DAY OF RECKONING PROGRAM #5 THE PEOPLE VS QUISLING

DAY OF RECKONING
PROGRAM #5
THE PEOPLE
VS
QUISLING
BY
KENNETH
WHITE
AND
PAUL GREEN
SATURDAY
APRIL 3 ,
1943
CAST
CARL
OLAP
'FATHER
WOMAN
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FIRST MAN
CHILD
OLD MAN
SECOND MAN
SECOND WOMAN
BOY
FIRST GUARD
SECOND GUARD
QUISLING
ROSENBERG
VOICES
voice of Norway'
WEAF-NBC
"DAY OF RECKONING"
7 : 0 0 - 7_30 FM
APRIL 5 19^3
(MUB_IC_:
ANNOUNCER:
NO 5
SATURDAY
THEMEJJP AND UNDER)
The N a t i o n a l B r o a d c a s t i n g Company,
in c o o p e r a t i o n w i t h
the Council for Democracy, brings you the fifth
in a special series entitled "Day of Reckoning",
program
This
program was written by Kenneth White and Paul Green and
stars - the distinguished actor,
(MU;3IC_:
,
UP__AND OUT)
(AFTER ANNOUNC_EMENT_MUSIC_CO_NTINUI_NG; _HR0UGH)
ANNOUNCER:
A Norwegian f a m i l y
(DISHES.
is eating
supper.
A CUP BEING PUT DOWN IN A SAUCER, A
KNIFE BEING LAID ACROSS A PLATE.
BUT NO WORD I S
SPOKEN AS MUSIC CONTINUES UNDER UNTIL:)
CARL:
^S.1^^
CARL:
Father -
_ A 5. R £ P 1 L I P_u_.)
I ' d l i k e some more b r e a d . (PAUSE)
Never mind.
I can
c u t i t myself. (PAUSE)
(DISHES)
CARL:
I guess i t i s n ' t e v e r y family
butter I
(PAUSE)(NO RESPONSE)
i n Norway t h a t l a s
Mother, a r e you t i r e d ?
Did you have a hard day? (PAUSE,
NO RESPONSE.)
Well,
Olaf, y o u ' l l t a l k to me? Y o u ' l l t a l k t o your b r o t h e r
Carl.
Of c o u r s e you w i l l .
You're
too young to have
a p a r t in these s i l l y family q u a r r e l s .
Olaf?
Come on t e l l me.
I'm proud of you,
(MORE)
How's school,
You a r e a fine youngster Olaf.
GAEL:
(CONT'D)
they?
me.
I ' l l beb a l l your s c h o o l m a t e s envy you,
I ' l l b e t they envy you h a v i n g a b i g b r o t h e r
Now come o n ;
t e l l me, d o n ' t
(NO RESPONSE.
FATHER:
D o n ' t bawlI
cry, wife,
don't
like
they?
THEN A WOMAN BEGINS TO CRY SOFTLY)
D o n ' t l e t him s e e your
bears.
I f you must
c r y where he c a n ' t s e e you - b e h i n d t h e d o o r ,
(CHAIR BEING PUSHED BACK.
FOOTSTEPS, STIFLED
SOBS)
CARL:
Mother J
(DOOR SHUTS
PAUSE)
CARL:
Why i s she c r y i n g ?
OLAF:
(YOUNG VOICE: BITTERLY) They say we e a t t r a i t o r ' s
bread
and b u t t e r .
FATHER
Silencei
The rotten dead cannot be addressed,
cannot hear.
Finish your bread, Olaf,
They
You need your
strength.
CARL:
Father, how long are you going to keep up this farce I
Not speaking to me.
Acting as though I weren't here.
What if the neighbors do t a l k .
They're jealous
that's
a l l - jealous of the food we've got that they h a v e n ' t .
FATHER:
Olaf
OLAF:
Yes, father?
FATHER:
My neighbors did not always despise me.
OLAF:
No,
FATHER:
They d i d n ' t curse the bread I pub in my mouth.
-
father.
the name of Soren Pederson - was an honest name.
OIAPJ
Yes,
father.
My name
CARL:
(BELLIGERENTLY) I asked you a q u e s t i o n , f a t h e r 0
How
long a r e you going t o keep up thLs f a r c e ?
FATHER:
U n t i l the s t i n k i n g dead c a r c a s s of my f i r s t • b o r n ,
Is t a k e n from t h i s h o u s e .
r o t t e n bones like
CARL:
U n t i l I t lodges w i t h the other
It,
(CRYING OUT) FatherJ
You c a n ' t fcreab me t h i s way.
done my duty as I thought "best.
your son,
Carl,
I've
Father, l i s t e n to me ~
I don't want to leave my family „
I love you,
f a t h e r , I love mother - father - father w i l l you speak
to me?
(NO RESPONSE)
Father, you d i d n ' t used to hate me,
(PAUSE)
PATEER:
I had a son once,
CARL;
You s t i l l can be, f a t h e r ,
FATHER:
(IGNORING THIS) I could speak h i s name to my neighbors.
A fine young man,
I was proud of him.
They would l i s t e n as to any proud father. Now I have no
such son,
CARL:
(CRYING OUT) Father'
FATHER:
His name I cannot even utter.
In the factory, in the
street, In the stores. When the neighbors speak of him
his own mother says, I have no son named Carl, No, She
is right, A dead man lives with us, pretending he is
out son Carl, From the grave he brings us food and to
our shame we eat it,
OLAF:
(WILDLY)
FATHER:
Hush, hush.
Traitors' bread 1
This ghoul who says he is my son is a
follower of Vidkun Quisling,
The bread we eat at his
hands is bloody. The meat we take from his hands is the
limbs of our fellow countrymen. Cannibal! Who would
devour the breaatsthat gave hla nourishment, Quislingl
CARL:
(WEAKLY)
FATHER:
Are
CARL:
(GROVELLING)
FATHER:
Are you. the young mail who follows Quisling, h a l l s him as
FatherJ
you my son, Carl?
Yes, f a t h e r ,
yea.
leader of our people?
CARL:
Yes, f a t h e r ,
FATHER:
Then look me In the f a c e .
CARL:
I am looking,
FATHER:
Then Into your f a c e , take your f a t h e r ' s
yes - God forgive me.
Look a t me, t h i s once,
father.
spit,
(SPITTING, )
UPJJARSH^ LOUD^ UP_FULL,__ FADEJPO ANGRY MJRMJRjnjpBR^)
WOMAN:
(ON ECHO) I t
father
Is a b i t t e r
thing to see the s p i t t l e of a
t r i c k l i n g down the face of h i s f i r s t born son,
But I t Is more b i t t e r
to see your land laid under a
conqueror's f e e t l i k e a c a r p e t , by one man6 QuislingJ
(THE NAME ECHOES AND IS REPEATED UNTIL IT IS
NOTHING BUT A HISS)
WOMAN:
Out of the pit of snakes.
If
Quisling!
(PAUSE)
Who am
My voice Is bitter now, speaking the name, Quisling,
But mine Is the voice of Norway,
WOMAN:
Once I t was the voice of a land ~ a nation - where the
s o i l yielded only to man's sweat.
r e s i s t e d the s t r u g g l i n g hands.
Where the rocks
There stand the
mountains, snow l i v i n g on t h e i r h e i g h t s , crowning them
In cold f o r e v e r ,
In the rocky bays the f i s h swarmed.
The hands of the men who gathered them for food were
scarred and torn and swollen.
(MORE)
WOMAN:
(CONT'D)
Bub out- of the nature of t h i s s e a - g i r t land
men and women who have dwelt here made t h e i r
the
lives.
Among the rocks and ridge's they carved a sturdy image of
themselves.
Prom the s e a s , out of the briny a s s a u l t of
the sea they learned courage.
They learned p e a c e .
Peace tie unto you - was t h e i r g r e e t i n g to each
other.
(FADE IN BACKGROUND SOFTLY STRIKING BELLS)
WOMAN:
Through the long dark winter and the rapid b l i s s of our
springtime - peace be unto you and to u s ,
(PAUSE
WOMAN:
CONTINUE BELL FADE AS:)
Once my voice was the voice of the wind through the
pines of our l a n d ,
Once my voice was the kind speech
of a man tending in the dark hush of the n i g h t an a i l i n g
animal,
F I R S T MAN:
(OFF MIKE) There, b o s s , t h e r e ,
i t w i l l be a l l r i g h t .
There, boss ~
(SOFT LOWING OF COWS IN STABLE,
WOMAN;
FADE UNDER)
Once my voice was t h a t of a mother singing her c h i l d
to sleep'm
(FADE_IN WOMAN'S VOICE SINGING,J3FPJMIKE,JJORWEGIAN LULLABY^,
CONINTUE UNDER:)
WOMAN:
Once my voice spoke in the tones of a child -
CHILD:
(OFF MIKE)
What kind of flowers did you say they were,
Grandfather?
OLD MAN
(OFF MIKE)
childe
Anemones.
The s p i r i t of early spring, my
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WOMAN:
Once my h a i r was l i k e the shadows of the clouds t h a t
pass and cross over oar v a l l e y .
Once my h a i r was l i k e
the dark v a s t n i g h t , of winter where--in play the
n o i s e l e s s cold fountains of the s t a r s . .
But now I
(LULLABY ABRUPTLYJWT^ _BEGIN_ROLL 0F_DRUM £ONTINUIWGJTO CRESCENDO.
WOMAN:
My h a i r
VOICES:
(OFF MIKE)
WOMAN:
Now each mountain is a seat of venom.
is a nest of serpents ~
Quisling ~~ q u i s l i n g ~
The shadows of
the clouds hide only the d e s i r e fco s t r i k e
-
VOICES;
(OFF MIKE) Quisling!
WOMAN:
Let each house be a source, l e t each window be a fang,
Quisling!
l e t us gather our poison of hate to k i l l and destroy VOICES:
QuislingI
WOMAN:
Who answers me?
SECOND MAN:
I do.
Quisling,
My brother was a teacher, lie was shot against
the wall.
Because he told his pupils that freedom was
good,
VOICES:
Quisling! Quilsing!
SECOND WOMAN: I answer you. Because my husband was dragged to forced
labor in Germany,
VOICES:
Quisling! Quisling!
WOMAN:
Who else answers me?
I do.
Because my mother was killed by the invading
Nazis,
VOICES:
Quisling! Quisling!
1
Quisling! Quisling!
D1^0EDkWS_GM.SHJ)F^ MUSIC, OUT)
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WOMAN:
Who Is t h i s man who has turned the h a i r of my head Into
a n e s t of s e r p e n t s , -who has made my voice the voLce of a
Fury - a Fury of vengeance]
Who 3Ls t h i s man, Quisling?
Who w i l l go with me to confront him?
Who w i l l speak
with the voice of Norway a g a i n s t him?
VOICE;
Who?
I will I
ANOTHER VOICE:I w l l l j
MORE VOICES:
And I .
And I .
And I .
(UNTIL IT SWELLS TO A GREAT
SHOUT)
MUS.X2- I N _ ° E 1°L £. P _ S S O U . T _ P ^P1
(MUS_IC_;
WOMAN:
AS
_0
In the city of Oslo, the city that was the capltol of
our peaceful country, this man - Vldkun Qullslng - has
a mansion,
(FADE IN WIND SOUND UNDER)
WOMAN:
A gloomy great house before which guards march back and
forth,
(FADING OUT)
(WIND SOUND CONTINUING THROUGH.
FADE IN PACKING
FOOTSTEPS)
FIRST GUARD:
(OFF MIKE)
H a l t , who's
SECOND GUARD: (OFF MIKE) Me, you f o o l .
GUARD:
Who e l s e would I t b e .
I t h o u g h t maybe I t was C a r l P e d e r s o n .
SECOND GUARD: (INTERRUPTING)
H e ' s supposed —
Ah, I t ' s n o t time f o r him y e t .
h a s numbed your b r a i n .
FIRST GUARD:
there.
The c o l d
I f you e v e r h a d o n e ,
I could stand the cold, b u t I t ' s
this uncertainty - this
fear « every shadow armed with a .knife « never knowing
when somebody may jump on you.
Never being s u r e .
knowing when you may get a b u l l e t In your back.
Never
SECOND GUARD; You must be new*
Ah, you'll get used fco its
What do
you expect - you're guarding the Chief of Norway.
(SUDDEN UPRUSH OF1 WIND SOUND)
VOICES;
(OFF MIKE) Quisling! QuislingI
Quisling!
FIRST GUARD; Who's there?
SECOND GUARD: Nothing but the -wind. You are green. Youv 11 get used
to it. Back to your walk, boy. Back to your pacl&g
(PACKING FOOTSTEPS FADE SLOWLY. BUT ANGUISHED
CRIES CONTINUE IN BACKGROUND)
WOMAN!
(SOFTLY) This is the c o r r i d o r of the gloomy mansion.
Behind t h a t door s i t s the man who c a l l s hitaself Chiof
of Norway,
(DOOR BANGING OPEN AS BEFORE GUST OF WIND)
QUISLING:
Who's t h e r e j
WOMAN:;
Are you Vidkum Abraham Lauritz Q u i s l i n g , one time major
Who is
it?
in the Norwegian army? (PAUSE)
QUISLING:
I am h e ,
WOMAN s
And there is no shame in your voice when you answer.
QUISLING;
Of course n o t ! (ANGRILY) Who are you?
of mej
yes.
Who l e t you inj
(CALLING)
WOMANi
Guard!
How did you get past the guard.
Guard|
Call your guards and they w i l l rush to save you in an
empty room, (PAUSE)
Only your e a r s , Vidkuri Quisling
can hear my voice now.
dare to turn around.
And only your eyes - do you
Vidkum Quisling and look into the
eyes of t h a t woman there?
QUISLING;
What do you want
Of course I d a r e .
-9WOMANj
Then look at the hate in her eyes.
Her son was shot as
a hostage „ And there, in the other corner, Vldkufl.
Quisling, the wife of a man who died in a concentration
camp.
And thereJ
And thereJ
And thereJ
See the hate
looking at you, Yidkun Quisling, implacable undying hate
from the eyes of a l l the Norwegian people stares at you
in this empty room,
QUISLING:
And my voice speaks their hate.
Then you are phantoms - dreamsJ
Well - you are welcome,
I have always had dreams - strange great dreams.
WOMAN:
Put off your childish frowno
Push back that foolish
lock of hair from your forehead.
audience, VJLdkun, Quisling,
You are before an
An audience of hate.
You
are fond of audiences, a r e n ' t you?
QUISLING:
Yes.
QOMAN:
You have not lost your pride,
QUISLING?
I have much to be proud of, have I not,
VOICES:
TRAITOR^
QUISLING:
(HARSHLY) Be still, you silly accusers I Who knows the
Traitor I
Traitor I
anatomy of a traitor?
have?
Have you suffered more then I
No, You have not.
Did you not bring anguish to
me, because you would not heed me.
What- is the anguish
of a woman who has lost a husband, of a father who has
lost a son - of anyone compared to that which a great
man suffers when people will not receive his wisdom!
You call me traitorJ
sins are yours.
WOMAN:
BahJ
The treason is yours.
I shall not bear them for you£
What s i n did the people of Norway commit?
The
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QUISLING:
They ignored me I
When I spoke to them, when I called.
meetings, -when I summoned them to put my party of
National Unity into power, what did they do?
WOMAN:
The people of Norway r e j e c t e d you.
QUISLING;
Yesj
Ye si
greatness I
When I c a l l e d NorwayI
To glory I
Awake I
Awake to
To power J What did the people
of Norway answer?
MAN:
(OFF MIKE) Gookadoodle dool
A-squaw.kJ
A-squawkJ
A-squawkJ
(LOUD GUFFAWING AND LAUGHTER)
QUISLING;
(EXCITEDLY)
Jeered ab me, made mock of me,laughed at
me, made fun of my ambitions! And of me who could have
given the nation strength, given it discipline!
pushed away the stern strong hand I offerede
They
They would
not follow me I
WOMAN:
Because you were a clown. With your rasping voice,
your shy ridiculous little gestures. And your followers,
who were th©y?
Boys whose voices had scarcely changed,
children from whose faces the blemishes of adolescence
had not cleared.
These were your strong men. Every
time you set up a guard of them at one of your meetings
they were tossed around like chips?
QUISLING;
Yes, And at election time not two percent of the whole
voting population cast their ballots for my National
Unity party.
WOMAN;
The people of Norway rejected you completely. They
preferred their freedom.
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QUISLING:
Their weaknessJ
WOMAN;
Their
QUISLING:
Their l a z i n e s s I
WOMANj
They preferred t h e i r
peace I
have none of you.
own way of l i f e . They would
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(PROUDLY) That's right, That's correct. You have all
the facts of the indictment accurate.
WOMAN:
You speak as though you were proud of it-.
QUISLING:
I am,
SOUND:
(FADE IN BACKGROUND HORST WESSEL SONG, CONTINUING
UNDER:)
QUISLING:
The people of Norway thought they were done with me.
They thought I could be ignored. Norway believed it
could choose of its own will the men who were to govern
it.
But Norway was wrong.
That day was past. The
day of the strong man had risen.
The day when the
true master was welcomed when people yielded their
lives into his all-knowing hands. My day I Mine I
Norway was not done with me. My sun was risingl
I was only beginning.
I was to be chief of Norway -
whether the Norwegians wanted it or not,
XMUSIC STEADILY MOUNTING . . . )
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—
QUISLING:
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I went to people who knew my dream, who understood my
ambitions, who did not care any more than I did how
they gained power.
XMUSICj_
I went to Berlin.
AT_CLIMAX XNTO_BACKGROUND MANJ_VO_ICES_ SHOUTING ^ S E I G
S_EIG_HEIL"__AND__LOUD TRAMP, OP_MARCHI_NG F E E T ^ _ALL_SOUNDS_
FADE_AS_:1
QUISLING:
I met Alfred Rosenberg of the German Nazi party.
ROSENBERG:
(WITH GERMAN ACCENT) You have our Fuehrer's promise that
in return for the services you render to our liberating
German arms you shall be the Fuehrer of Norway.
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QUSLING:
I thank yout
ROSENBERG: You shall have funds to aid you.
QUISLING:
I thank you.
ROSENBERG:
It Is true you have friends In the Norwegian army and
navy?
QUISLING s
I have. There is Colonel Konrad Sunlo.
ROSENBERG:
The names are not necessary,
The important thing is
you are sure you can win them over?
QUISLING:
With money, yes.
ROSENBERG:
You shall have plenty then. Let me "be the first to shake
the hand of the future Fuehrer of Norway.
QUISLING j
Thank you,, thank you, thank you,
(FADE)
_ HORST WESSEL_UP_ FULLJ\ND_OUT_._._.__)_
WOMAN:
SOUND:
WOMAN:
And on an April morning in 19^0 German bombers (FADE IN BACKGROUND OF PLANES:)
-Roared undisputed over the rooftops of Norway.
We were without defenses.
QUISLING:
(EAGERLY) Yes, that is correct.
Soldiers surrendered to
the advancing German army without firing a shot.
Because their commanders - bribed by me - ordered them,
not to J
WOMAN;
SOUND:
QUISLING:
SOUND:
Our cities were bombed,
(BACKGROUND OF FALLING BOMBS AND EXPLOSIONS.)
It was necessary to shoot some of the population.
(RIFLE FIRE.
PLANES, BOMB CRASHES AND RIFLE
FIRE MINGLE, AND SWELL UP FULL CONTINUING
THROUGH)
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(SHOUTING) You would not listen to me Norway when I
called on you to give me power} You would not listen to
me when I asked you to let me free you from the domination
of labor unions, you would not heed my call to greatness.
No I No I You jeered and made fun of me, ignored me and
now - now what have you?
SOUND:
VOMAN;
(ALL SOUNDS ABRUPTLY OUT.)
Norway was enslaved.
The
Germans had seized our
country.
QUISLING:
A just vengence. A punishment that was bound to come.
B'or the sin the Norwegian people committed against me.
And while in the public square of Oslo a German band
played waltzes to calm, the populace -
XMUSICJ_
FADEJEN BAG_KGROUND_GERMAN MND_MUSIC_,PLAYING_SLIGHTLY
DISTORTED WALTZE§.)__
QUISLING:
As was promised by the Fuehrer, I was proclaimed the
Chief of Norwayl
XMUSIGJ_
MUSIC UP_SLIGHTLY AND OUT ^ A
QUISLING:
I, Vldkun Abraham. Lauritz Quisling, Chief of Norway.
A
1
I, Quisling, have reached my goal.
XMUSJOJL
STERN MUSIC. BEGINS_UNEERj. JL ^ j. X
WOMAN:
Your name is a hiss in the mouths of men*
VOIC ES :
Quis1ing I Qulsiing t
WOMAN;
Your name is a curse to call evil.
VOICES:
Quisling I Quisling I
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Whatever is &%imf$ whatever Is foul, whatever betrays
and rends and spoils, whatever is unclean, whatever Is
shunned, takes your name.
VOICES :
Qu1s1ing J
WOMANs
Where the hand of man was lifted for freedom; you are oast
out.
Qu1s1 ing 1
Wherever decency lives you are not.
Wherever men
deal with each other In. honor's name you are barred.
But where foul things live, where filth breeds, where
treachery and envy walk you are with them,.
VOICES;
Quisling I- Quisling!
WOMAN;
Hail, traitor1
VOICES:
Quisling!
WOMAN:
Hail Judas.
VOICES:
Quisling!
WOMAN:
Hail Quisling, betrayer of Norway..
^
Quisling!
Quisling I
UP__PULL FADE_SLOWLY OUT
X: A i
A
WOMAN:
Your name has been given to history.
QUISLING:
You have cursed me•
WOMAN:
In the name of Norway./ In the name of the decent peoples
of the earth.
QUISLING:
Does it touch me?
Do I show a wound?
Your bitter words
are nothing to me, for they are nothing but words.
my name a hiss in the mouths of men?
not alone in the world.
Is
So be it,' And I am,
In my company stands Pierre Laval
of France, Mussert of Holland, Seyss-Enquart of Austria,
Hooha of Czecho Slovakia.
Do your curses touch them.
have gained my goal.
Their nam.es are anathema too..
No.
And I was the first.
I have paid, in bloody coin, for the
Norwegian laughter, the Norwegian scorn, the Norwegian
rejection..
I
SOUND:
(BEGIN SOUND OF WIND UNDER:)
QUISLING:
I am not alone.
Your curses fall on heedless ears for
I have been true to myself.
Traitor Quislingi
been true to my dream, and my ambition.
have been conquered.
betrayed.
won.
I have
I have von and you
I am the traitor but you are the
I am. the conqueror, you the conquered.
I have
I, Quisling, at whatever cost to you, have won.
SOUND j
(WIND SOUND MOUNTS THROUGH THIS AND HIS VOICE
RISES TO A SCREECH TO TOP IT.
QUISLING:
IS
IJ
SOUND:
FADES OUT ON:)
II
(WIND SOUND FADES TO BACKGROUND.)
WOMAN;
(QUIETLY)
Men and women of Norway, let us leave
this place of boasting, let us go out from, this gloomy
house with its empty corridors and its lurking fears,
past the uneasy guards.
SOUND:
(FADE IN BACKGROUND PACING FEET.
FIRST GUARD:
(WAY OFF MIKE)
SOUND:
UPRUSH OF WIND.)
Halt, who's there?
(WIND DIES DOWN.
SOUND
OF PACING FEET OUT.
FAINT RIFLE FIRE.)
FIRST GUARD:
WOMAN:
Halt.
Past the darkened streets and the garrisons of the Nazis,
past defeat and treason, out of the darkness into the
light of freedom that burns forever like a holy fire at
the heart of Norway»
You, child,
BOY:
Yes?
WOMAN:
Your mother was killed by the Nazis.
-17BOY:
Yes.
WOMAN:
Then go study how you may destroy them. You, whose
brother was a teacher -
MAN:
Yes.
¥OMAN:
He was killed by the Nazis too,
MAN;
He was.
WOMAN:
Then make ready your vengenoe. And you, old man, father
of Carl, you have lost a son to Quisling, but I tell you
this land shall be yours again. Be brave, believe me.
FATHER:
I believe. Because I have nothing else to live for.
WOMAN:
People of Norway, all of you, in the name of Norway I
call to you.
VOICES:
We hear you, we answer you.
WOMAN:
Go about your work of vengence, of sabotage, of endless,
ceaseless work for our freedom.. You have seen how
treason is not ashamed
of its ghastly head. You have
seen how nothing would stand in the way to accomplish that
treason. Do you therefore not let anything stand' in the
way of your freedom.
Do not leave one deed undone that
will bring the invaders to their doom. Warm your hands
now at that holy fire which burns at the heart of Norway,
then go, I bid you, carefully abouu your work. Go.
(PAUSE)
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WOMAN;
It is of Norway ve are thinking now.
Land that we love.
Norway the sea-bound
Land of towering mountains.
There
are our homes, in the land of the sea spray, la the
land of the mountain cloud.
SOUND:
FATHER:
(FADE IN SOUND OF WEEPING)
No, wife, you must not weep.
been dead to us.
Our son, Carl, has long
The dead cannot be slain.
Olaf,
bring me the bible.
OLAF:
Yes, Father.
FATHER:
What is necessary, wife, for our country must now be done.
OLAP;
Here is the bible, Father,
FATHER:
Listen then, while I read.
Ecclesiastes,
From the third chapter of
To everything there is a season and a
time to every purpose under the heaven.
born and a time to die.
A time to be
A time to plant and a time to
pluck up that which is planted.
A time to kill and a
time to heal OLAFt
Are they waiting for him, Father?
FATHER:
Yes, Olaf,
house.
They know the time when he'll lecve the
They are waiting for him.
Do not think of it.
Listen.
I have told thorn.
A time to kill and a
time to heal,
SOUND:
(WOMAN WEEPING SOFTLY)
FATHER:
This is not the time for tears, wife.
This is the time to
think of N o w a y the land that nurtured our first-born son,
the land bhat give him freedom and peace, the land that
he now betrays.
SOUND:
(DOOR OPENS.
CLOSES)
-19CARL:
Father, I'm going now.
I have to go on guard duty.
Mother - won't you speak to me this once. My life
is a dangerous one - Olaf? Allright thenI
Don't speak
to me. But, Father, I want you to know I don't hold the
unjust things you've done to me against you,
I'll bring
home more food tomorrow.
FATHER:
A time to weep and a time to laugh -
CARL:
Well - I'm. going now ~
SOUND;
OLAF:
(DOOR. OFF MIKE, OPENS AND CLOSES)
(TIMIDLY) Father, will they kill him right In front
of the house?
FATHER:
On our very doorstep, yes.
That his blood may wash
away the shame he brought on this house. My first
born, Carl SOUND:
(OFF MIKE, PISTOL SHOTS. MAN'S SCREAM. MORE
PISTOL FIRE.)
FATHER:
The traitor is dead.
The traitor, Carl Pederson, first
born of Soren Pederson, has been executed. At the hands
of his own countrymen.
SOUND:
FATHER:
(PAUSE)
(WOMAN WEEPING SOFTLY)
Now, wife, you may cry. Now we can go out and bring
in the dead body of our son, Carl. He can do no more
harm to us*
We can give him decent burial. For he is
no longer evil. For there is a time to rend and a time
to sew, A time to keep silence and a time to speak.
A time to love and a time to hate!
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-20WOMAN:
Soren Peterson sent the traitor who was his son to his
death, Thus shall all traitors end! At the hands of
those who know them.
iMUSICj.
FADES UNDER
WOMAN:
The day of reckoning nears, the day of wrath - that day -
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that day - when the Invaders and the men who aid them will
be hurled to destruction. Yes, that judgment day draws
near. For the men who have set class against class, creed
against creed, Jew against Gentile, party against party,,
so that they may set their own vanity and selfishness
above free peoples. But who will bring the dawn of that
day of wrath?
Only the militant lovers of freedom,
Our
wrath shall fall short if you the people whose land has
not felt the conquerors heel do not grind Into dust the
men who would betray you.
They will speak to you
sometimes in terms you will hold sacred and dear but you
will know them.
Quisling is the name of a Norwegian,
in other lands he bears another name, but you will know
your Quislings by their deeds, by their envy, their vanity
and their ruthlessness, and they will protest their love
for you that they may vent their hate upon you. Watch
your Quisling.
Beware of him. Crush him, that he may
not lay your country like a country for a conqueror/s
boots to tread upon, Beware. Beware lest the day of his
wrath fall upon you. Mine is the voice of unconquered .•
Norway. Answer my voice with you united will to cast
into Hell forever the Quislings and all their work. Let
them be cast into outer darkness. Let them swell there in
their pride where they may not strike us again. The
envious Quislings.
-2 INVOICES :
QUISLINGl
Quisling! Quisling!
(SWELLING UNTIL IT IS A
GREAT HISS)
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WOMAN:
MUSIC, FADES INJJNDERj. jt % £
Crush them that the peoples of the world may live In.
decency, In honor, in unity, in peace.
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-22ANNOUNCER:
(COLD)
Y O U have just heard the fifth program In a
special series entitled "Day of Reckoning".
Tonight's
was The People Vs Quisling, written by Kenneth White and
Paul Green and starring
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Others in the cast included:
The original music was written and conducted by Prank
Black. The production was under the direction of Joseph
Losey -.(MC:31G_CUE_.__.__. JJP AND ppWN_BEHIND)
Next week at this same time we will present the sixth
and final program of this series - The People Vs.- The
Unholy Three, written by Norman Rosten and starring
the distinguished actor,
The text of the scripts for The Day of Reckoning series
may be secured free of charge by sending a stamped, selfaddressed envelope directly to the Council for.Democracy11 West 42nd Street, New York City -This series has been presented, in cooperation with the
Council for Democracy, by the National Broadcasting
Company and the independent radio stations associated
with the NBC Network and came to you from New York. <
THIS IS THE NATIONAL BROADCASTING COMPANY.
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