ANNOUNCER: The National Broadcasting Company presents: _Plays for Americans_,
by Arch Oboler. (Pause--one beat) As a further contribution to the war effort,
NBC brings you a limited series of new plays dedicated to people of goodwill
everywhere who believe in the inherent dignity of man--who fight together now
for a better world for all. This is a war of men and ideas, and these are
plays of the men and ideas that make up our America of today. As the fourth
drama of this series we bring you Mr. Oboler's new play, _Ghost Story_.
JOE: I'm sittin' here in the factory by my lathe, so a guy sticks a microphone
up in front of my nose and he says I should talk to ya. This is goin' on the
radio, so I'm talkin' to ya. Let me warn ya first. An' this ain't one of those
phony warnin's like the mystery guys do--ya know, like the kids go for when
they start with this, "Ya better turn off the radio! Blood! Blood! Blood!"
This is _me_ talkin' and I'm just a guy who works for a livin' like you mebbe
do--with his hands. But if you're a wise guy I'm tellin' ya--don't listen no
more. Go on, tune in somethin' else. There's music someplace else, or there's
some guy sellin' somethin', or some guy wishin' he was sellin' somethin', or a
dame doin' fancy singin'--there's plenty you can tune in. But if ya wanta hear
about somethin' that happened last night that--that mebbe never happened to
another guy in all the time that guys like me has been gettin' born and livin'
and dyin' in this world--well, jus' sit and listen. (Quickly) I'm six foot
one, one hundred eighty-three pounds, twenty-four, no wife, no dependents--
there you got it. . . . I said it fast, didn't I? Well, I got practice. Yeah,
in front of my Draft Board. I tol' them. I tol' them plenty. And they tol' me.
SOUND: Fade in a murmur of committee behind
VOICE: Joe, what's the matter with you--we're your neighbors! Your friends!
JOE: O. K. Listen to what I'm sayin'!
VOICE: But, Joe, we got our orders from Washington. Anybody essential to
National Defense we gotta defer!
VOICE: Yeah, we gotta defer you. You're a master mechanic. (Fade) We gotta
JOE: You understand? Master mechanic! Me! So, they don't draft me. I'm single
--I got too much health--no dependents--I got no use for Japs or Nazis or that
Duce guy--I'm looking for a fight an' they don't draft me! O. K.--I go to the
Army. . . .
VOICE (fade in): But you're part of an essential industry. (Fade . . .) Son,
part of an essential industry.
JOE: I go to the Navy--Marines--
VOICES: Essential industry.
JOE: How do ya like them potatoes! I want to fight--I _can't_ fight! I'm
tellin' ya! I got outta there and I'm ready to slug the first guy that looks
at me! Essential industry! What kinda double talk's that? They want essential
--what's more essential than a guy who wants to get in there and fight! What's
a war! Guy's fightin', so how about me? _How about me_? There ain't no answer.
No. The big shots lay down the law and a guy like me, he's sunk. Now, wait a
minnit, wait a minnit! If you're thinkin' "What's this guy blowin' off about?
Is he tryin' to tell us what a great guy he is? A hero with red blood an' hair
on his chest an' all that mallarky?" No, mister, no hero. This is just a story
of me--a guy who wanted to fight, but no soap, essential to war industry--a
master mechanic--gotta stick behind that lathe, watchin' the machinery go
'round because Pa was a master mechanic and made a master mechanic outta me!
So it's back behind the machine, Joe Dunham, and shut up and keep your nose
clean! Ain't you heard--you're essential to the industry! The guys at the
plant start givin' me the rib.
VOICES: Hi, ya, General!
What's cooking, Admiral?
How goes it in the trenches?
How many Japs did ya knock off today, Major?
JOE: Yeah--the rib--but that's not botherin' me. Only one thing's botherin'
me. Guys are on ships and guys are in tanks an' airplanes an' fox holes in the
jungles fightin'--and me, I'm workin' from nine to five behind a lathe--yeah,
nine to five. . . . I read about them guys at Pearl Harbor--I read about them
guys with MacArthur--I read about men fightin' in China and alongside them
Dutchmen and pretty soon I can't take it no more! I gotta get outta the
factory! I don't want a lathe--I wanna tommy gun in my hand! I don't wanna
caliper and micrometer in my hand--I wanna be sightin' along a rifle barrel--
yeah, at a Jap, pressin' a trigger! So everybody thinks I'm nuts. My girl-
GIRL: (off) You're makin' more money than you ever did in your life.
JOE: My friends--
VOICES: Come on whadda ya wanna stick your neck out for? You're nuts! That's
what you are--you're nuts! Go on, make dough-- (Fade) have fun--
JOE: Yeah--everybody. So for weeks it's nine-- (Whistle sounds far, far back)
to five. (Factory whistle far, far back) Nine-- (Factory whistle far, far
back) Five (Factory whistle far, far back, continuing with a long beat in
between each blast, far, far back, far behind) Every day--every morning--every
night--nine to five--nine to five--sit by the lathe--stick the castings in--
out with the old one--in with the new one-nine to five--nine to five--over and
over--safe as in a crib-- (Intensely) I couldn't take it! Not me! Nobody could
keep me there! I made up my mind! Yesterday! My last nine to five! My last
sittin' there safe as in a crib! Behind the machine! Yeah last nine to five.
All day long the usual rib-
VOICES: (back) Hi, Joe, where's the Army!
Say, how goes it in the Halls of Montezuma?
How many battleships did you get today, Leftenant?
How's the ammunition holdin' out, Colonel?
JOE: But yesterday it didn't make much difference. I had it figgered down to
three one-hundred-thousandths! Shut off the lathe--punch that time-clock for
the last time--take that lunch pail and walk--keep walkin' and ridin' straight
an' far from any factory and any lathe--walkin' and ridin' to some spot where
Joe Dunham, master mechanic, just wasn't anymore--and Joe Smith, private, got
himself a gun! So yesterday at the factory, with the lathe turnin' (Fade in
sound of lathes back behind) Five o'clock. (Sound of factory whistle far, far
back) Turned off my lathe-- (Click of lathe dying down) For the last time!
VOICES: So long, soldier Joe!
See you tomorrow, Major!
See you tomorrow, General!
JOE: No--they wouldn't see me tomorrow. Not them or the factory or the lathe.
I felt good thinkin' that. I felt good ridin' home--an' I felt good seein'
_her_ for the last time--
GIRL: (fade in) Gee, Joe, I'm glad you stopped being a fool about it! Gosh,
after all, you're sittin' on top of the world! Got everything you want,
haven't you, Joe. (Giggles) Joe, don't . . . Joe . . . Joe . . .
(Fade) Joe. . . .
JOE: I got away from her early. O. K. Finish. Her--the factory. . . . Back to
my room--pack my things--yeah--couldn't wait-- Get out quick that night. So I
packed quick--then I saw that somethin' was missin'! Something-- (In
discovery) Yeah, my pipe! Where had I left . . . ? Then I remembered--on the
shelf next to my lathe in the factory! You know how a guy feels about his
pipe-- O. K. Pack everything else--take a suitcase and on the way to the bus
station stop off and pick up my pipe! Then--on my way (Slowly) I had it all
figured out. . . .
WATCHMAN: (back) What's the matter, Joe--forget somethin'?
JOE: Yeah, I remember--Fogarty, the night watchman--did I forget somethin'.
Yeah. . . . I went into the plant. (Sound of echoing footsteps continuing back
behind) Quiet in the plant--kinda dark-- Two o'clock in the mornin'--seven
more hours until the next shift came in--my shift. And I wouldn' be there. I
felt swell. I yelled out (Yelling . . . echo chamber) _I won't be here_!
(Sound of footsteps) I kep' walkin'. Cold in the machine shop--cold and dead--
that certain kinda' dead that machines have when they ain't runnin'. . . .
Then-- (Door back) Door to the part of the shop where my machine was. . . .
(Closing door) Went in. (Puzzled) Night light on. . . . But that hummin'--
machine runnin' . . . (Sharply) at _my_ machine! Yeah! What--who--a guy
sittin'--at my lathe! Yeah--workin'! Two o'clock in the mornin' like I said--
and a guy workin' at _my_ machine! . . . (Down) I get kind of, how do they
say, carried away like even when I talk about it. O. K. I'll tell ya about it
straight from now on as if you--yeah, _you_--had been there with me. . . .
(Echo back) Hey! Hey, you!
SOUND: Sound of running--fading in--close sound of lathe in and back behind
JOE: What are you doing there at my lathe? What's the big idea? . . . Hey, I'm
talkin' to you. . . . Shut off that machine. . . . I'm talkin' to you!
RUSSIAN WORKER: (in Russian) Go 'way--I'm busy!
JOE: What did you say? Listen, guy, I'm talkin' to you! . . . What the devil
are you doin' at my lathe this time of the night? Who let you in?
RUSSIAN WORKER: (in Russian) I told you, go away!
JOE: Eh? What kind of language is that?
RUSSIAN WORKER: (in Russian) Go 'way!
JOE: Now, listen here, you, talk plain American! Who said you could use my
lathe? Yeah who said so? . . . O. K., guy, you're askin' for it. I'm gonna
find Old Fogarty an' if you ain't here legitimate I'm gonna personally take
you by the--
WATCHMAN: (fade in) Find what you was lookin' for, Joe?
JOE: (in surprise) Huh--who--
WATCHMAN: (fade in full) What's the matter with you, Joe?
WATCHMAN: Yeah--sure--who you think's makin' the rounds tonight--a general or
mebbe a admiral?
JOE: Lissen, I was just comin' to get ya!
JOE: Sure! This guy--where'd he get an O. K. to work this time o' night?
JOE: _Listen_ to me, will ya? This guy--what's he doin' here?
JOE: You dumb son of a gun!
FOGARTY: Now jest a minnit--
JOE: I'm talkin' to you--listen to me! Who gave this guy the right to work my
lathe this hour of the night? Go on tell me--who?
FOGARTY: You nuts?
JOE: Answer me will ya? Who is this guy?
FOGARTY: You drunk?
JOE: _Will ya answer me_?
FOGARTY: You--you better go get some sleep, Joe. I got no time to stay in here
talkin' foolishness to you. I gotta make my rounds-- (Fade) pull my
boxes. . . .
SOUND: Lathe running.
JOE: (slowly) O. K. . . . So you can have the machine, Mr. Polski or Ruska or
Svenska or whatever kind of a foreigner ya are! Why should I care? (Fade) I'm
gettin' out of here, anyway.
WORKER: Yes, I know. . . .
JOE: (fade back in) What did ya say?
WORKER: Please--I must work--I cannot talk.
JOE: Wait a minnit--I don't care what kind of rush order you're gettin' out--I
wanna know about _this_! What do ya mean ya know about me?
WORKER: You go--I know!
JOE: But how do ya know? That's what _I_ wanna know!
WORKER: I cannot talk--I must work--I told you, comrade.
JOE: (irritably) Don't comrade me! . . . Hey, what you workin' there? Why--
them's one of the castings I'm machinin' Listen, that's _my_ work! You ain't
doin' anything new--you're just chis'lin' in on my work!
WORKER: Yes--your work. All of us!
JOE: All of us? What are ya talkin' about?
WORKER: All of us. . . . (Fade) All of us. . . .
SOUND: Fade out sound of lathe with above
JOE: I'm goin' to ask you sittin' out there somethin'. Have you ever been
scared? Naw, I don't mean the scare that comes to you when you ain't got
enough money to pay the rent, or the automobile mebbe nearly goes off the
road, or you're gonna lose your job, or somebody bigger 'n you starts to take
a poke at you, or you read the headlines and you start thinkin' about your
kids. Those are bad enough scares but I'll tell you somethin' worse--the scare
that comes to ya in a place that you know real well--like your own room or
your own basement or your own attic--or the place where you work--where
everythin's the same and yet there's somethin'. . . . The guy at my lathe
said, "Your work--all of us--all of us" an' the air was all of a sudden cold
. . . and I didn' want to turn my head . . . I didn't want to . . . turn my
head. . . . (Fade in sound of machines) Then I heard lathes--lots of them
runnin'--all of them-- (Bring in sound of machinery behind) I turned my head.
The machines all over the shop workin'! Runnin' in the dark--and then there
was kind of a light and then I saw--yeah, it was all right! Guys workin'!
Yeah--the new shift! That was it--later than I thought--the new shift! . . .
(Voice flattens) But I didn't know any of these guys! Not one! Every lathe
runnin' and me not knowin' one of 'em. What was this! Had they fired everybody
and put in a lot of scabs? . . . I'll tell ya.
SOUND: Fade in sound of lathe machines continuing behind
JOE: Hey! You! Hey! Who are these guys?
RUSSIAN WORKER: I told you--we must work!
JOE: But you said they was workin' for me! Yeah! For me! What do ya mean for
RUSSIAN WORKER: Ask them.
RUSSIAN WORKER: Go--ask _them_!
JOE: O. K. . . . You! Yeah, I'm talkin' to you! That's Max Marran's machine.
What you doin' workin' _his_ shift?
POLE: (flatly) For you. . . .
JOE: Huh? What did ya say?
POLE: I work for you.
JOE: What do ya mean for me? I never asked you to work for me!
POLE: Please let me work.
JOE: No! Ya gotta answer me! What do ya mean, you're workin' for me?
POLE: I am Polish.
JOE: So what? What's that got to do with workin' for me?
SOUND: Fade sound of machinery
JOE: He didn' answer me. Bent back to the machine and kept on workin'. Didn'
answer me. All right--so I went to the next machine, where Mike Rogan always
used to work.
SOUND: Fade in sound of machine again
JOE: You! You tell me! Who gave you this job? What is this, a new shift?
CZECH: I'm working for you.
JOE: Hey, wait a minnit! You too? Who ever asked you to work for me?
CZECH: I'm Czech.
JOE: So you're a Pole, so you're a Czech, so I'm nuts! What gives here? Hey,
you! _You_ over there! You got some sense! _You_ tell me!
VOICE: I am Serb.
JOE: What is this? You guys talk like the--the League of Nations! What's what
you are got to do with me?
POLE: We cannot work when you talk.
JOE: So I'll keep on talkin'! Who cares if ya work?
SOUND: Machinery cuts dead
JOE: The minute I said that--the machines stopped. Yeah--everyone of the
fifteen or twenty guys reached over and pulled the switches on the lathes and
turned around slow and sat there lookin' at me. An' it was kinda dark and all
their faces and all their eyes. . . . And then the first one started talkin',
and he said:
RUSSIAN: (fades in) You asked us why we have to work. Yes--we will tell you.
Each of his own crime (Fades), each in his own way. . . .
JOE: Crime? What--? And then the one who said he was Polish got up from the
lathe, stood there, and started to talk. . . .
POLE (fades in): My name is Joseph Rozanski. I lived in the largest city in my
country, Warsaw, I had an education much above my station in life because my
father was a very scholarly man and he taught me many things. I became an
apprentice to a machinist, and soon I was working in a factory and making a
good living. I met a girl--I loved her--we got married--we had three children.
Life to me was good. I had my work--my family--and that was enough. Trouble in
the world? I did not care. I had what I wanted. I was working in the factory
when the bombers of the Germans came. Just before the first bomb hit, I
remember I was thinking, "Tomorrow I will take the family to the country for
fishing." My family is in the country now. The Germans were very careful on
their first bombings. Poland was first--it was important to show the rest of
the world what the bombers could do. My family is in the country--under the
ground. Trouble in the world? I did not care. I had what I wanted. That was my
JOE: He sat down and his eyes stayed on me. And then the one who called
himself a Czech got up.
CZECH: (fades in) My name is Anton Warshak. I lived in Praha. Praha was very
beautiful. I worked for Skoda. It is one of the great factories of the world
for munitions. Small guns and great artillery and shells and bombs and naval
artillery and anti-aircraft guns--the finest in the world. When Munich came, I
said, "What does it matter--as long as I can sit at my machine and can work,
what does it matter?" Then the Germans went into Sudetenland and I said to the
other workers, "You see--that is all they wanted! What was Germany for the
Germans. . . ." I was a great fool. Soon they were in Praha. Soon we at the
machines were slaves and they were the masters. Czechs are not good slaves.
But I said to the others, "Let us stay at the machines and work--good work."
But they said, "No--the Germans will use the machines against our friends." I
said, "Czechoslovakia has no friends!" While the others worked slowly and
badly and did many acts of sabotage, I kept on working as always. I made the
machines that are killing those who _are_ the friends of my Czechoslovakia.
That is my crime. . . .
JOE: And he sat down and another stood up and spoke-
FRENCHMAN: (fade in) My name is Paul Renée. I lived in Pordais, which is a
factory town fifty kilometers from Bordeaux. You see my hands--ever since
there have been machines there has been a Renée whose hands have known how to
do wonders with iron and brass and steel. I owned a small factory and of all
the workers I was the best. I made little things--most unimportant--and most
profitable. Life was very good and very secure. I laughed when I heard that
the foolish _Allemands_ were marching again. The Maginot Line of
fortifications had the Nazi madmen forgotten the Maginot Line? Yes, between
them and my factory was always the great Maginot Line! That was my strength
(Voice flattens) But there was no strength in _me_--only in the thought that
there was concrete and steel to protect me! So I went on making profitable
things with my machines--amusing--beautiful--profitable things. . . . The
Maginot Line . . . I forgot that in this war there was no protection in
defense . . . there was only the protection of the will to win. I forgot that.
It was my crime.
JOE: He sat down and what was in his face was in _all_ their faces pain--yeah,
pain--like they were hurt--pain like as if they couldn't stand it any more!
And then the Russian was on his feet, and this is what he said.
RUSSIAN (fade in): I--yes . . . I will speak. I lived in a Union of Workers.
For many years my people had starved and had struggled for a dream that each
passing year brought closer to reality. A union of men no one of whom had too
much . . . no one of whom had too little. . . . To make this come true we put
our lives into the machines that turned our soil and drilled into it . . .
into the machines that would change our nation in one man's lifetime from a
place of great stupidity and great unequality into a worker's paradise. But,
most of all, the machines worked to make the other machines of war, for there
was an enemy of all workers crouching beyond our borders, an enemy we knew
would reach out a hand of friendship and strike with the other. Yes, the
machines of war, and always our leaders told us that the skill of one worker
at his machine gives strength to a hundred soldiers! For bravery in this new
war, they told us, would not be enough when the enemy has more airplanes in
the sky than you have, when his guns outshoot yours, when his tanks go faster
than yours, then brave flesh alone and the strength that is within a free man
is not enough, for the bombers do not think of freedom and the tanks do not
think of freedom, and it is the bombers and the tanks and the guns that win
the war. This our leaders told us and then the war did come, and at first I
was very brave as I sat at my machine and sang the songs of the workers. But
the enemy came closer and closer--and his Stuka bombers were in the sky, and
his Panzer divisions closer and closer--and I began to have great fear. They
were strong, the enemy. No one had stopped them. _Could_ they be stopped?
. . . And then the sound of their guns was in the air--but our leaders told us
to keep working! Our soldiers would turn them back! The machine _must_ keep
working! But my hand on the machine was like water! Our soliders stop them?
No! No one could stop them! I left my machine! I left the factory! I ran! We
were lost! All of us lost! . . . I left the machine . . . in a Union of the
Workers. . . . My crime was the greatest of all.
Music: Out with above
JOE: And when he stopped talking, he just stood there--they all just stood
there looking at me. I said:
JOE (back--slight echo): Why do you stand there looking at me? All of you! Why
do you tell me these things?
SOUND: Eerie effect behind
CZECH: We heard you were going away.
FRENCHMAN: It would have been a great loss.
POLE: So we came to do your work.
RUSSIAN: Once _we_ were workers.
SOUND: Effect out
JOE: The Russian said that--he stood where he was, but suddenly his words were
all around me.
SOUND: Effect behind
RUSSIAN (in very close): Once _we_ were workers.
SOUND: Effect out
JOE: Were . . . workers? _Were_? And then, as if they knew what I was thinking
they began to speak.
SOUND: Effect behind
VOICES (in unison): Dead.
SOUND: Sharp intake of breath by Joe
CZECH (with great simplicity): Do not be afraid, America. We were workmen.
POLE: I died at my machine.
FRENCHMAN: I died in my factory.
CZECH: They stood me against a factory wall and shot me.
VOICES (in unison): Dead. . . .
JOE (with great difficulty): You--dead--come to help me?
RUSSIAN: Come, comrades! To work!
VOICES (echo): To work.
SOUND: Click of various switches and whine of various machines starting--
fading back slowly behind
JOE: And the machines began to work again--and they sat behind the machines--
the dead! You hear me--the dead! Sitting at the machines and working with
their dead hands for me--Joe Dunham--for _me_! The dead showing me what to do!
I couldn't look at them! I fell to my knees to the floor! And through the
floor I could feel the machines running--the machines!--for _me_! (Bring up
sound of machines as transition--cut cold on cue with factory whistle. Joe
says calmly:) Then the factory whistle blew time for the new shift, and I woke
up, and I pulled myself up off of the floor and there was nobody there. Nobody
. . . only, next to my machine, there was a big pile of finished work--of
machined castings--that never was there before. And I went over and touched
them--and they were real--as real as the words I'd heard. . . . When I started
telling you all this, you remember I told you if you were a wise guy not to
listen any more. I was a wise guy, too, but last night dead men did my work
for me. That's all I know. Dead men did my work for me. And one of them said
that one worker at his machine gives strength to a hundred soldiers. And
another one said that just being brave in this war is not enough. You got to
have guns and ships and tanks. O. K. O. K. Now if you don't mind go away. I
got my work to do.
SOUND: Click of switch whine of machine starting--hold as transition--segue
into musical curtain.
Music: Musical curtain
Originally broadcast: 22 February 1942