 The Lux Radio Theatre brings you Jeanette McDonald and Nelson Eddy in Naughty Marietta. Ladies and gentlemen, your producer, Mr. Cecil B. DeMille. Greetings from Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen. The hearts of America are across the Atlantic tonight, and the prayers of America grow with her tons in these hours of destiny. Quite properly, news has the right of way on the air. And this performance of the Lux Radio Theatre may be interrupted for important news bulletins. Tonight, we bring you the glorious voices of Jeanette McDonald and Nelson Eddy in Victor Herbert's immortal Naughty Marietta. All the thousands of letters which have asked for these two stars together get the best possible answer in the next 59 minutes. Jeanette and Nelson co-starred in the Metro-Goldman Mayor picture, and of all the wholesome entertainment they have given us through the years, I think this was the most successful. With a story of adventure in New Orleans, and those unforgettable melodies that have become a part of America itself, you've known them since you were a child, songs like Our Sweet Mystery of Life, that I'm falling in love with someone. You don't have to know the inside workings of the theatre to make a guess on what would happen if some Broadway producer hung a sign on his marquee that Jeanette McDonald and Nelson Eddy were starring in Naughty Marietta. Of course, Broadway produces only dream about things like that. But here, thanks to Lux Turlett's hope, it can come true. An ordinary theatre might seat 1,500 people. Tonight, the Lux Radio Theatre audience totals some 30 million. And so the Broadway production would have to go on for more than 20,000 performances to take care of all of our audience. How long would the play run? Well, the answer seems to be something over 50 years. But the answer to certain problems that start with beauty need no arithmetic at all. Just Lux Turlett's hope. And here's curtain time for Naughty Marietta. And the first act, starring Jeanette McDonald as Marietta and Nelson Eddy as Captain Warrington. France in the year 1750. To his sprawling estate 100 miles from Paris, the Count Altana has just returned from Spain. He strides imperiously down the long corridors of his mansion. Toward the apartments of his niece, the Countess Marie. The Countess is engaged in the singing lesson. But her uncle is in no mood to be kept waiting. I just arrived. Yes, Mrs. Mann. I wish to speak to you alone. Well, I'll be through in my lesson in a few moments. I said I wish to speak to you. Yes. If you don't mind, Mr. Jeanette. Tomorrow, then, madame, at the same hour. Of course. Thank you. Au revoir, madame. Au revoir. Well, uncle? Don Carlos is in Paris. He returned with me from Spain. Oh, then you didn't get my letter in Madrid? Your letter? Of course it reached me, but I tell you, Marie, this wedding will take place. Uncle, in everything else, all my life, have I not obeyed you? And you will continue to obey me. But how can you force me into a marriage with that man? He's old. He's horrible. Uncle, I... We've been over this a dozen times. You'll marry Don Carlos next month at Bersailles. When the king of France and the king of Spain arrange a marriage, that marriage takes place. I can't go through with it. We'll discuss it no further. Then please remember what I've said. You remain in your room until you come to your senses. Uncle, I beg you. I'm taking you to Paris next week. Don Carlos is most impatient to embrace you. Oh, madame, it is nearly daylight and you haven't closed your eyes. And I won't marry Eta, till I find a way out of this. Poor madame. You seek to avoid her, husband, and I seek to find one. I pray we're both successful. And to think that at such a time as this, I must desert you. Dessert me? You forget, madame. In two days the ship sails for Louisiana. Marietta, of course. And you're giving up your sweetheart in Paris? Madame, we are poor people. He's been called into the army. He has no money to buy his way out. I would forget him in the colony. Why didn't you tell me this before? Antoine has tried, madame. He would not let me. And what will you do in Louisiana? The same as the other casket girls shall do. Find a husband. Casket girls? Yes, madame. The king has given each of us a casket of gold and a grant of free land in Louisiana. Women are needed there. In exchange for the king's generosity, we have pledged ourselves to accept husbands there as soon as we arrive. Anyone? Anyone. Worthless or not. But at least it will be a new land, madame, and a new life. Marietta, you love your Antoine very much, don't you? Oh, yes. Very much. How much money does he need to remain out of the army? Twenty gold, Louis, madame. You shall have two hundred. Madame. It's not a gift, Marietta. You will go to Paris to Antoine. I will go to Louisiana. But, madame, how can... I'll take your name. I'll take your clothes. Oh, Marietta, please. Please help me. I'll do anything for you, but if you're found out... Oh, I won't be found out. You're a countess, madame. In Louisiana, you'll have to work. Well, you've never so much as... I can sing. Who knows? Maybe there's a theater in New Orleans. Quickly now. Tell me every detail. There must be no slip, Marietta. You and I will leave this hospital in the hour. Good morning, ladies. Good morning. Captain, such a sad face. Why not? I'm a sad man. Ladies, I bring you depressing news. Yes, ladies, it tears my heart to tell you this. In three days we'll be in New Orleans. In three days, all my pretty girls will leave me. Already my seasickness is gone. I'm not seasick. I'll be sorry to leave the ship, Captain. Yes, my little sea girl, I shall miss you. It will be like losing the last touch with home. Oh, you'll forget all about home with a new husband. Yes, and I think I'll marry a soldier. And you, is that you would like a soldier too? What? And have him getting up in the middle of the night to fight Indians? No soldiers for me, thank you. And you, Marietta. Marietta. Oh, yes? You're a mile away. Still making music on that piece of paper? The music I have. It's the words. Words? What words? That's just it. I get so far and then I stop. The mystery of life. Could I but find a secret all in one? Well, go on. That's all there is. Perhaps there never will be more. Marry a musician in Louisiana. Let him worry it out. Marry? Not I. I want no man. What? Well, then why did you join us? To see the world? So all I'm seen is the ocean. But it's in your contract with the king. You must marry. And if I refuse? Then back to France you go. Back to a prison. Watch. I'll neither marry nor return to France. I know one thing. I'll marry no man either. Unless I love him. Well, listen to her. Listen to who's gonna pick and chew. Back home you never had a chance to marry anyone. But I'm frightened. I'm frightened to death. Oh, she's scared. Uh-uh. You she-devil. Talking to my little fish like that. Sit down, little Julie. I'll have no tears on this ship. Ladies, I, the captain, order you to entertain Julie. Come. Sing. Sing, Julie, into fair weather. Bariata. She sings better than all of us. I'll bargain with you, Julie. One song for one smile. Yes. That's better. Now, what would you like? Please. The little prayer you sang for us yesterday. One day more, the market, together, ladies. Always together. We camp here only for the night. Here in the farm? It's dark, Marietta, and I'm a sailor. I like to be near the water. And why do you sail as Carrie Mosker? This is a wilderness, little one. Who knows? Pirates? Indians? Stay close to the fire. No harm will come to you. Tomorrow you'll be in New Orleans. To what? Can't you hear? Indians, Indians. Singing Indians. Pirates are pirates. To your postmen. Everyone's soldiers. I don't know, Captain. Soldiers in these swamps? But neither dumb nor blind explain they can see us. Then why the devil don't you answer me? Yeah, your man is a bad sailor. Didn't you hear? We were singing. There's only one thing we do better. Fight. I'm Captain Duval from France. We seek no fight. We're making camp here for the night. Now, rest easy, Captain. If you can in a swamp, what a place for a camp. Didn't your mother ever tell you about boogeymen? We're on our way to New Orleans. You serve the Governor, Monsieur. My name is Warrington. Captain Richard Warrington. We serve ourselves. The Governor hires to protect this colony. Mercenaries? Oh, that's one way of putting it, but the... Well, poor, the shy ladies, Captain. Creeping there in the shadows. The casket girls. Surely you knew they were coming. That's enough, you traitors. Any man who wants a wife can pick one tomorrow in New Orleans. If he's smart, he won't go to New Orleans. Well, girls, let me have a look at you. You... you villain. We've come all the way over here just to get married. Pay no attention to him, girls. Not now or tomorrow when you see him in New Orleans. And what makes you think I'll be in New Orleans? You said only smart men will stay away. Quiet, you. We're standing guard here the morning. Now, get your post. You and your men get some sleep, Captain DeVile. It's for the girls. I don't particularly care what they do. All right, men, your post. Oh, uh, Captain. What? You'll see us safely to New Orleans, won't you, tomorrow? Yes, of course. I'll get back to the other and go to sleep. I'd rather talk to you. Well, that's understandable. Let's talk. Start answering some questions. Why couldn't you find yourself a husband in France? That's certainly none of your concern. Now, look here, your highness. Well, why did you call me that? Because your chin reaches for the moon when you're mad, that's all. Suppose I change it to blue eyes. My name is Marietta. You have blue eyes, haven't you? My eyes are green. Well, blue eyes, how did you happen to get mixed up in this cargo of raw bone brides? I wanted to get married. Just a poor, lonely milkmate on a farm, huh? As a matter of fact, I was. Sure, sure, sure, sure. Look at your hand. Well, I... Oh, it's all right, blue eyes. None of my business wants your word. Say, uh, I'd like my singing, huh? Well, there's so many to kill your noises in the swamps that I... Yeah. Yep, I thought I was magnificent, too. Smartest little fellow, aren't you? You're talking to the bellowing bullfrog of the bayous. But don't tell a soul. No, I'll leave that for you to do. By the way, where did you acquire that, uh, so-called boy? Oh, I studied for years to be a singer. But then I discovered I wanted more to be a soldier. It pays much better. Then I suggest you forget singing and concentrate on your work. Oh, but I do, I do. And I made a remarkable discovery. You see, if we sing while we march through the swamps, whoever we're after, pirates or Indians are very likely to hear us. That's one way of getting an audience. Yeah, and when they hear us, they run off. Nobody's killed, and the governor rehires us to start looking for them again, and everybody's happy. I see. Then you don't spend much time in New Orleans. Well, uh, no, I don't spend much time. Not if I can help it. Besides, those French troops there can't tell a screech out from a war hook. They hide from both. But then the colony is really blessed with your services, you might say. I did say it. Doesn't your wife object to your being away so much? Wife? Oh, you're paddling up a dry creek blue-eyes. Oh, you're not married. No, uh-uh. Don't start making plans. Oh, I'm very fond of girls. Devote quite a bit of my spare time to them. But M-A-R-I-A-I-K-R-I-A-G-E is a word I just can't pronounce. You can't spell it out. I'd soon be bitten by a marcus and then kissed by a bribe. Feel rather strongly on the subject, don't you? Oh, I don't mind dying blue-eyes, but I'd sure like to avoid a lingering death. There goes that chin up to the moon again. Well, it's a very nice moon. A very nice chin. You know, I know a song about the moon. I'm sure you do. You'd like me to sing it? No. Well, now that you've persuaded me, listen. Tell me kindly fortune. Tell me if my love shall ever fail. Tell me truly if my love... So you want to hide, do you? Still be here. On your feet. Wait, wait. Now what? What about girls? What are the casquette girls? She's missing. Probably off somewhere with one of your sailors. All right, boys. End line. No, no, she disappeared during the night. We can't find her anyplace. Oh, is it? The little one with the red hair and the blue eyes. Marietta. Marietta? Yes. She's gone? Completely. God. You must find her. Oh, no, I'm hired to fight, not to hunt stray kittens. Please, you must. I'm responsible for her safety. To the king himself, I'm responsible. Stop worrying. Come on, man. We're marching to New Orleans. Keep your eyes open for a red-headed kitten with long clothes. Naughty Marietta. And now, here's our young friend, Sally, looking very pleased about something, too. Mr. Kennedy, I feel like the famous cat that swallowed the canary. What have you been up to, Sally? Well, I went to my young cousin Sue's graduation this afternoon and was I proud. Sounds as though she graduated with honors. Yes, indeed. Especially the way she looked. Oh, my, Mr. Kennedy, that luxe complexion of hers is so smooth and lovely. Well, of course, Sally. We all know what a luxe complexion does for a girl. But here's why I feel like the fairy godmother in the case. Just a while ago, Sue was really unhappy about her look. So, cousin Sally gave her a few Hollywood tips. And the most important was active lather facials with luxe toilet soap. I told her that screen stars depend on this easy care and that it would help her, too. Recent tests proved that, Sally. Actually, three out of four complexions improved in a short time with daily luxe soap care. Well, Sue found her beauty facials with that creamy, rich lather really did things for her skin. Why, Sally, they're so quick and easy that even a mere man can tell you how it's done. First, cover your face with the luxe soap lather and work it in thoroughly. Second, rinse with warm water and splash on cold. Third, pat your skin dry with a soft towel. Right, Sally? You get a plus, Mr. Kennedy. That's the way nine out of ten screen stars do it. They know how kind, gentle luxe toilet soap is to delicate skin. Now, Sally, let me pass on your Hollywood tip to the ladies in our audience who haven't yet tried luxe toilet soap. Why not get some of this fine white beauty soap tomorrow? If your dealer is temporarily out of stock, he's sure to have more soon. Remember, Hollywood's beauty soap is worth waiting for. And now, our producer, Mr. DeMille. Act two of Naughty Marietta, starring Jeanette MacDonald as Marietta and Nelson Eddy as Captain Warrington. That's a dress just arrived from Captain Warrington. The casket girls reached New Orleans within the hour. All of his excellency, Governor of Louisiana, all accredited men, single and in good health, desirous of taking a wife, assemble you in this marketplace this afternoon at three o'clock to view the casket girls from France. Forty girls with gold and a grant of land from his gracious majesty, King Louis. Forty girls. Now, what is it, soldier? What's that? My goodness, you're sure? Oh. Forty-nine girls with gold and a land grant. Forty-nine girls with gold and a land grant. The casket girls have arrived and all New Orleans is sprung to the marketplace. In the wildest demonstration the town has ever seen. It's been an afternoon of unbounded revelry and feasting. The governor himself has insisted upon kissing each of the 39 arrivals. And now, returning to the government house, he finds the 40th in custody of Captain Warrington. You found her, Captain. I knew you would. Sitting on a stump holding her foot. You'd be tired, too, if you'd walked as far as I had. Oh, undoubtedly, my pretty one. We must see that you're cared for at once. What is your name, my dear? Governor, you seem to forget. This girl escaped. Oh, yes, a flagrant breach of your contract with his majesty and what do you have to say for yourself, young woman? Simply that I'm not going to marry anyone. Oh, well, this is very serious business. Let me see your credentials if they're not correct. I'll, uh-uh, haven't I seen you somewhere before? Oh, no, no, Your Excellency. I-I'm from Marseille. What is your name? Marietta Frannini. That's strange. I'm sure that I'd seen you before. The credentials, Governor. Oh, yes, the credentials. There's very little use in examining these credentials, Excellency. They're false. Full of lies. What? Oh, my goodness. Now, let me see the name. Marietta Frannini. Oh, Marseille. Oh, no lies. So far is, oh, 23 in good health. Any lies? No, Excellency. It says you have excellent character, and your behavior has always been beyond reproach. That's it. That's a lie. My behavior. What? Well, I'm an awful person. I had three husbands in France. Well, really? Three? In round numbers. What were you doing among all these sweet girls? You had no business coming here. You're so right, and I'm so bad. Yes. Well, now don't you take it too much to heart. I'll put you in prison, but it's really a very nice cell, and I'll come to see you every day. Yes, Pa? Oh, yes, my dear. You are going to walk with this brazen creature? Young woman, you should be ashamed of yourself. And you thought you knew her? I, uh, oh, Richard. Yes, Excellency? Get this creature out of here and do something. Find her a home, put her in jail, but get her out of here. Red one, Excellency. This way, blue eyes. No. I said this way, blue eyes. I found you on that stump and arrested you. Someone else would have, and right now you'd be in jail instead of with me. You can thank me as soon as you're in a better mood. Why, did you suddenly interest in me, Captain? Well, when I'm on duty, I'll admit I am a loud kind of fellow, but I'm in town now for rest and relaxation. I feel very kindly toward the world. But you made it rather clear that your world doesn't include women. Yeah, and any woman charming enough to acquire three husbands. Oh, I wish my world were full of them, and they all look like you. Oh, I've always done very well with charming women. Sometimes too well, breaking off, understand? Well, you'll encounter no difficulty severing this relationship, I assure you. Either way, you toss off words like a lady of culture doesn't quite fit in with your milkmaid's story, does it? But do you know harm to improve your language? Maybe you've been missing a lot of fun. Haven't you ever wanted to be a little more honest? Have you ever wanted to be a little more informal? Like this? Let me go. Let me go, or I'll call the police. You know, Whisper will do. I'm the police. Then please, please, wherever you are taking me, take me there. But it appears we have arrived. This is it, Rudolfo's. Rudolfo's? Formerly my singing teacher. He also teaches dancing and has a marionette show. Oh? You can trust him. He has eight children. He also has rooms to rent. He needs a talented girl to help in his show. Oh, that sounds wonderful. So if he can't find one, maybe you'll do. Oh. Shall we knock? Yes, we shall knock. Rudolfo, I want you to see that she's comfortable here and, of course, available to me any time I should happen by. Of course, Capitano. It's so little a favor for all you have done for me and such a lovely girl. You do not sing, not to dance, not anything. Well, I've been... I'm not asking any wages, just a home. There'll be plenty she can do. No milking cows. No, no milking cows. Sure, sure. I'm very happy you come to Rudolfo's family and I promise I teach you to sing. If I can teach you the Capitano, I can teach you. Wait, wait. I'll show you what I mean. Elena. Yes, papa. No, yes, papa. Come in here. Forget the Capitano. Remember the song. Which song, papa? The song from Annapolis. Go, go sing. The single goes the now. You listen, senorina. Observe the wide open mouth. The breathe in, the breathe out. You definitely should learn to sing, little ice cake. It's an added charm. Ice cake, huh? Hmm, charm. Of course, we don't expect you to sing as she does, but... Oh, you don't, eh? Well? The jewel. Hey, what is this? Oh, I used to appear at the opera commite. Ah, senorina, not beautiful, beautiful. Ah, an opera singer who milked cows and had three husbands. When did you find time to be lady and waiting to her majesty? Oh, how does that do? For three years? Oh, blue eyes. You're very beautiful. You're also the biggest liar I ever met. She's all yours, Rodolfo. I'm getting out of here. Hmm. And now about the plans for the new barracks, sir. Oh, summer time. Oh, good evening, Richard. Your excellency? Made you for now. Richard, here are the months paid for your men, and you'll be happy to know. I promised the council this morning you'd leave at once and round up those bariteria cutthroat spots. I'll arrange for your supplies, captain. I'm sorry, sir. We won't be able to break camp for at least another week. You've been here two weeks already. Now, my men need a long arrest. Your men? Or you? Oh, yes, yes. Uh, uh, what is this? I can answer that, excellency. Captain Warrington has taken very seriously your placing the casket girl in his charge. Captain Warrington, I demand an explanation. This is most serious. Oh, uh, you may leave, major. I'll have this out with him alone. Yes, sir. My boy, this is wonderful. I was wondering how to get in touch with her. Now, where did you nest our little pigeon? Where is she? Well, I, I, uh, uh, I don't know. Oh, um, haven't I always been good to you? This is no way to treat your poor old governor. You've changed, my boy. You don't know how I've changed. Oh, but you wouldn't begrudge me a chance to see her again. Uh, uh, just to apologize for the way I acted. And besides, if you're going away, I want to be sure that she's comfortable in your absence. Gaspar, who, who is she? Oh, he says, uh, there you are, my dear. Yes, here I am, but who is she? Uh, we were just discussing Richard's horse. I didn't want her left alone in his absence. Oh, a very sensitive creature, my dear. A long slender neck and such withers. Withers? I'll wither you. Just trot her around, Richard. You understand. Yes, do trot her over. I want to see this horse he's got to apologize to. Yet you do wonderful, such a voice. I'll try to do better with the puppets tomorrow. You've been so patient with me, Rudolfo. My look, look, no more work now. Maybe you'd like to go out to get something to eat. I'm start. And is the heat common for you? I hope so. Oh, that's a bad. He's my best friend, and you are too. And I say that's a bad. Oh, he just talks a lot. He's harmless. That's what they talk to all the others. So many broken hearts he broke. But not this one, Rudolfo. Hey, just give me time. Oh, take. You ready? Oh, hello, myster. Go away, Batman. Go away. Where shall I go? If you must break her heart to least a feet of stomach. Goodbye. Still hungry? No. This is wonderful. I'm leaving you all in tomorrow. I've got to argue with some gentlemen in Barataria. Oh, when will you be back? Never, maybe. But if you sing loud enough, they'll hear you and hide. Isn't that the theory? Oh, that's just one of my theories. Oh. I've got another. About love. I'm bored already. Oh, I can be persistent. That? I know. Now, get a look. Here you are. Here, I'll find out what this is all about and be right back. I could tell you myself. What's the reward for? Marietta Frannini. She's posing as a casket girl. A ship arrived today at Bretton. A courier just rode in with the news. Hey, listen to me, everybody. I saw the girl today at the marionette show. She's working now. Rudolpho? Yes, if you want that reward, get up there and find her. All right. Tell me nothing. Is there anything to tell your other one to say it? We've got to get away from here. Oh, there's no use. I can't hide. Quickly, now. I know where there's a boat. We'll get out on the river. Oh, they'll find me sooner or later. Of course. But don't you trust me? You're the only one I can trust. Come on. You're kind of blue-eyed. Scared? I should be, but I'm not. It's so peaceful here on the river. Why so silent? I've been thinking. About me? Perhaps. They're roundabout ways. I'm not a roundabout fellow. So I've noticed. I've really been thinking about a melody. Very pretty. But that little head should be on more serious subjects. My shoulder, for example. Please. You wish. It's just that you're in trouble, blue-eyes. And I'd like to help. 500 Louis Reward for a little girl from Marseille. Why? You still don't know. All I know is that you're not what you've said you were. What do you think I am? You're lost. You're lonely. You're a, well, a meadowlock and a flock of crows. Something like that. Who are you? Someone. Just someone? Yes. Someone from somewhere? Someone from somewhere? As real as life? And as unreal as a dream? You make me seem so mysterious. I'm not, really. Aren't you? Uh-uh. Well, I have a very strange feeling I've never felt before. It's a kind of a grinding depression. My heart's acting strangely. It feels rather sore. At least, it gives me that impression. My pulses leap madly without any cause. Believe me, I'm telling you truly. And I wish I could tell you what's in mine. Not now. Why? Because I haven't any right to. I'm confused. I'm tired. I'm... A woman. Yes, I think I understand. No, you don't understand. Well, then maybe I will sometime. Yes. Sometime. Sick. Please take me ashore. Right now? Yes. Where do you want to go? Where I must go? To the governor's office. We pause now for station identification. This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System. In a few moments, Mr. DeMille presents Jeanette McDonald and Nelson Eddy in Act 3 of Naughty Marietta. And now, two hard-working victory gardeners are ready to go home. Hi, Mad. You want to live? Yes, I do. Be right with you. Goodness, if I re-put I-soaked today, we ought to have a bumper crop. I'm exhausted. I wish John and I didn't have to go out for dinner tonight. Only I had time to rest up an hour or so. Well, I know what I'm going to do the minute I get home. Draw a tub full of warm water and unwrap a nice new case of luxe. There's something about that creamy luxe-soaked lather that always makes me feel like new. Screen stars say that, too. They find their complexion-soaked, luxe-toilet-soaked luxurious beauty bath. In fact, 9 out of 10 screen stars use luxe-toilet-soaked. Here's what Dorothy Lamour tells you. An active lather bath with luxe-toilet-soaked gives you a quick pick-up, leaves you refreshed. I love that rich, creamy lather. Leaves skin so fresh and sweet, perfume with a delightful fragrance. You step out of your luxe-soaked bath feeling like a million. There's a tip for busy women everywhere. Luxe-soaked, active lather carries away the day's dust and dirt in a twinkling. And most important of all, as screen stars say... A luxe-soaked bath protects daintiness, makes you sure of skin that's sweet. Why not try this fragrant white soap for your daily beauty bath? You'll find luxe-toilet-soaked thrifty as well as luxurious. It's hard mill. Each satin-smooth cake can be used to the last thin sliver. Ask your dealer for Hollywood's beauty soap, luxe-toilet-soaked, tomorrow. And now, Mr. DeMille returns to the microphone. We'll have a chat with the counters and the captain after the play, but here's the curtain for the third act of Naughty Marietta, starring Jeanette McDonnell and Nelson Eddy. Well, what does it say? Gasparne, read it to me. Oh, yes, my dear. The courier brought it from the ship. See, signed by the king himself. Read it. You are ordered to find the counters daltain immediately and return her to the custody of her uncle. Anyone abetting her further escape shall be considered in treason to me and will be sentenced to death. Louis, king of France, oh, I feel horrible. And where is the girl? I don't know. An hour later, the girl the governor is seeking stands before him. With her is Captain Warrington and the governor's aide, Major Bonelle. Well, well, Major. She has been found, Excellency. This lady is Marietta Franini. Just a moment. The lady's identity has been neither confirmed nor denied. She can't deny it. Nor can she deny that actually she is the countess daltainer, a fugitive from France. Marietta. Yes, is that so terrible? Being a fugitive, no. But a counter? Marietta. You want to arrest the countess as madame? He would not address her at all. Leave us, both of you. Yes, Excellency. Is that your wish? Yes. I'll be back. My dear, why did you do it? Run away from France and give up the most important marriage of the century. Why talk about it? It's all been settled, haven't it? I'll be settled in Isles if I don't deliver you to your uncle, the king's mandate. Where is my uncle? He'll arrive tomorrow. He must have found your trail very quickly, my dear, and sailed from France right on your heels. I'll wait here for him, if I may. Excellent. Tomorrow night of ball in your honor. Oh, please, I'll... Oh, it's nothing at all. Another matter. We shall see to it naturally that your uncle never learns what's been going on. Why upset him needlessly? But if I'm not upset, why should it disturb him? I... oh, yes. Well, of course, but in any case, do me the favor of letting them believe that ever since you came here, you have... Well, what a blasted work could you have been doing? I worked in a marionette theater. Splendid, you worked in a marionette theater. They need never know that I was forced to. They'll never know. Or that you are the man responsible. Exactly, and I'll tell them... Oh, no, no. Well, that's not quite the point, you know what I mean. I'll tell them... Oh! Let them not contest your apartment, sir. Thank you. Oh, I've been expiring from horror about your experiences. I should have known at once you are no casket girl. Get far, of course. He's such a man's man. Man's man? Yes. Oh, you mentioned apartment. Yes, madame, this way. Francois? Francois? Yes, sir. Come here quickly, a letter. Write a letter at once to Captain Warrington and deliver it in person. And the contents? The contents? Oh, yes, yes. The contents. Let me see, Richard. I order you to get out of town immediately. Go to Barataria, or somewhere, but go. In the name of our long friendship, please obey me. After all, a woman is only a woman, but a countess... Francois, what is a countess in this case? A barrel of gunpowder? Yes, yes. But a countess is two barrels of gunpowder. Please go away for about three months. Madame, they are arriving. Don't see us already like flies to a place of honey. There's never been a ball like this. Not since the colony was founded. You've been most attentive, all of you. Lending me your gowns and your jewels. Will everyone be here tonight? Everyone have consequence, madame. And the military? The regular guard, yes. I don't know about Captain Warrington. As a rule, he... You wretched girl! Get out of here! Please, I must see her. She knows me. Oh, Julie! Oh, madame, just for a moment. Get back to your kitchen at once. Oh, please, please. I wish to speak to this girl alone if you don't mind. Come, ladies. Out! Out! Julie, I haven't seen you since we landed. You're married. Oh, yes, madame. You're such a wonderful man. And you're happy. Terribly. But, madame, yes, madame, it's about you. Captain Warrington. What are you trying to say? The governor ordered him to leave New Orleans. But he refuses to go and... I just heard he's coming here tonight. And he's going to come here... Oh! Harry! Oh, come in, uncle. Did you just arrive? Julie, wait in the bedroom, please. Harry, how could you have done this? Oh. Must we talk about it? You found me, so my little game comes to an end. I have no need to tell you what your conduct has cost me. The humiliation, that ghastly trip, and poor Don Carlos suffered such misery from seasickness, I almost despair of his life. He survived? Fortunately, yes. Oh. He's, uh, he's here with you? The poor man is still too ill to leave the ship. Doesn't he know I left France to avoid him? Haven't he any pride? I convinced him your running away was to intrigue him, to make yourself more desirable. It would be wise to let that impression remain. Have you two had time to make your plan? After the ball tonight, we go aboard the ship. We sail at Don. Don? Until that time, all the guards have been instructed not to let you leave the Paris grounds. Uncle, you may as well know it now as later. When that boat sails at Don, I'll not be honest. Haven't you tried my patience? This affair of yours with Warrington, I know all about it. If he should try to see you again, I shall regard it as an act of treason. Now, are you ready to come downstairs? My, uh, love, they're in the other room. Hurry. Julie. Madame. You heard him? Yes. Help me, Julie. Go to the barracks. Tell Captain Warrington he must not come here. It might cost him his life. You understand? Yes, Madame. Thank you, Julie. I'm ready. That's better. Oh, in case you still want your gloves, I'll wear you put them down here on your dressing table. It's the Count's bill chain of the love of fame. He's great. The Count's bill chain of the love of fame. Oh, Madame, the contest. This is a great occasion for New Orleans. Thank you, Madame. My children tell me you have such a divine voice, Countess. I'm far better as a puppeteer. Yes, they heard you in redoubt. Such a quaint little escapade for a Countess. Come, my dear, your first dance belongs to the governor. Now, remember everything I've told you. You see those guards by the side door? Where the major is? Sure. Those two have? Those two. I don't know what's got into you, Cap, but we'll do whatever you say. I won't be long. I know what's wrong with him. Why? He's squirrel, baby. He's Captain Long. What are you doing here, Warrington? Oh, accepting an invitation to a ball. Where's your card? Well, it was verbal invitation. If you were there, Warrington, you're as good as... Well, why not? Guard? Yes, sir. Stand aside. Let Captain Warrington pass. I am going with him. There's the governor, Captain. I think you'll be interested to know you're here. Excuse me, I'll let him know myself. Excellency. Richard, didn't I tell you? You can't do this to me. Why aren't you a baritarian? I hate to interrupt your dance, Excellency. Dick, I sent you a... She told me, madam. Richard, answer me. You wanted me to leave town today. The day doesn't end till midnight, Excellency. Oh, if you don't mind, will you hold my hat? The countess and I have something to discuss. Oh, your hat. Oh, certainly, my boy. Pleasure. Oh, your hat! What? Come back! Richard! Oh! Dick, Dick, you've got to leave this one. Now, that's the only reason I came out here with you. Leave while you can. There's a song you were going to sing me. Remember? See, you must go, and I can't stay out here. Why? Just because they're giving a party in honor of your sailing? You know? When does the ship leave? Leave? Well, in two days, perhaps three. Good. That gives me plenty of time. Time for what? To hear your song. I'll be back tomorrow night. We're camping nearby. I can make it easily. Tomorrow night, yes. Yes, goodbye, Dick. Only for a day. Goodbye. Harry! Oh, yes, uncle. Major Bernan, is that the name? Yes, Excellency. Arrest him at once. Oh, come on, uncle. Aren't you magnifying something very silly? This, this, this. But there is a friend of mine. He's been of great service to me. I simply asked him here to say goodbye. Ah, don't look so cross, uncle. My dear, I was just thinking. I believe you've come to your senses at last. Shall we go in? Thank you. We have all vowed that we can't dance and never step until we hear you sing. Please, madame. Have pity on us, Provincial. Yes, yes, I will sing. I know them now, the words. The words I've been searching for. I had to return. You wouldn't have sung it if you'd ever expected to see me again, would you? No. Why are you really sailing? At dawn. Why didn't you tell me? Because you tried to stop them from taking me. They'd call it treason. Look at me. You don't want to sail on that ship, do you? You're all I ever want. All there is. Well, that's it then. Here, your cloak. We're leaving. I got myself in, and I can get you out. Take it. If no use, wherever we go, they'll find us again. Not where we're going. There are places the French have never seen, far away to the west. They'll never find us. Hurry now. Down these steps. Oh, so we're fired. The guards. Yes, the guards. You got them? It's Captain Warrington already, sir. And the counten. A thousand bottles, madame. But your uncle was suspicious. He gave me the orders himself. Guards, escort your two prisoners at once to the governor's office. Yes, sir. Relax, Cap. We're fine. Thanks, boys. Look in the bushes. The major's guards are tapping their head in their sound asleep for the night. Oh, won't they catch cold without the uniform? They sure fit us fine, huh, Cap? Come on. We've got to get out of here right now. Horses in the woods, Cap. Boats at the river. Think you can run, Countess? In case I haven't mentioned it, I could run after you the rest of my life. Run start now, honey bee, and fast. Where does the river take us, Dick? We'll reach a mission in a couple of hours. Father Dalil will marry us if you... well, if you still want to. What do you think? Darling, you are a Countess. Yes. Yes, I am. You lived your life in palaces. I've lived mine in wilderness. Don't worry about your uncle. I'll take you wherever you want to go. You'll promise that? I promise that. I'll take you wherever you want to go. You promise that? I promise that. I'll take you wherever you want to go. You promise that? I promise. There is a place, Dick. Until now I had only seen it in a dream. What place? A place called home. And as long as I live, it will be where you are. We'll never leave it, darling. Never. Farms of Victor Herbert, the voices of Jeanette MacDonald and Nelson Eddy, and the result is an evening we will long remember. Thank you, Mr. DeMille. It's been a very exciting week for me. You see, my husband has his first sleep in the Air Force, and in some time, and we celebrate our seventh anniversary Saturday. A blessing on you both. Thank you. Give our best to Jean. He's a good flyer. With all the camp shows you've been doing, he's lucky to find you home. And Nelson, of course, has recently come back from an extensive trip in the Middle East and Mediterranean, entertaining troops there. Oh, the great experience, CB. One of the big thrills of things tonight in Arabia. I've never been in Arabia in my life. In an airplane hangar. No, Nelson. In San Francisco. Well, I was there on a camp tour. No, no, no. I saw your pictures. San Francisco in an airplane hangar in Arabia. Oh. And on the Gold Coast, they were showing another picture of yours, Rosemarie. Oh, yes, Rosemarie. Now, let's see. Who else starred in that? Oh, it's some tired baritone. Tired by that time, anyway. I understand you sang 51 concerts for the boys in as many days, Nelson. So you must have done something besides go to the movies. I went to the opera once in Eritrea. Oh, opera's the same anywhere, Nelson. Not in Eritrea. In the middle of an area, the tenor walked off the stage, smoked a cigarette in the wings, and came back and picked up where he left off. Well, that's the informal touch. Did you sit in the Royal Box? No, it belonged to an unsuccessful politician named Mussolini. Kind of dusty, though, as if it hadn't been used much lately. Maybe he stuck that chin out just a little too far. I suppose you traveled pretty light, Nelson. Yeah, just a few extra shirts and soap and things. Nelson, here, soap is pronounced Locke. Oh, is there any other kind? Well, I never make a trip without being sure I have some Locke soap along, Mr. Vanille. Well, Locke couldn't travel in lovely accompanies to that. Oh, by the way, what have you planned for next week? Well, our play is Metro-Goldman Mayor's current success, Lost Angel. And that means we'll introduce a new star to this audience, lovely little Margaret O'Brien. And with her, we'll have James Craig, Marsha Hunt, and Keenan Wynn. Lost Angel is a delightful story of a little girl who fixes up the lives of some of her elders. And as a little girl, you'll hear one of the most talked about stars of the day, seven-year-old Margaret O'Brien. And from what I've seen, we can all take lessons from her, CB. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Tonight no one needs to give reasons why we should buy war bonds. The reasons are above and beyond logic. They're a part of the great heart and faith of America. And they're written like a pillar of fire in the night over France. Ladies and gentlemen, how do you answer the question, have I bought all the war bonds I can? Not all I can afford, but all I can. The fifth war loan began today. Our sponsors, the makers of Lux Toilets Oaks, join me in inviting you to be with us again next Monday night when the Lux Radio Theatre presents Margaret O'Brien, James Craig, Marsha Hunt, and Keenan Wynn in Lost Angel. This is Thespapy DeMille saying good night to you from Hollywood. Tonight's play will play Clark as Governor, Norman Field as the cop, Varda Felton as Madame, and Charles Seal, Ferdinand Monnier, Joe Duvall, Jack Mather, Virginia Greig, Betty Moran, Ann Tobin, Janet Scott, Jane Ovello, Deli Ellis, Howard McNear, and Regina Wallace. This program is broadcast to our fighting forces overseas through cooperation with the Armed Forces Radio Service. Our music was directed by Lois Silvers. Three bells for three great shows. Same time, same station. 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