Quiet Please - The Shadow of the Wings

We are back to the Spitzspiel between the annals and the rewards. It's exciting. We are perfect prepared for the Rendite, but the loan is dangerous. And now comes the money from the Fed.

The bonus, bonus, and the top of the Spitzenerstattung is over. Schuss! In the last week, the hell is not going to go. The money will never be as fun as football, but we give our best.

Konto, Geschäftskonto, Unternehmensgründung, Buchhaltung. Quiet, please. The American Broadcasting Company presents Quiet, Please

which is written and directed by Willis Cooper and which features Ernest Chappell. Quiet, please, for today is called Shadow of the Wings. Over there, Mommy.

Yes, dear, of course. Of course you saw him. Not his face, girl. Of course not, darling.

I wish there was some nice, maybe. I know it tastes awful, honey, but it's medicine. It doesn't make me well. It will, dear.

Open your mouth. I've been taking it every so long. Yes. Have you got to go away, Mommy?

Dr. Sam says you must have your rest, Carol Sue. I just rest all the time. I know, dear. Mommy doesn't like to leave you all alone so much, but...

I wish he'd talk to me. Shall I put your dolly on the bed beside you, dear? She doesn't talk either. Besides, Mama's are getting too big for dollies now.

Do you feel all right, dear? I've hurt. Oh, darling. I always hurt, Mama.

It doesn't make any difference. They just get wrong to me. Mommy's right in the next room all the time, dear. I know.

Maybe the medicine will stop the hurt. Wouldn't you tell me a story? Honey, it just breaks Mommy's heart she can't stay and tell you a story, but Dr. Sam says you mustn't get excited, don't you see?

I wouldn't get excited, Mommy. I have to do what Dr. Sam says, Carol, too. I wouldn't get very excited. You try to sleep now, dear, will you?

I do try. And have nice dreams. He's not a dream, Mommy. I know, dear.

He just stands there by the window, and he never says anything to me. Of course, dear. I wish he'd talk to me or tell me a story. Maybe he will be, eh?

You go right to sleep? He never says anything. Where is he now, dear? He goes away whenever you come in or anybody comes in.

Where does he go? He goes away. What's he look like, dear? Won't you drink the rest of your medicine?

I drank every so much medicine. Like, I don't know. Don't know what, Kelsey? What he looks like.

I never... Well, I mean, I don't really see him. He's always there by the window, and when I look real hard... Just another little drop, dear.

Yeah. Look real hard. I don't see him. Of course.

But he's there, Molly. Of course. Now, Molly, let's go, dear. Just another little minute, honey.

Darling. Mommy. What, dear? He really is here.

And he's thinking about me all the time, Mommy. Yes, Dad. I can hear him thinking. So he's, so he's all the time.

So he's thinking about me all the time. Michael, Michael, put up your sword. It is only I, your brother. Why, I am no demon, Michael.

I am no plotter against the throne. I am your brother. Why, you'd have run me through with that great shining sword, Michael, if I'd not spoken.

And then what of the world? Be not so ready with the sword, Michael. Are you a grown testy these latter days? Are you grown a little proud, a little vainglorious in your old age?

Remember our brother that grew proud, Michael, and vaunt not yourself. Oh, no, I will not say his name. I know the law, and his name is forgotten amongst us. Nay, nay, Michael, I jested with you.

Be not angry, for it is not often that I jest, Michael. Is all well? Is it well with my brothers? Is it well with you? Yes, I am well. I am always well.

Too well, Michael? Oh, now you just. Farewell a while. There's one who waits on me, and her I must have seen.

Oh, you did come back. I was so lonesome all by myself. Mommy says she can't stay here with me. Mommy says I have to be alone so I won't get excited and she won't stay with me.

But you did come back. I knew you'd come back. I'm so sick. But I'm not so lonesome now. Why do you stand by the window where I can't see you?

I won't get excited, really. Wouldn't you come and sit on the bed and talk to me? Tell me a story? Please, honey.

Well, Mommy doesn't think you'd really come to see me. Wouldn't you come away from over there in the shadows so I can see you? Oh, please. If you'd only just talk to me,

I wouldn't get excited. I promise I won't get excited Because I know what will happen if I do I've heard Mommy talking to Dr. Sam

Dr. Sam says if I get excited, I'll die Won't you come and talk to me, please, Mr. Are you a ghost? I don't think you're a ghost

Because I'm not afraid of you Please come and talk to me Please Carol Sue

Carol Sue Are you awake, dear? She's gone away, Mommy Darling

I thought you... You must go to sleep I can't sleep, Mommy You mustn't talk to yourself, dear

You must... I wasn't talking to myself I was trying to hear Oh, darling

You were asleep. You were dreaming. No, Mommy. We were right there by the window.

There's nobody here, dear. You were having a dream. No. Honey, there couldn't be.

Carol Sue? Yes, Mommy? Carol Sue, have you been over here by the window? No, Mommy.

Are you sure, honey? Are you sure? No, Mommy, I've been not seen there outside. Why, Mommy?

Somebody's been there by the window, dear. Mommy, I told you, he's been there by the window. Well met, Raphael. Well met, my brother.

It is not too often that we two meet here in the high place, Rayfield. We must win of the world, you and I, and there is no rest for either of us, is there? How goes the pathfinding, brother? That's a sad and thankless task, this labor of yours.

Well, I know. For many a time in the night I've heard the lost ones cry, Rayfield, come and lead us. We have gone astray.

And sometime I have answered their pleas in your behalf. And little enough thanks do I get when I take their hands, saying, come with me. No, no.

Michael and the other brother, Michael with his flashing shield and great gleaming sword, he and the young one, they need never walk the ways of the world seeking as you and I do.

Tell me, are you ever weary? There is no rest, is there? Well, then, good speed, Refuel. Go about your wayfaring.

I return to mine. Tell me, Dr. Sam.