Stairway to Heaven

Hollywood ladies and gentlemen, you're a producer, Mr. Irving Colley. Greetings from Hollywood ladies and gentlemen. Tonight's play, Stairway to Heaven, is another J. Arthur rank production which received international acclaim.

It pretend to romance between a British pilot and an American girl, who are separated by a heavenly messenger. And as our stars of this delightful fantasy, we have David Niven in his original role, and the Universal International Star, Bob Roorush.

Later they will join me for a preview. The story of two worlds. The one you know calls us. And another, existing only in the mind of a young pirate. Whose life and imagination have been violently shaped by war.

It's 1945, shortly before dawn. Over the North Sea, you'll like us to bummer. Riddle by shells and on fire. Drug or threw against fast, or the English coast. A pilot has just made radio contact with an A.S.E. wreck station.

Hello down there. Hello. Can you hear me? How are you when I'm here? Listen, Mill. Listen, Mill. What's your name? I'm Captain. No. It's funny, but all of a sudden I'm leaving a little post.

Give me my scallop's telephone. My staff have faced the walk-off. My script of joy immortal diets, my bottle of television. I've gone a glory, hopes to gauge, and that's how I'll take my food to make.

The water rally wrote that. I'd rather written that than flown through his little legs. The instrument's a shot away, crew gone too. All except sub-show here, my navigator, he's dead. The rest bailed out on my orders. Time 0445.

My station wand is Wama Group Chief and George. Send them a signal please. One, it's Wama Group. Oh, my name is not Dean George. It's Carter. Carter. Be the decartan. No, I can't land the only character.