right. Come on--quick--slide along the wing--be careful don't let go the rope. That's the boy. Hold tight. Now--give me your hand, Sonny--up you come. There, careful now. There you are. WELL, FOR THE LOVE OF MIKE . . . So you're a GIRL, eh? Huh! Well, are you all alone?

TEL: Yes--I'm alone. Olsen has gone. I was about ready to go, too.

DAN: Who is Olsen?

GAIL: My pilot. He held on for hours, but he was washed off just as you sighted us. Huh! Just two minutes more was all he needed. I couldn't save him. He was there--and then--then--Oh!

DAN: Yeh! Yeh! That's tough. Well, there's nothing we can do. You can't help Olsen, now.

GAIL: No, No! You're right.

DAN: Come on--snap out of it. You've got to keep your chin up. We'll get under way now. You sit in here in the stern. I'll cast off this rope.

GAIL: All right.

DAN: Well, who are you--what's your name?

GAIL: I am Gail Brewster--a newspaper writer.

DAN: Not the Gail Brewster?

GAIL: I'm the only one I know. Why?

DAN: I've read some of your stuff in the coast newspapers.

GAIL: (INTERESTED) Really? Like it?

DAN: (CASUALLY) Not much. You don't know people very well.

GAIL: (WITH A FORCED LAUGH) Well--this is refreshing. A self-appointed literary critic . . . clad only in a dirty pair of pants, on a smelly little boat in the South Seas.

DAN: You asked for it. I told you. (ABRUPTLY) What's a girl like you doing down here, alone, anyhow?

GAIL: Don't worry. I can take care of myself. I am down here to write about the South sea Islands, and to marry a man named Duke Weyman.

DAN: What! You--marry the Duke?

GAIL: Yes. Why? Is that so strange? Do you know him?

DAN: Do I know him! (LAUGHS) That's a hot one. Everybody knows Duke Weyman. Say! You're not stringing me, are you?

GAIL: Do you mean to be so insulting, or is it just a crude sense of humor? At any rate, I don't care for it. But since you're my host, in a sense, I'll try to overlook it.

DAN: Thank you.

GAIL: Yes. I am to marry Duke Weyman. I flew from the Philippines in his plane with his pilot.

DAN: (NOT TOO SORRY) Sorry if I hurt your feelings, lady. Look out for that boom--watch your head. You see, Duke Weyman is a pretty big man down this way. He's well--he's the boss. He owns most of the money in this part of the world. They always said he'd never get married. Ummm. So you hooked him. . . . Well, well, I congratulate you.

GAIL: (COLDLY) Thank you. Now, suppose you tell me who you are and where you're taking me?

DAN: All right . . . sure! My name is Dan. I work down here. We raise copra. You know--copra, dried cocoanut meat.

GAIL: Certainly I know what copra is.

DAN: Bright girl.

GAIL: Where are we headed?

DAN: Horseshoe Island, next stop!

GAIL: That means nothing to me. What is Horseshoe Island?

DAN: Horseshoe Island is where we--raise copra.

GAIL: How near is it to Australia?

DAN: Oh! about six hundred miles.

GAIL: What's your last name? What do you do?

DAN: Now, take it easy--you're going to have plenty of time. My last name is Gentry. I represent the boss of the copra outfit.

GAIL: I see . . . you're sort of overseer . . . a foreman.

DAN: Well, you can call it that. Now let me ask you something. Did you have a radio? Does the Duke know you crashed and cracked up about ten thousand dollars worth of airplane?

GAIL: No. There was a wireless on the plane, but Olsen had no chance to use it, and I didn't know how.

DAN: Then the Duke hasn't any idea where you are?

GAIL: No. (SUDDENLY APPREHENSIVE) Why do you say that? What are you getting at?

DAN: Only that I'm afraid it'll be a long time before you see Duke Weyman.

GAIL: Why? I don't understand. This place we're going--this island. I can stay there until a ship arrives--or until we can get a wireless through to Duke, can't I?

DAN: No. That's just the point. You can't.

GAIL: (COLDLY) May I ask why not?

DAN: Yes, you can ask, but I don't have to tell you. You got yourself into this mess, and if you want me to try to help you, you've got to trust me.

GAIL: Why should I trust you. You look like a--a beach-comber, you have the manners of an alley-rat, and I think you're lying to me.

DAN: Okay. Nevertheless, you'll have to trust me. You have no choice. I don't know what to do with you. I can't take you to Horseshoe Island. You wouldn't be safe with the mob there.

GAIL: Don't be silly. This is a civilized world we're living in.

DAN: There's no civilization down here. There are only four people on Horseshoe Island outside of the natives. One!--there's Pango, a half-breed--not a decent breath in his body.

GAIL: Really?

DAN: Two!--A girl--Daisy. She is Pango's--well, girl-friend--anybody's girl-friend--but attached to Pango, at the moment. She's from the San Francisco streets.

GAIL: Very chivalrous, aren't you?

DAN: Three! There's Hawkins--a sea-captain who should have been hanged long ago.

GAIL: Mmm! Nice people--you must feel perfectly at home.

DAN: Sure. I belong. I'm no angel . . . don't claim to be. So, perhaps there is no reason for you to trust me, but at least you have less for trusting Pango and the rest of the gang. Even the natives--head hunters.

GAIL: That's your story. Frankly, I don't believe it.

DAN: (UNEMOTIONALLY) Yeh! That's my story, and you'll have to believe it.

GAIL: So--Well, what happens to me then? Do you tie an anchor on my neck and drop me overboard?

DAN: Yes, I guess I will.

GAIL: What?

DAN: Well--maybe we can find some other way, although I'm hanged if I know what it is. I'd run you over to another island and leave you there, except that this old tub is half full of water already and I'll just about make Horseshoe Island with her. So trying to take you anywhere else is out.

GAIL: (ANGRY) Please don't concern yourself with my troubles any more. Take me to your island. I'll take my chances with this Pango person.

DAN: No. I can't do that. I'd as soon throw you in a nest of rattlesnakes.

GAIL: Well--a nest of them--or only one--what's the difference? As a matter of fact, I think I'd prefer this Pango's company to yours.

DAN: Yeh? Well, that's O. K., but there's one little point you've overlooked, Miss Brewster. I'm not asking your opinion. I'm telling you! Now, I don't like to be so hard-boiled about it, but you won't listen to reason.

GAIL: Now just a minute. Let me understand you. When I came aboard your boat, I thought I was being rescued. As a matter of fact, I'm not being rescued--I'm being kidnapped.

DAN: Well! Well! Well! How did you ever guess it, Miss Brewster?

ANNOUNCER VAN VOORHEES: Is Dan going in for kidnapping? Are Gail's fears justified? Follow the adventures of this romantic pair in the next episode of their enthralling adventure in "Dangerous Paradise" which will come to you at this same hour on Friday.

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ANNOUNCER--"Dangerous Paradise" with Elsie Hitz and Nick Dawson, will be continued at this same hour Friday evening. Be sure to hear the second thrilling episode of this romantic drama. Your announcer is  .................. speaking for the makers of Woodbury's Facial Powder. This is the National Broadcasting Company.


September 25, 1933

Mr. Nick Dawson

19 East 47th Street,

New York, N. Y.

Dear Mr. Dawson:

This letter will confirm our verbal agreement with you covering the production of the radio serial entitled 'Dangerous Paradise', starring Elsie Hitz and Nick Dawson, to be sponsored by John H. Woodbury, Inc., and to be broadcast over an N. B. C. network starting October 25th, and continuing for a period of thirteen weeks. The programs will be broadcast on Wednesday and Friday evenings from 8:30 to 8:45 P. M. Eastern Standard Time.

You are to deliver a complete production including yourself and Miss Hitz as featured players,--satisfactory dramatizations, a competent stage director, a satisfactory cast whenever extra players are required, and an instrumental trio for whatever incidental music may be necessary.

All scripts are to be submitted to Lennen & Mitchell for approval, and at least two weeks in advance of each broadcast.

You agree to have an adequate number of rehearsals to ensure a perfect performance and will present a full dress rehearsal for Lennen & Mitchell on the day of each broadcast.

It is our understanding that the total cost of the "Dangerous Paradise" production will not exceed $1360 weekly as per the following itemized schedule.

Cost per week for two performances----

Script ............ $250

Direction .......... 110

Elsie Hitz ......... 385

Nick Dawson ........ 385

Extra Characters (including sound effects) not to exceed an average of 

.................... 150

Instrumental Trio .. 110

Total............ $1,360

You agree to hold Lennen & Mitchell free and clear of any and all liability for any claim or action for plagiarism or infringement of material used in these broadcasts and to assume full responsibility for such material.

Bills will be payable weekly after you have submitted an itemized account in accordance with the schedule contained in this letter.

Lennen & Mitchell are to have an option to renew this contract for a period of thirteen weeks and a further option to renew for an additional thirteen weeks under the same terms and conditions as herein set forth, except that after the 26th week Elsie Hitz and Nick Dawson are each to receive $485.00 per week.

Your signature to this letter will serve as a contract between us.

Cordially yours,

Arthur Bergh:B

Lennen & Mitchell, Inc.

Arthur Bergh

Radio Department



R. W. ORR 


Sept. 25, 1933