Snap Judgment Studios

Snapers, do you know at one point?

I got a call from the power set B saying Snap was canceled.

That was a very, very, no good, very bad day, but I realized

that the power set B didn't own this show.

You own this show Snap is. That's why I'm asking you to support it.

Right now at a level that makes sense for you at snapjudgment.org.

If you've ever been unable to get out of the car, the kitchen, the office,

until you heard the end of the story, please become one of us and support this show that makes it happen.

That Snap Judgment.org because it doesn't happen any other way.

You can get Snap stuff, including music, a chance to pitch your story or backstage pass to

spook live if Snap Story telling is in you. If you depend on this show, please stop for just a moment.

Stop the show. For just a minute and join at a level that makes sense for you.

Snap Judgment.org. I promise you the best sleep ever and a grin on your face when you leap out

of bed in the morning. What a deal. Snap Judgment.org. Thanks.

Midnight. 1963. There is only one possible way out of East Berlin. Checkpoint Charlie.

There, officers, military personnel, local police with all manner of insignia, patrol this tiny

crossing. Hines knows the setup, but Hines notices that in the gate swings closed. There's a gap

under the iron swing bar and that gap gives them an idea. Actually, love gives Hines an idea.

Margaret Reatt. Beautiful Margaret Reatt. She's hiding in the back seat. Her mother squeezed into the trunk.

So sweat stains Hines's shirt as he drives his convertible serenely up to the checkpoint.

Tap down Hines co-slowly through the customs area as arm guards motion him over for inspection.

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