Quiet Please, Quiet Please.

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The Lily is considered.

As my wist.

I quite understand.

Well, you're phnographers taking down everything I say.

You and you were witnesses when the stography transcribes.

There's no time to sign them.

And that is my confession.

Is that right?

And whatever I say may be used against me?

Is is that right?

Oh?

I'll sign them all right where you want me to start at the beginning.

I spoke.

All right, so you're iud.

My name is James R.

James Roderick, forty one, third generation American college graduates UCLA University of California.

A last angles no occupation, No, not unemployed, no occupation.

Well I have a.

Small but adequate income.

You have my address.

I was married and oh uh, Gretchen, Gretchen mcmonish.

The astretching is the dominion of the margaret make money.

I'm awesome.

Where's your wife now, Jane Leeves?

Don't try to trap the lieutenant.

But I've told you at.

Least twenty times twice she is.

Tell me again, right there there, little James, he does that?

Weighs up twice.

Now your wife isn't there?

Where is she?

I've told life to do with that.

I don't even know anything with.

The lieutenant, And I told you that, all right?

Go on, I met her at schools in nineteenth thirty.

Get bury her in the blow that there?

May I go on?

Answer my question?

Did you bury?

And oh?

I did not?

And why he keeps saying she's there because you killed her?

No, well she's dead?

What kill her?

I told you she isn't dead.

You can't prove it, James.

I can prove it, lieutenant, but you won't believe it.

Why don't you prove it?

Danny shall?

I so want to.

See did you plant that lily there the Marc's grace.

I didn't plant that lily.

I'm come.

He grows there, I'm coming so much bigger than the others, Anthony, there.

Were other lilies there.

It's alongside it before you and your left.

Doctor up, James, I think I know why.

That lily is bigger than the others.

You do, yes them?

So to you?

You're wrong, pretendant.

You know why we left that lily standing James, when they talk up to the others.

Yeah, because we know why Limter is there, because we are thinking the lily would remind you what we you're thinking about.

Your wife there there because we hope they might leave your Jogan thinking it war petenant.

Yeah, now I have an idea that that lily there is going to hang you, James.

No, it isn't that lily looks continued, the lily to the season.

How they grow, they toil?

Not, I say, do they extend.

From?

Yeah, ain't saying to give it a parliament and all in sory.

It's not a reason like one.

Of what are you talking about.

We consider the lilies, and.

Some of us love them.

You suppose the lilies consider us and sometimes return our love.

I don't think you'll get by with him in the sanity played, James.

I don't know very much about flowers.

I don't know anything about them from the standpoint of books.

I'm not interested in statements and pistols and the anatomy of flowers.

Well, I maybe sit in.

Their souls, in their Yes, in their souls.

I believe flowers love and hate just as people do.

Now we get along with your statements.

Yeah, they love us and hate us, and the proportions of the love of the hate we have for them.

Heights that I've always loved flowers.

My wife Gretchen, she hated them, and.

They love me.

Gretchens, do you know what I'm James, I declare, I think flowers don't like me at all.

I'll can do a thing with them.

How you learn I I'll show you how to handle 'em.

I don't do.

I love to handle 'em.

Then, once we have so mannaise flowers, why I like them?

They're but so many of them.

Well, I haven't anything else to do but praise flowers.

I know that's so follows me.

I don't like to see you're wasting all your times patching around flower there's every single.

Hour, goodness.

I think it's just kind of work your games when there's so many other.

Things you could be doing.

Aren't you happy?

Course, I'm happy, But I could be happy if I didn't have to compete with a lot of silly flowers.

Well, I don't think they're chilly.

Besides, there's so many lilies.

Well, they're so beautiful, they're so depressing.

I love 'em.

That's what thoughts with James.

Why well, I'm I'm Jens.

Help the James.

Gretch James, you do love me.

More than you're out the flowers, don't you.

Isn't that a pretty foolish question?

What look look at the lilies, or what's happened?

They're listening?

So where did you feel?

What you say?

And I looked, and I told her there was a silence in the garden there that that you could almost feared.

And the lilies around us were leaning forward, leaning toward us as they stood there, and there was an attitude of expecting to be about them, take their grateful stems bent toward us, trembling.

They weren't listening.

And suddenly, Gretching broke from my arms and ran, topping a little house.

Trampling their beautiful and telling good bodies on the foot of she ran no height.

I didn't follow her.

So I stood for a long time in the twilight, considering these lilies at the field, and they watched me, considering me, and and said I lifted.

Up the murdered.

Flowers from the marks of Gretchen's shoes and the soils, and wept some moments for them, And I never did answer.

Gretchen quick.

I could have answered it, but she never asked me again.

Perhaps she thought she knew me.

So that's why you killed her, because you thought more of the flowers than you did of her.

I didn't kill her, go on.

I did love Gretchen.

I love her now more than I ever did.

It sounds as if you did.

We were very happy for a long time that winter.

There are no flowers in the winter, and she had no cars to be neglected.

It was very pleasant here in the house.

But the spring came and above to peer to the tree, and one day she brought up a subject again, MM, what about the flowers this year?

I'm gonna start on a garden tomorrow.

I wish, wish, What do I do?

We have to have the flowered again?

We don't have to have them, but I want them.

It's been so nice or winter without them.

I've missed him.

I'd hope you'd maybe forgotten.

Them, dreams forgotten them, my darling.

I I don't believe I could live without them.

If they all died, what would you do?

I don't know, would you die?

What are you talking about, Gretchen?

I'm the very fool.

It's very silly, James, But I don't want the flowers.

I hate salad.

I hate them.

You mustn't say that, Gretchen, They'll hate you.

Let's stop.

Don't let those flowers Like I'm in a person with you.

I don't got to feel it downline that they have see it.

Don't let me take Gretchen.

You're being I said, I have been.

Say no, I am, but it's the truth.

That's the same.

Oh, we could do so many things.

It's time I go to so many places.

I don't want it.

No play of gretch you volume I deal with flowers?

How horrible lily?

So beautiful today?

I am beautiful?

Well you are?

It's not as beautiful as a lily?

Am I?

My dear?

You're you're like a little yourself.

Your skin is so white.

Your yellow hair, and that green drink.

You can tell me with one of those teens.

Do you hear me?

How looks like a flying Do you know what I think?

Sometimes I think there's something wrong with your mind.

Times I think you're a little crazy.

Do you realize that I'm your life?

Do you?

But do you think you are without flowers?

How you've got the truth?

Between those deeps of li and me?

I wondered if my mind was all right.

There's nothing wrong with loving flower Almost definitely weren't.

But for my wife to be jealous of them, I wandered for a moment whether it was my.

Mind or or hers.

Yes, I did spend too much time in the gardens, I thought, and I resolved.

I am to be to change my way, said it wrote, only a few hours a day.

The cultivation and admiration of my treasures on me.

I would compromise.

I would try to follow my wife's.

Wishes, try to remember her.

For instead of the flowers, I reckoned.

Without the flowers, I tried it only half as many this year, and Gretchen watched suddenly from the house.

They came up eagerly, and I could have sworn that there were twice as many as I kinded.

Greteaen wouldn't speak to me for days at a time, and morning when I awoke, I would sometimes find her staring out the window at the.

Lifeness of the garden, and in their eyes I saw a look of autiful hate.

It was her attitude, I supposed that that led me to spend more and more time in.

The garden, and the flowers rewarded me.

They were more beautiful and more gracious, more.

Abundant than I've ever seen them, And they returned the loving care I gave 'em.

They poured out their love.

Some of them waved to.

Them, and they leaves to rest.

My hands as I bent over them, and as I labored among them, they they bent their perfect heads to brush against my chees.

And for long hours I could forget wretch my way, until a ruffle among the lilies caused me to look up and see my wife standing in the window of the.

House, gazing out hate.

So they had.

And the lilies, and I looked back at her with them, and the garden grew and flourished beyond my fond of copes.

Slowly I came to the realization of my garden of lilies was increasing in size.

But there were hundreds more than I set out in a spring, and I smiled on them happily.

Then the lilies smiled back at me.

The lilies loved me.

Oh.

There was a summer night and before moon, and I sat on the porch alone and dreamed of what did I dream of?

There was a voice, a murmurous voice, about a little breeze in the garden, and the voice was without words, and it was a loved one of a lover, and it spoke.

To me sadly, caressingly, and the sounds that did not need the formal words.

And right back there alone in the darkness.

And this.

And the last game.

I love you?

Oh, why say that I've started me longer?

What's the mat aggression?

I told you a long time ago that you've got the truth between me and no slow love you.

I'm not gonna live in this house like a prisoner any longest.

The stars is driving you net.

I never seen you from morning from love you forgot to do me.

That's not true, wression.

But I do love you.

I I love you?

And how did you get to do?

A boy?

What shall I do?

Do you want?

For all?

I thought you?

You want me?

I school him, Wretchen, No, No, I can't.

I can't.

And Gretchen turned away without another word and went into the house.

I could not move.

The chanting in my ears had become a hypnotic lullaby man, and my eyes closed, and.

I think I like.

And suddenly I awakened.

But Gretchen shrill out for somewhere.

And the telling of the brain of light, and the garden was a sheet of light among the lily Russian.

Banks to the great horse stashion and took.

The ketchine and the noble saul lilies littered in its plasticies clattered in their faces, and above it, cracking with the flames above.

Her staclast, I could hit a tel of flames, lost voises, and I missed the make up words about the.

Sound of a catastrophe, that my wife's gaged, and they were passed beyond the lease, and I allused myself, Amanda the cotton, that that was too late, my commer venging.

Damon, my wife says triumph, and events of thotched and flipped.

Dying flowers, and she laughed again, and.

Now she thought she'd won.

And they went almost flowers to be telegot.

And when the sun rose in the morning, I went sadly out of the house to contemplate the miserable remain of my level.

It was easy.

Nothing had happened, said from the lilies that I.

Had last scenes smoldering, and the moonlight had rays the smiling head began, and there was no time.

Of fire in the bottom.

And listen to this, you who re choose to being the flowers, to live and lease them and love.

There were thousands more lilies.

Now than that than the night before.

I had first the sounds of the garden, and they extended halfway across the gravel walk that farted the gardens, tent from the house, and the despairing sobbins of the Orders, who had tried desperately could destroy.

The flowers.

I had seared for.

My wife's done it.

Now I fear it for my own.

It was hours before she could do more than weeks.

At last, she spoke to.

Me, thay, I'm going to be live here.

No print I've got too.

I didn't believe, but.

I won't let you go.

They don't love me.

Why should I stay?

Say one.

They're never to kill me.

They'll kill me.

No, James, I want you to listen to me.

I love you.

I always love you.

If I love you, princh, but you love the flowers more than you do me.

I no, no, I don't.

You don't mean that.

I do mean, but it's no use.

They love you, James.

They're going to have you.

I try to destroy them and they can't be the well.

It's if I don't say the wind from here.

I can't let you go, grind.

I love you, Jim.

Stay.

What if I do stay, I'll die?

Did Iver have you?

No?

They hate me, gretch you, they love you.

What can I do?

I don't know.

But you can't fight them.

You won't fight them.

I know I I can't fight them.

They won't.

But I love you, Jam.

It's too late now to choose.

I won't let them have you.

I love you.

Look at the windows.

I looked at the window.

Outside stood another lily.

There had been none there before this morning.

There stood, And as I raised my head, I could see more and more of them, all the way across the lawn.

Overflowing the garden walls.

Thousands of 'em each would it fly?

Came to the house, each.

One with me.

And I turned back to Gretchen.

Miserab wasn't afraid.

She risen from the badness thing before her dress, hairdressing.

I called, so I knew what was in the second jog.

I thatch air.

There's no other way, James put it down, Gretchen.

We'll think of a way.

There's no other way.

I don't know how this has happened.

But I believe now, I believe they love you, James, and they hate me, Gretcha.

No play it out.

It's no, James.

This is the way out.

It's the only way else.

I won't lesson, have you, I won't give you up.

And she raised the pistol and I pointed straight in my art and I said once more, no, Gretchen, it has to be this way, James.

And then I'll go out and give myself off Pippon, I mean, I love you.

I must have lain there for a long while.

At last my eyes opened and it was dusk again.

I struggled to rise, my side hang horribly, and it was a long time before I could reconstruct what had happened.

And I lay there thinking, wondering what had happened to Gretchen.

Was I had to die here alone?

Was she dead too?

Oh?

No?

And then I heard the boy.

I love you.

You will not die.

Gretchen has not died.

We love you, We want you to be happy.

You love Gretchen.

Gretch'em you gretch and loves you.

And I drifted away again into the gathering ducky with a voice no, still ring low.

It's a fine story, James.

Yes, you didn't go as before that you had been shot.

Here's the star.

Uh yeah, what became of your wife?

Well, that's a remarkably beautiful lily there, uh, the big one, uh, the one you.

Couldn't remove when you were digging.

Well, Gretchen was gold and quite like a lily.

Gretchen's green dress with the color of leaves.

What are you trying to tell me, James?

Do you do you see something on the stem of that lily?

Lieutenant?

Where uh?

Uh?

Just below the flowers?

Let me see.

It's a ring, our wedding rings.

How did it get there?

Gretchen?

What I I told you?

She was here with him, Dolly, love you, love you, love you.

No, I didn't get it signed, chiefs.

There wasn't anybody there to sign it.

I'm telling you.

I heard the voice myself.

It kept saying, love you, love you, love you.

That's right.

We looked around to see where it was coming from, and when we turned around again, James was gone.

I don't know.

All I know is there were two lilies there now, close together, great big ones, and they uh, they looked as if they had their arms around each other.

Quiet pleas fortnight was called What's the Lily is considered?

It was written and directed by Willis.

Cooper James the man who spoke to you was Ernest Campbell and.

Kathleen Cordell played Gretchen.

The voice of the Lilies was Stecky Stanley, and James Bowles was the police lieutenant.

As usual, music for Chui Plees is played.

By Albert Remmer.

No I'll for worry about next week here is our writer, director Willis Cooper.

Of course you will never meet any of the characters in night story.

They didn't exist before I thought the month, and they're not imitations of anybody.

Next week, Quiet Flee's story will because Zach tay thankful until next week.

At this time, I am quietly.

Yours Ernest double Quietly has come to you from New York and was transcribed.

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