 Now, the Roma Wine Company of Fresno, California presents... Night Roma Wines bring you the suspenseful play called Heart's Desire starring Lloyd Nolan. Suspense is presented for your enjoyment by Roma Wines. That's R-O-M-A. Roma Wines. Those excellent California wines that can add so much pleasantness to the way you live. To your happiness and entertaining guests. To your enjoyment of everyday meals. Yes, right now the glass pool would be very pleasant. As Roma Wines bring you a remarkable tale of suspense. And with a tale called Heart's Desire, and with a performance of Lloyd Nolan as Henry Doyle, Roma Wines again hope indeed to keep you in suspense. York City Dock, cutting out into the Hudson River. A place deserted now this night because the hour is late. Until a man is seen moving down the dock towards the river. Moving with a curiously groping, stumbling aimless walk. And then there is a woman moving out of the shadows. A woman who is a little overdressed, with a little too much makeup, sidling over to where the man must cross her path. Hello there. What? I said hello. What's your name? Lucille. What's your last name? Hey, you're a fast worker. What's your last name? Tell me. Stop, you're hitting me. Tell me. Carmichael, Lucille Carmichael. Oh, no. What's the idea? That hurt. Oh, I'm sorry. It doesn't matter with you anyway. Hey, are you in trouble? No, yes. What is it? Were you looking for somebody? Is somebody lost? Yes, I'm looking for someone. Someone you love? Yes, someone that's my whole life. You want to tell me about it? It helps sometimes. What? Well, you don't have to if you don't want to. Yes, they say that a man can remember his whole life of his drowning. You didn't come here to... No, no, I came down here. I don't know why to think to remember it. But if I do tell you, maybe it'll come back like the drowning man. If I could start from the beginning, the very beginning, what was the beginning? My childhood. My father and mother were immigrants. Very poor people. I was hungry ever since I could remember. My mother was a scrub woman in a big office building. Sometimes she'd take me with her at night and I'd see those big, beautiful offices and the important people were working all day long. My father didn't work. Oh, a few days sometimes that was all. And always at home there were quarrels, terrible quarrels about money. First he used to make me sick with misery. My mother and father fighting, I couldn't stand it. And I'd run out and go and walk on the streets, walk through the fashionable neighborhoods, watch the fine people, gaze through the great shop windows and all the beautiful things that were to buy. Above all, I'd come down to the docks near where I live and watch all the gay and happy people sailing on the great ocean line as the wonderful, distant places. Oh, that was the best of all. That was when I knew most clearly that someday I'd grow up and live like those fine people. So I didn't have to think or worry about anything ever anymore. Even when they died, my mother and then my father, it was nothing. To me they hadn't really existed at all for a long while. Only then I knew I must find some kind of work to do. So I went to the bank in a fine, big building where I always knew I would go. I told them I was ready to go to work there. And they hired me. And after a few days I decided that I should tell them what I had in mind. So I went to see the president of the bank. I was just 19 years old. I'm Henry Doyle. Oh, oh yes. Well, Henry's a little unusual for one of our messengers to insist upon seeing the president of the bank personally. But since you're new here... Oh, no, listen. That's the Aquitania. Oh, is it? Yes. She's sailing this morning. I know when all the big ships sail. Uh, Mr. Frazel, when I go abroad, would you advise I take the Aquitania? Well, he's a very nice ship. Yes, I think she'd be best. Henry, you may not believe it, but the bank president is a fairly busy man. That's why I came here to talk to you about my plans. Plan? Yes, you see, I plan to be president of the bank some day myself. You what? Oh, not right away, of course, but some day. And I thought I ought to tell you. Well, Henry, that's a very laudable ambition. And there's no reason if you work hard to vote yourself wholeheartedly to the interests of the bank why you shouldn't be president some day. Or anything else your heart desires. Well, you really think that, Mr. Frazel? Of course I do. Remember, Henry, there's always room at the top. Oh, I'm very glad to hear you say so, because that's just what I've always thought myself. And that's what I was, a messenger. First, I was only an ordinary messenger, but then, later, as they came to trust me more and more, they gave me more and more important things to do. Till at last, I did only the very confidential things, the most important things of all. One hundred, nine hundred, one thousand, and one hundred more is twenty one thousand one hundred. Would you sign for it, please, Henry? Oh, yes. Gee, Henry, doesn't it worry you sometimes carrying all that money around? Like this? Some day I'll have more than this, much more someday when my ship comes in. And so I was happy. All day long, I saw only the kind of people, my kind of people, the fine, important people that I admired, the kind that someday I was going to be. Oh, I was happy. Until something happened. Something that happened in a single day and that changed my whole life, changed everything. Henry Doyle, sir. Oh, yes, yes, Henry, come here, come here. Thank you. I think you know everyone here, don't you, Henry? Oh, yes, yes, I do, how do you do? Henry, the reason I've sent for you is because we have an old custom here, we have tried to show our appreciation to those members of our little family whom we feel have given loyal and devoted service to the 42nd Street Bank. And so it gives me great pleasure to present you with this gold watch bearing your name in token of your splendid and outstanding record since the day you joined us, 20 years ago today. Ha, ha, ha, ha. What? Well, take it, Henry. 20, 20 years. Yes. And in all that 20 years, gentlemen, Henry never once was absent and never once was late. Henry, congratulations. Thank you, sir. What about us, please? Well, Henry, what do you say? 20 years. 20 years. One thousand and one and two, 51,200. Will you sign for it, please, Henry? Yes. So what's the matter with you today, Henry? You act like you're walking around in a dream. What? I said you act like you're walking around in a dream. For 20 years, I've been walking around in a dream. For 20 years. That day, for the first time in 20 years, I did not go directly to the place the bank had sent me. Instead, I wandered through the city to look again at the things I dreamed of in my childhood. The beautiful store windows, the elegant, well-dressed people, and the great ocean liners waiting to sail for enchanted, far-off places. Things that I knew now could never, never be for me. Because, suddenly, I'd grown up. I was a man. A man going into middle age and a childhood dream had passed me by. These things that I thought, and many other things, quite different things. And then that afternoon, I was sitting on a little, in a little park, wondering what was the best thing to do next. Then I saw a policeman coming toward me, and all at once I knew it would be very simple. Officer? Officer? Yeah? I want to be arrested. You know what? Yes, I do. You see, I'm a messenger for the 42nd Street Bank. So what? I... I've just lost $50,000. 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They were all so nice, all my witnesses. And then finally it was over. Henry Doyle, in view of the fact that the money in question has never been found, the jury finds itself in more than reasonable doubt of your innocence of complicity to the crime theft and therefore finds you guilty adding however strong recommendation for leniency. That is also my inclination particularly in view of all testimony here as to your exemplary record in the past. With this in mind, it is nevertheless my necessary duty to sentence you to four years in the state penitentiary. Fifteen minutes. Lights out. Lights out. Lights out. Sleep. How can you sleep behind bars? I like it when it's time to go to sleep. Yeah? Yeah. Don't you sleep kind of restless, Henry? Oh, no. I sleep very well. Henry I don't think you ever told me what you're in here for. For losing some money. Yeah? How much? Fifty thousand dollars. And you just you just lost it, huh? Yeah. What did they give you? Four years. Shit, it's tough. You know, I'll be out another year myself. Oh, I don't mind. You don't. Four years isn't long to wait. Why should I mind? Oh, I didn't mind because almost every night I dream. I dream of the things that I'd done that day when I left the bank for the last time. Things I'd never told anyone. How I'd go into the stationery store and bought a heavy brown envelope. How I'd thrown the empty satchel away in a vacant lot. How I'd sealed the brown envelope with red sealing wax. How I'd go into the little corn shop down by the waterfront with a wide dirty window. Three crooked steps leading to the door. A little bell hanging from the door with a clock's ten or twenty clock ticking time away. The old man in pink shirts leaves and sat behind the wicked. You, uh... You... you want something? Uh, you the pawnbroker? Uh, that's right. Well, I'm going away for a long time and I'd like to leave a package. Okay. I'm taking a trip around the world and I may be away for several years. Oh, well. Don't worry, it's perfectly safe here. When you come back, it'll be just as you left it. With the seal unbroken. Well, thank you. I'll have the receipt for you in a minute. I'll see. Sure. Don't you want one? No, I might lose it. I'm going away for you. Then are you going to claim the package? Well, I... I could just take your name. Oh, yes, that's the best way. I'll leave my name and, uh, you can make some kind of a note on the envelope that it's only to be given to me. Okay, let's have it. What's your name? Oh, uh, my name. Well, uh... The receipt. My name. It don't have to be all right, name. It don't even have to be a name. Just write something on this so you can identify the package. Oh, oh, yes. Yes. Yes, I... I'll just write something. Something that I can remember. And always then, just as I was about to write, I'd wake up or it was a wonderful dream. Even better than the ones I used to have because this dream was real. And then one night, there in my cell, something happened. I was asleep. I was dreaming again. The same dream. Your name? Oh, my name. Well, it's... same my name. It... It don't have to be all right, name. It don't even have to be a name. Just write something on this so you can identify the package. Oh, yes. Uh, let me see. Uh... Let me see. Yes. Yes. I'll just write something. Henry. What was the name, Henry? What did you write? What was the name? What was the name? For a moment, I lay out a leaf frozen with fear. I was awake. But I'd been sleeping, dreaming, talking. And he'd heard. He knew. Everything. Everything but the name. The name. What was the name, Henry? Uh... What? It was kind of tossing around in your sleep today. I came over to see what was the matter. Oh, what's that? I guess you was kind of having a nightmare. Nightmare? Yes, it was a nightmare. While I was afraid even to sleep, the fear I'd say out loud what I'd written on that envelope and he'd hear. And then all that I'd planned for would be gone. I knew I must force it all from my mind as I had done with unpleasant memories when I was a child. I spoke less and less. Last I didn't even speak at all. The last two years, I didn't speak at all. Even when the warden called me to his office to tell me I was once again a free man. I didn't answer. I didn't speak at all. The last three of everything. I can hardly wait for the train to carry me back to New York. And then the pawn shop. He has the same dirty window, the same crooked steps, the same tinkly bells, all those clocks, clocks taking time. The clocks, my dream was about to come true. And then my heart always stopped beating. A man. That man behind the iron wicket. It wasn't the same man. Okay, well, you heard. You're not the pawn-broker. No. But he's an old man. He wore pink shirtsleeves and... He's dead. What? He's talking about my father. He died three years ago. Dad? Son? Then you're carrying on the business. Look, I... I left the package here four years ago. I told your father that... Got the receipt? No, I didn't take one. No, but we don't... I tell you, I didn't take one. See, I was going away on a dangerous trip. I was afraid I'd lose it. So your father said it wouldn't be enough to give him a name. He wrote a note on the package. What was the package like? It was a brown envelope, but so big and sealed with red wax. Oh, yeah, I remember seeing that. Your father said it wouldn't have any trouble. I just have to mention the name. That's what it says here on the envelope. That's good. Can I have it, please? Sure, just give me the name. Of course. The name... The names. Funny isn't it? That's not my mind for a minute. I just can't remember the name. You're sure this is your envelope? Of course it is. I told you what it looked like, didn't I? I described it perfectly, didn't I? White, brown envelopes, sealed with red wax. Look! What about the name? I mean, what's written here? Listen, you must know... It's mine. You must know that envelope belongs to me. You must give it to me. Oh, I must, must I? What's in it? What's the difference that it might not make? If you know so much about it, you ought to know what's in it. Now, listen. That's my envelope. Give it to me. Look, bud. Don't tell me what to do. The note here says not to give it anybody unless the name is presented. Now, what's the name? It's... So long. No name. No envelope. I'll remember it in just a second, please. What if I go outside? Maybe the air will help. Wait, wait. Please, will you... Alright. But I'll be back. I'll be back. That's my package. I'll remember and I'll be back. I'll be back! I wandered through the streets. I beat my head with my fist. Trying to remember. While I was in prison, I forgot that. I'd made myself forget it. Now I couldn't remember. Names raced through my mind. But none of them were right. I mean, I keep it names in the street. Or in the shops. Anywhere I can see them. Names. Names. Names. Names. Names. Names. Names. Names. Names. Names. Names. Names. Names. Names. What did you say your name was? Lucille. Lucille Carmichael. No, I can't remember. Gee, Henry. I feel sorry for you. I should. You've been swell with it. It's no use. Try again, Henry. Try to think back. I can't. Maybe it wasn't the name at all, see? What were you thinking about when you wrote in the package? I don't. You must have been thinking about something. I... I was thinking about everything I always wanted to do the things I was going to buy, places I was going to go. That was it mostly the places I was going to go. All over the world. Just wandering everywhere I wanted. Just wandering to my heart. What is it, Henry? That's Henry. That's what I wrote on the package, I remember. I can get it. It's my money, $50,000. Henry, wait! Wait! I'm going to get my money. You can't get it tonight. It's too late. I'll wake him up. Then you'll be suspicious. Henry, wait. How can I be calm? Just sit down here. For a minute, come on. Look down at the water. That'll help you to get calm. See? The water is so calm. I don't want to look at the water. Can you swim? No, I can't. What's the difference? What are you doing? No! No! And that is the end of the story. Of Henry's story. But you might have suspected that it was not quite the end of the story. If you had seen a little item in the newspaper two weeks later under shipping news I will read it to you. Miss Lucille Carmichael who recently came into an inheritance from a long lost relative has engaged the royal suite of the Aquitania and is sailing for Europe tomorrow. Her stay abroad will be over. And so closes heart's desire in which Roma Wines have brought you Mr. Lloyd Nolan a star of tonight's study in Suspense. Before Mr. Nolan returns to the microphone let me say a word for Roma Wines the sponsor of Suspense. Genuine cordiality and simplicity have made Miss Elsa Maxwell's hospitality famous the world over. 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Your stars will be two of Hollywood's favorite people Miss Nancy Kelly and Mr. Helmut Dantin. I'll be listening I know you will too. Good night. Suspense is produced edited and directed by William Spear. Lloyd Nolan will soon be seen in the picture Captain Eddie produced by 20th Century Fox who are now celebrating their 30th anniversary. Don't forget next Thursday same time Nancy Kelly and Helmut Dantin will be your stars of suspense. Presented by Roma Wines R-O-M-A made in California for enjoyment throughout the world. This is CBS Columbia Broadcasting System