In just a moment, suspense with William Powell.
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Starring tonight, William Powell in Anton Leder's production of Give Me Liberty,
a tale well calculated to keep you in suspense.
I embezzled a quarter of a million dollars.
I want you to know that needed brains, planning, patience.
I devoted three years of my life to the trick, and I got away with it.
Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.
Of course, they caught me very easily, but they couldn't find the money.
So they handcuffed me, brought me back to stand trial.
The judge was as big a fool as the others.
Seven years is a long time, Mr. French.
The insurance company will agree to a much lighter sentence if you will reveal where you've hidden that money.
But I only smile.
So my right wrist was handcuffed to the left wrist of a detective,
and they put me aboard a train bound for the penitentiary.
I could see that the detective had instructions to soften me up.
He was much, much too kind.
You're comfortable, Mr. French? You want a magazine? Anything?
Well, I'd like to be able to lift my hand without raising yours into the air.
Can't you guard me without being quite so attached to me?
Sure, I guess we can work that out.
Tell you what, you sit next to the window.
I'll kind of box you in.
And that way you can wear the cuffs all by yourself and nobody loses.
Thank you.
Let me get my keys.
There.
Off for me, on to you.
I wonder if I've made a good change. Feels clumsy.
You get the hang of it in no time at all.
The biggest trouble is when you read a paper.
Five inches of chain don't give you much room to turn a page.
And I'd better leave the newspaper for a less constricting occasion.
I'll have seven years for reading.
Seven years?
And a quarter of a million.
Say, how smart does a guy have to be to get his hooks on so much lettuce?
Would you like some of it?
No, you're kidding.
Well, let's make a deal.
You drop the key to those things on the floor.
Then go have yourself a nice lunch.
Sure. And when do I see Mr. French again?
When I meet you to pay off.
I wouldn't be taking kind of a chance there, would I?
This is a stupid conversation and I was only making words.
I looked out at the fields and brooks and houses rushing past.
I wouldn't see these things for seven years.
Not counting time off for good behavior.
But then I'd be free again.
And I'd have my quarter million.
Not a bad salary, huh?
I'd use my brains for myself this time.
Suddenly...
Everybody hold on! There's a lot of train on the track!
French.
Are you all right?
I'm sorry.
I...
I beat a car.
I gotta get out of here.
A car lay on its side. In flames.
And those passengers that could move scrambled through the broken windows.
Paying no attention to a helpless man in handcuffs.
French. French.
Give me a hand.
That was the detective. His legs pinned by the wreckage.
You move, will you?
You want to see me roasted?
What can I do with my hands like this?
Where do you carry the key?
What do you want with a key?
You can pull me out by an arm, can't you?
You can grab me by the head.
Get the kid at full will both die here if I can't use my hands!
You can use them good enough.
Where's the key?
I... I can't find it.
French, it ain't in my pocket.
Look on the floor.
You're a liar.
French, my shoes are on fire. Please.
The only weapon was a suitcase.
I kicked him in the face.
I crashed my suitcase on his head.
And he didn't have the key.
I emptied his pockets down to the last crumb of tobacco.
But a fire kept closer.
He hadn't the key to the handcuffs.
And I wanted it.
Because this wouldn't be an escape.
This would be a disappearance.
Oh, what a chance. What a chance!
I'd have my liberty.
And I'd have my money.
There's somebody in my car, but that car is also being owned in there!
I threw away his pistol.
I wouldn't need a gun. I used my head.
I squeezed my college ring on his finger.
I switched wallets.
Is there anybody in that car?
Pete, this way! Over here!
There was a conductor out there.
A crowd of passengers.
I got to the opposite side of the car.
No one. Not a soul.
And there wasn't a splinter of glass left in the window.
I slid down the side of the car,
cleared the wheels,
and struck the ground running.
A few moments, a few hundred steps,
and I was safe in the darkness.
I was free.
They'd think I was dead.
And I had a quarter of a million dollars.
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Hap, my friend, have you ever heard a conversation between two cars?
Two cocks? Harlow, Wilcox, are you crazy?
Crazy like a fox.
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but have you got a papotent pill for a sput-puttering engine
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And now, Auto Light brings back to our Hollywood sound stage
William Powell as Earl French in Give Me Liberty.
A tale well calculated to keep you in suspense.
It's Ben.
My first job after escaping was to break out of those manacles.
I sat on a wheat field, holding my hands overhead
so the blood would run through my hands and wrists and leave them slim.
It didn't work.
I tried that until my shoulders were in agony, and it didn't work.
I couldn't snap the chain.
I twisted it.
I pulled at it.
I had to fling my hands apart, and it wouldn't break.
I rubbed it against stones until my skin was torn and bleeding,
and it wouldn't break.
By this time, it was morning, and I was pretty desperate.
I found a match in my pocket.
I went into the woods that boarded the field and built a fire.
First, the chain grew hot, and then my wrists.
But I held them over the fire until I couldn't keep back the scream.
And not until then would I believe that I needed help.
I pushed through the wheat and the corn beyond it,
and I stumbled down a slope in a barnyard.
Down, Jack, down!
A woman was standing near one of the hen houses,
pan of chicken feet in her hand.
What do you want?
There was nothing to say.
She had seen the handcuffs.
Come on, speak up.
What do you want?
I'm innocent, I swear to you. I'm innocent.
Where are you from? How did you get away?
Well, I...
We were going up to the prison, and there was an accident.
Well, what do you want from me?
Could you lend me a file?
And if you could spare some food, I'll be glad to pay for...
You don't have to pay me for anything.
Wait here, Jack, they're watching.
The fool went into the house,
and the dog sat down on its belly and placed its nose between its paws.
And its eyes never left my face for an instant.
And then through the stillness,
I heard the cracking of an old-fashioned wall telephone,
and I knew what she was doing.
I ran, I ran like a whirlwind.
I couldn't get them off.
I couldn't get the handcuffs off.
I couldn't get anything to eat.
I couldn't show myself.
Do you know what it means to say food all about you
and not be able to buy it?
Don't tell me I could have eaten corn and fruit and roots.
I can tell you the nature of every dog in that area
and the feel of every barbed wire fence
and the spang and roar of every rifle and shotgun.
That was him, Harry.
That was him down at the brush, and he ran to the other side.
I crept into a village one night
and forced up the window of a hardware store.
I wanted a file, just a file.
Do you know what they carry in hardware stores these days?
Glassware, kitchen gadgets,
garden tools, seeds, ovens, rat poisons, dresses.
And then I moved behind a counter
and I saw a man with a gun in his hand.
He was a man of the law.
And then I moved behind a counter.
A hardware store has to have a file somewhere.
And my foot struck a wire, stretched across the floor.
How tired have you been?
Have you ever been so tired
that your eyes felt like stones in your head?
So weary that your jaw hung slack
and your tongue seemed thick and heavy in your mouth?
Ah, there were times when I thought I'd die.
And on the evening of the fourth day of my liberty,
I crawled quietly to the garbage cans
back of a roadside diner
and began to paw about for something I could eat.
There was a step behind me, a world about.
It was a boy.
We looked at each other for a long moment.
He was waiting for me to speak.
I said, hello, Sonny.
Hello.
You live in this neighborhood?
Yeah.
I don't. I'm traveling.
With handcuffs on.
Oh, these?
Yeah, a friend put the money for a joke.
Say, that gives me an idea, Sonny.
Would you do me a big favor?
Depends upon how big.
Well, big to me, anyway.
Sonny, it's worth $10 to be able to have these handcuffs off
before my friend shows up.
Look, can you get me a file or chop them off of an axe
or something like that so I can have a laugh on him?
No.
Look, I'll let you keep them. They're fun.
No.
Oh.
Well, then, would you do something else for me?
Depends.
I'm a little embarrassed about going into the lunch wagon like this.
Look, would you step in there and buy a few hamburgers for me?
How much?
Same $10.
For a couple of hamburgers?
Then maybe you'd change your mind about the file.
Let's see the money.
I got it right here in my pocket, ready to jump into your hand.
Hey, there are lots of things that a boy can buy with $10.
Ah, there we are.
How do I know it's good?
Don't you trust me?
Drop it on the ground.
Drop it? Why?
You drop it and back away.
Then I'll pick it up.
Oh, say, that's very smart.
How's that? Far enough?
I guess.
He picked it up and began to walk around the diner.
But when he was out of reach, he broke into a run.
Pop, there's a cop in the back.
Pop, I'm going with 10.
Pop, if there's a cop in the back, I'm going with 10.
Well?
I got away.
And I couldn't tear them off. I couldn't.
I had $250,000 buried away, and it was worthless to me.
Do you know what can be bought with a quarter of a million?
By a man's soul can be bought for less than a quarter of a million dollars.
And I couldn't buy a 10-cent file.
I couldn't buy a 10-cent file.
And I couldn't buy a 10-cent file.
I spent that night in a nest of cast-off railway ties
attached to a siding.
When I opened my eyes in the morning, I had company.
There was a hobo sitting on the top of my fortress-like bedroom.
A very unusual-looking hobo in blue jeans and a navy coat.
She was counting my money, smoothing each bill with loving care.
She grinned when she saw I was awake.
Good morning, Chum.
You sleep like an honest man.
What's the matter, Chum?
Never speak till they bring your orange juice?
Listen, I'm in trouble. I want you to help me.
To get the bracelets off?
Yeah.
Ah, Chum, wouldn't that be kind of silly?
I might lose all this hard-earned dough.
Look, there's more where that came from.
A lot more.
I'll make you rich.
Yeah, I heard that one before.
So long, Chum.
Listen. Listen to me.
I got a quarter of a million dollars.
Yeah, I get feelings like that, too.
Come back, will you? It's true.
Don't you read the papers?
I'm Earl French.
Never heard of you.
And where would you get that much dough?
Look, go into town and buy one of the newspapers
six days ago. That'll tell you.
Tell me what?
You don't even know how to read anymore?
Earl French, the embezzler.
I stole $250,000.
Uh-huh, and you're wearing those things
so you won't pick your own pocket.
Don't try to be clever.
I died in the train wreck near Scottsville.
You're so sure about that, Chum.
You croaked only a few days ago.
No, you fool. They only think I did.
Now, you get those newspapers.
You come back here with a file and some food.
No, no, no. Don't order me around, Chum.
If you're a corpse, I won't take it from you.
If you're not a corpse, I'll poke you in the eye.
Just play it easy, huh?
Yeah, maybe I'll be back.
Could happen.
I waited for her all through that long, blistering day,
crouching within those four walls of railway ties.
I laid there like a trapped animal.
And yet I knew she'd be back.
She couldn't resist it.
Cheap little thing like that.
I knew she'd be back.
Chum, it seems you were a very important guy in your time.
Ah, you saw the papers.
Yeah, and I got good news for you.
Mr. French, you're now burnt to a crisp.
That's the way they found you in the train.
Recognize me by the ring on my finger?
Yeah. Well, you're dead all right.
You and 250 grand.
Well, we'll come to that later.
You get to work with the file.
No, no, no, no. You're giving orders again.
And I told you I don't like it.
Give me that file.
And that's where it stays until you lead me to my share of that dough.
Oh, you'll get it. You'll get it.
Chum, listen to Mama.
I can pick up 500 fish by turning in an escaped prisoner,
or you can dig up that treasure chest
and buy this file for half the plunder.
That's 400 miles away.
That's a fair distance.
But I can't ride a train or a bus with these on my wrists.
That's okay, Chum. We'll walk.
400 miles?
Since. I've done it before.
You've seen it? Not at night.
How do I eat? Where will I sleep?
You'll sleep in the woods and I'll bring the grub to you.
Me, I'll sleep in town where I'll be snug and safe.
Don't take this file from me, Chum.
Not till I see my half of that dough.
And that's how it was.
That same evening we started a walk.
At first it wasn't so bad.
It gave me time to think.
And I knew I'd think of something.
You know, there's kind of a sneaky look about you.
What?
You figure that in 400 miles a lot of things can happen.
Oh, no, no.
After all, I want to do what's fair.
Let's split.
If we don't, I'll split your skull and don't kid yourself that I won't,
little Chum.
I've been waiting a long time for a break like this.
We walked.
But the handcuffs digging so deep into my flesh that I began to believe they were a part of me.
Yeah, she brought me food.
But she wouldn't come close enough to hand it to me.
And every time I reached for anything, it was torture.
My hands on wrists were a mass of misery.
As though her pet animal were on a leash.
My friend always walked six paces behind me.
She was too smart.
And I realized that I had to get away from her.
And soon.
And the morning I decided to do it,
she found me a shack to hole up in.
I could hardly wait for her to leave and go back into town.
Yeah, this shack looks good.
I'll meet you back here tonight.
All right. See you tonight.
That's the way I like you, Chum.
Nice and agreeable.
Why not? Why shouldn't I be?
See you tonight, as usual.
Sure there isn't anything special you'd like me to bring you to eat?
No, nothing special.
Say, Chum, I think you better turn around.
Why?
Because!
When I awoke, with a dull ache filling my head,
I found myself neatly trussed up.
I could move a little, but not enough to get three.
Talk about female intuition.
She had guessed that I was going to try to get away from her,
and she beat me to it.
But I didn't give up, though.
She'd have to make one mistake.
How the next night, we'd stop for a rest.
Hey, uh, French.
Yeah?
How can you be sure that dough is still there?
It's safe.
How do you know? What kind of a place you hide it in?
You'll see.
Hey, don't you trust me?
Of course. As much as you trust me.
And it's time we stopped playing this little game.
Now, get out that file.
When I see the dough, little Chum...
Take them off, will you?
How long do you think I'm going to...
Shut up! Shut up!
You'll wake up the neighbors.
Now, move!
No.
I said move!
No.
That money's mine.
And you'll never see it unless I want you to.
And we'll go to it the way I say.
Chum, you're making me mad.
You get out that file and take these off.
Go on, get it out.
I can give orders, too.
What do you think of yourself? An animal trainer?
Now, that's not a bad idea.
Is it? But it happens that I'm not an animal.
And it happens that...
What's that for?
You can't frighten me with a knife.
I wouldn't try.
You use that on me and we both lose out.
Whenever my own man used to beat one of us kids,
he always said the same thing.
He said, never use a switch thicker than your thumb.
It breaks the skin but no bones.
A kid can go on working.
A switch?
Yeah, like this one.
Nice and green and limber.
That's all a knife is for.
I wouldn't use a knife on a buddy.
You won't use that either.
Put it down.
You know, this is something I wanted to do ever since I found you sleeping in those railroad ties.
You gonna get up?
No.
This'll hurt.
I'll kill you someday. I swear I'll kill you.
I once had a husband like you.
Brave enough outside but once anybody put on the pressure...
You talk too much.
Go on, I'm calling your bluff.
I'm sick of hearing you talk.
It's all right.
We walked.
God, how I hated her.
And she...
Well, she was sure she'd beat me down altogether because she didn't even bother now to taunt me anymore.
She was very quiet after that.
And a little careless.
I stopped now and then and she'd bump into me in the darkness.
But she'd always stop dreaming before I could get my hands on her.
Well...
All things must end.
Our pilgrimage ended one morning when I said...
Here it is.
What?
The money.
Where?
We're standing over it.
You up to some sneaky trick again? We're standing in the middle of a highway. You didn't do any digging here, chum.
Look, there's a culvert running under the road here. A 24-inch pipe.
Come into the ditch. I'll show you.
You didn't stick that dough into the pipe.
Must have washed away.
It's not in the pipe. It's in a deep crevice between the pipe and the concrete.
Pull out some of those stones.
You pull them out.
What, with these hands?
Why, I can't touch anything without screaming.
Pull them out.
French, sir, help me if this is a gag.
She believed me. She had to.
She saw the truth in my eyes.
The money was there, my quarter of a million.
She bent over to tug at the stones.
She turned her back to me for the first time.
And that was it. That was the mistake I was waiting for.
I sprang forward and I crushed her hand down on her head.
The back of her neck. Her head.
The pain. The pain on my wrist.
But I didn't care. I didn't care.
My hands. My hands.
Covered with blood.
Her blood. Mine.
She was dead.
But I couldn't move.
My hands. My poor hands.
I had to wait until the shot drained out of them.
Finally I reached into her pockets for the file.
It isn't there.
It must be in this one.
No. No.
Not.
No.
No file.
She hasn't got a file.
She never had one.
Ah, that sheet.
That dirty little sheet.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on, little children.
Come on.
Come out, you babies.
Two hundred and fifty thousand.
Beautiful little babies.
Come on.
I can't get a hold of it.
I need a few inches.
I can't. I can't.
With these handcuffs on, I need one arm free.
You handcuffs, you.
I'll break this chain if I have to rip my hands off.
I'll get that money.
I must have my money.
I want my money.
I must have my money. I want my money.
My money.
It's my money.
That's the way I found him, Chief.
Sitting in the ditch beside a dead girl.
And babbling like an idiot.
Thank you, William Powell, for a splendid performance.
Mr. Powell returns in just a moment.
Well, Hap, my friend, now that you...
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And now here again is William Powell.
My thanks to the fine cast of suspense actors
who helped to make my appearance here so pleasant an experience.
I'm a regular listener to radio's outstanding theater thrills,
and I'll be tuned in next time to hear John Garfield in Death Sentence,
another gripping study in...
Suspense.
William Powell appeared by arrangement with Metro-Bulwin-Mayer Studios,
producers of the Technicolor production The Three Musketeers,
starring Lana Turner, Gene Kelly, June Allison, and Van Heflin.
Tonight's suspense play was written by Herb Meadow
with music composed by Lucian Mora-Wacken,
conducted by Lut Bluskin.
Anne Morrison played the part of the hobo.
The entire production was under the direction of Anton M. Leder.
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