Speaker 1: The CBS Radio Mystery Theater Presents. Come in, Welcome him. E. G.
Speaker 2: Marshall.
Speaker 1: You are standing in the doorway of the diabolic, the dangerous,
the deadly, and in a minute or so you will
hear one of the strangest tales we've ever told, a story.
Speaker 2: Unlike any we have ever poured into.
Speaker 1: Your willing ears, because this is a story about a
man you knew only too well, a man who personified
the diabolic, the dangerous, the deadly to an entire generation,
a man the world will never forget.
Speaker 2: Before he gives we're pumping too fast, doctor, Look at
his skin. He's turning purport. Another another minute. We must
improve his heart action. You'll kill him this way. He's
too old to stand this. Look. Look he's trying to speak.
Speaker 1: That.
Speaker 2: Yes, yes, yes, I know, I know you are tired.
My cure.
Speaker 1: Our mystery drama, The Rise and Fall of the Fourth Rice,
was written especially for the Mystery Theater by Henry Slesser
and stars Robert.
Speaker 2: Dryden and Paul Hecht.
Speaker 1: It is sponsored in part by Buick Motor Division and
Uncle Ben's Long Grain and Wild Rice.
Speaker 3: I'll be back shortly that one.
Speaker 1: This is Mexico City, a noisy, bustling city full of
people and automobile traffic. Right now, we're standing at the
intersection of the Paseou de lau Refma and the Avenir
delos Incorentis. We're watching a black thunderbird make its way
down the avenue and then turn into the narrow, crazy
quilt streets of the makeshift neighborhood they call the siwadaras Perdidas,
one of the lost cities built by the Squarters.
Speaker 2: There are two men in that automobile.
Speaker 1: One of them is a man of seventy one years
and his name is doctor Hans Bunderschoff. The other is
a man who has many names, so we'll let him
introduce himself.
Speaker 4: You can call me Gunter. In London, i used the
name George Brighton. When I lived in New York, I
called myself. That's the difference. Now I'm in Mexico and
my name is Gunta Binde, and that's good enough.
Speaker 2: The building, yes, yes, looks like it. You have the
photograph of here right here in the envelope.
Speaker 4: Yes, yes, yes, that's the building, Doctor Benton. But it
looks empty even the band.
Speaker 2: If our information is correct, and if God is with us.
There is still one occupant.
Speaker 4: As we mounted the stairs of the ancient building, it
was hard to believe that the information was correct, or
that God was even aware of this dingy hovel on
the edge of nowhere.
Speaker 2: But then we were.
Speaker 4: At the door of the third floor back apartment, and
it was obvious that no luck was necessary, because no
thief could be interested in what might lie behind that door.
But we were very interested. We had spent a lifetime
seeking it, or rather seeking him a.
Speaker 2: Cunta gunter. Look, dear lord, he doesn't look alive. Yes, yes,
but he's breathing. You can see him breathe. Doctor, how
can we be sure? He doesn't look like there's barely
any resemblance. He's eighty six years old, Gunsa, What did
you expect? But we are sure it's him, There's no
question of youurification. It's him, the one we have sought
for so long. I must try to speak to him.
He's unconscious. He won't hear you. I must try my
furor my furor can you hear me? My fiure. We
have come to take you home, but our work was
just beginning.
Speaker 4: First, we emptied the trunk of our rented automobile, and
I brought the heavy black suitcase containing doctor Bundershaff's apparatus
up the three flights of rickety stairs. Fortunately, the man
we had found in the third floor back apartment.
Speaker 2: Was the building's only occupant, so our.
Speaker 4: Thumping and bumping didn't disturb anyone, not even the man himself,
who remained comatose throughout his breathing, growing more labored all
the time.
Speaker 2: We'll have to use the oxygen soon. I think he's
suffering from cardiac insufficiency. Wait too late, doctor noh, no,
he's lasted this long. He'll last until we're ready. We'll
have to clean up this place too. It's filthy.
Speaker 4: Our informants said. There was an old lady who took
care of him. I've seen her.
Speaker 2: She came around while we were bringing the trunks upstairs.
She asked me about el siego. In thiego, that means
the blind one. Is he blind and cataracts thick as
bottles over both eyes. But don't worry, gone through. We'll
take care of that too, our fura. We'll see again,
our fura, we'll see the coming glory. What did you
tell the old woman? Something that didn't surprise her, I
told her Estimuerto, he is dead, l s Stei Muerto.
Speaker 4: Yes, of course the old lady believed it, and so
did the rest of the world, because our hearer had
arranged it that way. In one of the most subtly
conceived and well executed deceptions in history, a plan formulated
long the for the first excavation of the Fura bunker
below the Chancellery.
Speaker 2: I remember that day in Berlin.
Speaker 4: When the operative we called Leopard came up with the
exciting news.
Speaker 5: I'm telling you it's true. I got the information straight
from the engineer in charge of the construction.
Speaker 2: But what happened? How did they find the tunnel?
Speaker 5: They were making a foundation for a new apartment building
in a Hunter quarter and the whole thing collapsed. That's
how they uncovered it. Six miles long, unter leading straight
from the Chancellery to what must have been a secret airfield.
Speaker 2: That's just speculation here the rest of it.
Speaker 5: There's a barn at the site, or what's left of
a barn, but there isn't any lost or stables or
anything you might expect to find in a barn.
Speaker 2: You mean it was used as a hangar.
Speaker 5: Nobody wants to believe it, not officially, or they'll claim
that Hitler never carried out his escape plan.
Speaker 2: But do you think otherwise.
Speaker 5: What I believe is the Fura confided his true intentions
only to Bormann and Gebels. All the others in the
bunker were kept in the dark so they could testify
to the authorities about his so called suicide and Viking funeral.
Speaker 4: Good lord, But the body in the blanket, the body
that kinz Linger burned.
Speaker 5: It was a corpse that he burned, but not the
corpse of Adolf Hitler. I simply can't believe he remember
Beaumont's statement that the face had to be covered because
it was disfigured.
Speaker 2: Hit Gunda.
Speaker 5: The face was covered because it was the face of
some orderly, not the face of their furra.
Speaker 2: And now that.
Speaker 4: Face was in front of me, his face, the little
square mustache gone, the black hair with its slanted lock
across that famous forehead gone. The lips that had once
blared out martial music loud enough to stir the world
had vanished into a black, toothless home.
Speaker 2: The eye that had given hypnotic.
Speaker 4: Guidance to millions looked out blindly through thick gray windows.
Speaker 2: I stared at that face and I turned.
Speaker 4: To Doctor Bundeschef. Doctor, doctor, is it really possible? Can
we make him smile again?
Speaker 2: It is possible, Gunter. We can make him smile and
feel happiness for the future. But first we must make
him understand. Shall I increase the pressure, doctorness, slowly, slowly.
Speaker 4: He doesn't seem to respond to anything. I'm not a physician.
I know my opinion doesn't matter. It's not in Cooma, Gunt.
This conditioner is a small resignation. He has stop caring
about being alive. His skin color is changing. More pressure, Gunter.
The needle is near the danger mark. More pressure. I say,
you're pumping too fast, Dot. Look at his skin. He's
turning purple and love a minute. We must improve his hard.
Speaker 2: You're killing him this way. He's too old to stand it,
so he's trying to speak. He stependle. He said, quickly
kill the pomper. Consider it's not German, No, Gunta, it
isn't German. But don't forget. He's lived outside of Germany
for thirty years. What does he's saying. He says that
he is tired, very tired. He wants us to leave
him in peace, like you're you are listening to me?
Do you think he hears you? Don't look look at
his eyes. He's blind. He knows someone is here, going
to my far He conser. Yes, I know. I know
you are tired. But now you can sleep, and when
you wake, we will give you the future.
Speaker 4: It was another twenty four hours before Stiller arrived. Stiller
was a doctor too, but he was able to do
something that doctor Bunderesheff could never do. He was an ophthalmologist,
and he would apply his surgeon's skill to the cataracts
that prevented our Fura from seeing the men who had
come to restore him to power.
Speaker 5: I'll do what I can, answer, but don't expect me
to perform miracles.
Speaker 2: Why not, Stiller, We have performed one. We have found him.
Speaker 5: It's not enough simply to remove the cataracts. He'll need
to be fitted with special glasses. Perhaps not after our
indocrint treatment. Hans, you still persist in the stream. I
know what I have accomplished before. I know, but I
can accomplish now. But this challenge is too great. A
man of his age, in his condition, I need.
Speaker 2: Your assistance still, Gunter, is a fine young man, but
he he lects professional skill.
Speaker 5: I'm an eye doctor, Hans. I know nothing about glands
and hormones and all your other mysteries.
Speaker 2: Pleasura, help me, help me make it worthwhile for those
eyes to see again.
Speaker 5: All right, Hans, If you can believe in miracles, I
suppose I can too.
Speaker 2: The operation was performed. From Stiller's point of view, it
was a success.
Speaker 4: The gray clouds covering the old man's eyes were lifted.
But it was only after new strength was pumped relentlessly
into his bloodstream, after stimulants had excited the action of
his heart and liver and pancreas and nervous system, did
we see any reaction or result. And then the moment arrived,
the moment when Adolph Hitler opened his eyes and spoke
to us.
Speaker 2: Who are you?
Speaker 6: Did you hear me?
Speaker 2: Who are you? What do you want of me? We
are your subjects? What your subjects? My fur?
Speaker 6: You are mad? You are all mad. I am no one.
Let me alone, Let me die.
Speaker 2: No, no, my the you will not die. Stop calling
me that my name is Marcus. Please please listen to
me carefully, my furor, my name is Hans. Bundereshev. I
am a doctor, an endocrinologist. I served your cause for
many years. I have performed thousands of experiments on behalf
of the right experiments, probing into the very core of
life itself.
Speaker 6: Yes, please, you must stop this. I will not hear
more of this talk, these lies. I am nothing but
an old.
Speaker 2: Bad stear me out. While you are bringing Germany victories
on the battlefield, I was seeking victory in the laboratory.
I failed, just as we all did. Fid faid.
Speaker 7: We were betrayed.
Speaker 2: Yes, yes, betrayed, of course, and out of that betrayal
we were defeated. But out of that defeat may now
come victory. Victory. What do you say? He speaks the truth?
My fear, are you? I am going to gunta bind
your subject too, this ish man. I know that I
was too young to serve your cause when you first
brought glory to our nation. But my father served it
and died for it. And now I want to be
part of the new glory. You glory.
Speaker 7: What are you raving about rule it?
Speaker 2: Tell him, doctor, please Nogudu, you tell.
Speaker 4: Him all right, I will, I fear, we have come
to restore you to power.
Speaker 1: As you can see, we have found ourselves in the
middle of a horror story, a nightmare made all the
more terrifying because of the reality that he inspired it.
But came back to Hans Boundershoff make good on his
incredible promise. Can a handful of men, even with the
decayed body of a former tyrant, create a fourth.
Speaker 2: Right in the world.
Speaker 8: We'll be back shortly with that too.
Speaker 1: Strange things are taking place in a near abandoned hobble
on the edge of Mexico City. The third floor back
apartment has been converted into a clean, white box of
a room filled with gleaming chrome apparatus and the smell
of strong chemicals. But there is something more than medical
progress being discussed. For the men who have gathered in
this room are discussing surgery on the world.
Speaker 4: Don't misunderstand, my funeral. We are not men of politics.
We know there are others who can guide you better
than we politics.
Speaker 6: I know nothing of politics. Why should an old man
know anything but still water? He drinks the foods he
puts into his mouth.
Speaker 4: But you remember this much, my funer. You remember that
politics is power, nothing more power.
Speaker 6: Ha ha, And is that what you offer me. Are
you hi, army, my legions? Is this my new chancellery?
Speaker 2: But we speak of a different power. Now.
Speaker 6: There is only one power, strength, and I have none.
Speaker 2: Yeah, look at me, I am old die.
Speaker 4: But the power we are talking about is strength, strength, life.
Speaker 2: You use now, I know you are mad.
Speaker 6: You would make me young again?
Speaker 2: Yes, yes, my funer, We can give you back the
years that were lost in Germany when you so risely
escape from Berlim.
Speaker 4: We don't know how many years we can promise you,
or how much vitality we can restore, but it will
suffice for your return to the fatherland.
Speaker 5: Hands, look at him, his eyes, madness, madness, It is
enough for now.
Speaker 4: Hands, let him rest. You've troubled him enough. We must
make him understand. It's no good unless he realizes or
still is right he has stopped listening to us. We
will speak to him again later. It was later, all right,
almost two weeks later before we heard the voice of
Adolf Hitler again. But Bundereshev was a busy man during
that two week period. I had expected him to begin
the ristosterone treatments first, but instead he chose to administer
massive doses of vitamins, and then he began a series
of amphetamine injections, whose effects he watched with concern for
the stamina of Hitler's heart. But the fury survived. And
then Bundeshaff began the critical face the hormonal injections which
he had used to restore temporary youth to gray haired
rodent veterans of the laboratory. Stiller and I watched the
procedure in awe and skepticism.
Speaker 5: A man is the rat hunts. It's simply not the
same thing.
Speaker 2: We have had similar results with primage. Stiller, don't tell
me now that a man is not an ape.
Speaker 5: I still cannot believe in this miracle of yours.
Speaker 4: But he is stronger. You can see that for yourself.
He grows stronger every day.
Speaker 2: But will he grow younger? We'll soon know.
Speaker 4: And then on the night of the tenth day, we
were awakened by a horrendous cry.
Speaker 2: God, But God, what is it with him?
Speaker 6: The few must not be found by existing legal regulations.
Speaker 2: The fewer.
Speaker 6: It's lead off the nation, Supreme Commander of the Armed Forces,
head of Color and Supreme Executive Chief, Supreme Justice, and
lead off the parties.
Speaker 2: Go ahead, yes, yes, but you're if you're please easy,
easy to lie back, lie back and relax. Here I
must conserve my strain is yes, the tried you must
nice strength.
Speaker 6: His strengths of Germany.
Speaker 2: Seems to have gone back to sleep. Yes, yes, he sleeps,
and this time his dreams are brighter, much brighter, coner.
Speaker 4: Maybe our furist dreams were brighter. But doctor Bundershaft's dream
began to fade as the days wore on. Despite daily
massive doses of the hormonal formula, there seemed to be
little change in the years that lined the face of
Adolf Hitler and Stiller began to question whether the dream
would ever be fully realized.
Speaker 5: Hads, why do you persist? I was never convinced that
your primate experiments were valid.
Speaker 2: Everyone has been skeptical, most of all myself.
Speaker 5: But I know it is true, Stilla, you should have
conducted other human experiments first, to begin with.
Speaker 2: This could not be a more important beginning or ending.
Speaker 5: Didn't you have many deaths even among your apes?
Speaker 2: Yes, yes there were errors. Change in the androgen balance
can sometimes be dangerous.
Speaker 5: And if such a change occurs, now what will you have?
Speaker 2: A dead old man? Now? This is one thing we
must not have merely a dead old man.
Speaker 4: And so the experiment went on day after day until
finally some improvement began to appear. Blood brushure almost in
the normal range, red blood cell count, not much improvement yet.
Muscle tone and that's hard to say.
Speaker 2: Doctor.
Speaker 4: Skin seems firmer to the touch, more elastic.
Speaker 2: You see, still up one improvement after another. You still
think we will fail.
Speaker 5: It's a question of time, Hans, But do you have
enough time?
Speaker 2: This time? Time is the enemy. We're in a race,
all right. We will double our efforts by doubling the dosages.
But that might kill him. They're shock. We will have
to try Gunter. So we doubled the dosages.
Speaker 4: The risk was great, but doctor Bundershov was encouraged by
Hitler's ability to withstand the initial treatment. There was only
one problem. The increased dosages seemed to affect his mind,
and days of delirium follow.
Speaker 6: Fools, all fools, our enemies, enemies of themselves.
Speaker 2: What is he saying? I can't make it up?
Speaker 6: Britain is a dying empire, dying America is trying to
be its heir. Russia wants the Balkans deprive them of
the belief that victory is certain.
Speaker 2: We must show them that they can never.
Speaker 6: Reckon on our capitulation.
Speaker 2: Never never. Don't you think this is dangerous? Now? Let
him carry on?
Speaker 6: Smiths the Americans forty five German divisions.
Speaker 2: His voice grows stronger. Let me, General Collot. He may
be unhinged. Doctor, Then all this would have been for nothing.
He must wait and see. There must be no holding
back now, no command. I must hold back his forces.
Disobedience will be punished by death. Color Cola.
Speaker 6: I hold you personally responsively.
Speaker 2: Do you understand what is he saying? Who are those
people in commands? Generals who are gone? I say that
he's mad.
Speaker 5: I say this whole experiment is mad.
Speaker 2: The fewer only dreams. He must dream of yesterday before
he can dream of tomorrow. The second miracle took place
that same day. Here careful, yeah, lived carefully here here, doctor,
and let me help you, sir. Are you sure it's
all right to do this once? Yes? Yes, I think
we can. All the life signs are encouraging his pulse,
his color is blood pressure.
Speaker 4: Even his eyes seem to be in better focused doctor.
I think he's beginning.
Speaker 2: To see us. His lips are moving. He does see us,
no furre. Can you hear me? Can you understand what
I am saying? My thera? Who are you? I told
you my name it is Bundoshev. You are German? Yes? Yes,
I am German and I am a physician. Why are
you here? What is your purpose here? My purpose is reincarnation,
my fura, there is no such thing. Then I will
use the word rejuvenation. You can make people again. It
has been my goal for all the years of my life.
And where were you? Doctor? During the war. I was
assigned by the ESSs to Dahoo to participate in the
noble experiments of a racial hygiene. But I convinced my
superior doctor Sigmond Rossa, that I would be better utilized
in research which would uncover the mysteries of the aging process.
I know of no such experiment. This was to be
Doctor Roussia's surprise present to you my theory, a gift
such as no loyal subject had yet given you the
secret of eternal youth itself?
Speaker 6: And so what became of this gift?
Speaker 2: Doctor Russia abandoned the experiments after our early failures. Like
Steinach and Woranov before us, our efforts produced only short
lived improvement in the aged we were forced to conclude
that the testes of men were useful only in the
formation of romatozoa and the secretion of hormone. Yeah, gy
on lost time. Nothing of this, that even the synthesis
of testesterone was of no great consequence, although testosterone was
one of the chemicals I still employ in the process.
What the process I developed in Stockholm, where I worked
after the war. It's no magic formula, my fura. It
is a synergistic group of chemicals which I believe will
eventually lead to an acceptable method of human rejuvenescence. Is
it true?
Speaker 7: He's what you say.
Speaker 2: Really true?
Speaker 1: It is?
Speaker 2: It is all true, monsieur.
Speaker 6: You can make me as I was.
Speaker 2: We can do only so much, but it will be
enough for the cause, enough to make the world tremble
at your resurrection from the dead.
Speaker 6: World.
Speaker 4: When you make your reappearance at the proper time, in
the proper place, it will be like a lightning bolt
illuminating the planet.
Speaker 2: That is our hope, my fear. We wish it to
be your hope.
Speaker 6: Too, hope, but I had abandoned it thirty years ago.
Speaker 4: But we bring you hope again, my fearer hope for
a new beginning, the beginning of the next thousand years.
Speaker 2: Tell us tell us your thoughts, tell us what you wish.
Speaker 6: Very well, I will tell you what I wish. I
wish for something to eat.
Speaker 4: And with those words we knew that it was going
to work, that our fearer was back among us again.
Speaker 2: That the day of the fourth Rife Adawn.
Speaker 1: The fourth Reich sends shivers up and down your back,
doesn't it. But the idea has created ecstasy in that
small room in Mexico City, has three men watch eagerly as.
Speaker 2: Adolf Hitler dines.
Speaker 1: His appetite used to be greater. He could swallow whole
countries at one sitting. Now he seems to be content
with a bowl of soup. But if he has a
new chance at power, well, let's wait and see what happens.
Speaker 2: When I return with Act.
Speaker 1: Three, there are still exciting events occurring for doctors Bundershoff
and Stiller, and the young man who calls him self Guncer.
The same excitement parents feel when their child takes his
first hesitant step, because now Adolf Hitler is taking his
careful carefully.
Speaker 2: Now, don't overdo.
Speaker 6: It, my limbs Husted so weak.
Speaker 2: Take my arm my funeral. No, no, no.
Speaker 6: I can do it alone. I must do it alone.
Speaker 2: Good, good, Only this far my funeral. Just to the chair. Yes,
yes I can.
Speaker 6: I can't do it.
Speaker 2: Yeah, you did it. I knew you could.
Speaker 6: And now I want to see a mirror, a mirror.
You hurt what I said. I wish to look at
my side.
Speaker 2: It's all right, winter. There's a mirror advisor in my bag.
Let him look into that.
Speaker 7: Yes, yes, yes, of course, Ah here it is, yeah, yes,
that me.
Speaker 2: Yes, yes, my fear. You can see how much you
have changed since our arrival, how much firmer your flesh
has become, how much improved the color of your.
Speaker 6: Skinniest But I am still hairless.
Speaker 2: Yes, yes, The hormonal treatments cannot restore your hair. If anything,
they do the opposite. But there is still something we
can do about that false hair.
Speaker 4: A week like a woman for the image, my fear,
only for the sake of your image. A week a mustache,
so that all those who see you will.
Speaker 2: Know and remember. Yeah.
Speaker 6: Yeah, that must be done. For the sake of my people.
I must return to my people the.
Speaker 2: Way they remember me. Within the week, it was accomplished.
Speaker 4: Stilla found the appropriate adornments, a hairpiece that vaguely resembled
Hitler's own.
Speaker 2: The mustache was easier to find.
Speaker 4: When we looked at the effect, we all shuddered in ecstasy.
And when Hitler himself saw the image, it did as
much for him as all of Bundeshaft's formulas and vitamins
and injections.
Speaker 2: But the Fearer became impatient. Now I tell you, I
am ready.
Speaker 6: Now your miracle has worked, Doctor Bundoshat. You have done
what you claimed you could do. Now I am ready
to return to my people, to my country.
Speaker 2: To the world. There must be no undue haste, perfera.
The time of your appearance must be right. To tell him,
ut it's true, my fear. The entire movement must be
carefully prepared for the push that will bring you back
to power.
Speaker 6: Then prepare them. Tell them I am here. I know
they have been waiting for me, as I waited for
them for long empty years after.
Speaker 2: The more, they never dreamed that their targ would be
led by the beloved Furor himself.
Speaker 4: But no, they must know they will, my Fearer in time,
they will. But the world has changed since you went
into exile.
Speaker 6: Fool.
Speaker 2: Do you think I managed to live to this age of.
Speaker 6: Mine, an outcast, a useless derelict, by feeding on the past. No, no,
But sustained me was the future, always the thought of
the future that was wise. For years after my exile,
I considered the means whereby the life would rise again.
Speaker 2: I knew the day of great Land armies was all.
Speaker 6: I'm finished of armadas and armor and massive bombing.
Speaker 2: I knew that.
Speaker 6: Victory was now determined by a handful of excited atoms.
Speaker 2: Yes, yes, you are quite correct, my fewer, that would
be my.
Speaker 6: Plan of conquest for the Reich.
Speaker 2: My warriors would be atomic carrillers. Don't excite yourself and
tell them bore the shot. Tell them I am ready. Yes,
my fewer, you will communicate with the Fatherland and tell them.
Doctor Stiller left us that afternoon.
Speaker 4: He had a serious operation to perform on the retina
of a close friend. It didn't matter, however, his part
in the experiment was over mine, though was still important.
I left the small room on a series of errands,
shopping for the vegetable staples which constituted the diet of
Adolf Hitler. Buying pharmaceutical supplies and picking up a large
flat box at a tailor shop, whose proprietor seemed mystified
by what he had just delivered into my hands. Here
it is, doctor, Yes, yes, it's perfect, exactly what we wanted.
And now to find out how well it fits.
Speaker 2: Twenty minutes later, Adolf Hitler was in full uniform.
Speaker 4: He stepped out in front of us, a willing model,
turning to give his audience the full.
Speaker 2: Benefit of the effect. His right hand was on his hip,
The left, still useless from the bomb.
Speaker 4: Damage that had destroyed his nerves, was held rigidly his side.
Speaker 2: An iron cross hung from.
Speaker 4: The breast pocket, and there was a black, white and
red armband circling his left arm, the sign of the
broken Cross. But there was one other thing in the
image before us, the most electrifying sight of all.
Speaker 2: Adolf Hitler was smiling. They call you Guinda. Yes, my fear,
I will call you Guida too. Thank you, my fear.
You will be rewarded.
Speaker 6: Gunda, you and doctor Bundaschav doctor Stilla. You will all
three be at my side in the coming days of victory.
You will be very vileged to witness the birth of
true peace in this world, true peace, Guinda, you know
what that is? No, my fur not the peace piece
of blind pacifists. Peace not supported on the palmly fans
of tearful pacifist morning women, but found it on the
victorious sort of a lordly people that puts the world
to work.
Speaker 2: For a higher culture.
Speaker 6: Do you understand, yes, yes, of course. Why are you sweating?
What's the matter?
Speaker 2: That's nothing, sir, I am just overwhelmed my fear. Please please,
you must not excite.
Speaker 6: You must counterattack the Russians the loof prophet. Ground troops
must be alert and.
Speaker 2: Is you must sit again? You stood too long?
Speaker 6: Ah ah ah yeah yeah, I must sit down, and
you benda. You must come here. Go ahead, guter gender,
kneel down. Yes, I am kneeling, Guinta. You must take this, No,
my farer.
Speaker 2: Not the iron cross. It is yours. No, no, no,
I wish you to have it. I wish you to
have it.
Speaker 6: From your Furio's own hand, for bravery in battle, for
exemplifying the ideals of harrying manhood.
Speaker 2: Here, Grinta, my son, I give you wad What is that?
What my farer?
Speaker 6: This this chain around your neck.
Speaker 2: Only a chain, my fearer. But this.
Speaker 6: Disornament hanging from it.
Speaker 4: It's not an ornament, my fearer, It is a symbol.
It is called the Star of David.
Speaker 7: As are of David.
Speaker 1: The Jewish Star of David was given to me by
my father.
Speaker 4: No, not not from his hand directly he was He
was dead when I received it.
Speaker 6: Ooh, Funasaf, Funasaf, do you hear this? You are harboring
a traitor a trade.
Speaker 2: Truth is I took it from his body.
Speaker 4: I was only five years old at the time, but
I had the sense to take it from him before
it was taken by the guards at Auschwitz.
Speaker 2: Folasaf, do you hear kill him? Kill him? We are betrayed.
Speaker 4: Taken me thirty six years to get here, my furer,
thirty six years after my holiday in Auschwitz, thirty four
years after doctor Russia froze my mother and father to
death before my eyes.
Speaker 2: My naked mother and father lie on the ground while.
Speaker 4: The guards poured water over their bodies and grumbled that
they had to crack.
Speaker 2: The ice before the water would pour further half quickly.
He he means to hurt me.
Speaker 4: I hear the sound of the cracking ice always in
my ears and the sound of that water splashing, and
the sound of my mother's voice, begging for a quicker death,
begging for something.
Speaker 2: That you won't be denied. Haud our f stop that's enough,
No doctor, not in oour furnos. Half he has anif a.
Speaker 4: Scalpel, at off a scalpel for the final incision.
Speaker 6: My god, bondosh half hunt me he he has cut
my wrists right open.
Speaker 2: I am pleasing for Guto. Why why did you do
seize me? Doctor?
Speaker 6: They have been betrayed once again, betrayed.
Speaker 2: Fine, gutar gut. Why couldn't you have waited? Why couldn't
you let us bring him home and share your vengeance?
What are you saying? Pound the shaff Not you too?
You are not part of this betrayal. No, no, my fear,
not part of the betrayal, nearly part of the revenge.
But I thought you were a good German, A lawyer. Yes, yes,
I was that by Furra until I was brought to
your service a dahau and learned what loyalty meant to
those who serve depraved animals. The bleeding. Hey, stop pleasing
the bleeding. Let it happen here and now But why
why did you do this?
Speaker 6: Why did you give me back my strength, my hope?
Speaker 2: He he was a dying old man.
Speaker 6: Why did you make me into into this only to
murder me?
Speaker 2: You don't know, you don't understand my fear? No, why.
Speaker 4: Why tell him guitter who cared about destroying a dying
old man? What good was our vengeance unless you had
strength and hope?
Speaker 2: Now do you understand? I fear, and so had?
Speaker 1: Old Hitler dies not in the bunker beneath the chancellory
in Berlin, but an a dingy, deserted rooming house in
Mexico City. There will be no Viking funeral for him
this time, No obituaries, no mourners, just a memory, a
very bad memory, but one which no man can ever
afford to forget.
Speaker 2: I'll be back shortly, and then, you know.
Speaker 1: Some people might find it hard to believe the story
you've just heard, either because they can't accept the idea
that Hitler might still be alive, or they can't accept
the idea of rejuvenation. Well, I can't prove the first part,
but I think I can support the second, because I
know a prime example of rejuvenation. It's called radio drama.
We hope you agree. Our cast included Paul hect, Robert Dryden,
Joe's Over and Ken Harvey. The entire production was under
the direction of Hyman Brown and now a preview of
our next tale.
Speaker 2: I'm a very busy man and prefer.
Speaker 9: To spend as little time as possible in the company
of anyone as vicious and.
Speaker 2: Paved as Guy Richards.
Speaker 9: Yes, I know, but that's exactly why I asked you
to come and see me.
Speaker 2: Warden.
Speaker 9: Before very long, you're going to be spending all your
time in my company.
Speaker 2: I don't blame you for looking puzzled. Let me explain.
Speaker 9: Yes, I do explain a little more than a year ago, Warden,
I was a professor of parapsychology at the university. I
was happily married, successful, deeply involved in my work, and then, suddenly, shockingly,
for all apparent reason, I became well the embodiment you
might say, of a man who has been dead for many,
many years.
Speaker 1: Jack the Ripper Radio Mystery Theater was sponsored in part
by Uncle Ben's Long Grain and Wild Rice and Buick
Motor Division.
Speaker 2: This is E. G.
Speaker 1: Marshall inviting you to return to our mystery Theater for
another adventure in the macabre. Until next time, pleasant dreams.