 Hollywood, California, Monday, February 22nd. The Lux Radio Theater presents Arrol Flynn and Olivia DeHavilland in Captain Blood with Vassal Rathbone, Henry Stevenson, and Donald Chris. Present Hollywood. Our stars, Arrol Flynn, Olivia DeHavilland, Vassal Rathbone, Henry Stevenson, and Donald Chris. Our guests, Charles Courtney, underwater pressure seeker, and Douglas McLean, famous star of silent days. Our conductor, Mr. Lois Silvers. Our producer, Mr. Cecil B. DeMille, is deep in the bios of Louisiana working on his next picture, The Buccaneer. Until his return next Monday night, it is our privilege to bring you again one of Motion Picture's great personalities and an old brand, ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Herbert Marshall. So, to the makers of Lux Toilets Hope, welcome you to another hour in Hollywood. A word to the ladies. 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Tonight, Lafitte claims another British victim, and his name is Herbert Marshall. Lafitte, you see, is the subject of Mr. DeMille's next picture, and right now, he's down among the bayous, following the train with the buccaneer. He asked me here, so here I am, walking the plank with trembling steps and quaking heart, that very thankful that next week Mr. DeMille will bring back to the Lux Theatre Radio, and I once again will be able to resume the peaceful obscurity of a listener in. Our story tonight concerns another pirate, Captain Blood, with Errol Flynn in the title role. Born in Ireland, a descendant of Fletcher Christian, who led the historical mutiny on the bounty, Errol's own adventures in the South Seas before he turned actor, reed like a page of strange fiction. Signed by Warner Brothers, he made his first Hollywood success in tonight's story, and his latest film, His Greenlight. When Olivia de Heverland appeared here last fall, Mr. DeMille told you how Hollywood changed her plans to become a schoolteacher, and overnight made her a brilliant new star. She too appeared in Captain Blood, and tonight resumes her role of Arabella. Lovely, unspoiled, and with a tenet belaying her youth, we'll see her shortly and call it the day. With three other good friends in our cast, being here is something you will reunion for me. There's Basil Rathbone, who plays Captain Liversaire. Our Lord Willoughby is that charming gentleman, Henry Stevenson. While Donald Chris, my fellow Londoner who started his film career in the birth of a nation, is Colonel Bishop. And now, up goes our captain, as the Lux Radio set presents Captain Blood, with Errol Flynn, Olivia de Heverland, Basil Rathbone, Henry Stevenson, and Donald Chris. And here they are, England in the year 1685. When James II ascended the throne, many of the common people of England rose in angry protest, only to be beaten into submission by the King's soldiers. Those rebels who survived the Royal Butchery were led to another sudden death, a trial by a jury in Taunton Castle. We are in the great wall of the castle now. Among the five prisoners on trial is Peter Blood, a young Irish physician. He awaits his turn before he decides in case that it is his turn to live with the indictment. Hereby charged with being freighted against your most illustrious and most excellent friends, James II. Having no fear of God in your hearts, and being moved and seduced by the devil, you have stirred up war to the post said King. Therefore you are here to be tried before a jury of your peers. The clock will call the prisoners. Jeremy Pitt, follow up your hand. Are you guilty or not guilty? Guilty. John Wolverstone, guilty or not guilty? Guilty. Eurya Ogle, guilty or not guilty? Guilty, praise be to God. Henry Hagthop, guilty or not guilty? Guilty. Peter Blood, guilty or not guilty? It's entirely innocent I am. Are you guilty or not guilty? You must say the right words. Word, is it? Speaking of words, I'd like to say a few about the injustice of keeping an innocent man locked up for three months in such filth and heat and ill-feeding that my chief regret is I did not try to pull down the filthy fellow that sits on the throne. Silence! Are you entirely ignorant of the proper procedure in court? I am most happily ignorant up to now, and I could gladly have done without this acquaintance. Peter Blood, you were taken into custody at the same time as the other four prisoners. You were in their company on the night of the rebellion at Monmouth. Is that true? Yes, my lord. Then there is nothing more to be said except the passing of sentence. May it please you, lordship, but there's a deal more to be said. I'm guilty of nothing, you lordship, unless it had judged a crime that a physician tried to save a man's life. What's this? Do you tell us you're a doctor, you rogue? I do, my lord. I was summoned on that night to the side of a dying rebel. I went and was surprised there with the other prisoners. A doctor. Where are your witnesses? Jeremy Pitts, who summoned me. Oh. Master Pitt will testify. He that is himself a confessed traitor. Is that your witness? I can bring a hundred from the town in which I live. Have done with it. We have no time for all this. Gentlemen of the jury, then as much as Peter Blood has admitted aiding a traitor to your king, I hereby instruct you to return a verdict of guilty, but he may be justly punished for his treason. So, justice has come to that, has it? A man's to be hanged now for doing his duty. You will not be hanged, master Blood. His majesty has graciously commanded that in the future all convicted rebels are to be spared. They're to be sent to the colonies in the West Indies to be sold as slaves. No. Clark, have the prisoners removed. They will sail to the Indies within the fortnight. Wreck and attract? There's no right I say. Be quiet, Jeremy Pitt. Keep a hold on yourself. Then the lord arose and rebuked the winds and the sea and there was a great calm. Matthew chapter 8 verse 26. There'll be no calm upon this sea, master Ogre, until we sight port Royal. And though we do sight it. Do you think we will, Peter Blood? My draw, worst luck, Wolverston. It's the sun that rages there, so I hear. Burns deep into a man's blood through a skin shrivels on his bones. Oh, God, what has happened to us, Peter? Oh, we'll sweat in the field, Jeremy. First be bought and sold on the auction block like it haggled for a pig or a horse. Now count your teeth, feel your muscles, put a price on your head small enough to be an insult to a beast. Yes, it's a gay place, the auction block. A fine gay place. Now, Steve. Oh, no, no, no, no, not yet. We're waiting for Colonel Bishop. Colonel Bishop is here now, Governor Steve. Here comes his carriage. Oh, yes. He's brought his niece, I see. Charming girl. Good afternoon, Colonel Bishop. Good afternoon. Good afternoon, Miss Arabella. How is my darling the governor this fort? Every day I'm sure my gout can't get any worse and every day it does. Let's get on with the sale, Your Excellency. Oh, of course. My dear Colonel, according to the king's request, it's for you to take first choice and at your own price. He'd get there a weedy-looking lot, not likely to be of much value on the plantation. The less you want, the more for Mr. Dixon. Dixon? Oh, Uncle, I wish you'd buy all the slaves. Buy them all? To keep them out of Dixon's hands, I've heard of those minds of his. And what have you heard? That their wet, dark evil hopes that men can't live there but die in agony of a horrible lung fever. You can't stand by and see men doomed to that, Uncle. Arabella, don't be childish. They should have been hanged, drawn and quartered. Any fate they meet is too good for them. Start the sale. Here's the best of the lot, Colonel Bishop. His name is Wolverson. Healthy or strong? Open your mouth. Hmm. Good teeth. 15 pounds. Sold. Move along there. Mix. Get up there, you. Ah, here we are. Here's another good one, Bishop. Peat of blood. Hmm, looks healthy enough. Open your mouth. Open yours and we'll compare them. I'll wager my guns or in finer shape. Who is this bag of impotence? Peat of blood, sir. A doctor of years. Stand over here. Now. Open your mouth, you dog. If there's a dog here, let him show you his teeth. I'll show mine only to bite. There's a rebellious rascal, Arabella. Good for him. He has pride, Governor. Not so good for him, evidently. His pride will purchase him a ticket for Dickson's mine. He isn't there yet. Auctioneer. And Miss Arabella? Let me speak to this prisoner. Speak to a dog. Arabella, get back to the carriage. Please, Uncle. Peat of blood. You're extremely foolish. You overwhelm me, my lady. I'm fortunate for you that I'm here to save you. If you mean by that lofty speech that you persuade him to buy me, I'd thank you not to interfere. Would you? As it happens, you are hardly in a position to have anything to say about it. Uncle, will you buy him, please? Him I will not. Let him cool his head in Dickson's mind. I'll have none of him. Uncle. I say no. Very well. Mr. Dickson, will you make a bid? I'll give five pounds for him. Five pounds. That's an insulting sum to offer. Well, there's anyone ever more. I do. I'll give six pounds. I'll give eight. Arabella, you're making a spectacle of yourself. Let me be. Nine pounds. Nine pounds. Nine pounds, Miss Arabella. It's a big price to pay for such a skinny fellow, but ten pounds. Sold to Miss Arabella for ten pounds. What do you wish done with him, Miss Arabella? Oh. Don't be hesitant, my ladies. Speak up. You've paid for me. I trust you've learned your lesson in appreciation. You may join my uncle's slave. Thank you. You're a very humble slave, my lady. Arabella, get back to the carriage. Governor's deed will take you to the house. Of course. Of course. This way, Miss Arabella. Bumpy roads. My foot's a bundle of fire. What does the doctor say, Governor? Say he says nothing, of course. Well, then why not try someone else? Well, not a doctor. There's only two in the whole blasted island, and each is worse than his partner. There is another now. Who? Peter Blood. Well, a slave. Would you elevate a slave to be physician to the governor? Well, why not if he can help you? You can't tell he may be very good. Well, it might be worth a try. I'll have him come and treat me for a while. Why are you laughing? I'm just thinking how annoyed Peter Blood would be if he knew I'd just done him another favor. I'd just come from the boat. It's hidden in South Cove at the end of the path. We'll make a break for it tonight. Tonight? Yes, till Woolworth's and Ogland Hegthorpe and the Alice were in with us. It's a small boat, but there are many Peter Blood. I've looked it over well. I've been there all afternoon. It'll hold a lot of us. Are you out of stores and equipment on board? Yes, there's enough for a... Peter Blood, do you hear? I hear when I'm addressed civilly. A taste of the lash might improve your hearing. Uncle, please. Be quiet. Where have you been? I've been at my work, attending to the governor at his house. You lie. Do I? The governor's had another attack of gout. He's been screaming for you like a wounded horse all afternoon. Well, then it appears I was not at the governor's house. Where were you then? Well, I was... He was with me, Uncle. Eh? What, that? Thank you for protecting my reputation, Dr. Blood, but it was a useless gallantry. My uncle knows that I spend my time with whomever I please. You might choose your company with better tastes. His excellency is waiting for you, Blood. Can I hold this up? I'm coming. Get on up to the house, Blood, and don't delay. Would you care to drive up, Dr. Blood? Well, I... Thank you. Dive on. Miss Bishop, I'd like to... You're very welcome, Dr. Blood. It seems that you're continually doing me favors. If I don't know why. Neither do I. Yes, I do. It's because you're so very grateful and always paint me so prettily. Sure, now, you don't blame me for resenting you, in your favors. This is interesting. I've had men tell me they have reasons for admiring me, and some few have even had claims to reasons for liking me, but for a man to store up reasons for resenting me. How refreshing. You must tell me a few of them. The first is reason enough you bought me. I've had no lack of experiences in my life, but to be bought and sold was a new one. And I was in no mood to thank my purchaser. At any rate, I'm unable to steward. At any rate, I'm unable to stoop to lick up the scraps of favors tossed to me. I'm glad for that. Next. Well, I've resented you because your name is Bishop. My thoughts have lumped you with your uncle. How is I to know if he's dead that a devil can have... that a devil can have an angel, a niece? I'm a resentful man. That is a pretty fair compliment. Have you any more reasons for resenting me like that one? Indeed I have, and the strongest of all. I've resented you because... because I'm a slave and you're beautiful. Do you understand that? I... I don't know if you were to explain further. No, I've already talked too much. Why did you lie to your uncle? Why did you tell him I was with you? Why? Dr. Blood, you're a physician and should know. Is it not considered unhealthy for a slave to be seen at a boat? At a boat? Why should it be? Boats put out to sea. Slaves may not. You're jumping at conclusions, aren't you? Am I? This afternoon I happened to drive past the South Coast. Fortunately, I was alone at the time. I see. Miss Bishop, it's difficult for an Irishman to apologize. But I hope you can forgive me for having thought badly of you. I will. I will if you tell me what you think of me now. How I think of you? I think of yours. Faith, I think of yours the woman who owns me, a slave. But I think the man is lucky you'll encounter his friend. I think you know you can. What was that? It sounded like a cannon. Look at the men in the field. They're looking towards the bay. It must be... Wait! Can you see? Yes, there's a fleet sailing in. Spanish men are war. Spanish? Then it's an attack. A surprise attack. Quick, into the house. Where are you going? I've got to see the men. We've got to do it. Dr. Blood, come back. Don't... Wolf's no good. I, Peter Blood, cure everyone. They want us to defend the bay. Defend the bay. I bet we will. Listen, Olivia. This is our chance to be killed by a cannonball. I can listen. I want you to gather all the slaves, as many as have the spark of courage. And follow me down to the waterfront. What for? We need a boat, do we not? All right. And we'll have one. But none of your skulking middle craft will take a good one. A Spanish men are war. Hey! Hey! We'll board her under the fire from the other ships. Take them out of her. Throw her cannons on any Spanish boat that blocks our way to the sea. Hey! It's a long chance, friends, but with the help of God, we'll make it. Are you with me? Hey! Peter! And come on, everyone! I say, did you see that boat, Colonel Bishop? A Spanish man of war saved the town from destruction. A Spanish boat with men by Englishmen, I'll warrant. She sunk the rest of the Spanish fleet and holds the bay alone. It must be that some brave party of citizens got aboard that ship and have taken it captive. Gad, I think you're right. Someone should go aboard and congratulate them. Yes, yes, I... I'll have the longboat row me out. I'll not be long, Your Excellency. I hope your uncle does them full honor out there. They deserve it, Your Excellency. Whoever commanded that party was a brave man. A very brave man. I wonder who it could have been. They don't ask, Colonel. Isn't that strange? I'll go aboard. Pull over there by the ladder. Send by the boat, I'll be down directly. Aye, sir. Boys, anybody here? Welcome aboard our boat, Colonel, darlin'. You? I? Peter Blood. Was it you, then, who took this ship and turned defeat into victory? Myself it was. Myself and these. My friends and your friends. God, my life, it... It was heroic. Heroic? Is it? Peter, it was effortless. Well, you amaze me. Upon the soul, you amaze me. Blast me, you deserve well. You all deserve well, and you shall find me grateful. How grateful? Well, I'll ask His Excellency to write home to the king on account of your exploit. And maybe some portion of your sentence shall be remitted. The boat will be expected from you. Colonel, darlin', such unusual generosity from you must be making you feel very ill. Now, it's your position. I prescribe... Dang it! Wait! We don't know hanging yet, man. Ogle, what do you suggest? So they took up Jonah and cast him forth into the sea. Captain, is it? Each man to his post. Make ready for sea. The Arabella. The outside drip to the home of a reporter from one of the famous movie magazines. This particular reporter has a new roommate from New York. Peg, do me a favor, will you? Kind of look over this beauty article tonight. I walked the dressing room of every studio in Hollywood today to get the dope for it. Oh, why don't I get jobs like that? I've never been in a studio dressing room yet. Boy, I'll bet those screen stars have some plenty of expensive beauty aids around. Upkeep on million-dollar complexions must be something. Hey, don't tell me it's news to you that screen stars use lux toilets, though. Why, everybody knows that. But believe me, there's a lot in seeing it with your own eyes in the dressing room that RKO warns and all the rest. Of course, I've heard a lot about lux toilet soap. And now that I've seen a lot of movie star's complexions myself, I've decided I'll give it a whirl. That girl is in for a smooth complexion, the kind that screen stars have to have. Remember, when nine out of ten screen stars use lux toilet soap, it's because this soap keeps skin smooth. Lux toilet soap guards against cosmetic skin. Its active lather removes the hidden traces of dust and dirt, stale ruse and powder that might remain to choke your pores. Before you put on fresh makeup, remove your stale makeup with lux toilet soap. And be sure never to go to sleep at night without this important care. Lux toilet soap is a beauty soap thousands of happy girls are using. You'll like it, too. Once again, Herbert Marshall. On with the story of Captain Blood starring Errol Flynn and Olivier de Haveland. With Basil Ratbone, Henry Stevenson and Donald Crisp. When Peter Blood and his men sailed out of Port Royal, a price was set upon their heads. Unable to put into any civilized port, they took the only course open to them. They turned to piracy. With a ship, a handful of men and a brain, Peter Blood carved out a crimson career in his new profession, until his name became the terror of the Caribbean. Private toast of every buccaneer, was the one haven of refuge for pirate craft. Captain Blood and his men are there now in an evil-smelling tavern, dimly lit by hanging lanterns, crowded with drunken, veering buccaneers. Tell him I'll be there. It is as I tell you, Captain Blood, I mean there is no buccaneer so strong as me, except you. You almost flatter me, lever sir. Then why you hold off so long your consent may become partners, huh? Here you have been in tortuga these three, four months. You must be even so much in need of gold as I. Ah, such a partnership requires sober thought. My poor brain has been dancing with rum this whole week past. Even so drunk your brain is the greatest, huh? With your brain and my strength, oh, Monsieur de Capitaine, what there is nothing we cannot do. But, Dad, there's very little I can't do entirely without you. My men are much in favor of the partnership. That is so men. And my men, I'll leave it to them. Are you in favor? Very well, then. It's done. But wait, lever sir, it's understood, is it not, that we sail under my articles? It is, but I do not like so very much your so strict rules about women. No women to be taken as prisoners. Agreed? May we? To get you as a partner, Mon Capitaine, I would agree to anything. Now, what is the first order, nor Capitaine's path? We sail with the tide, outside the harbour with Scatter. Each ship will proceed singly in order to pick up what stray prizes we may run into on the journey. We converge at the island of Virgin Magra. Money, Fique, I give you the toast to our so great success. Let me give one to the greatest captain on the coast. Capitaine Nevers-Jean. Captain Blaire. Here. We are lucky, yes? Just as I am about to give up an anchor to wait for my partner, Captain Blood, this very fine English prize, walk right into my parlour and say, Bonjour, lever sir. We go to give welcome, Capitaine. Oui, Mon Capitaine. Run up this Spanish flag. We must take them by surprise. Run up this Spanish flag! Spanish vessel, the lookout says. Do you see it, Lord Willoughby? Aye, there it is, Miss Arabella. Oh, yes. I wonder if she's going to Port Royal, too. Have you been away long, Miss Arabella? Almost six months, a kind of vacation. You glad to get back? In a way, I suppose I would have stayed longer in England if my uncle hadn't sent for me. He'd been made governor, you know. Yes, I've heard. It's natural that he should want his niece back again. One needs a woman to brighten up social occasions, especially when the woman in question is so very charming. Ah, however else things change, Lord Willoughby, the art of flattery still flourishes. Save me if it's flattery. When the king ordered me on this journey, as a special emissary to the West Indies, I looked forward with some prepidation to a life among the savages. When I came aboard and found that you were one of those savages returning home to her native heath, my grateful eyes couldn't believe it. Ah, you fixed it as running around at animal skins, eating raw meat? Why not? In a country filled with Indians, Africans, and pirates. Well, speaking of pirates, did you ever happen to hear of a wild robe named Peter Blood? Peter Blood? No. I don't know him. I hardly number pirates among my acquaintances. No, of course not. Silly of me. I only mentioned him in passing because he happens to touch on the business of my mission. Your mission? Yes. I am sent to attempt to blot out all this piracy, my dear, in a manner which I must keep secret until I can find Captain Blood. Oh, you're looking for him. I? Look, save me if that Spanish vessel isn't cutting clean across our bow. Captain Hall! Captain! Yes, your lordship? What ship is that, you know? Well, I've been watching her, your lordship. She flies a Spanish flag. She could be anything in these waters. Well, in pirate waters now, aren't we? Yes, my lord. Yonder bank of low clouds is the island of Virgin Margaret. Excited, isn't it, Miss Attabella? Could she be a pirate ship by any chance, captain? Well, any ship we meet in the Caribbean could be a pirate ship. You know I wouldn't trust. She fired across our bow. All hands on deck! All hands on deck! She is a pirate ship! Get below, Miss Attabella. The captain's going to fight it out. But you should have known better. Than the prisoners before me, Cajuzac. We stand here, my lord, will you be? And you here, mother. This pleasant strip of beach on which we find ourselves is the island of Virgin Margaret. No boats that are put in here except mine. And one other. Though you may put aside any hope of rest you that may be in your mind. A ransom for you, too. Lord Willoughby and the... This is a charming lady. He has fixed a 20,000 pieces of eight and I shall provide a boat for you to go to God nor Bishop at Port Royal to collect it, Lord Willoughby. Meanwhile, Mamazelle remains with me as hostage. I find it very lonely on this island. I refuse. Absolutely and utterly. My friend, do you see this knotted cord? It is capable to screw a man's eyes out of his head. Very well. Do your worst. Lord Willoughby, thank you, but don't be foolish. You can't fight against them. Mamazelle is right. I beg you to spare yourself, monsieur. And the young lady. Ah! I have been too modest. But since I have said 20,000 pieces of eight I have said 20,000 pieces of eight. And for what, if you please? 20,000 pieces of eight. Good morning, never sir. Got to spend blood. I did not know you were on the island. Oh yes, we arrived late last night and put into a cove a few miles to the west. We've walked across to give you good day with faith. I seem to have interrupted some little business of yours. Who are these people? Oh, look Captain, she's a girl. Do you recognize the prisoner's captain blood? I know. Who are they? Well, I have captured them. A titled Englishman at the knees of the governor of Jamaica. Really? Then I suppose congratulations, Renauder. But had you forgotten there is an article in our agreement forbidding the taking of women prisoners? Ah, that's so foolish article of yours. I was not aware you regarded it so when you signed. Would you care to dispute my opinion now? Your men, against mine. No. No, not this morning, thank you. As you say, a foolish article. That is why these prisoners are of my own, in nature, personal. And the 20,000 pieces of eight also, in our top personnel. Whatever valuables come into our possession are the joint property of all our company. Then it is I should cut the prisoners up in so many little pieces and pass them around. Yes, obviously these prisoners, and especially the young lady, must be kept in someone's hands for, shall we say, safekeeping. But why your hand? Why shouldn't Pierre have her? All right, go Jacob. Since she's as much their property as yours. Come here, girl. Here I say. What do you want with me? I want to look at you. Be dead if I blame you, never, sir. A trifle. Skinny, perhaps? But an attractive baggage at that. And now, my captain, since you covet what is our joint property of war, you may have her, providing you're willing to buy her. Buy her? Yes, at the price you yourself have set upon her. 20,000 pieces of eight. That is right, Món Cabitán. It is reasonable, it is in the article. What is in the article, you fool? Where do you suppose I have 20,000 pieces of eight? Then let someone buy her who has. Who? I. You. I don't wish to be bought by you. Well, someone once told a slave, it happens that you are hardly in a position to have anything to say about it. You. You want the girl? Yes, why not? And I'm willing to pay for what I want. There's your answer. And now, my mausoleum, if you please. No. Let go of that girl. Captain Lévisseur, do not. It is horribly set. It is not settled to me. He'll not take her while I live. Please, do not take her when you're dead. Put down your sword. I got me that. Do not preach this in our articles. Commended by you. This will be wrong. What's that? It's what I intended for you in the end. But since you prefer it this way, you must raise. Please, I'll be human in you. You prefer scars, Lévisseur? Look, pay your own, Món Cabitán. This friend is a partnership which should never have begun. Wolverson. Aye. We're leaving. Take the girl. What are you going to do with me? Why, where are you taking me? I've not decided it yet. I'll go to Port Royal or nowhere. Will you now? You'll find you'll do as I say. What right have you to teach me this way? Right. We'll write a possession. Wolverson. Aye. You may take my property aboard ship. This is Columbia Broadcasting System. This is Kay and X Los Angeles. These boys can call you. We'll live here to have a land of never film, resume the events of our play shortly. And now, ladies and gentlemen, we leave the treasure hunting pirates of the 17th century for a treasure hunter of today, Mr. Charles Courtney, the world's greatest locksmith. His uncanny ability to find the combination has carried them all over the world, led him to save innumerable lives and risk his own as many times and recover in all over 50 million dollars in treasures lost on land and sea. We'll see how to extend the stage from Hollywood to New York where we welcome the world's greatest safecracker. Mr. Charles Courtney now speaks to you from New York. Thank you, Mr. Marshall. Captain Blood took his treasure from ships that sailed on the sea. I find my treasures on ships beneath the sea. The worst fight I ever had and one that almost cost me my life was in the North Sea. We were trying to recover the 50 million dollars that sank with Lord Kitchnership the Hampshire. Wiking at a depth of 350 feet below the sea, we had opened one safe. Then, while wiking on another, we opened a door. As soon as it opened, I was slammed against a bulkhead. I signaled the men above to hold me up, but the telephone line was broken. I couldn't move and the pressure got stronger. I knew then that I was trapped by a diverse worst enemy, a cross-court. They tell me it took an hour before they could get me up. No one will ever go down there again, for the English government has consecrated a Hampshire at Lord Kitchners too. I have had exciting experiences on land. Once, I had to pick the lock of a boring apartment with a fork and a knife to rescue a woman and three children. Picking locks and hunting for treasure have carried me into many countries and many tight spots. But as this is the lock's show, Mr. Marshall, this will interest you. No matter what part of the world I'm in, I never have to hunt for locked soap. You can find it everywhere. I know, Mr. Marshall, for my wife and my 18-year-old daughter, that lock soap is important to the ladies for complexion. But I'd really like to say something from a man's angle. I use it regularly for the bad. Believe me, there have been plenty of times in my life when a good hot tub and a cake of lock soap felt mighty good to me. My trade has headed some using side too. One thing I always like to remember is one of my contacts with a police department. A patrol wagon appeared at the door of my shop one day, filled with prisoners. The officer in charge had lost his key, so he asked me if I would pick the lock of the wagon door so he could let the prisoners out to lock them up again in jail. Thank you, Mr. Courtney. Back to Hollywood now where we continue with Captain Blood starring Errol Flynn and Olivia de Havilland, with Vazel Rathbone, Henry Stevenson and Donald Crisp. Captain Blood's unshivalrous actions toward Arabella were prompted by necessity to safeguard her from the men. Now in his cabin on board the boat, he expresses his true feelings. He faces the floor exultantly as Arabella sits watching him. Arabella. Arabella, to think that you're really here, here in the cabin of this ship which I named for you. I hope that someday you'll be here to gather all these precious things I have for you. See, Arabella, ankle rings from Persia. And look, red jewel slippers, long golden chains, and this dress, Arabella, this blue dress. When I saw it, I thought of your eyes, and I knew it was made for you to wear. I'll never wear it, nor any plunder gotten by a thief and pirate. Thief and pirate? Thief and pirate! Arabella, you... I've seen your pirate ways. I've seen myself bargain for and fought over a combat between jackals. I thought you understood. You mean you thought you bought me. I suppose I should have regarded that as a compliment. You pirates are used to taking what you want without the formality of purchase. I advise you to go back to your ladies at Tortuga, Captain Budd, to your ladies who are thrilled by your bold lawless ways. I only hate you and despise you. I might have expected your thanks for what I've done this day, but very well, let it be so. I'm thief and pirate, and I'll show you how a thief and a pirate can deal. Once you bought me for ten measly pounds, now I bought you for considerably more. The amounts of no matter. What matters is that now I own you as you once owned me. You're mine, do you understand? Mine to do with as I please. Yes, sir. Well? Lord Willoughby sends his compliments and requests that you talk to him at your earliest convenience. He's sent out by the king himself. You can return his compliments and tell him to go to the devil. I'm not convenient to any friend of the king. Aye, sir. Oh, wait! I'm going on deck, Jeremy. Take this lady to her cabin and see that she stays there. Aye, sir. Oh, you hate the fellow. If I were a young man, blast me if I wouldn't be jealous. And you say you didn't even know him. He was once my slave. Your slave? Then you must have known him well. I did. He doesn't seem such a bad fellow for a pirate. In those days, I thought him an unfortunate gentleman who had suffered a great injustice. When he made his escape, I was thrilled and happy. That was before I knew how he would use his freedom. Not to argue with you, my dear, but how else could he have used his freedom? An escaped slave, a homeless convict. And aren't you forgetting that a man's bitter heart may demand its revenge? That's the unforgivable thing, to have held his revenge above all else and so to have destroyed himself for he has. I've seen pirates. I know what they are. Cruel, evil, greedy, plundering peaceful cities, torturing their captives. They start of hell they are. Are you so much in love with him? In love with him? To care so much what he does? I don't care in the least what he does. Someone should for what he's doing now. It's clear your uncle comes out and fleets at Port Royal. That much is fortunate. Why? What's this about Port Royal and my uncle? He amazes me this Peter blood. That's where he means to take us. No, he can't. I'm afraid he can if he wants to. They won't let me near him. He's alone on his quarter deck in a fine Irish temper, I expect. But I learned from the pilot. Lord Willoughby, he mustn't. He mustn't take you to your home. Your uncle. He has no more bitter enemy in the world. My uncle is a hard unforgiving man. He lives in the hope of one day taking and hanging Captain Blood. Captain Blood probably doesn't know that, of course. I doubt we could make any difference if he did. She's chivalrous to the point of idiocy. And yet he's been what he has been these last three years and done what he's done. Oh, Lord Willoughby, help me. I see your point, my child. But it's something you will have to decide for yourself. Life can be infernally complex. Only French ships. French? Why French ships? When two countries... England and France at war? You mean you didn't know? Where have you been the past two months? Let's see, out of touch with the world. It's out chasing pirates. Bishop wouldn't let his fleet leave its post at the time of war if he wouldn't dare. Colonel Bishop is a very old and, I may say, a very dear friend of mine. It's probably me he's after. Full planter. I set out to land you at Port Royal, Your Lordship. But some risk to myself from the English fleet. Now a stroke of luck has removed them from the picture. Well, we best be turning back. Can you and Englishman be thinking of leaving when yonder in English town is being taken? Well, what should we be thinking? Of the honor to fight for your king. To fight for my king, is it? You hear that, lad? What a word to use in the same breath with him. And furthermore, he's not my king. Then you fail to show him the same loyalty he shows you. Loyalty now? Honor and loyalty. Fine words to describe him. He was loyal enough to send me to seek you out to up you pardon for your past crimes, freedom from your slavery, and more than that, a commission in his own navy for you and your men. What? The king wants us to join his navy? You can read the document for yourself getting that. I wouldn't soar my hands with him. I'd rock before I'd serve him. And a bad king's a bad king. And if he's James, he's worse. The union is sent by King William. William? Who may be King William? I'll use to his majesty King William III, William of Orange, who with Queen Mary has come over from the Netherlands and has been ruling England these past two months or more. Do you mean they've browsed themselves at home and kicked out James? Yes, and he's fled to France and is hiding there. And therefore England and France are at war. And King William sent us this commission? He did. He knows that you are good men, wrongfully sold into slavery. He can use good men in his navy. Why didn't you tell me that at once? Men? You've heard the news. For me, this changes the shape of the world. For you, who are slaves with me, it means that we're no longer slaves. But once more, I have a home in a country. For you, who are English, it means a chance to fight for your native land. For I now propose to sail into Port Royal and save it from the French. For not Englishmen, you'll have to be content with fighting for Captain Blood. And for the loot you'll find on the French ship. Galantly snatched from defeat. Where is she? Is she safe? Safe and sound. You'll find her now at the governor's mentor. If you're looking for her. Looking for her? I'll just attend. Yes, I know. You know? What are you going to do? Just stay here. Stay here. He's sworn he'll hang you. Well, I doubt if he will. I've always been bad luck for your uncle. But you can't know the threats he's made. His whole life has spent in searching for you. Well, now he's found me. Well, you can still save yourself. Please, please, for my sake. For your sake? I'll hide you. What do you mean, for your sake? Isn't it true that you hate me? Hate you? Or is it that you love me? I'll hide you in tonight when it's dark. I'll find some way. You love me, don't you? Don't you? Who else would I love? You love me. Yes. Now will you go? I'll go. Please. You'll be here any minute. I'll hide you somewhere and... We'll hide together. I know just the place. Where? Here. Peter, this is my uncle's office. The office of the governor. Good. Well, he'll come here first. Oh, I forgot to tell you. The governor and I are on the best of terms now. The very best of terms. Sometimes I think I'm the best friend he has in the world. When did you find out you love me? Oh, you must be mad. He's a nice man, the governor, you know. He lets me come and go here as I please. In fact, look, he even lets me sit in his chair. See? My uncle is coming to the feet now. They're cheering him. Cheering? Is it? That's a strange kind of cheering, I'm thinking. Hands off me, rogues. I have arrested you by order of His Excellency the governor. The governor? You're mad. I am the governor. You mean you were the governor. But you've changed that in your effort. Bishop, you're removed from office for abandoning your post in time of war. Who the devil are you? My name is Willoughby. I'm a special emissary from His Majesty the King. Lord Willoughby? You were informed, I think, of my coming. Oh, yes, yes. And yet you went off on some wild goose chase after a pirate, leaving your capital to the mercy of the enemy. It's a serious matter, Colonel Bishop, as you may find. But your lordship... I'm not concerned to hear your reasons, man. His Excellency the governor will hear you. The governor? You'll find him inside the house. He rests entirely with him, whether you're hanged or not. This is one more item to the account of that scoundrel blood. Why haven't one erected a D when we meet? Come here, Uncle. Arabella, what are you doing in this office? I've been pleading with the governor on your behalf, asking him to be as merciful as you would be cruel. The governor? Where is he? I fear I am, Colonel Darling. Peter Blood, you? I am. The new governor by the King's order. And by my order, I command that for your neglect of duty. You know, in Heaven's name... For your neglect of duty, you ought to be punished by accepting as nephew one Peter Blood, one-time pirate. What? Arabella, may I put my arm about you? If you wish. Oh, faith. You're as pretty as a Mayday sky. Wait, I don't understand this. You don't need to understand, Uncle. You're excused. I'm Captain Blood, but not on Errol Flynn and Olivia de Heverland, who returned to us in a few moments. Douglas MacLean is one of the 405 major stars of silent days still most prominent to identify with films. He starred in such pictures as The Hottentut, Seven Keys to Ball Pit, and 23 and a half hours leave. Then he turned producer, sponsoring So Red the Rose, Accent on Youth, and Mrs. Wigs of the Cabbage Patch, to name a few. Today he is head of Douglas MacLean Productions, whose pictures are released by Grand National, the most recent of which is great guy starring James Cagney. Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Douglas MacLean. Thank you, Bart. Isn't it true, Doug, that some eight years ago you retired from pictures? Well, here you are, still in the midst of them. Yes, I tried retirement for a while, but I discovered there's too much celluloid in my system to swear off completely. And now, with great guy under your belt, I understand your heart would work on a new version of 23 and a half hours leave. But who's going to pay the part that you made so famous? Sergeant Gray. James Ellison, the young actor who did such a splendid job at the Mills Plainsman. And Jimmy is giving an excellent performance in 23 and a half hours leave, a part which offers him his greatest opportunity. Remaking this film must bring back many memories of Hollywood of the old days. Things have changed tremendously. Yes, everything has changed, including the weather. Today, Hollywood Boulevard is one of the busiest streets on the West Coast. But I recall a conversation with Charlie Chaplin, who stood on one side of the Boulevard, and I on the other, calmly discussing our new pictures. Interesting, but how could you hear each other with all the traffic noise? Well, the only noise then was the sound of oranges growing in the groves that lined the Boulevard. In those days, Western pictures were at their height. And cowboy actors would spend the morning being photographed on horseback, chasing invisible Indians or shooting them from behind rocks and trees. And then after lunch, these same actors would be dressed and painted as Indians. And they'd be filmed running away from invisible cowboys. When the picture was screened, it was not unusual for the same actor, dressed as the cowboy, to shoot himself dressed as the Indian. Actors were very versatile in those days. You've been in pictures for twenty years, Doug. But no one will believe it, judging from your looks. Pardon me, did you say, uh, looks or lucks? Oh, good going. And since we're on the subject of luck soap, why not a word about what Hollywood studios think about it? I'll do better than that, Bart. I'll say two words. It stops. Thank you. And now, from your experience as an actor, director, writer and producer, what's your opinion of radio in Hollywood? Radio has probably become the biggest asset to motion pictures in the past year or so. I believe each helps the other, so long as entertainment maintains the standard set by the Lux Radio Theater. In the silent days, actors like polite little boys and girls were seen but not heard. But now you hear them whether you see them or not. Thank you. Goodbye, Doug. As a consistent Lux listener, I know this is the time when Mr. DeMille calls for the stars to shine again, and so shall I. Ladies and gentlemen, Evelyn Flynn and Olivia de Havilland. Thank you, Mr. Marshall, for a most enjoyable evening. Nowadays, we're all inclined to look upon a life as adventurous as that of Captain Blood as being entirely to the romantic part. But our friend, Mr. Flynn, can put some of those old timers to shame. What have you to say to that, Evelyn? Well, life is still rather primitive over there in New Guinea. I spent six years in the islands, first as a patrol officer of the Constabulary. If you can picture me as a cop, you'll realize about how primitive the place must have been. And what happened after that, Constable Flynn? Well, I grew a beard and became a beachcomber. When I got tired of combing the beach and the beard, I traded a bit in pearls. After that, I got hold of a schooner and went in the copper business. Errol wouldn't tell you that he's written a book about another voyage he made, but he has. It's called Bean Ends. It's just been published in a very fine book it is. Errol, you're leaving tonight on a new trip, aren't you? Yes. I'm flying to New York in an hour and then I sail for Europe. I hope to get a look at the Spanish war and on the way home, perhaps spend a few weeks in South America. But that's enough, I think. How about you, Olivia? Well, after working in two pictures with me, Errol, you should know what a singularly uneventful life I lead. But it's a very happy one. And I'm looking forward to making a picture soon with Leslie Howard. And then next summer, if things turn out as I hope they will, I plan to spend three whole months touring the country in an automobile and barely seeing what the United States look like. And now, before I say goodbye, I'd like to congratulate the sponsors of this program for their marvelous product, Lux Toilet soap. It's the finest complexion care I know of. And whenever girls ask my advice, I always recommend it. Thank you. Goodbye, Bart. Many thanks. We both have you all the luck in the world. Thank you, Mr. Havilland, Mr. Flynn and Mr. Marshall. Ladies and gentlemen, this is your announcer, Mel Del Rue. Before Mr. Marshall tells us of next week's program, I say that Mr. Flynn, Mr. Havilland, Mr. Rathbone and Mr. Crisp appeared through courtesy of Warner Brothers. Mr. Marshall, RKO and Columbia Studios and will next be seen with Marlene Dietrich and the Angel. Mr. Silvers is from 20th Century Fox where he was in charge of music for the new film Love Is News. And now, Herbert Marshall. Next Monday night, when you and I tune in the Lux Radio Theatre, we'll find Cecil B. DeMille resuming his regular place at the helm, bringing us a star and story warm to our hearts. The story will be Peter B. Kynes' Capyrix. In a little row, one of the finest characters of the stage, screen and radio, a man beloved by millions throughout the country. Ladies and gentlemen, Charles Winninger and with Mr. Winninger, Richard Arlen and Sally Eilers. And now I join the makers of Lux Toilet soap and invite you to listen in again next Monday night when the Lux Radio Theatre here in Hollywood presents Charles Winninger, Richard Arlen and Sally Eilers in Capyrix. With Cecil B. DeMille back again as producer. This is Herbert Marshall, bid you all goodnight. This is the Columbia Broadcasting System.