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Welcome back to the horror. Thanks for joining me. Once again, we're going to hear from Lights out this week. Series that debuted in 1934, aired until 1939. That was the primary run of the show over NBC stations. It returned through the 1940s, mostly as a series of rebroadcasts over NBC and CBS stations. Story we'll hear today is from February 23, 1943. It's titled the they Met at Dorset.

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Lights out, everybody. It is later than you think. Lights out brings you stories of the supernatural and the supernormal, dramatizing the fantasies and the mysteries of the unknown. We tell you this frankly. So if you wish to avoid the excitement and tension of these imaginative plays, we urge you calmly but sincerely to turn off your radio now. This is Arch Ovaler. Tonight we tell you a story about two gentlemen of the German army. The Nazi army. The scene is a bombing plane flying over England. Lieutenant Gerhardt, you are ready. No speak English now. We are almost there. And remember, from the moment your feet cut that blasted English soil, only English. Yes, Captain. Now, check your equipment, parachute, booksack, gun. All in order, sir. We should be there in a few moments. Now remember, if for any reason I do not get to our point of rendezvous or if I'm not there when you get there, you are to wait two hours and then go on alone to Melford and carry out our orders. Understood? Yes, Captain. Go. Bombhead is open. It's time to go. Oh, one thing more. Lightning. Yes, Captain. I was ordered to tell you this just before we jump. If you are successful in your part of this mission, the general wishes me to inform you that the hero himself will reward you. Now jump. Heil Hitler. Heil Hitler. Villard. I'm going. To shatter. Merchant. Captain. Are you all right, sir? Not Captain Yapul. The name is Edward. Yours is Thomas. Understood? Yes, Edward. You are hurt. My foot twisted when I landed. Perhaps you had better. Are you going to tell me what to do? Oh, no, sir. Give me your arm. Yes, sir. Yes, Edward. Half a kilometer down the road is the house. In the morning, Bear Cop will meet us there. But your foot. My foot will be all right. Infernal English climate. Faster, my dear Thomas. The Englishmen have work to do. You see, my dear Thomas, you should never doubt what intelligence gives you. 10, 11, 12 steps. So, now's the key. You have not lost the key? Oh, no, sir. I have it yet. Get the dog in front of me. Open it if it sucks, sir. Yes, let me. What's the matter with you? It is. Open in. Quickly. Now. We can't turn on our lights. These British. How well they built their old piles of masonry. Come, we will build a fire and make ourselves quite comfortable until Burkhov arrives in the morning. Yes, Edward. There is no longer any danger of our being observed. Yes, Captain. Captain. What? I thought I heard. You heard what? Laughter. Internal flashlight. Give me yours. Yes. Now walk on. This house is empty for years. You should know by now that our military intelligence makes no mistakes. Yes, I heard. Go to the right. Remember your orders, Thomas. Good evening, gentlemen. Won't you come in by the fire? Yes, thank you. Come, Thomas. My name is Burley. I am Edward Cooper. My friend Thomas Davies and I got lost in the rain. We thought this house was quite deserted. Deserted? Not for 500 years. Well, may I present Lady Burley. How do you do? How do you do? My great aunt, Mrs. Westman. How do you do? Now, William, they can meet the rest of the family later if someone give them a drink. They're soaked to the skin. Here you are, gentlemen. Oh, yes, gentlemen, my son in law, John Pearson. How do you do? Drink them while they're hot, gentlemen. Thank you. Really, you gentlemen should get out of your wet things. Would you like to go up? No, no, thank you. We're quite all right, but confused. Confused? Yes. Mr. Davies and I were told on good authority this property hadn't been occupied for the past 25 years. My dear man, where do you think you are? Melford Towers. Good heavens, young man, you are lost. You certainly are. Melford Towers. That's two miles north of here. You're at Dorset Manor. Just took the wrong turn somewhere. Melford Towers, Mr. Carver. Cooper. Mr. Cooper. Why in the world were you going to Melford Towers on a night like this? Please Forgive our inquisitiveness, Mr. Cooper, but after all, Milford Towers is quite deserted, you know. Yes, we know. What do you mean, sir? Oh, Mr. Davies here and I started quite early. Lost ourselves completely. It got dark and, well, here we are. Oh, yes, John. Yes, sir. William, ring up the constable. Yes, yes, of course. Wait a minute. Why the constable? Well, it's quite obvious. Is it? Of course. Ring up the constable, John. No. Put up your hand, I say. Now. What is he going to do with the gun? What is he going to do with the guy? Take that, old woman. Keep quiet, you old woman. They're cannon. Cannon? Shan's name and there mustn't be chosen. I said to keep your hands up. German Williams. German spies. Not spies, old woman. German soldiers. You're in civilian clothing. German soldiers. Englishmen soldiers. Soldiers to rescue a soldier. William, what are they talking about? How long did you think we would permit you to keep our great Rudolph Hess imprisoned? Rudolph Hess? What are you. Shut your mouth. How dare you. You two are not here. Riot are. Quickly. Go, all of you. Do as he says. What do you want me to shoot the next form? Quickly. Well, l. We are all dead here, captain. No more wood. The room is warm enough. Yes, Captain. Now then, where was I? Oh, yes. Berkov will bring an automobile. We will then proceed to this point on a map. There a few hand grenades in the right place. And Herr Hess will be with us. Then we will lighten up. Didn't I just tell you no more wood on the fire? It's warming up. Yes, Captain. It's still raining out there. Yes, Captain. Infernal climate. Yes, Captain. Yet the weather is fortunate. Who will come here on a night such as Race? Yes, Captain. No matter. As soon as it is daylight, we will go. Seven in the morning. Berghoff will be there. We'll meet him. Yes, Captain. Yes, Captain. Yes, Captain. Does none of this mean anything to you? No, no, never mind. You're a good soldier. You believe, you obey. All right, Captain. I too. So we will win always. Yes, Captain. It will be most satisfactory, eh, Leutnant? To tell about this little adventure when we get home to come right in under the noses of the British and. What are you listening to? I. I don't know, sir. There's nothing. Dear B Man. Why do you stand there with your head twisted like an old woman waiting for. Be still. In the next room we will find out. And you told me there was no one left. There was no one. Come. Good evening, gentlemen. Won't you come in by the fire? They all love them. My name is Burley. May I present Lady Burleigh. How do you do? Chartreuse, you said you're Chartin. My great aunt, Mrs. Weston. How do you do? Now, William, they can meet the rest of the family later. Someone give Them a drink there soaked the skin. I did. Kill me. You dirty liar. There you are, gentlemen. Your drink. No. You blasted England. As well as this drink? Oh, yes. Gentlemen. My son in law, John Pierce. Stop talking. This time you will die, Captain. What? Could you tell me the time, please? 12 minutes after 3. Why? How soon will we go? In the morning. In the morning? You want to get lost again in that infernal woods? No. Captain. What is the matter with you? Nothing, sir. No. I understand your dereliction of duty. You think I will report? No. Help me carry out our orders tomorrow. And the fact that you did not shoot those anglers as I ordered will never reach the ears of Berlin. Anyway, we are dead now. You know that. I know that. It is ended. Okay. It is they. No. I shot them myself. I saw the body's paw. It is. They cannot be. I'll show you. I'll show you. You see? They are dead. Good evening, gentlemen. Won't you come in by the. Lightning, Hans? Lightning. I'm talking to you. Pause. You sit whilst you say something. I order you to say something. I have nothing to say, sir. You can speak. You infernal fool, you. Why are you so afraid? You have your gun, your hand grenades, a knife. Why be afraid? Stop turning your head that way. Listen to me. There's nothing to listen to out there. There's nothing out there. Nothing. Nothing. If they. They will do nothing. They are dead. You want to go into that room and see that they are dead? They are dead. No. Why should I have to convince you three times? How often must I tell you? I saw that same thing happen in a campaign in Poland. Poland? Why do you hold on to my words? Yes, in Poland. The first campaign. There were snipers in the village. We wiped out everyone. Men, women, children. But the next morning, the vermin were there again. We thought they were there. I didn't see them. Others did and went running through the streets throwing hand grenades. There was an explanation, of course. There is an explanation for everything. The men who saw, who thought they saw, were tired. Their eyes played tricks. I heard the doctors in my division talking. I said it was twitch of the mind. Those people are dead. They must be dead. You. You too are afraid, Blas. How dare you? I'm not afraid. I'm afraid of nothing. If then he would only come. I believe in the poor and his destiny. I can never bear faith if they laugh again. Stop talking. I order it. They will not. My infernal leg swollen. Poisoned. Listen. To what? Not to anything. To me. Go in the next room. Look, look. You question an order? You said they were dead. This time. Why? Look at. I order you to go. Do not just sit there. Tell me what you're thinking. Tell me. I'm thinking that maybe this is what I've always been afraid of. In Czechoslovakia, in Holland, in Belgium, in France. This is what I always was afraid of. What? Someday I could wait for them. Then I commanded a firing squad. In Slovakia we shot women. What I got to do with this? In Belgium too. Women? What are you talking about? In Poland, the tank I was in was covered with the blood of the children. You blasted fool. You are a soldier of the Greater German Reich. I think to myself, why don't I just leave you here? And wrath. You would not care. I think to myself, what is the use? Sooner or later they will come for me. Who? Who will come for you? The dead. Shut your mouth. The dead are dead. We exterminate the vermit for the glory of the greater eye. I always suspected you, Hans Mir. You weak minded fool. I explained everything to you. Hallucination. Always hallucination. I knew that I would do that. If they laugh again, I know what I will do. Yeah, yeah. Grenade. What are you going to do with that hand grenade? I hold it. Take your fingers off the firing pin. No. I order you. No. I am your superior officer. Put that grenade down now. You maniac. What are you going to do? Sit and wait? For what? If they laugh again, we were wrong, you and I. You and I in the fuel. All wrong. And I will pull out the firing pin and we will die. Put down the grenade. If we were wrong, I would rather finish it here now than wait again. You crazy? No. Sit down. Put it down or I will pull the pin. All right, all right. I'll lead you here. I will go. My leg. You see? You will stay with me and wait. Hans. In the Pharaoh's name, be careful. That firing pin is loose. If you pull it. Do not be afraid. If they do not laugh again until it is dawn, I will believe what you said. A hallucination. Yes. Yes, it was a hallucination. If they do not laugh again and it is they again, I will believe. If they do not laugh again. If I could sleep. You can't sleep, sir, with you sitting there, grenade in your hand. Hans, listen to me. It is almost done. Not yet. It is almost done. Nothing has happened. They are dead. So put on a grenade, get our things together, help me and we will go on to Melford and meet Berghof when it is dark. But in a few moments it will be day. I know it. Then wait for those minutes. If they do not laugh again, I will believe. And we will live. They will not laugh again. Never. Look on the wall. Night. The sun. Day. Not quite. I was right. And the bill? Right. No one can stop us. We are the chosen. Put down a grenade, Hansen. Listen. Let's. To us. To us. I thought that. I said listen. Listen to them. The dead come back to repay us for what we've done. No, don't pull the trigger and stop them. Wait. I'll prove it. I'll prove it. I'll show you. They are dead. Someone else in there? I'll show you. Show you. Good evening, gentlemen. Won't you come in? By the. You see, it is finesse. You were wrong. So the grenade. Don't hunch. Good morning, Rica. Oh, good morning, Harold. Lovely morning. Aye, Certainly rained last night. That thunder. What brings you out so early, Harold? Oh, me old woman told me she had an explosion or something just that daybreak, so I come over. Explosion? Aye, she must have dreamt it. Birds singing in the morning. No explosion here. I s. But I do wish they'd tear down these old ruins. It does no good leaving them stand there to remind us that Sir William and all his family were killed by a German air bomb three years ago. Three years ago last night. And now. What about miracles, Ms. Robler? Well, let's consider a few. We all of us are living our own in a series of miracles. Now it may seem a far cry from the miracle of heroism to talking about that war stamp book of yours. But there's another little miracle. 825 cent stamps. 8 hand grenades, 625 cent stance. 1 winter combat helmet. 3010 cent stance. A pair of jungle fighting boots and anti tank mine for 1550 cent stamps. The commando trench knife or 4010 cent stamps. Every empty space you fill in with your stamp album adds to the reign of steel going into the camps of the enemy. Every time you fill your album and turn it into a bomb. Well, you turn it into a bomb. You turn the rain of steel into a hurricane. Your way to do more to help beat the actors is by buying enough stamps to fill the empty spaces in your stamp book. Then turn it in for a war bond. It will bring on that inevitable miracle of a bomb. It is later than you think.