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Suspense - "Death Flies Blind" (Old Time Radio, 1943)

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Suspense presents “Death Flies Blind,” originally broadcast May 4, 1943. This archival presentation is episode 4 of the series. Written by John Dickson Carr, the CBS wartime thriller stars Richard Dix and Gale Page.

A U.S. Navy lieutenant commander and his fiancée board a commercial flight from New York, joining a handful of uneasy passengers—including a prominent industrialist. As the aircraft’s course and a passenger’s valuable cargo become matters of growing concern, the confined cabin becomes a setting for suspicion and international intrigue.

Suspense presents the original broadcast with a newly produced contextual introduction, a short closing announcement, and gently cleaned and mastered audio for a more consistent listening experience.

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00:00 Victor Sterling Introduction
00:45 Original Broadcast
29:56 Closing

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Suspense | Old Time RadioSuspense - "Death Flies Blind" (Old Time Radio, 1943). Machine-transcribed; use the interactive transcript above to jump the player to any line.

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The script is by mystery novelist John Dixson Carr produced by William Spear and directed by Ted Bliss. And now the original broadcast. Suspense. This is the man in black. Here again to introduce Columbia's program, Suspense. Getting our starring Hollywood cast this evening is Mr. Richard Dix who appears at the United States Naval Officer and find himself in a remarkable predicament. On what should have been an uneventful flight from New York to Philadelphia. As fellow passengers aboard the airliner, our Miss Gail Page is a girl named Monica and Mr. Montague Love who plays that aged and domineering millionaire Silas Naylor.

The story by John Dixson Carr called Death Flies Blind is tonight's tale of suspense. If you have been with us on these Tuesday nights, you will know that suspense is compounded of mystery and suspicion, dangerous adventure. In this series our tales calculated to intrigue you. Stir your nerves. Go after you or precarious situation and then withhold the solution until the last possible moment. And so it is with Death Flies Blind and the performances of Richard Dix, Gail Page, Montague Love and our other players, we again hope to keep you in suspense. The Guadier Field Municipal Airport of New York. The Guadier Field fast behind its white building. On a grey spring afternoon when rains splashes across the runway, dims the sky and spatters on the wings of a great silver painted airliner waiting beyond.

Already as the limousine bus from New York terminus slowly draws up to the waiting shed, you can hear the loud spisset. The big limousine bus besides its driver contains only two persons. When is a tall young man in United States Naval Uniform, when the stripes of a lieutenant commander rounds his sleeve. The other is a tall and dark haired girl, a face a little frightened in the blue light. 72, known young to mass angiolus, plain ready to take off at gate number six. Have your tickets ready please. Fred, that kept me nuts. No, take it easy Monica. We're not too late. They won't go without us. No, I mean it says New York to Los Angeles. That's right Monica. We're only going to Philadelphia. You're still right my dear. I ran this for a special stop at Philadelphia. It won't take long and then they go on non-stop from there. Fred, that's just it. Who's going on from there? Oh, you'd be surprised. But therefore bus must hold 20 people, but there's nobody in it except ourselves in the driver. Who's going on to Los Angeles or anywhere else?

I, uh, we're going to tell you about that Monica. All right, miss. All right, sir. I'll put that shed in the door on the other side. Oh, uh, got your tickets ready? Yes, I got them. All set, Monica? I ran this journey coming down. Do they take off when it rains, I think? Oh, I missed a little rain don't bother him. What does bother him is unsettle weather at other places. You mean it's perfectly sand? They never take off, miss unless it is safe. Better hurry up now. There's the plane, Monica. So we run for it? Said I'd rather not run if you don't mind. Aren't getting nervous, are you? No. I know it's stupid, I've known. I've flown before I sit for a few seconds before the takeoff. You're moving and the motors have been idling. All of a sudden they start to roll. The plane races ahead and the roar gets louder. Suddenly you think I'm about to get down a line. Now look here, my dear. I'm sorry, sir. There's nothing to worry about, you know.

Of course not, I'll be good. If you get this digital day and ghostly bus about any past days. Then look. Where? At the plane. They got all the winders covered inside. A little grey curtain. That's all right, Monica. It's only a wartime measure. wartime measure? Yes. Just keep those curtains closed for some minutes after taking off in Forland. Is so no one can make maps or take pictures of our airports? Anything can happen at that time. And what's more, if you're worried about your fellow passengers, look over your shoulder. Well, there are some people coming through the game. Yes, you see the little grey-haired man or the big fellow on each side of him? The secretary dashing around him like a destroyer and a convoy? You know, I've seen that grey-haired man somewhere before. You've seen his picture. That's Silas Naylor. The third richest man in the world. Those two big fellows are his bodyguard. Did he need a bodyguard? Well, I'm not more than most of this, I imagine.

I don't want to. I'm nonsense, my dear. Come on, I'll up the steps to claim. Your name to the Air Force just in door. That's it. Good afternoon, miss. Now, I have your name, please. I'm Monica Veil. You're the Air Hoster's Sathrite, Miss Veil. Take any seat you like. And you, sir? Anzlo, Lieutenant Commander Fred Anzlo. Oh, yes, Commander. We've had instructions about you. Happy to have you with us, even if it's only as far as Philadelphia. Thank you. May I take your overcoat or your briefcase? No, only the overcoat, please. I'll keep the briefcase. Friend, look there. What is it now? That man you called Mr. Naylor's secretary. Life-haired man, rather good-looking. He's sprinting towards his plane as fast as he can run. He'd better be careful on that slippery surface. He certainly has. Oh, sir, sir, sir, sir. Oh, sir. Oh, sir. Oh, man. Oh, man. Watch your step. Look. Are you all right? Here, let me help you up. I'm all right, thanks. Perfectly all right. Air Hoster's. Yes, sir. That my name is Michael Shefford. I'm Mr. Naylor's secretary,

and I think there must be some mistake here. The mistake, sir. Yes. When Mr. Naylor travels, he's in the habit of booking every seat in the plane to ensure privacy. Yes, we seem to have two extra passengers. Well, I'm afraid that's my fault, Mr. Shefford. Indeed, sir. Then would you and the young lady be good enough to take some later flying? Oh, sorry. I'm afraid I can't do that. No, and why not? Maybe I'll explain, Mr. Shefford, that Commander Angelo had last minute orders to join his ship. He and Miss Vale have priority, as far as Philadelphia. Philadelphia? Must we stop by? Only for a few minutes, Mr. Shefford. This is outrageous. Mr. Naylor is traveling in a sense on government business. So am I, old man. And the Navy often does. That doesn't alter the principle of the thing. I don't want to seem ungracious, you understand. Mr. Naylor is always glad to help our brave soldiers and sailors. Love him, my God. Now, choir will now sing him number two, four, two, now the gorgeous right. But this time you've gone too far, actually appeal to Mr. Naylor himself. Mr. Naylor? Mr. Naylor? Yes, Mr. Shefford, I can tell you. What is this? The Naval officer, sir, and the young lady.

Oh, I know, Shefford. I know. Isn't the plane big enough for all of us? I was only following your orders, Mr. Naylor. You asked for privacy. All right, Shefford. If I'm asking for an hour's less noise, the Lieutenant Commander in the Navy, that's right, Mr. Naylor, offered another fishing trip, I suppose. That's just exactly right, sir. Have you had to step-step? No, never. Well, I had. Twenty thousand a year, I've had paid doctors. And what have they given this stomach? I'm not surprised you got priority, Commander. But I am a little surprised about the girl. She's my fiance. Mr. Naylor? Mr. Naylor? Meet the rest of my family. These two bruises here, and fitting the one with the mouth all going to my buddy God. Mr. Cohen. I'm pleased to meet you, Commander. How do you do? This is Mr. O'Rally. That's a new year, Commander. How are things going? They call and can't, don't you ever get tired of playing that mouth, Oregon? Stand away from the door as they want to close it. Well, everyone please be close to each other. And fast, and fast, and fast.

Are we ready to take off? Yes, and just a moment. Mr. Ceber. O'Rally. Cohen, come along to the front of the plane. Yes, sir. We'll sit in the back here, what we said. Yes, yes, of course. I am. Is anything wrong? No. No, of course not. Why, what could be wrong? When you better sit on, when she's out in the moon. That's good advice, Commander, on, though. But I'm not to ask you, Miss Bale, not to catch the curtain on the window. How soon before we can open the curtain? As soon as we're well away from New York. You see that illuminated sign, no smoking, fast and seatbelt? Yes, quite a power. When the light and the sign go out, you can open the curtain. And smoke as much as you like. Now, if you'll excuse me, certainly. You didn't try to film me, Fred, I'm so asking you. You saw what? I saw you pick up that scrap of paper, one of those men's rocks. Why? Why that wasn't anything, Monica? May I see the paper? No. Why not? Well, because I don't have it. Fred, you didn't see it, that's all. There is something wrong, isn't there?

Look, Monica. Let me repeat over and over. What could be wrong? High-fair silence, nailer, an internationally famous figure with a group of trusted attendants. Here's an ACA plane as safe and dependable as the old gray mare. All the same, I... All the same, what? I wish I hadn't brought you along. There was some kind of an emergency cord like a train so that it would give a stop to the plane. Not a way. That's it. 15 minutes, 30 minutes, 40 minutes. The great silver plane traved against dead quiet. Swarm and stuffy in the cabin despite the hissing ventilator. Dim white reading lamp shined down on a double-roaf cushion chair along one side and a single-roaf cushion chair along the other. A head above the closed door to the pilot's control cabin. The red glowing sign still warns against opening those curtains. After the plane sits Commander Onzlo, his eyes fixed on the clock

under that illuminated sign. Monica? Yes? What? It's not exactly... All right. Fred, why do you say that? Because we should have been in Philadelphia five minutes ago. At least we should have been circling over the field. And we're not? No. We're still 10 or 12,000 feet up if the pressure in my ear drums can't for anything. And traveling like a bat out of Hades. Weather's delaying us, I guess. Maybe it is. Off they bumpy, isn't it? Yes, a little. Make sure gas for breath and you stomachs. That was a bad one. Not getting air sick, are you? I don't think so. Wish I had some of that chewing gum they gave you. We'll ring for the air hostess. She'll bring you some. I didn't ring the bell, Fred. There's no answer. She's busy in the pantry back there. That's all. She didn't hear you. Here, I'll get you some gum. No, no way. I'll go. Sure you're all right. I want a pot of my nose anyway.

Besides, you're going to have company. I missed a shepherd as weaving along the silos of he didn't like air pockets either. Thank the Lord. One of that parties awake up there. I thought they were all dead. Do you see that? Say what? Dead. We keep playing with everything so quiet and dead, it's still. Remember how the pilot walked through a while ago and looked around and walked right back to the control cabin? I didn't notice him. Oh, that's what I mean. It was like a ghost. I'll be right back. Say, come on to answer. Yes, but shepherd? Mind if I sit down? I'm not at all. Go ahead. In fact, here's the man there. I want a polo job. Oh, that's all right. Forget it. I'm not just an ill-mannered guy. I must have sounded. There's no joke, you know, taking care of the chief. I've got to go ahead like a cyclone, so so that everything would be quiet when he gets there. And it's a great responsibility, too. I can imagine. I go on these long trips. There's the chief half asleep and

Orally reading detective magazines and coin with his mouth organ. Doesn't that mouth organ bother the old boy? No, he likes it. Especially when coin plays the old square dances. Chief's a great man in his way. I was just wondering about that. One thing, what? Is it true? Stop me if I'm talking out of turn. Go ahead. We can trust in David. Is it true he's offered to design and build that is on expense? A fleet of underwater cargo boats, uh, submersible freighters, up to five or six thousand tons? But I do away with the submarine minutes altogether. Where did you hear that? Oh, just a rumor. Is it true? Yes. It's true, huh? You see, Mr. Shepard, I'm one of the few people who believe that that plan is practical. There must be a lot of people who would like to see Mr. Niller put out of the way. There are commander. Only they can't get at him. You're quite sure of that? Dead sure. Hitler himself isn't better guarded.

Why, you can no more shoot, stab or poison the chief, then you're good. My what is that? What happened? Monica. This is Matt Rodgers from Los Culturistas with Matt Rodgers and Bowen Yang. This is Bowen Yang from Los Culturistas with Matt Rodgers and Bowen Yang. You know when people try a new food and suddenly it's like, wait. That's the reaction. A lot of people are having when they first try QB mayo. It's the one with the red cap and the little baby on the bottle. You've probably seen it in the grocery store before. And if you've ever just walked past it, some people would say that's a huge mistake. Because this mayo is different. Most mayonnaise uses whole eggs. QB only uses egg yolks, which gives it this rich umami flavor. It's smoother, deeper and almost buttery. Once people try it, they start putting it on everything. Eggs sandwiches, fries, burgers, some fans even swear by dipping pizza crust in it. And once you notice it, you start seeing it everywhere. Chefs use it, restaurants use it. People who really care about flavor use it. Never try it, grab the bottle with the red cap next time you're at the store.

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That's code almost famous at resortpass.com slash almost famous. Is anything wrong? Back there. Well, it's all right, sir. It's only a noise in the pantry. We'll see to it. Renika, money can pull yourself together. What's wrong? It's that air host is mislead. Well, what about her? She's lying back in the pantry among the broken dishes with her head all over blood. Somebody beat her over the head and left her there to die. Somebody? Yes. But nobody's gone back to the pantry. Nobody's gone past this, except... Except the pilot, a copilot of this plane, remember? Excuse me, Mr. Shepherd. I'm going to open the curtains on that window. Do you think it's wise, Commander? We were told not to. No, we were told a lot of things. I'll just take the responsibility of... Good Lord. There's our Monica. Mr. Nailer, Mr. Nailer. Yes, son. What's up? Prove the curtain on your window and take a look down. Orally and Cohen have got guns. They better keep them handy. There's a sono, boy. Because we're not flying west. We're over the Atlantic Ocean now and headed straight out to sea. The

Ray water, in clouds, must be miles and miles away from land. We are miles away from land. Does anybody hear anything about first aid? I do, Commander. I started medicine the old days. You better go back and look after the hostess. We'll join Mr. Nailer. Study, Mike. I'm all right. Is this horrible blind thing? That's right. Hey, pocket, look out. Sir, Commander, what are we doing over the ocean? What the devil's going on here? You are being kidnapped, Mr. Nailer. That's my guess. Kidnapped, did you say? Ah, come off at Commander. We ain't as dumb as that. The pilot and the co-pilot of this plane are fakes. They've replaced the real officer. On a dark day like this, with their raincoat colors turned up, they could have gotten away with it. Have hijacked the straight off the airfield? Is that it? Yes, I'm afraid so. The hostess must have spotted one of them in the knocked it out. You know what about the airfield? Wouldn't they know what plane was missing? Or nothing, so we failed to show up at Philadelphia. The pilot would report by our radio telephone about two or fifteen minutes out of New York. But after that, silence.

Excuse me, Commander. To say these two fake pilots are still aboard. In that compartment there, with the closed doors? Yes, that's right. Well, what are we waiting for, Corn? They'll get to work on them? You said it, Barney. Wait a minute. Wait a minute, both of them. You wouldn't be trying to stop us, would you, Commander? The one thing we don't want is a gunfight, 12,000 feet up. Can any of you fly a plane? No, not one of us. Now leave it to me. So if anything happens to those two pilots, how are we going to get down? I see, young fellow. Well, what are you going to do? First of all, we'll try wrapping on the door. Have your gun ready. There you go, Colonel, that's... Fred, Fred, this is the... Be quiet, Mike. Has this anything you can do to the scrap of paper you picked up off the floor? What scrap of paper for never... Never mind, sir. Like this door... It's unlocked. Unlocked. Now, don't take any full chances, young fellow. The way I always did when I was your age. Stand on one side when you open that door.

But, Colonel, who already take care of it? Good luck. Where the control cabin is empty? There's nobody at the controls. Do you mean we're... We're flying without a pilot? Yes. See that stick move back and forth? There's no ghost head hole of it? To those crooks too. They set the automatic controls. It's a gyroscope attachment that keeps her steady. And then they must obey aloud. And what's that happened to us? You see Monica, the fact is... Go on, Sam. Tell me the truth. I'll know what you don't. Well, we'll belong to our gas runs out or until the storm hits us. Then we'll dive into the sea. It's a good way of killing Mr. Nailer, is any? I see, son. Have we got any chance at all? Frankly, I don't know. We'd like to look inside of that control cabin.

Oh, even more of this, though. Oh, and stop it. Stop it! Yeah, Mr. Nailer? Stop playing that in front of my Thorgen. Or do you must play something cheerful? Yes, sure, Mr. Nailer. Sure. How long do you think it'll be before we... I have to go in, Mr. Commander, back again. Brilliant, fella. Radio telephones out of order. We can't signal. Said what about those patrol ships? You said they're 200 miles out to watch for an unidentified aircraft? Won't they, too? They've seen us already, I expect. They'll send for an army fighter plane to investigate, but... What can it do? Yeah. Shoot us down, maybe, huh? That's fine. If only somebody could fly the plane. Well, nobody can skip us, so think of something else. See, Mr. Nailer? I was wrong. Wrong, son. About what? One of your party... And I can guess which one... Drop to torn pieces of land. There was a line of writing on it, probably the end of some instructions. Well... Those instructions ended.

You should land just as your fuel fails at 7 o'clock AM. You should land just as your fuel fails at 7 o'clock AM. But that might not have anything to do with the sun. What made you suspicious of it? Because it was written in German. In German? In German? Clients call and I can't hear myself think... Okay, okay, Mr. Nailer, I'm sorry. I thought the fake pilots were kidnapped in you, maybe abroad. There's not enough fuel, but that is not. Well, if there's enough fuel for Los Angeles, then there's enough for Europe. Well, that won't work. It bailed out and left us to crash. Excuse me, sir. But it's given blackest pitch out there. I think it's a storm coming up. What happens when that hit us? Climpy, O'Reilly. Climpy. Well, I was afraid of that. If only somebody could fly this plane I could navigate it. Navigate it? Yes.

You have to learn aerial navigation in my business. You're in a figuring. I might even set a new course and try the automatic controls on it. No, I don't dare handle this shit. Wait a minute. I know where out of this. Well, now speak up, Mrs. a 90-mile-old will gonna hit us any minute. Air host is of course. This leaves. What about her? I remember reading somewhere. The most air host is get flying instructions when they've been with a company for a given length of time. You know Miss Vale, that's true. There was a girl of inter-airways who told me the same thing. And if this one can even make a triad landing a plane, who may get back to New York yet? I thought she said she'd been knocked out. She isn't bad, they heard, but they just a chance that maybe she's... There's Shepard coming back to the pantry. Anybody got a drink? Wasn't very pleasant back there. How is she? You know, we were just wondering where the Miss Lee might be in any shape to pilot the plane. Pilot the plane? Why in places should she pilot the plane? There's no time to explain now, Shepard. But we're bound for David Jones unless something's done. Could she do it? No. Not even if we...

...divide her? Not of all the doctors on earth. To the other side. Why, but I don't think you understand, sir. Miss Lee has just died. In singing of wind above the clouds, then stormed with a white eye of lightning at the window. Losing height, gaining it again, blown off her blind course, blown partway back again, always racing forward on a flight to nowhere. Late afternoon, evening, night, the steady throbbing of motors like a pulse beat inside the head. This is Matt Rodgers from Los Culturistas with Matt Rodgers and Bowen Yang. This is Bowen Yang from Los Culturistas with Matt Rodgers and Bowen Yang. You know when people try a new food and suddenly it's like, wait... That's the reaction. A lot of people are having when they first try QB Mayo. It's the one with the red cap and the little baby on the bottle.

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You can spend the day at a luxury resort, pool spa massage without booking an overnight stay. And listen, I may have only been like 15 minutes from home, but it felt like it was a whole different world. And I'm thinking, this is exactly what I needed. So just go to resortpass.com. Choose your resort. Choose your day, luxury resort day passes. Start at just $1,000. Once you post your daycation, people are going to ask where you are. Go to resortpass.com slash almost famous and use the promo code almost famous to get $20 off when you spend $100. That's code almost famous at resortpass.com slash almost famous. Pony the storm by the way. In that dim cabin, there is exhaustion of nerves. The hands of the clock stand at the culture of two in the morning. Monica, Monica, wake up. What's up, man?

What's up? It's Fred. I keep your voice down. Have I been asleep? Yes, for a couple of hours. You say you can damn criminally sleep on the night before the execution? Where are the others? I was the employee back home. The county down there. The police sent me in. Where are your rallies as he could you ever see a bad chance? A bad chance that he is the old woman that lets you know you're going to die. Wake down you two. I'm sorry, Mr. Mayor. No offense, Chief. I demand Fred quite a bit of solitaire without somebody gacking all the time. Like nine on red dead. Listen, Monica. And listen carefully. My first idea was right after all. What are you talking about? There's somebody aboard this ship who can fly a plane. There is. I've proved it by the automatic controls. Proof did how? If those controls had stayed as they originally were,

the side winds would have blown us clear off our course. But we're still on our course. That shows that somebody's been speaking in there and setting us right again when we do straight. And you mean I mean we're headed for somewhere. We're being taken somewhere. But we may outwit this gentleman yet. Out with who? If somebody's too talking back there. I'm sorry, Mr. Nailer. Monica's just wake up. None of us can feel very much like sleeping anyway. No, all right, son. I have to do it. Come up here and join me with this. It's pleasure. I see for so much this twice in this car game. But I still can't make it come out. Oh, what's the use for tending anyway? We know we're in for it. It's this... ...waging the kitchen. Yeah. Yeah, that goes for all of us, Mr. Nailer. What I'm dreading is... ...is there been one of those motorists choker in good day? And we start... ...word down... ...down... ...down.

What does sound like, Commander, when... ...when motors concoct? I've never heard it, Mr. Nailer, but I... ...imagine it sounds like... Listen. I imagine it sounds like that. Well, those things higher, I can feel it. Well, for, I guess this is the payoff. Yeah, you said it. Look, Mr. Nailer, we can't be out of fuel. Because it's too early. Look at the top. It's only five minutes to two o'clock. I beg your pardon, old man. It's five minutes to seven o'clock. Seven o'clock. Are you crazy? No. Haven't you forgotten the cross-ocean changes in time? By George the Commanders' rights. European time is five hours ahead of our time. You don't believe me just notice that it's getting daylight outside. I was thinking of that message. You should land just as your fuel fails at seven o'clock a.m. Stand perfectly still. All of you. Yeah, watch out in a little odd... I'll show you what's got into me, my friend. Yes, I rather thought you would. I shall go into that control, Cabin. Follow me if you like. I shall sit down at the controls.

And I shall bring this plane safely to the ground. Safety to the ground, where? In Germany, of course. Germany? Don't pull a gun, Colin. If you plug in, we're all done for. That is good advice, Mr. Cohen. I might add that we're getting closer to the ground every minute. For that luck. Do I take control? Yes. Go ahead, but we're following you. Followed by all means. All right. Let's get comfortable here. I take up my position, so... There's fog below, can you see? Well enough, Mr. Stey. Well enough. We must go down rather quickly. And I can't help if it's somewhat rough on your head. You young spine, what's the idea? The idea of the operation. It is to bring you and your plans for a submarine freighter to a country which will appreciate you. And those two fake pilots? They were colleagues, mine. Unfortunately, they remained your product list with its starter gun fight, and none of us might have got it. Well, so they left by parachute. And I brought you safely without blood or toil

into the boundaries of the Third Reich. You're going down too fast, man. I'll take it easy. I am perfectly in command, thank you. Look how the trees are coming straight up. Oh. Oh. Oh. Are you all right, Monica? Are you all right? Yes. Oh, I'm a bit shaken up. We're all okay here, Skipper. Shall I give this guy the work snob before they come to get us? No, don't shoot. Let him alone. That also is good advice. And now my friends, my mission is ended. I stand up on the pilot's chair. I throw up in this glass hatch. And to all Germany, to all the world, I cry. I just have to get stolen a float, so I can be gripped to London outfelled in my island, fancy. I head up. Well, strike me blind to protect another one. Yes, first through Dolphets and all this bloat. What do you suppose they want over there?

English. Why are you speaking English? Why? It's an even epic we've gotten this country. This isn't England's. Oh, yes it is. Better climb out of here and with your hands up. But it can't be. I followed the course laid down on those instruments. Unfortunately, old man, I altered our course last night. Keep back, Shepherd, or you may get a bullet in the head yet. Your instructions were all right, but they didn't tell you about the five hours difference in time. When we got to the right navigation point, I let the fuel out of the tanks. And may you think we were landing in Germany? You know, there's nothing like having a good Nazi for a taxi driver is there. And so ends death's blind, starring Richard Dix with Gail Page and Montague Love. Tonight's tale of... The Spend.

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