 The Lux Radio Theatre brings you Margaret O'Brien, James Craig, Marcia Hunt, and Keenan Wynne in Lost Angel. Ladies and gentlemen, your producer, Mr. Cecil B. DeMille. Greetings from Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen. The entire company of the Lux Radio Theatre has been under a magic spell this week. We have fallen victim to the charm of Ms. Margaret O'Brien, age seven. We have wooed her favor with ice cream cone and peppermint candy, and she has rewarded us by treating us as equals. That's about the greatest compliment that a child can pay to adults. Go starring with Margaret are James Craig, Marcia Hunt, and Keenan Wynne. They were all with her in the Metro-Gordon Mayor picture Lost Angel, the drama that takes the spotlight in this theater tonight. This week Metro-Gordon Mayor is celebrating 20 years of fine picture making with a new one that's been much talked about, the white cliffs of Dover. During those 20 years, the studio has discovered a distinguished line of famous artists, but none, I think, more promising than our little Margaret O'Brien. Lost Angel is a delightful story of a very small girl who feels a certain responsibility for the affairs of her friends, particularly affairs of romance. I believe tonight marks rather a special occasion for the Lux Radio Theatre, because it's the first time we've had a star who wasn't born, even, when the first play was presented in this National Theatre by Lux Toiletope, which means that a whole generation has more or less grown up with our program. The first birthday party, the first date, graduation day, in all of these, our product has played its own little role. Needless to say, we're firm believers in the theory that beauty is never too young to learn about Lux Toiletope. Now our cast is on the stage, and here's the curtain for Act One of Lost Angel. Being Margaret O'Brien as Alpha, James Craig as Mike, Marsha Hunt as Katie, and Keenan Wynne as Pacquie. His name is Mike Regan, Mike's a reporter. He doesn't wear his hat on the back of his head, cigarettes never dangle from the corner of his mouth, and he has never considered writing a novel. But in spite of these handicaps, Mike Regan is the most promising news gatherer on the New York Morning fan script. Right now, in fact, he's promising something to a very bewitching young lady. And I'm awfully sorry, Katie, but we can go next week, huh? That's a promise. Well, if you have to work, Chum, you have to. It's that Pacquie Roos case. The cops just gathered him, and I've got to do a follow-up story. Okay. Next week then. Katie, you're a wonderful girl. You know what I like best about you? Sure. I have a pretty good voice that pays off with a pretty good salary from a pretty good nightclub. I don't cost you much. You'll find it hard to believe, but that's not it. The thing I like most is that you're not one of those whiny, clean, vine dames who squawk through and guys got work to do. Oh, hiya, Katie. What's up? The boss wants to see you, Mike. Got him. I'll be right there. Okay. Oh, hey, I almost forgot. About tonight, Mike, you bring the beer. We'll get the dame. Oh. All right, worm. Squirm. Honest, Kate. That's just a ribbon in the dame. It's just a poker game. Oh, just a poker game. It's not that I want to play poker, but I took 400 bucks from those pigeons last Tuesday night and... Tuesday night? Yeah. Oh. Yes. Oh. Oh, look, look. Last Tuesday night, you stood me up because the rewrite man was sick. Katie, in this racket there are a lot of things a guy has to do. There are obligations. Obligations to what, Mike? You have only two real obligations. One is to your job and the other is to me. And he seems to be plopping on both of them. Didn't Del tell you I wanted to see you, Mike? All right, please. Look, Katie. Katie, you're absolutely right, darling. Look, have dinner with me tonight. Really let me have it. And while I'm making speeches, you'll be figuring out how you can get away early and still make that poker game. Oh, no, Katie. I'll be listening. I'd be a heel if I didn't. You will come, won't you, darling? It means a lot to me. Well, I... Oh, that's wonderful, baby. You won't be sorry, Katie. Oh. All right. Pick me up at 8.30. 8.30? You're an angel. Well, I'm a sap. Goodbye, Arthur. So long, Katie. Bye. Brother, the things you get away with. And now, then, you wanted to see me, Art? Yeah. When you went to Harvard, did you know a professor there named Vincent? Vincent? Oh, sure. Psychology. He's in town now with the Pickering Institute. Then drag yourself down there and see him. They've got a baby genius. Get an interview. But, Art, I'm all tied up with the Pachyroos case. Pachy's in jail. The case is over. Now, quit stalling. Listen, will you? I'm in no mood for the pat of little feet and a clutch of little hands. Okay. There's a poetry show that has to be covered. Pickering Institute? Pickering Institute. Yeah. That's what I thought you said. I'm on my way. But as far as the child is concerned, impossible. You're by no means ready to contact the press. Oh, I understand your point of view. Completely, Professor Vincent. Imagine the cheap, sensational stories it might be written. Professors grow genius and hot-house. That sort of thing. Exactly. But after all, you know me and you know I wouldn't. Very well. The right must first be submitted to us for our approval. Oh, sure, sure. Now, wait a minute. Just a moment. There are certain facts I first wish to make clear. For years, the Pickering Institute searched for a child upon whom we could make certain experiments that may revolutionize the entire educational system. Yeah, yeah. Six years ago, when Alpha was three days old, she was brought to us by the Foundling Home. Any records of a parent? And whatsoever. We chose her because we found her physically and mentally perfect for our purpose. Since then, the Pickering Institute has been Alpha's home. Here, she has had every attention, every kind. And you've given her the words, huh? We have been her teachers and her friends. Alpha knows nothing of the outside world, but her knowledge of such subjects as music, geometry, Chinese, and history may startle even Eurygans. I'm ready to be startled. Very well. Go inside and strip. Uh, I thought you said strip. I did. Dr. Woodring will examine you. If you're in good health, you may then have a short interview with Alpha. Gee, thanks. This is her room, Regan. I'll leave you with her. Hello, Alpha. Oh, geometry, I see. Did you remember to bring the slide, Mr. Dinson? How about me? Will I do instead? This is Michael Regan, Alpha, representative of the press. How do you do? How do you do? Not too long, please. Can you sit down? Oh, thanks, thanks. What paper are you from? A transcript. Oh, a reactionary, isn't it? I suppose you read it every day? Just the editorial. I go over there with Professor Richard. And what do you think about our editorials? We find them amusing. Have you prepared a list of questions you want me to answer? Well, I thought we'd just... We could begin by my giving of schedule on my days. Well, that's fine, that's fine. Well, I have English first, then history, economics, algebra, Chinese, mathematics, and beginning tomorrow's philosophy, because I'm six years old. Oh, congratulations. If you'll pardon my asking, what do you do just for fun? Well, I play chess and the harp and the piano. And of all the jolly things you do, Professor, what do you like best? Reading. I think I like reading this. Sure. When I was your age, I liked reading this, too. You know, kid stuff, fairy tales, Oh, I've been told about them. Oh, what's wrong with fairy tales? After all, there's no point in wasting time on things that aren't true. And just... And just what isn't true about fairy tales? Are you serious? Dragon, flying carpet? Isn't that true? Hardly. Well, I guess I'll have to tell that leprechaun had breakfast with it. He isn't real. A leprechaun? What's that? Oh, uh... Oh, it's a little man about so high. Irish. She'll make about professional. You had breakfast with such a man this morning? Hmm, yes, yes. Oh, what did he eat? Preaded and stir-about. Oh, it's stir-about's a special kind of cereal. No lump. What about pregnant? Do you believe in them? Well, certainly. You've never seen one. Nah, if that isn't just like a woman. Look, do you know what a zebra is? Of course. It's an amylogea quinze, black with white stripes. How do you know? Well, well, because I do know. But you've never seen one? No. So you believe there are zebras, don't you? Yes. All right, then. I believe there's a whole world of magic outside all kinds of magic. You do? Sure. Of course, some people will tell you that it isn't true. But if you know in your heart what you're looking for and you believe it, then it is true. And you can find it. Can you? Certainly. Time for your future- I might, too. Alpha. Oh, Professor, we're having such an interesting discussion. Well, sure, kitten. And thanks. I'll be sure to tell my leprechaun he said he wasn't real. Goodbye, Mr. Regan. Come along, Alpha, Professor. Catty's waiting for you. I'm afraid he left sorry in, Alpha. The note is V, not D-slap. I don't believe I'm concentrating, Professor Catty. Well, we'll try it again, dear. Ready? Professor Catty, do you believe in magic? Magic? Well, uh, there's always the magic of music. Oh, but that's not what I mean. Oh, well, let's get that debate over. Just wanted to say goodnight, my dear. Goodnight, Professor Regan. Mrs. Catty. Mrs. Catty seems suddenly to have contracted a slight fever. Dr. Woodring is headed to bed. I'll go right to sleep. I'll try. But I have so many things on my mind. Oh. Did you have a nice supper tonight? Well, you know, it's lunch. Lumps are merely grains of cereal adhering. Obviously. Sometimes I'd like to have pratties and spills about. What's on there, Salve? I don't know, but that's what I'd like to have. Well, I'll consult Dr. Woodring. Professor Grinton. Yes? If somebody tells you something is true, you don't think of this, but you're not sure what you do. You demand that they prove their statements. Everything true can be proved. Thank you. Good night, Professor. Good night, my dear. You've been a fine good girl. Outside, Brian Carpets' dragons, enchanted forest, demand that they prove their statements. If you know in your heart what you're looking for and you believe it, then it is there. You can find it. Everything true can be proved. Then prove it. Prove it to me, Mr. Regan. Outside, all kinds of magic. Outside. Side-I'll go. So well, outside I'll go. I have dressed warly. I have to find out something. Well, young lady, what can we do for you? I'd like to see Mr. Michael Regan, please. Is this guy with you, this Chinese gentleman? Oh, yes. The tragedy confused me somewhat. So he volunteered to escort me. Huh? Oh, she's got the onion calling. See if you've been doing good now. So you knew the way that the bug went. Oh, me longy, oh, she's got the... Hey, what goes? Oh, pardon me. I said Mr. Lee and Jerry said the call real was taken by the Japanese in 1912. It was 1910, August 1910. What? 1910, huh? Oh, now come on. What do you want to see Mr. Regan for? Uh, he's my father. You're father, though. What? Thank you. Thank you. That means goodbye. My friend Mr. Lee and Jerry's very kind to be here. But he's certainly a stubborn... Who's the little doll, Eddie? He's looking for Mike Regan. Says he's a father. Mike Regan's her... Old boy. And she wants to see her father, does she? Well, I think that can be arranged. You know where he is? Sure. Sure. He took his girl to the fight and that's just where I'm taking this little lady. One at a time. Please, one at a time. Yeah, that's better. Now, which one of you professors called headquarters? It was I, Sergeant. I'm Professor Vincent. Okay. Now, you say you saw the little girl at ten after eight. As a rule, my wife goes in to see if the child has properly come in. Why didn't she go in tonight? Because I ordered her to set it to bed. She's in. Oh, I'll be all right. If only we can find Alpha. Hey, Sergeant. Yeah, Charlie? I checked them all. Mercy Hospital, Good Samaritan, Bellevue. No kid. Are you sure you've described her correctly? Maybe jump a white plow. But what made her run away? What made her... You hurt me. Oh, we don't know. What's the matter with you, lady? My wife is suffering from a slight cold. Don't look like no cold to me. Hey, look, Sergeant. This here lady's got the measles. Right? The father of nine kids is... This is terrible. Measles. Oh, if this may, I believe you're right. Oh, this is calamity. Oh, I'm sure I'll be all right in a few days. But you don't understand. Tell them, Doctor. When we find Alpha, she won't be able to come back here. This place is quarantined until Mrs. Catty recovers from the measles. Oh, come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. The man hasn't been knocked out. Our the next battle-building a minute, I'll give you a chance to win your money back. Okay. But I have to be back at the quad pretty soon. Ah, relax. I'll go over with you. After all... Attention. Attention, please. Mr. Michael Reagan is warded in the Press Room. Your baby is waiting for you. Mr. Michael Reagan, your baby is in the Press Room. Oh, well, what are you waiting for, Mike? Oh, Catty, you know I haven't got a baby? Mr... I've never seen you before Oh, there's some mistake. Look, just wait. Well, honey, I'll be right back. I'm leaving, but you'd better hurry and see if that baby will wait for you. Oh. Oh, Mr. Regan, your boss brought her here and ducked out. Thanks. Hello, Mr. Regan. Since when am I your father? Mr. Regan, I'd like to talk to you. And I'd like to talk to you. Well, you can see you made certain stinking. You said that there were dragons and flying carpets. Well, magic. And you said not everybody could, but you know how to find it. That's what you said. So? Show me. But of course, if it wasn't true, please don't feel bad. Of course, all men lie. Hm? Even if they don't need to lie, they don't always know the truth about things. Oh, well, tell me, why is it so important to you this magic business? Well, the professors say everything can be explained. But if things happen like magic, I don't know. I just thought it would make everything seem different. Listen, I didn't lie to you. There is magic, all kinds. It's what makes people laugh and have friends and be happy. And if I told you I could find it, well, I'll find it for you. Now? Right now? Yeah, but we've got to find Katie, too. Well, it's Miss Mallory. She's my girl. Oh, why don't we just go look for the magic? Why do we have to see her? Well, because she's very angry with me. And since you're the other woman in this case, well, you have to help me fix it. All right, how do I do it? You do it by being exactly six years old. That appears very simple, Mr. Eaglin. Shall we proceed? Yeah, we shall proceed. In a few moments, Mr. DeMille presents Margaret O'Brien, James Craig, Marcia Hunt, and Kenan Wynne, the next two of Lost Angel. And now, here's a young soldier home on leave. A soldier in the zone. When your heart goes, bomb, steady, bomb, it's love, love, love. When your throat comes up with a lump, it's love, love. I'd rather watch you, honey. You're so pretty. Where'd you get that $1 million complexion, so it makes my heart go, bomb, steady, bomb? Well, it's love, love, love. Sometimes at first sight, when admiring eyes come close to a smooth, lovable luck complexion, pretty lucks girls are clever. They never neglect the care that really makes skin softer, more appealing. Here's what they do. Every single day, I give my skin an active lateral facial with luck soap. I smooth on lots of the creamy lather and work it in gently, but thoroughly. I rinse with warm water and splash on cold. Then pat my skin dry with a soft towel. That's all, but that quick, easy facial really does things for my skin. In recent tests of luck-storned soap facials, actually three out of four complexions improved in a short time. Luck soap's rich, creamy lather agrees with delicate skin. No under nine out of 10 lovely screen stars depend on it for daily complexion care. If you haven't tried this fine white soap, why not get luck-storned soap tomorrow? If you find your dealers temporarily out of stock due to wartime conditions, be sure to have more soon. Remember, Hollywood beauty soap is worth waiting for. And now, Mr. DeMille returns to the microphone. Act two of Lost Angel, starring Margaret O'Brien as Alpha, James Craig as Mike, Marsha Hunt as Katie, and Keenan Wynn as Pecky. While the New York police and professors of the Pickering Institute practically search for a six-year-old brain trust, Mike, Eagan, and Alpha are on the search of their own for magic. Under a dazzling canopy of animated electric signs, a slightly broad mic and a sorcery for the girl hampered through the wonderland of Times Square. Professor, I believe you wanted to see a flying carpet. Just take a look up there. Looks like an airplane to me. And just what is an airplane? Close the thing that you sit down on and it flies away. Correct. Now, that plane up there, you sit down on it, it flies away. A flying carpet, no matter what you call it. Goodness. Hey, hey, take a look down there. See that man all dressed up, swallowtail coat, silk hat? Now look at his shirt. It lights up. But his shirt lights up with electric lights. Certainly. It says, Bill Perrissagaugh, the Smoky King. Mike, that's wonderful, Matt. Strictly Monalig, Professor Monalig. Nice first one, Martin. One bag, Mac. One bag, one dime. Here you are. Deeper change. I remain obediently yours. What's this, Mr. May? Popcorn, kind of food. My leprechaun's crazy about it, but it gets in his teeth. He has a lot of trouble with it. My teeth are very good. I see. Now some popcorn? Thank you. Wait. Here we turn the corner. And look, the great white whale, full of magic. Mr. Rican, look. There's a dragon. Where? Oh, sure, sure. All let up like a Christmas tree. Dragon Chinese restaurant, full course dinner, 70 cents. And look, look at that. A leprechaun. Looks like a monkey to me. If this were just a monkey, you wouldn't be all dressed up, wouldn't you, and asking for money with one hand and popcorn with the other? This is, if it's a leprechaun, you shouldn't have popcorn. It's bad for his teeth. Yeah, but you can still give him the nickel. You're leprechaun, but no popcorn is for your own good. Ah, come on, Professor. We got to go to our night club and see Katie. The leprechaun doesn't think that I didn't want to give you any popcorn. I'm sure it does. Now if you keep your eyes open, you'll see a machine that makes donuts. And a giant, I mean, I know name stills. You see, Professor, on every street, behind every door, wherever you look, nothing but magic. Daughty, daughty. Yeah, yeah, but before we go another step, I'm going to call Vincent and tell him where you are. At this table in a minute, Katie will be through singing. All right, glad to have milk for the Professor here and the usual for me. Yes, because you want to be with him, I guess, and do things for them. Do you do things for her? Well, not very much, I guess. Then you don't like her very much. Sure I do. Then I don't understand. Yeah, you're too young. Well, Mike, and where did you borrow her? You can apologize now or later. She's the baby I was paid for. Sit down, Katie. You bet I will. Katie, this is Alph. Hi. Alph was a business acquaintance of mine. She's being educated by a lot of professors, and they're doing a very good job, except they left out what goes on outside their classrooms. You know, magic and stuff like that. So she looked me up at the fights to find out more about it. Magic, huh? Yeah. Look for the child and the usual for you, sir. Thanks. What's in that bottle, Mr. Regan? This? Oh, it's puff medicine. Then why does it say Harry Twitsky on the label? Because he forgot you could read, Alph. Yeah, I have some. No. It makes you feel awful. I'm all sick, sort of. You know what's going to make you sick before you drink it and you drink it anyway? That is an intelligent, Mr. Regan. OK, Professor, you win this round. Mr. Regan, what is that man eating? Over there? He's eating spaghetti. I'll get you some. No, better not. Mike, she'll get sick. I am never sick. OK, kid. You're on your own. Some spaghetti for the young lady, Chris. Coffee for us. You see, I'm going to have to watch my IQ around her. Do you have a high intelligence portion? No. I'm a middle grade moron. That's too bad. Does it worry you? You think it should? Well, it would be a matter of concern to me. Excuse me a minute. I've got to find out about my next number. Are you going the way? Yes, but I'll be right back. She's pretty. She's beautiful. Do you like her better than you like me? Huh? Well, look at you. Don't laugh at me. Professor, you're getting younger every minute. Professor, what did I do? You can't do that. Now look. What did you do to her? All right, Peter. What do you think I did? He likes you better than he likes me. Come here, darling. What's the matter with her? Judging from my past experience, I'd say she's in love. Hey, where do you think you're going? Uh, to telephone the institute. And at that line, still busy. I'm going to cut my throat. Look, Alphel, Mike doesn't like me better than you. Honest. Just isn't me. People can like lots of people. People with big hearts, that is. Is Mike gonna be in class? Well, it's bigger than his head. Well, here's your spaghetti. I'm still against the idea, but if you gotta eat spaghetti, I guess you gotta. Spaghetti, Alphel? I found it very palatable. You did, huh? Oh, look, here comes Daddy. And I got the institute all right. Finally. Mike, your face. What's the matter? Are they having you arrested for kidnapping? I wish that was all. Do I have to go right back? I'm sorry, I tried. No, no, you don't have to go right back. Not for a couple of days, Professor. A couple of what? Uh, look, Professor, you're a little bit tear-stained. How about washing up? Oh, Miss. Look at that. Look at that. Oh, Miss, would you mind showing my friend here where the powder room is? I'd be glad to. Come on, honey. You come with me. I better stay here. You come back beautiful in surprise, Miss. She will. All right. Now, what's the big mystery? The Pickering Institute extends its unbounding gratitude for finding Alpha. That's nice. They practically kissed me over the phone, but I can't take her back there. No? The joint's quarantined. Mrs. Cadd has got the measles. Oh, my. All right. It's not funny. They want me to. Mike, that's wonderful. I tell you, they're going to stick me with that kid. How much does I love you, darling? I can't say you're the guardian type. It seems Professor Vincent knows me from Harvard. The rat. Hey, look, Katie, look. Now, your place is close by, and you know... Not a chance, Mike. Not a chance. But why not? Well, you're her fairy godfather, my friend. You're the fellow who said outside there's magic and excitement and wonderful people. Well, you've got to show her, Mike. No one else. Oh, but it's only for a little while. I'll spend a lot of time with her. Oh, no. Did you see her eyes when she looked at you? Well, you've got to pay for that, love chump. And that means that you're going to sit up with her tonight if she gets sick on that spaghetti. And in the morning, you're going to fix her breakfast. Yep. This time, one of your pigeons has come home to loose. And speaking of pigeons... Well, goodbye, Alpha. Goodbye. Thank you very much. You're welcome. People are very interesting. People are just then to get your coat. Are we going? Yes. Isn't Katie coming? No. I'm sorry if I was rude when I first met you. I hope I see you again. You will, darling. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye, Michael. Oh. Okay, Professor, this is my apartment. My bed's in there. It's yours. Are you wrangling, Mike? Not at you at Katie. But you like her. Who says you can't get angry at people you like? Anyway, I don't like her. I... I love her. How? Well, you can get mad at her that way. I'm glad I'm going to stay with you. Oh, you are, huh? Now, look, I'm a busy man. I don't mind you staying here, but you've got to play ball and stay out of my hair. Oh, would you mean if I cooperate? Exactly. Very well. I will cooperate. And if you wish, I will play ball with you. Oh. Now, you go in there and get out of your clothes. You can sleep in one of my pajama jackets. I'm accustomed to washing before I retire. Well, uh, that's the door over there. Thank you. Hey, wash good now, and all over. Who is it? Oh, oh. Sure I'm still working for the paper. Hm? What? He broke out of jail. Pankie Roos broke out... Well, I was out with a kid's story, but I can't forget it. I've got the kid here. I can't. Art, listen. Hello, hello. Oh. I'm going to be sick. Well, get back in there. Hurry. Don't get scared. It's just... Grand Hotel. Oh, yes, Professor Vinson. More instruction? Oh, yes. Oh, she's been in bed for hours. Look, look, Vinson. I'll call you back in the morning. Oh, yes, Vinson. No, Vinson. Uh, yes, Vinson. No. Yes, Vinson. I will. Bye. How are you doing, dear? I just... Good. Just pretend you were a little C-tick. I feel humiliated. Humiliated. I never had occasion to use a word before. You don't have any occasion to use it now. Come on. Into bed with you. Look, Professor, I've got to go out for a little while. You won't be afraid if I leave you here alone, will you? I know. That wouldn't be intelligent, Mr. Vinson. Score one for Vinson. Well, you go to sleep, and when you wake up in the morning, I'll be right here. Thank you. Bye. Goodbye. Good night, Professor. Get in there. Who are you? Alpha, who are you? Where's Regan? I don't know. When will he be back? Soon. What's it to you? Obviously, you've been very badly brought up. Hey, who are you? I told you my name was Alpha, but you didn't tell me yours. Well, it's Paki. Paki Roos. You belong here, huh? Yes. If you're not angry with Mike, then whom are you angry with? Oh, I ain't angry. I ain't angry with nobody. So why have you got that revolver? What is? Oh, that's a water pistol. It's a deadly weapon. You're not angry with Mike, but whom are you angry with? Look, will you please go back to sleep? You're just trying to change the subject. Look, maybe you'll like me to read to you, huh? You got a book around here? There's a book on the table. Mike bought it for me. Uh, fairy tales. Yeah, you see that, sister? That there says fairy tales. OK. Now, if there's any word you do not understand, you'll leave me known. I'll explain it to them. Very well. Now, uh, this is a story about a, uh, Chinese knight and gale. You see? It's a bird. Go on. Once upon a time in China, was a wonderful bird called a knight and gale. They said it was the greatest thing in all the vast empire. Empire. But one man had never heard of him. That was a, uh, a, uh, uh, C-A-V-A-L-I-E-R. Whatever that is. Cavalier. OK, Cavalier. All right, then. Why in an empire? Oh, Paki, it isn't the same at all. You see, the noun, Cavalier, is a prince derivative that whole will go on with the story. OK. Well, it's Cavalier. Went to the palace and he said, Princess of the realm, from all points of the compass, tidings come to me of a wondrous bird, a satan, knight and gale, that, uh, wobbles the most. Knight and gale? I know it well. It can sing gloriously. Well, keep going, sister. Ain't a bad story. Every evening when I finish my work, I go into the garden and wait for him, under the elm tree. Paki? Paki, are you asleep? Well, it's about time. Hey, what are you doing up? Shh. A friend of yours came in. He's sleeping in that chair. Oh, fine. Yeah, I chased all over New York looking for Paki Roots and my friends come barging in at 4 o'clock in the morning. But, Mike, that is, that is Paki. Who? Paki Roots. I've been reading him a fairy tale. Fairy? Oh. Mike! Pause now for station identification. This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System. After a brief intermission, Mr. DeMille returns with Margaret O'Brien, James Craig, Marsha Hunt and Keenan Wynn for Act 3 of Lost Angels. And now, here's our Hollywood reporter, Libby Cullen. My Libby, you look positively starry-eyed. Who wouldn't, Mr. Kennedy? I've just been talking to Sonya Henney. What a break for you, Libby. Whether without her skates, she's certainly lovely to watch. Is she as tiny as she seems when she's skimming over the ice? Here are the exact statistics, Mr. Kennedy. 110 pounds, 5 feet 2, and eyes that have sparkling browns. In fact, a sparkling person. She must have a great capacity for hard work. How does she do it? And yet, looks so fresh. All that grace and quickness is the result of talent and lots of hard work. Besides being the world's foremost figure skater, she's an accomplished ballet dancer. I watched her practicing. She does begin when you picture, you know. And she seems to be pious. I've heard she goes into rigid training before every ice show and every picture. Yes, a careful diet and as much rest as she can get. And, Mr. Kennedy, of interest to all luck's girls. Being smart as well as pretty. Of course, Sonya is a luck's girl. Yes, she is a luck's girl. A girl who depends on luck's toilet soap with its infection care and for luxurious beauty baths, too. She says a really soothing, refreshing bath is very important to her. Here's what she told me. A luck's soap bath gives me a wonderful pick-up. Leads me to her face. You might say a luck's soap beauty bath makes a girl feel perky as well as pretty. So many screen stars recommend it for a quick beauty pick-up. They're keen about the rich, creamy luck's soap lather. These skin really fresh and sweet and they love the nice perfume luck leaves on the skin. For Libby, a luck's beauty bath is a little luxury. We can recommend to everyone these strenuous days. Luck's toilet soap is thrifty, too. Being heart mills, it lasts down to the thinnest sliver. So for women everywhere, here's a Hollywood tip. Make Hollywood fragrant white beauty soap your daily bath soap, too. Now our producer, Mr. DeMille. We'll have a whole quartet of stars for a curtain call after the play. Here's a curtain for the third act of Lost Angel, starring Margaret O'Brien, James Craig, Marsha Hunt, and Keenan Wynne. After calming the city in search of Pachy Roode, a weary Mike Regan has staggered home to find Alpha entertaining the escaped gunman in his living room. Pachy had those doors, but Mike's arrival brings him to his feet with a very mean-looking gun in his hand. Hey, what's the idea busting into my place? Everybody in town's looking for you. Ah, shut up! Oh, Pachy, put down that fire arm. Well, I'm... I'm sorry. Well, look, Regan, I ain't gilly of that murder raptor trying to hang it on me. I never said you were guilty. There's only one guy who can clear me. Lefty Moran. That jerk. Yeah, Moran's seen the whole thing. I gotta find Moran quicker. I wind up in the chair. I can't go looking for him. But you can. So you're gonna find Moran for me, get it? Well, you hide out here. You got it, Regan. I'm sorry, pal. I got my hand full with the professor here. And I'm not making myself an accessory. Well, the harbor in a film makes you an accessory. And you're harboring me. I think you should have been. You stay out of this. Why? Because I like Pachy. You're getting to like an awful lot of people. Yes, it's getting easier and easier. All right. I'll try to find Lefty. But if I do, I get the whole story exclusive. Pictures, everything. Oh, sure. Sure. But you're wasting time. I'll start in the morning. I'm dead taxed. Brother, you don't know how dead you can be. You're starting now. Don't worry about Pachy. I'll read to you tomorrow. Oh, murder. Yeah. What did I do to this? What's the big idea coming back here if you didn't find him? Because I'm tired. I'm very tired. You told me that yesterday. Now listen to me, brother. You better go out and f- Hey, what's that? Oh, stop being so jumpy. It's just Katie with the grocers there. You heard me, Foner. Hello, Katie. Hello. Good morning. Oh, who are you? This is Pachy. Pachy, this is Katie. Nice girl. Well, I'm very pleased to meet you. I don't mean to be inquisitive, but aren't the police looking for you? Sort of. Oh, yes. It's all a misunderstanding. The police have gone on the assumption that Pachy is an anti-social type, but of course they're all wrong. You can just tell that by looking at him. Thank you. Well, kid, let's you and me lug these groceries into the kitchen, huh? Hey, Regan. What? You're going to stand around here all day. Get going. Oh, why don't you stop you big bad man? Hi. The telephone is ringing. Oh. Hello. Oh, hello, boss. No. No, I'm not going to sleep all day. I'm just going out. Yes, sure. Sure. Right away. Oh. Oh, yes. It's awfully funny. My paper's yelling. I got to play nursemaid, and this character is turning my place into an Alcatraz annex. I'll fix some breakfast for you, Katie. Uh-uh. I want to watch you. Then at least get the professor started with the lessons. Vincent sent up all her books. What? And reveal my ignorance still more? Well, somebody's got to help. Paqui, go on. Give her help, the professor, with the homework. Me? Oh, gee. I didn't bring my thinking cap with me. Paqui, you heard him, didn't you? Oh, gee whiz. I... So if Napoleon had had better equipment, Mr. French people hadn't been discouraged by the length of the war. Well, go on. Go on. You're not listening. Where's Regan? I'm in a dame left here six hours ago. It's my city to bring Leslie back and deal. I never should have let that dame leave with him. How do I know what she's up to? He's got to relax. Oh, now please. I heard all your lessons, didn't I? I even promised I'd let you learn me to harp. So now I can't relax. Will you have a harp? I'm jumpy. Now, Paqui, the very wise man in India works out a theory which will help you to relax. It's called yoga, and I'm going to show you. Who is it? It's me. Hey, give me a hand, will you? What? What'd you do, Coco? I don't know where I could get him here. I had to tap him a little on the head. Come on. I'm not in his chair. There. Hey, hey. Coming too. Oh. Hey. Mike, is a gentleman hurt? Is he? All right. Close the door and get that kid out of here. Oh. Where? Paqui. Yeah. Take a good look, sweetheart. Hey. Hey, what's going on here? I had to see you, Leslie. You wasn't just a witness to that shooting, was you, Chum? You was a kid himself. Well, no, I'm spramming me. Oh, wait a minute, Paqui. Are you crazy? He's no good to you. Make him sign a confession. Then we can call the cops. But if you pay him off with a load of lead, then you're just buying yourself a one-way ticket to Sing Sing. Well, Paqui, don't do anything that'll make you go to jail. I wouldn't be able to see you anymore. Besides, you promised me that you'd show me how to shoot dice and shuffle cards and... Well, all right. Get out that typewriter, Regan. There's a nightingale here that wants to wobble. Hello? Oh, yeah. Vincent? Yeah, she's fine. Oh, that's great. Great. Well, I can't do it right now, but... Oh, sure. That'll be okay. In about two hours? Oh, you better make it three. I got a little business to take care of. Yeah, okay. Now what? Alpha. Uh, Vincent's coming to get you in about three hours. He's going to be quarantined from illicit. Oh. You ready, Regan? Yeah, shoot. Okay, Moran. Start singing. I'll talk, Paqui. I'll talk. Slightly untidy, Professor Vincent, but they've been entertaining some unexpected guests here. Why are these places a shambles? Professor, we caught a gangster, and the cops came, and now Paqui won't have to go to jail and... Regan, what is this child talking about? He'll find the whole story in the morning transcript, exclusive with pictures. Left of Moran confesses murder. The cops rush down. In fact, the ruse goes free. And I get the hardest break in six months. You should have been here. You... you're unprincipled, ma'am. Is this the care with which you watched over Alpha? Gangsters. Criminals. Oh, you're no better than one yourself. Don't you dare talk that way to Mike. I hope it gives you some satisfaction, Mr. Regan, to realize that you've probably ruined years of work, but believe me, you haven't heard the last of this. Oh, yes, I have. The very last. Get out of here. I'm for dear. They're all waiting for us downstairs, all the professors. We can go home now. But I can't leave Mike. I think you'll have to, Alpha. But I can't. Look, Professor, you came to me so I'd show your magic, didn't you? Well, I showed you lots of magic, didn't I? Now you've got to go back. The professors are your friends. You've always liked the institute. But I never got to go outside it. But you will. Just as soon as you're old enough, and there'll be more magic, and more people to like. Different when you love people? It's not the same as liking them. But you don't have to be with people to love them. Oh, Mike, yes you do. Regan. Yeah? If I spoke harshly, I'm sorry. Perhaps I was... Would you please get out of here? Mike, yes you do. Tell him, tell him, Katie. Come, Alpha. Come right here. So long, Professor. Going to let it go, Mike? Just like that? What else could I do? I didn't hear you tell a kid you'd be by to see or anything. I thought it'd be easier for I didn't. Easier for whom? For whom, Mike, for you or Alpha? All right, easier for me. Katie, you know I'm crazy about that kid. But a punk like that, she's a responsibility. Yes, I know. Katie, let's get married. Let's go someplace where it's nice and quiet. Let's just... Oh, I've been wanting you to ask me that for so long. You're not? Well, the answer's no, Mike. You see, I think I'd be a responsibility, too. I'd complicate your life, too, darling. You know I love you. Sure. But I don't like the way you love people, Mike. You run out on me. Katie, when my boss was here, he offered me a job in Washington. A job I'd been after for years. I told him no, I wouldn't leave you. Does that sound like running out? Mike, when you love people, you owe them something more than just turning down a job. You've got to give something. A little of your freedom, maybe. Your time. Your self, maybe. I don't know. But whatever it is, you're not willing to give it. I saw that when Alpha walked out that door. Justice, I'm doing now. So long, Mike. Alpha, Miss Mallory has come to visit with you. Now, if something hurts you, if you don't feel well, won't you tell us what it is? But I'm not sick, Doctor. Miesel, do you suppose she called Mrs. Carrie's Miesel? Oh, if it were only that simple. No, Alpha's been back with us now for nearly a month. If it's something else, I don't just know what. I have an idea, Alpha. Let's show Miss Marlowe how you do problems. You just put those blocks into their proper spaces as fast as you can. Now, I'll time you. Ready? I'd rather not. Oh, would you like to have me read to you? No. We could go out, Alpha. Take a nice walk. You and I? No. Darling, would you like to see Mike? Yes, but he doesn't want to see me. Alpha, just what was the nature of the magic Mr. Regan showed you? Oh, there were lots of things. There was a fine copy. And there was a man-to-shirt lighted up. And there was a leprechaun. Oh, but that wasn't the real magic. That was just the little kind. Well, what was the real magic, darling? Loving people. The way you love Mike? Yes. Excuse me, Professor Vincent. Yes, Mrs. Carrie? There's a person here asking for Alpha. A Mr. Roos, a... Pachy Roos. Oh, Miss Marlowe and I will see him right away. Just a minute, Vincent. Yes? This child is really ill-vincing. If this goes on much longer, I can't be responsible. Yes, I know. Pachy. Hey, is this where the little babe lives, in this joint? How do you do? Katie, what are you doing here? She's sick, Pachy. She's awfully sick. Oh, ain't anybody gonna do something about it? We are doing everything we can. Oh, I was just in the neighborhood. A couple little presents. Hey, Jake, back up the truck. Pachy, have you seen Mike? Yeah, yeah, I just left him. We've got to get him here right away. I don't think he can make it. He must make it. The child won't eat. She won't sleep. She misses him so, Pachy. I left him at Grand Central, Katie. He was getting on a train for Washington. Oh, no. Wait, I had no good heal. Running out on her, trying to tell me she wasn't his kid. Washington. Now, wait a minute. You got a phone here, Jack. Certainly. Come in my office. Pachy, what are you gonna do? I'm gonna send a telegram. I'll call a railroad station. Stop the train. I don't know. But we got to do something in fast. Mike, you did come back. Oh, I knew you would. My dear fellow, I'm so delighted to see you. Huh? What goes? You got my wire, huh? What wire? What did you do? Paid you on a train? Well, they stopped the train or what? Hey, what's the matter with you? What are you all looking so funny for? Look here, Vincent. I want to talk to you about the professor. Mike, you came back here all on your own. Of course I came back on my own. Yeah, but the train, I seen you taking the train. I did a little thinking on that train. By the time we got to Trenton, I was through thinking. I got off and took the next train back. And you don't know what's happened? What do you mean? Hey, what is this? What's wrong? Has something happened to Alpha? Well, she's been rather ill. We've been... What's the matter with her? Don't you know how to take care of a kid? Can't I go out of town without something happening to her? Oh, Mike. Hey, why is she? I want to see her. Come with me. Hey, hey professor. Yeah? It's me, professor. Mike. Oh, Mike. I'm so glad to see you. Hey, what kind of monkey business are you up to? What does... I hear about you not eating or sleeping, huh? Oh, Mike. Oh, fine thing. A fine reputation you're giving me. You stay with me a couple of days and you come back here and, you know, good to anyone. And could you, Paki? No, it's just hate fever. I'm getting in touch with the professors and Katie's sore at me. I just walked out on a new job. You can have me if you'd like, Mike. Me too, Alpha, if you'll have us. You bet I will. Well, Paki, what do you say? It's a lovely day, ain't it? Of tonight's stars, only James Craig has visited us before. And now Margaret O'Brien, Marsha Hunt and Keenan Wynne. Join him in a curtain call. It's well being here, Mr. DeMille. Say, Marsha, did you know that Keenan Wynne has a wonderful name? Well, both he and his father has made it famous, Margaret. Tell me your whole name, Mr. Wynne. No, I don't think we have time. This is only an hour program. We'll start on it anyway. Well, Francis Xavier Aloysius, James Jeremiah Keenan Wynne. Gee, I always wondered, if yours name's that big, how long is your daddy's? Ed. We have a couple of fine athletes here tonight, too, Margaret. Did you know that James Craig used to be a prize fighter? We used to go to St. Louis, Mr. Craig. Well, I don't know, Margaret. I never fought him. He might have a slight edge. And then Keenan Wynne is a champion speedboat racer. I believe he holds the record for a circumnavigating Manhattan Island in 39 minutes. I guess that's even faster than Columbus did it. Buy a slight edge. Why aren't you in the history book? Well, there are lots of things that aren't in the history book, Margaret. Good thing. There's luck starlet, though, for instance. The product behind this program. Well, I knew all about luck, so my mother made me wash with it. I knew you had a wise mother. I agree with Margaret's mother, too, Mr. DeMille. Luck's hope is a grand way to take care of your complexion. Well, after seeing you two, who could doubt it? What have you planned for next week, Mr. DeMille? A delightful comedy, Marsha. A time-out screenplay Christmas in July. And our stars will be Dick Powell and Linda Darnell. Christmas in July is the story of a boy and a girl in love. And that's not likely to go out of style soon. But this particular drama has a gay-arty and charm that makes it a perfect way to welcome the coming of summer. I remember the picture had a lot of surprises, CB. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. That was a poor star performance, but I heard one. I was punctured to make it the blood style of soap, trying me and inviting you to be with us again next Monday night. When the Lux Radio Theatre presents Dick Powell and Linda Darnell in Christmas in July. This has to be DeMille from Hollywood. And now here's a question from Uncle Sam to Housewives everywhere. If you had roast or stew or soup for dinner tonight, did you make sure that every drop of waste fat was poured into the salvaged tin? Even the burnt or black drippings from the roasting pan? That fat turned into your butcher tomorrow will be made into war materials and rushed to our fighting men. Perhaps it'll help to make the sulfur drug that eases a wounded soldier's pain, or the tannic acid needed to treat his burns. There are countless other military uses for that waste kitchen fat of yours. It's needed for synthetic rubber, parachute material, and many life-saving medicines. Right now, the heavy fighting in France makes the need more urgent than ever. Before you throw away a single drop of used fats, think of that poor fighting in faraway lands where very life depends on a constant unceasing flow of supplies from home. To help shorten the war, to bring more of our men home safe, save all the waste fats you can. Put them in a tin can, rush them to your butcher. Remember, he gives you two free red ration points and four cents for every pound you turn in. Save meat drippings, table scraps. Every bit counts. Save every precious drop now while our fighting men need your help so urgently. Heard in tonight's play were Stan Farrar, Griff Barnett, Norman Field, Regina Wallace, Ed Emerson, Lauch and Mira, Charles Seal, Herbert Rawlinson, Ferdinand Mounier, and Catherine Lewis. Our program is broadcast to our fighting forces overseas through cooperation with the Armed Forces Radio Service. Our music was directed by Lois Silvers, and this is your announcer, John M. Kennedy, reminding you to tune in again next Monday night to hear Dick Powell and Linda Darnell in Christmas in July.