Lost Weekend

Good evening. Lady Esther welcome you to join the Screen Guild players in another brilliant Hollywood event. Red Book magazine's annual award to the outstanding picture of 1945. Barry Fitzgerald is here in person to make the awards.

But first, the play. Lady Esther presents the Red Book selection for 1945. The Paramount picture, the lost weekend, starring Ray Milan, Jane Wyman, and Frank Vaylin. New York, Third Avenue, a warm October afternoon, Nat's bar, a little place is almost empty, almost not quite.

And how is my very good friend Nat today? Yes, Mr. Boinem. This being an especially fine afternoon and I having just acquired two lovely bottles, which you will perceive in this paper bag in my elbow, I have decided to ask your hand in marriage.

Look, Mr. Boinem. If that is to be a attitude, I shall have to drown my sorrows in a jigger of rye. Just one. That's all. Sorry, Mr. Boinham. No credit. Today in that, you'll be glad to know we can barter on a cash basis.

You see? Legal tender. One straight rye. That was the idea. Okay. It's your funeral. First one always tastes rotten, don't it? Or maybe you never liked the taste. Again. Say, uh, how about your brother?

You told me you and him was going away for the weekend. We were, and in fact we are, on the 645. Unfortunately, most unfortunately, my brother Wick was called away by business matter. I just happened to remember a telephone call.

Pretty sharp. And then you duck right out and spend your train fare for liquor, huh? Taking them two bottles with you? Oh, I may never touch them while I'm there. That'll drop. What you don't understand all of you is that I've got to know what's around.