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MUSIC: Bernard Herrmann's Suspense Theme
ANNOUNCER: Suspense! Tonight Roma Wines bring you "The Man Who Thought He Was
Edward G. Robinson," a Suspense play produced, edited, and directed for Roma
Wines by William Spier.
KEN NILES: Suspense! Radio's Outstanding Theater of Thrills is presented for
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Edward G. Robinson -- as both himself and as a certain Mr. Homer J. Hubbard,
a man who thought he was Edward G. Robinson -- in this remarkable tale of ...
TYPEWRITER KEYS TAPPING, A PAGE OF PAPER IS PULLED FROM THE TYPEWRITER
HOMER (reads and narrates): Uh huh ... yeah ... well, I'm making this
statement in accordance with a promise to a very dear friend. It is a
complete statement, in every detail, even including those matters which are
to me personally incriminating, because my trust in my friend is such that I
haven't the slightest concern on that score or any other. What follows
concerns primarily two persons. Myself, Homer J. Hubbard and my wife, Ada
Samsee Hubbard. Even when I was courting Ada, I was aware that hers was a
strong and domineering personality, to say the least, and after we were
married, well, at first I put up with Ada's constant nagging and petty
persecutions as best I could. I put up with them for five long years. It
wasn't until a memorable evening in 1930 that the first dim outlines of an
escape and finally a plan began to take shape in my mind. Ada and I had gone
to the movies to see a picture called "Little Caesar" with an actor in it
whom I had never heard of before...
MUSIC from the film "Little Caesar"
EDWARD G. ROBINSON (onscreen, tough, savage): Ah, so you thought you'd rat on
me, huh? Well, get this! Nobody rats on Little Caesar, see?!
MACHINE GUN FIRE over MUSIC
HOMER (narrates over the film soundtrack): The moment I saw that face on the
screen, the minute I heard that voice, the world of reality around me simply
ceased to exist. I lived that picture. I was Little Caesar. I was Edward G.
Robinson. I was dimly conscious that my voice was like his, that even my face
without my spectacles and with my hair parted differently might have been
mistaken for his -- but it was more than that. It was his personality that
fascinated me -- and THAT I assumed. Calm, assured -- tough! (Homer's voice
gets deeper, more assured, more Little Caesarish) The kind of a man who made
people do what he wanted done and the way he wanted it done. Walking out of
the movie theater, I knew something had happened that was going to change my
MUSIC OUT - STREET NOISES
ADA (cold, sharp voice): Well, there's a man! Little Caesar they call him,
and well they may! What's his name? Edwin G. Robertson?
HOMER (timidly): Er, er, Edward G. Robinson ...
ADA: Oh, Edward G. Robinson. Well, I wager we'll be hearing plenty about him
from now on. He's no Caspar Milquetoast!
HOMER (wimpily): Yes, dear.
ADA (contemptuous): Is that all you have to say? (mimics him) "Yes, dear"?
HOMER: Well... uh ...
ADA (extremely contemptuous): What does it take to arouse a little enthusiasm
in you, anyway? Here you've seen a fine performance, a picture that would get
anybody in the world excited and all you can say is (mimics him) "Yes dear..."
HOMER (exactly as before): Yes, dear.
ADA (disgusted): Oh, I wish you were half the man that Robinson is!
HOMER (narrates): But, from that moment, I no longer really cared what Ada
wished or thought. I'd begun my escape into a dream world of my own making.
A world in which I was Edward G. Robinson. As the weeks went by, I began to
identify myself with him more and more. I imagined myself in countless
dangerous situations and, when no one was looking, I imitated him and I
affected his mannerisms. I would start daydreaming at my desk, wondering what
the other people in the office would think if I suddenly exposed this hidden
side of my personality ...
VOICES OF OFFICE WORKERS: What's the matter with him? Has he suddenly gone
crazy? What's the matter with him?
A terrified crowd MURMURS under Homer's voice as he mimics Edward G. Robinson:
HOMER: Okay, okay, everybody! Now, stay where y'are! Hold your hands over
your heads! I don't want any monkey business, see?! Now, stand back there,
HOMER: Any funny stuff from you and I'll let you have it!
RYAN: Hubbard! This is preposterous! What do you mean by such behavior? Is
this your idea of a joke?
HOMER: You'll see whether it's a joke or not if you make one false move! Now,
this isn't a water pistol I'm holding here, ya know!
RYAN (desperate): Hubbard, you're fired! Leave this office immediately!
HOMER: Fired? I'm getting out all right, but I'm not fired, see? I'm leaving
well-heeled and that's where you come in, Mr. Ryan!
RYAN: Oh, b-but-- Please, please, Hubbard! Now, now, be reasonable.
HOMER: Ah, shut up and do what I tell ya! Keep your hands up in the air! Walk
over to that safe!
OFFICE WORKER: You'd better do it.
The OFFICE WORKERS murmur in fear.
HOMER: C'mon, open it up! Get all the money out of it and put it right here
on the desk in front of me! Now, get going!
RYAN: All right.
HOMER: I don't want to have any trouble with you, Ryan! I'm gonna count three
and if you're not movin' when I finish, you'll never move again, see? One... !
HOMER: Two... !
RYAN: Hubbard! Hubbard!
RYAN: Hubbard! What are you doing, daydreaming like that? You better get busy
or I-I shall be forced to report you to Mr. Pemberton again.
HOMER (in his normal soft voice): Uh? Oh, oh, oh. I'm sorry, Mr. Ryan. I'm
terribly sorry. I can't understand what could have come over me.
HOMER (narrates): Well, that's the way it went -- at the office, walking down
the street, riding home on the bus. My life -- outwardly calm and well
ordered, possibly even dull -- was actually twenty four hours of harrowing
adventure with myself as the central figure. I saw every Edward G. Robinson
picture that came out. It was the day after seeing "Brother Orchid" for the
third time that Ada finally caught me. I was shaving that morning and ...
talking to myself ... (mimics Edward G. Robinson) ... Okay, okay, rats, you
asked for it! Now, you don't come out, we're comin' in and get ya, see? And
we're coming in shootin'! What's that? Oh, yeah? Only a dirty yellow rat
would say that! Okay, boys, let 'em have it!
DOOR OPENS, A FOOTSTEP OR TWO
ADA: Well, of all the fool performances I ever heard of, this beats all! What
in the world are you jabbering about in here?
HOMER (embarrassed): Huh? Oh. Well, i-i-i-it's really n-n-nothing, dear. I
was just sort of trying to imitate Edward G. Robinson. Heh heh heh.
ADA: You were what?!
HOMER: Yes, uh ...
ADA: Edward G. Robinson?!
HOMER: That's right.
ADA (laughs cruelly): That's rich. Oh, I can't stand it! You trying to
imitate Edward G. Robinson?!
HOMER: Yeah, that's right, dear.
ADA (laughs): I can't stand it! But don't stop! Don't let me interrupt the
performance, Mr. Movie Star.
HOMER: Oh, please ...
ADA (mockingly applauds): Come on, do your act for me! Ha ha ha!
HOMER (hurt): W-w-well, dear, I-I don't see anything so funny about it...
ADA (savagely): Well, maybe you don't -- but you're the only person in the
world who wouldn't! (mocking him cruelly) Well, I'll leave you to your
rehearsing. But why don't you imitate Donald Meek or Shirley Temple? I think
you'll find it easier!
DOOR SLAMS SHUT, OMINOUS MUSIC IN
HOMER (narrates, darkly): It was right then ... that I decided to kill her.
MUSIC UP AND DOWN
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MUSIC: Suspense theme
ANNOUNCER: And now, Roma Wines bring back to our Hollywood soundstage Edward
G. Robinson, appearing as both himself and as Homer J. Hubbard, "The Man Who
Thought He Was Edward G. Robinson" in a tale well calculated to keep you in
HOMER (narrates): I might have decided to have mercy on her if she'd only let
me alone. But Ada could never leave anyone alone. She ridiculed me at home and
in front of our friends. Sometimes she would let a few weeks go by without
saying anything and I would think that perhaps she had forgotten. But Ada
never forgot. She would wait until we were in a group of people and then she
would come out with it.
ADA: Well, my dear, you mean I haven't told you about Homer's dream world? He
thinks he's Edward G. Robinson!
A GROUP OF PEOPLE LAUGH
ADA: Tell us, Mr. Homer G. Robinson, when do you think you'll be getting your
next contract from Hollywood?
ADA: Oh, you folks have got Homer all wrong! He's a killer at heart! Just a
cold blooded killer!
STILL MORE LAUGHTER
MUSIC OUT - A DOOR WITH A BELL ATTACHED OPENS - FOOTSTEPS WALK AND THEN STOP
HOMER: I, uh, I-I want to buy a gun.
CLERK: Sure, bud. What kind of a gun?
HOMER: Er ... Well, I - I don't know much about guns but, er, that one looks
CLERK: Oh, yeah, here's a nice little gun.
GUN CABINET OPENS
CLERK: Twenty-eight fifty.
HOMER: Do I, uh, have to have a license?
CLERK: No. Not unless you're going to carry it on your person. Otherwise, we
just register it for the police records under your name. What's the name?
HOMER: Um ... er, Edward G. Robinson.
HOMER (in a tough voice): You heard me, mug! Edward G. Robinson! See!?
HOMER (narrates): Oh, I had made my plans very carefully. My plan was that her
murder would look like suicide. It would be a night when the moon was full so
that I could see her head on the pillow and aim carefully. I would fire the
shot, quickly wipe my fingerprints from the handle of the gun, then push it
into her hand. Then, as the shocked and bereaved husband, I would call Dr.
Wallace. The police wouldn't come until later and when they did, I would be
ready for them. I was so busy laying my plans that I hadn't been reading the
papers and had to be told the big news.
MUSIC OUT - DINNER TABLE SOUNDS
ADA: Uh, Homer, uh-- Oh, I beg your pardon, Mr. Robinson...
ADA: Would you mind passing the spinach? That is, if you're not too
preoccupied in planning your next murder.
MALE GUEST (laughs): Yes, yes, you, uh, held up any banks lately, Homer?
HOMER: Uh, here-here-here you are, dear.
MALE GUEST (laughs): Oh, say - say, that reminds me.
MALE GUEST: All kidding, too, on the side, as a fella says. Did you know that
he's going to be here in town next week?
HOMER: Who? What?
ADA (contemptuously, to Homer): Edward G. Robinson! He's going to address the
HOMER: Is that so?
MALE GUEST: Yes.
HOMER: Well, my. I-I'd like to hear him.
ADA: I would, too. I'd like to see what a real he-man is like. Not just a poor
HOMER (narrates): We went, and at first it was the most terrible
disappointment of my life. Because he wasn't tough, or hard-boiled, or
anything like it. He seemed to be a mild mannered man, a little shy. Almost
like me. And he talked about, uh, orchids and modern art. They were his
hobbies, he said, raising orchids and collecting paintings. Modern paintings.
But as the lecture went on, I began to understand and by the time it was over,
EDWARD G. ROBINSON (at microphone): And so, ladies and gentlemen, I consider
myself twice blessed. Every man is blessed who has a hobby but I am among the
fortunate few who has two hobbies. And as the fellow said whose fiance had a
twin sister ...
EDWARD G. ROBINSON: Oh, I see you already know it -- "I love them both!"
LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE - MUSIC IN
HOMER (narrates): Later that evening, I made an excuse to get away from Ada
and went down to the hotel where I knew Mr. Robinson was staying. I bribed the
bellboy a dollar and seventy five cents to tell me which was his room. I went
down the hall and knocked at the door of seven-oh-eight.
KNOCK AT DOOR
EDWARD G. ROBINSON: Yeah?
HOMER (pointlessly disguising his voice): Western Union!
EDWARD G. ROBINSON: C'mon in.
DOOR OPENS - FOOTSTEPS
EDWARD G. ROBINSON: Just put it on the.... well, say, Western Union dresses
their boys up pretty snappy in this town, don't they? Ha ha!
HOMER (a prepared speech): I-I-I must apologize for adopting the subterfuge,
Mr. Robinson, but I have something of the utmost importance to discuss with
you and I was afraid that you might not see me since we have never been
EDWARD G. ROBINSON (laughs): Formally introduced? Why, that's all right. What
is it? An autograph?
HOMER: Well, I'm-I'm afraid it's something a good deal more serious than that,
EDWARD G. ROBINSON: Yeah? Well, you've caught me right in the middle of
shaving, as you see. But if you don't mind my finishing the job while you
talk, why, uh, come right along inside, tell me all about it.
HOMER: Thank you.
TWO SETS OF FOOTSTEPS - WATER IN SINK
EDWARD G. ROBINSON: Well, now what's on your mind?
HOMER: Uh, Mr. Robinson, I have a problem. I've followed your career since
its earliest fame. That is why I feel that you'll be able to tell me what to
EDWARD G. ROBINSON: Uh huh. Well, what is the problem?
HOMER: Mr. Robinson, suppose -- this is purely hypothetical, of course -- but
suppose you were going to kill somebody.
EDWARD G. ROBINSON: Kill somebody?!
HOMER: Yes, yes. In your own home. Somebody who was, shall we say, related to
EDWARD G. ROBINSON: Here, now, hold on a minute, Mr...
HOMER: Er, Hubbard. Homer J. Hubbard.
EDWARD G. ROBINSON: Mr. Hubbard. Well, I may look like a bad guy on the
screen but when I'm not working I'm just a plain peace loving citizen just
like anybody else.
HOMER (chuckles): Oh, you-you-you can fool people like that audience tonight
with all that talk about orchids and modern art, and, heh -- it was very good
and I quite understand why you do it -- a man in your position must have a
"front" of course, uh, heh, yes, heh, but you, you-you didn't fool me, heh. I
know -- rather, I knew that I could come to you and and-and be
EDWARD G. ROBINSON: Yeah? What about?
HOMER: Why, uh, about the murder.
EDWARD G. ROBINSON (drops his razor): About the what?!
HOMER: Well, look at me, Mr. Robinson. I'm a shy, inhibited, weak, utterly
ineffectual person. I've none of your assurance, your hardness, your ability
to cope with any situation the direct, the ruthless way... (sighs) How many
times I wish I had, because for twenty years my life has been made horribly
unbearably miserable by one person. My wife!
EDWARD G. ROBINSON (understanding): Ohhh ... so that's the way it is.
HOMER: Yes. For years, I bore it as best I could, and then one day I thought:
how would you have coped with it? And, of course, I knew at once. You would
EDWARD G. ROBINSON: Here, now, wait a minute, wait a minute! Say, are you
HOMER: Oh, no, no, Mr. Robinson, I wouldn't think of such a thing. Uh, look
here, look here, I-I've even secured a gun to do it with.
EDWARD G. ROBINSON: Uh -- ?! Here! You better give me that! No, no, no! Don't
point it! Hand it to me by the barrel.
EDWARD G. ROBINSON: Now, we'll put it over here. Safer, you know.
HOMER: Yes, I - I must admit I-I know very little about firearms and they're
quite distasteful to me.
EDWARD G. ROBINSON: Yes, you and me both! I mean, uh, small arms, like that.
Of course, a tommy gun, that's different. That's the only thing to use.
HOMER: Yeah, yes, I suppose you're right. But I didn't know where to get a
tommy gun. And I was afraid even if I did, I'd never master the art of using
EDWARD G. ROBINSON: Yes, well, now, you want to kill your wife, is that it?
You want me to help you.
HOMER: If you would, Mr. Robinson. If you could - If you could spare the time.
I can't tell you how grateful I'd be.
EDWARD G. ROBINSON (after a pause): Well, you know, Mr. Hubbard, you look like
a pretty nice little guy. Your wife must really be an old battle-axe to have
got you in a frame of mind like this. All right, I'll tell you what I'll do. I
will help you.
HOMER (delighted): Oh, Mr. Robinson!
EDWARD G. ROBINSON (playing the tough guy): Yes, but its got to be done my
way, see?! It's got to be done right! You've gotta plan these things! Now, uh,
take this gat, for instance. That's no kind of a rod to kill your wife with.
Why, the, uh, uh, caliber is all wrong! The ballistics would be all wrong! The
dicks would be on your tail just like that! Now, I got a gat home that's
perfect for this job, get me? I've knocked off Humphrey Bogart, Orson Welles,
Jimmy Cagney, oh, I don't know how many guys with it. Now the first thing when
I get home I'll send it to you parcel post.
HOMER: Would you, Mr. Robinson?
EDWARD G. ROBINSON: Oh, sure, sure. Now, when you get it, you just lay low,
see? Now, don't do a thing till you hear from me. I'll lay this thing out with
some of my boys and then I'll get in touch with you. Okay?
HOMER: Oh, Mr. Robinson, I don't know how to thank you.
EDWARD G. ROBINSON (slaps Homer on the back a few times): Ah, forget it, pal!
Forget it! (jovially) What's a little murder between friends?
HOMER (narrates): I could scarcely maintain my composure in the two days that
followed. The second day, sure enough, the gun arrived. It was a great heavy
thing, the - the kind that is referred to, I think, uh, let me-- as an
automatic. Yes, that's it. Remembering its history, I handled it with the
utmost care and reverence. I hid it in the garage where I keep my pipe that
Ada won't let me smoke. It was the next afternoon, Saturday, that the phone
PHONE RINGS - FOOTSTEPS - MUSIC OUT
HOMER (narrates): I rushed into the bedroom to answer it and closed the door
after me so Ada wouldn't hear in case it was...
EDWARD G. ROBINSON (filtered): Hello, uh ... Homer?
EDWARD G. ROBINSON: Well, this is Eddie.
EDWARD G. ROBINSON: Yeah, yeah, Eddie Robinson.
HOMER: Oh, yes, Mister, uh ... uh, Eddie.
EDWARD G. ROBINSON: Uh, did you get the package I sent you?
HOMER: Yes, I got it.
EDWARD G. ROBINSON: Okay, now, but, uh, don't fool around with it, see, until
the time comes -- it's kind of tricky.
HOMER: Oh, no, no, no, I won't.
EDWARD G. ROBINSON: Now, listen. If we're gonna do this, the sooner the
better. The deadline is tomorrow night. Midnight. Now, here's the layout. You
go to bed, just the same as you always do, but have that gat handy, and leave
the front door open. Oh, say, I meant to ask you, is it, uh, is it safe to
talk where you are?
HOMER: Oh, yes, yes, the phone is in the bedroom and the door is closed.
EDWARD G. ROBINSON: The bedroom, eh? Well, that's swell. Now, listen, a little
before midnight, now, you get up. She's asleep, of course. Now, you take a
spot just outside the bedroom door where you can keep an eye on her and on the
front door, too, see?
EDWARD G. ROBINSON: At midnight, I'll contact you. We'll do the job and make a
quick getaway and you can hole up in the hideout I got until the heat's off.
Get it? Tomorrow night! Midnight!
HOMER: I'll do everything just as you say ... Eddie.
HOMER (narrates): I followed his instructions to the letter.
ADA mumbles in her sleep.
HOMER (narrates): It seemed hours before Ada went to sleep that night. Seemed
days until my watch finally crept around towards midnight. But, at last, the
time had come. I crept out of bed, got the gun out of my coat pocket and took
my position on the landing outside the bedroom door as he had told me to.
HOMER (narrates): And then suddenly the stillness was shattered by the ringing
of the phone. Oh, I-I was in utter panic. This was one of those unforeseen
things that can ruin even the best of plans. Even plans made by Edward G.
HOMER (narrates): I rushed back into the bedroom, hoping against hope that I
could catch it before Ada woke up. But she already had the light on!
ADA: What in the world are you doing prowling around at this time of night
with a gun in your hand?
HOMER: Why, I-I-I thought I heard a burglar.
ADA: When I've answered this phone I want to talk to you, Homer Jeremiah
PICKS UP PHONE
HOMER: Yes, dear.
ADA: Hello? Eh - ! What? (panics) Ohhh!
HANGS UP PHONE
ADA (whispers in fear): Homer! There is a burglar!
ADA (whispers): Someone just saw him trying to get into the house.
HOMER: Are-are you sure?
ADA (more fearful than autocratic): Of course, I am! Somebody just phoned that
they saw him! Well, don't stand there. You've got a gun. Go down there and
HOMER: Oh, but, Ada...
ADA (whispers): Go on! Do you want us to be killed in our beds? Go on, I say!
HOMER (disappointed): Ohhhh, Ada, why do you have to spoil everything?
ADA (whispers): Go on! Go on! Go on!
HOMER'S FOOTSTEPS DOWN THE STAIRS
HOMER (narrates): She pushed me out. There was nothing to do but go. I crept
down the stairs in the darkness. I knew what Edward G. Robinson would have
done. He would have gone down and captured the burglar without the slightest
trouble and turn him over to the police after giving him the beating he
deserved. But, somehow I didn't feel much like Edward G. Robinson just then.
It was at that moment that the terrible thought occurred to me that maybe it
wasn't a burglar. Maybe this was Edward G. Robinson. I had no time to
pursue the thought further.
MALE VOICE: There he is! Let him have it!
GUNFIRE - MEN YELLING
HOMER (narrates): Suddenly, suddenly there was a barrage of shots and a
confused yelling of voices! In my terror I suppose I must have squeezed the
trigger of my own gun because it began jumping and flaming in my hand! I
tripped on something --
HOMER FALLING DOWN THE STAIRS
HOMER (narrates): -- and the next thing I knew I was tumbling headlong down
the stairs, and that was the last I remembered!
MUSIC indicates Homer losing consciousness.
HOMER (narrates): When I woke up, Ada was holding my head in her arms --
(surprised) -- and she was crying! They made me stay in bed for a couple of
days, but I really didn't mind. Heh! There were reporters to see me and take
my picture for the paper, and all kinds of people, even Mr. Ryan, Mr.
Pemberton came to see me. And Ada? Well, heh, Ada was simply a changed person.
Nothing was too good for me. My slightest wish was literally her command. If
the whole thing hadn't been an accident, if I'd planned it that
way, it couldn't have turned out better.
MUSIC - PHONE RINGS
HOMER (narrates): And then as the final climax that afternoon, when the phone
rang by my bed...
MUSIC OUT - PICKS UP PHONE
HOMER: Yes? ... Oh, oh, yes, Mister-- Eddie. ... You did, eh?
ADA (whose voice has mellowed considerably): Who is it?
HOMER (to Ada): Quiet. (into phone) Oh, it's nothing really. ... Yeah? ...
Well, about that -- things have changed.
ADA: Who is it?
HOMER (viciously, to Ada): Quiet now. Will you be quiet while I'm talking to
HOMER (yells at Ada): Now, don't get me all excited! (into phone) Excuse me,
Mister-- Eddie, yes, they've changed quite a lot. I-I don't think we'll have
to, uh, go through with it... That's right... Oh, sure, sure, she's right
here, j-just a minute, uh... (whispers) Eddie wants to talk to you, Ada.
ADA: Eh, Eddie?
HOMER: Yeah, sure, uh, Eddie Robinson, uh, quite a pal of mine.
ADA (astonished): You mean Edward G. Robinson?
HOMER: Oh, yes, the Robi -- you-you know, we had quite a little chat that
night he was in town, after I left you. We ... got pretty chummy. Yeah, here
... (into phone) She's gonna talk to you, Eddie.
ADA (into phone): Yes? Yes? Hello? ... Oh, oh, yes. ... Yes, Mr. Robinson. ...
(lovingly) Oh, I know he is. ... Oh, I-I certainly will, Mr. Robinson.
... Oh, I know I'm lucky. ... All right, Mr. Robinson. Goodbye.
HANGS UP PHONE
ADA: Oh, Homer! He knew all about it! He'd seen it in the papers!
HOMER: Yeah, yeah, so he said.
ADA: And he said you were a hero! A real hero! Bigger than any movie hero that
HOMER: He did, huh?
ADA (lovingly): Oh, Homer!
HOMER: Well, if Eddie Robinson says I'm a hero ... I guess maybe I am.
HOMER (narrates): It couldn't have turned out better, Eddie and you know how
grateful I am. I'm a regular Little Caesar around town, now. And my married
life is all I've ever wanted it to be.
HOMER (narrates): Of course, there are some things about the whole thing that
confuse me a little. It has even occurred to me, I will confess, that you
might have had more of a hand in it than was generally known. That the gun you
sent me might have contained, uh, um, uh, blanks, I believe you call them,
don't you? Yeah, because in spite of all the shooting there wasn't one bullet
hole anywhere in the house, and the gun had disappeared which confused the
police somewhat, too. And that the burglars might have been some of your boys
playing a little joke. Yes, but I-I don't think you would do a thing like that
to a pal, Eddie, would you? No, I-I don't even think you would use this
statement that you asked me to send you to hold over my head as a guarantee
that I wouldn't try to kill Ada again. Not that I ever would.
HOMER (narrates): But even if you did all that, Eddie, I don't really mind.
Because as you might say yourself: what's a little joke between pals?
MUSIC UP AND OUT
MUSIC: Suspense Theme
ANNOUNCER: Presented by Roma Wines, R-O-M-A, made in California for enjoyment
throughout the world.
KEN NILES: And now this is Ken Niles with a double helping of compliments for
you, Mr. Robinson, for your excellent performances in both the roles you
played tonight. And here's a note from the control room. Bill Spier, our
producer-director says you sounded remarkably authentic as Edward G. Robinson.
EDWARD G. ROBINSON chuckles.
KEN NILES: And very sincere as the little man who wanted to be.
EDWARD G. ROBINSON: Well, thank you very much, Mr. Niles. And a bow to you,
KEN NILES: And, Eddie, since you're one of Hollywood's most celebrated hosts,
we know you'll enjoy this gift basket of Roma California wines.
EDWARD G. ROBINSON: Well, a handsome gift, Ken, and many thanks. Hm, here's
the bottle of Roma burgundy Bill Spier suggested we serve tomorrow night at
Mrs. Robinson's [...] get any meat.
KEN NILES: Well, Eddie, during these shortage days, when you rarely find the
porterhouse steak or juicy roast you want, Roma burgundy rescues many a meal.
For robust Roma burgundy with its tempting taste harmonies for hearty meals
makes ordinary pot roast as flavorful as roast beef. Yes, the finer taste of
Roma Burgundy brings out all the subtle hidden flavors in food. Adds richly to
EDWARD G. ROBINSON: Sounds mighty good.
KEN NILES: Roma Burgundy is mighty good -- because only Roma, America's
greatest vintner, selects only from the world's greatest reserves of fine
wines. Only Roma possesses so vast a treasure. That's why every Roma wine is
better tasting every time. No wonder more Americans enjoy Roma than any other
EDWARD G. ROBINSON: Well, you've convinced me, Ken. And, uh, now tell me, who
stars on Suspense next Thursday?
KEN NILES: It's that very lovely and very talented actress, Miss Susan
EDWARD G. ROBINSON: Well, well ...
KEN NILES: ... in a play about a wife, a husband, a blackmailer, and a
remarkably ingenious murder plot. I think you'll want to listen, Eddie.
EDWARD G. ROBINSON: Well, why should I want to be different from everybody
else in the country, Ken? I certainly will listen. Good night!
KEN NILES: Good night, Eddie, and we're looking forward to seeing you in your
new Thalia production "The Red House" ...
ANNOUNCER: Next Thursday, same time, you will hear Miss Susan Hayward as star
MUSIC: Suspense Theme
ANNOUNCER: ... Suspense!
KEN NILES: Produced and directed by William Spier for the Roma Wine company of
ANNOUNCER: In the coming weeks, Suspense will present such stars as Judy
Garland, Jack Carson, Brian Donlevy, Cary Grant, Roddy McDowall, and others.
Make it a point to listen each Thursday to Suspense, Radio's Outstanding
Theater of Thrills!
MUSIC: Suspense Theme
KEN NILES: This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System.
Originally broadcast: October 17, 1946