Screen Guild Theater - The Valiant

At the Connecticut State Prison, it was a rainy, depressing night. It was a night set aside for an execution. In the warden's office, two men wait, and count the passing minutes, the Warden, and the Prison Chaplin. Both are trying to forget what lies ahead. The Chaplin says "It's still raining, Warden". Warden says "Yeah, it would have to go and rain tonight". Chaplin says "It's a little past 11 o'clock. We haven't very much longer". Warden says "Oh, thank God....sorry, Chaplin. I guess I'm getting too old for this sort of thing. The necktie party didn't used to bother me so much, but this one is giving me the blue devils". Chaplin says "It's not a pleasant duty, even with the worst of them". Warden says "No. Chaplin, was he quiet when you left him?" He says "Yes, he was perfectly calm. I believe he'll stay that way to the end". Warden asks "When you were with him in his cell, did he talk?" Chaplin says "Oh yes, he talked very freely". Warden asks "What about?" Chaplin says "Almost everything". Warden asks "Did he talk about himself?" Chaplin says "He talked about almost everything, except himself". Warden says "That still seems to be the one thing he won't talk about, that's what's got my goat. He's been like that ever since he came in four months ago, watching tonight come closer, and closer, and still refusing to tell us who he really is". Chaplin says "I'm afraid he intends to go on that way, trying to make us believe his name is James Dyke". Warden says "That isn't his name anymore than it's mine. He's just trying to shield somebody, that's all. What time is it?"