 Lux presents Hollywood. The Lux Radio Theatre brings you Barbara Stanwyck and Fred McMurray in Remember the Night with Elizabeth Patterson, Buda Bondi, and Sterling Holloway. And, ladies and gentlemen, your producer, Mr. Cecil B. DeMille. Greetings from Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen. Fine acting, a good story, and superb direction, each contribute to the success of a motion picture. And we'll have to combine all three to explain the resounding success of the current Paramount picture, Remember the Night. As it happens, I take a personal pride in the success of this picture because Mitchell Lysen, who directed it, served his apprenticeship with me. Consequently, it's with a special bow in Mitch's direction that I introduce our radio adaptation of his screen hit, Remember the Night. A triumphal return engagement for the same two stars who played it on the screen, Barbara Stanwyck and Fred McMurray. And with them, we have Dula Bondi, Elizabeth Patterson, and Sterling Holloway of the Picture Cast. Remember the Night is a play you'll remember, and Lux Toilet Soap is a product you'll remember. For now, our feminine listeners remember to think of their appearance, and that's at least, well, part of the time. They know Lux Toilet Soap is a real aid to loveliness. Just why Barbara Stanwyck and Fred McMurray have never been teamed before is one of Hollywood's unsolved mysteries. But the results in this picture call loudly for more of the same. So we were very insistent on having these stars of the picture in our production tonight. Barbara dropped in to visit my Northwest Mounted Police set, but I sent her home right away to get her script of Remember the Night. And I had to break into something to get Fred McMurray. I had to break into his vacation in Mexico. It was the same vacation which we interrupted a few weeks ago to bring him back to this microphone. However, he took our persecution very amably and buckled right down to work. Ordinarily, I don't suppose a courtroom is the most promising place in the world for a love story, especially if the party of the first part is the prosecutor and the party of the second part is the girl on trial. But Remember the Night is delightfully original from beginning to end with a love story that begins in a law court. But once more, it's curtain time in the Lux Radio Theater. As we start act one of Remember the Night, starring Barbara Stanwick as Lee Leander, Fred McMurray as John Sargent, with Bula Bondi as his mother, Elizabeth Patterson as Aunt Emma, and Sterling Holloway as Willie. A jewelry store on New York's Fifth Avenue. In the glittering showcases, a thousand precious stones sparkle in their brilliant settings. Although it's just a few weeks before Christmas, there's only one customer in the store this afternoon, a pretty girl in costly furs. On her wrist is a diamond bracelet, placed there by an enthusiastic clerk. He smiles happily, sensing the sale is practically complete. Glorious, Madam, isn't it? One of our most beautiful bracelets, really. Yes, it is beautiful. You won't regret taking it, Madam. I'm sure I won't. What's the price, please? Only $5,000. $5,000? That's reasonable. You won't find another one like it in New York, Madam. Shall I have Mr. Meyer make out the papers? Just a moment, please. I think I'd like to see one or two more before I make up my mind. That one in the lower tray, please. Let me see that. Oh, of course, Madam. Personally, I prefer the one you're wearing, but this one's quite beautiful, too. The emerald set the diamonds off very nicely. Now, if you'll just place this one on your... Madam! Madam! Where... She's gone! Mr. Meyer! She's gone! Police! Police! What is it? Oh, that girl! She's returned! She went out with a $5,000 bracelet! There's dark complexion, Silver Fox Furs, vicinity Fifth Avenue, 54th Street. Search for Diamond Bracelet stolen from Meyer & Company. That is all. Oh, this is Officer Cassidy reporting to headquarters. Say, we picked up that girl on call 17. Yeah. Caught her cold with the goods in a hot shop over on Third Avenue. She was trying to pawn the bracelet. Yeah. Attorney's office? Who? Oh, just a moment. Who is it? Commissioner's office. It's about that acquittal yesterday in the shooting case. Uh, tell them I'm busy. Hello? Can the district attorney call you back? Thank you. Is that all they have to do, beef about acquittals? All right, Tom, let's get going. Okay, boss. What's the first case today? Ah, it's a cinch. Day by the name of Lillian. The cop's a bracelet out of Meyer & Company on Third Avenue in Hoxford. Open and shut. First offense? Nah, she's got a record. This is a third offense. Oh, that's good. That's good. The first offender at Christmas time is tougher than tiger meat. Tom, look at that chart. Convictions only 78% is against 82% last year. Hey, can I handle this case, boss? I'll get your conviction. You probably could handle it as well as some of these dopes. But when the right case comes along, I'll give it to you. Wife-beater or something like that. Your face isn't right to prostitute a woman. Oh, boss, listen. That thing doing, Tom, nothing doing. We'll get Sergeant on this one. Sergeant? What's his face got that mine hasn't got? Whatever it is, he's never lost a case for me yet. Yeah, but he's gone home for Christmas. Ohio or Oklahoma someplace like that. Listen, I can get you a conviction. Take it easy, Tom. Take it easy. Miss Day, get me John Sergeant on the phone. Yes, sir. Now, boss, now that ain't fair. Stop moaning. Sergeant's terrific, but he's a pretty girl, John. OK, I'll answer. Hello? Wait a minute, Rufus. Listen, if that's the office, tell him I've already left. OK. Hello? Yes, sir? Yes. Well, this is the office. He's already left. Oh, you blockhead. Give me that phone. I just... Good morning. Who all wants to speak to Master Sergeant, please? Hello, Sergeant. All right, never mind. Who is this? This is your boss. You know it's a good thing you didn't take up acting for a living. Yeah? Well, what do you want? Well, listen, we got a case to try this morning. I'll see you at the office in 15 minutes. No, wait a minute. I'm supposed to be going home for Christmas. Sure, sure. You can leave here this afternoon. Yeah, but I've got 730 miles to drive. You told me I could... Now, look, Jack, don't argue. It's a female case and I need you. Now, come on. I was afraid of this. Who's defending? Oh, very. It's a men bag. He'll give us the Gettysburg Address and the Declaration of Independence. Oh, no, I won't. Now, I'll have Tommy Chincourt in line. Now, listen, boss. Hello. Hello. You talk all day, all day long. When you leave, Mr. Sergeant. Shut up. Please proceed with your summation, Mr. O'Leary. Thank you, Your Honor. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, during the course of this trial, you've heard the prosecuting attorney, Mr. Sergeant, attempt to prove that a valuable bracelet was taken from the premises of Myron Company by the defendant. All this has been a waste of time, gentlemen of the jury, of your time and mine. Time we could spend to do better advantage in last-minute Christmas shopping. At least I know that's what I'd like to be doing. May I please the court re-object, Your Honor? The jury's Christmas shopping has nothing to do with the case. Objection, Mr. Sting. I withdraw the illusion, Your Honor. Ladies and gentlemen, when I say that time has been wasted, I mean, the state has gone to great lengths to prove that Anna Rose Malone, sometimes known as Lillianne, did on the afternoon of December 3rd, on Fifth Avenue with a bracelet which was still the property of Myron Company to prove something she freely admits, as if the proof of this constituted a proof of guilt. Since the dawn of civilization, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, since the beginnings of jurors' prudence, wise men and women have refused to be hoodwinked by a circumstantial evidence, the contents of a whiskey bottle. Hey, Jack, I don't like that smile on that jury's pant. All juries get soft-hearted at Christmas, Tommy. If you ever get a case to prosecute and you see that peace on Earth, goodwill toward men will come in their eyes and get a continuance, even if you have to fall down and tell the judge ate green apples. A young woman walking out of a store with something not her own is necessarily an evil doer. Oh, how flimsy is this argument! How unfair! But on it, and because of it, you have been asked to take away the liberty of a fellow human being. Now, the truth is simple. The bracelet was removed during a temporary loss of will and consciousness, now known as schizophrenia, but formerly known as hypnotism. Hey, Mike, well, that's a sweet one, hypnotism. Shut up, Tommy. You mean you're not going to object? Shut up. He's just postponed the case to laughter Christmas. How do you figure that? Hypnotism. Yes. Yes, I said hypnotism, and that's exactly what I meant. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I want you to gaze upon this girl's face. Is this the face of a hardened criminal? An outcast from society? No. No! But the prosecution would have you believe that she willingly, and in her right mind, stole, stole a bracelet. Ladies and gentlemen, let me tell you what really happened. The truth. This girl, this poor unfortunate creature, went into that jewelry store not to buy, not to steal, but only to look. A salesman showed her the bracelet, urged her to clasp it around her wrist, begged her to examine it under a more powerful light, and then excused himself. The bracelet is under a powerful light. The young girl stares at it closer, closer. The great central stone flashes blindingly in her eyes. Blue, green, purple, orange, closer, still closer. Suddenly, the colors are gone. Everything is dark. A breath of cold air brings her to her senses, but what's this? Where is the jewelry store? Where is the light she was standing under? What is she doing on Fifth Avenue, blocks away from Myron Company? She, she doesn't know. She can't remember. Her mind is a blank. And why? Why? This girl, this poor unfortunate creature, was a victim, an unwilling victim of hypnosis. Your Honor, the defense rest. All right, now, Tommy, watch. Your Honor. Yes? Your Honor, the hypothesis of hypnotism is a very interesting one. Let me be the first to admit it. But unfortunately, I am Nose Van Gali. Nor are you, ladies and gentlemen of the jury. The people of the state of New York will require the expert testimony of Dr. Kynmus, the psychiatrist. For this purpose, the people will request a continuance to be granted till after the Christmas holiday. We object, Your Honor. The defense has already summed up. The case was practically closed. Objection overruled. But you're right. The defendant will remain in custody, subject to giving a $5,000 bond. And all jurors, parties and witnesses are instructed to return to the court Tuesday, January 3rd. Court adjourned and a very merry Christmas to you all. Just a minute, just a minute, Sergeant. That was a dirty trick you played on me. It means another day in court. And I don't get paid by the state. I have to earn my money. No more sense of humor than a gravestone. Well, merry Christmas, Francis. Why, you... Take it easy, Miss Lear. Let me go. I want to speak to my lawyer. Mr. O'Leary, this guard says I have to have a bond or stay in jail. That's right. Is it right? You ought to know, Mr. District Attorney. I'm afraid it is. Well, how can I get a bond? I haven't any more money and I don't want to spend Christmas in jail. Please don't let them do that. What do you mean you haven't got any more money? What have I been talking for to hear my own voice? If you hadn't talked so much, I'd be out of here right now. What do you mean by that? Hypnotism. That gag's so old it's got whiskers. Oh, please. Please don't let them keep me here over Christmas. Ah, what's the difference? What could you do if you haven't got any money? I could walk around, couldn't I? Come on, Miss. It ain't as bad as you think. You get a nice little room and a nice turkey dinner on Christmas. Yes, yes. I know. Never mind the buildup. Let's go. I hope you have a merry Christmas, Mr. Sergeant. Hey, she's kind of sore at you, Jack. Yeah. Say, Tommy, on your way, I'll send Fat Mike in here, will you? Huh? Fat Mike, the bossman? If you know any other Fat Mike, you can send them too. I get it. You don't, but let it pass. Okay, I'll send them right away. Hey, Mike, you know, at least the Sergeant wants to see you right away. Sure, sure. Coming. Oh, Mr. Sergeant, do you want to see me? Yeah. What'll you charge for 5,000 bail from now until January 3rd? Did they pin something on you, pal? No, it isn't for me. It's for the young woman who's in here today. Oh, I see. How much? For a friend of yours, nothing, not a red Samelka. I didn't ask you for any favors. Favors, it's a privilege. You're still living at the same place? Yeah. Why? How soon you want her out? Right away. Okay, she's out. Thanks. Come on. Hey, Rufus, you got those other grits packed? Rufus! Yeah, I am, boss. What's the matter with you? She's here, boss. Who's here? I don't know. Then how do you know she's here? I just let in the living room. You let who in? The lady. You mean there's a lady here in the apartment? Yes, sir. What'd you let her in for? I told you I wasn't home to anybody. Yes, sir. I told him that. But he shoved it to the old man. He pushed the lady in with his compliments. Who did? A man, a fat Ike. Fat Ike? You mean Fat Mike? Yes, sir. He's showing thin, Mike. What do you bring her here for? I don't know. I guess I'll have to go and speak to her. Yes, you will. Well, hello. Hello. What are you doing here? I don't know yet, but I've got a rough idea. Well, anyway, I'm glad you're out. Mm-hmm. Now, what do I have to do for it? Well, for one thing, you could say thank you, but if that doesn't fit in with your plans, just skip it. My motive's in this matter. Yeah, boss, here's the drinks. What drinks? I didn't tell you. Got some soda, miss? Thanks. Drink, boss? Get out of here. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. I lose. You know, one of these days, one of you boys is going to start one of these things differently. And one of us girls is going to drop dead from surprise. What are you talking about? I suppose you do this with all the lady prisoners? Oh, yes, my life is just one long round of whoopee. What are you in a good spot for? Wonderful. I'm going to shave a finger and I can satisfy my slightest whim. And I suppose if anybody says no, you just put them right back in the cooler. That's right. Now, look, when court reconvenes, I'm going to try to put you in jail for a good long time. That's my business. But you haven't been convicted yet, so I don't see why you shouldn't enjoy Christmas like the rest of us. That's why I told Mike to get you out. And bring me up here. I did not tell him to bring you up here. Then why did that gorilla bring me up here? Because he's got a mind like a sword. Thanks. Now, look, I'm very glad to have been of service to you. You mean I don't have to stay here if I don't want to? You most certainly do not. Oh, then I'll stay. But I won't be forced. Now, wait a minute. You know, there's nothing as dangerous as a square shooter. If all men were like you, there wouldn't be any nice girls left. Yes. Well, all this is leading into a very interesting subject that I haven't time to pursue at the moment. I'm going away on a little trip and it's quite a drive and I haven't had my dinner yet. Oh, you mean you want me to go? Well, yes. Where? Where what? Well, I was on my way to a nice comfortable jail with three meals a day and turkey for Christmas and now I... Don't you live someplace? No. Where have you been living in, in a tree? I had a room in a hotel, but they locked me out. Oh. Well, how much do you owe this hotel? $126.40. Oh. Well, that doesn't solve any problems. Look, why don't you just put me back in the clink? That solves lots of problems. Well, for one thing, I'm not sure I can. Well, that wasn't the idea. Have you had dinner? Not yet. Now, come on, then I'll take you to dinner and we'll figure something out. You really didn't want me to come here at all, then? I'm sorry to say I did not. I see. Well, shall we go? Yes, you have, Paula. Come on out, huh? Yes, I am. Hot dog. But don't forget you got to see your mom. Shut up. Anything else? No thanks. It's been nice up to now. Yeah. You know, I was thinking I, uh... I might lend you my apartment. Oh. That sounds like a play, doesn't it? Sounds like a flop. Don't worry about me. I can always chisel a hotel for a week or so. That's a nice cheesy idea. Well, I'm not going to sleep in the subway. And as far as the holiday's concerned, I guess I'll get plenty of that when you get through with me. Oh, uh, not that I mean it in a disagreeable way you understand. I understand. Your business is your business. Of course, some people wouldn't care for that kind of business, but somebody has to do the dirty work. Thanks. Just too bad it had to be somebody as nice as you. How long have you been swiping things? Always. Have you been caught before? Uh-huh. Did you take things you didn't need? Sure. In the presence of beautiful things, did you feel a sudden irresistible urge to take them in your hands and hurry away with them? Oh, you mean was I hypnotized? No, no. I mean, maybe you're a kleptomaniac. Oh, no, no. They tried that, though. Now, you see, to be a kleptomaniac, you can't sell any of the stuff afterwards, or you lose your amateur standing. I don't understand it. Oh, I don't think you ever could understand, because your mind is different. Right or wrong is the same for everybody, you see, but the rights and the wrongs aren't the same. Ah, that's ridiculous. Is it? All right, try it like this. Suppose you were starving to death. Yeah. And you didn't have any food, and you didn't have any money, and you didn't have any place to get anything. And there were some loaves of bread out in front of a market, and, well, now, remember, you're starving to death, and the man's back was turned. Would you swipe one? You bet I would. That's because you're honest. You see, I'd have a six-course dinner at the table door to cross the street, and then say I'd forgotten my purse. Get the difference? I think you're way smarter. Yeah, that's it. We're smart. Very smart. Well, we're all finished. Waiter, check, please. Right away, sir. Well, Miss Leanna, I've got a couple of extra bucks I don't need. Here's my Christmas dinner, I promise you, and a room and a couple of breakfasts. Oh, thanks. Thanks a lot. Thanks, sir. Oh, here you are. Oh, will you ask the band to play my Indiana home? Oh, yes, sir. I'll ask them. Thank you. Why do you want them to play that? Because that's where I'm going. No. Are you a Hoosier? Yeah, Wabash, Indiana. That is a farm just outside of Wabash. Wabash, India? Oh, no wonder I liked you. I'm from Eltonville. No. Uh-huh. Well, that's only about 50 miles from... Yes, sir. Well, I'll be down. We have to come here and meet like this. It's funny, isn't it? So, you're going back home, huh? Yeah, I go home every Christmas. You do. Oh, gee, that's great. My mother still runs the farm. She does all right, too, she raises. Oh, we never had anything, that's why. We never did either, too, lately. How long since you've been home? Never. Why? I ran away. Well, I don't know what the circumstances were, of course. Not so hot. Well, time takes care of those things. Did they write to you? I had a letter from my mother when my father died. Oh, your mother's alive, isn't it? I hope so. That song, it's awful pretty, isn't it? Kind of. Kind of does things to you. Yeah. So, look, how would you like to go home for Christmas? What? I mean it, I could drop you off at your place and pick you up on my way back. Home? Oh, gee, I don't know. Oh, come on, it'll do you good. What do you say? All right. Unless, aren't you afraid? Afraid of what? How it might look. Rising young district attorney and me. Oh, I didn't think of it. Oh, no. You never think of anything wrong, do you? That's what makes you such a swell guy. The curtain falls on the first act of Remember the Night with Barbara Stanmick, Fred McMurray, Elizabeth Patterson, Bula Bondi, and Sterling Holloway. Over on Rockwell Street in a little white bungalow, the first guest has just arrived a bit early for one of those bridge get-togethers the ladies have from time to time. We're going to let you hear what this guest says and what she thinks, too. Well, hello, Ellie. How nice you look. Where did she find that dress, I wonder? Well, I look, Ellie. I'm a little early. Came right straight from the office. I worked late and I didn't really have time to go home and change. Josh, do I feel grinding? I can only take a quick bath. Look how lovely the living room looks. Those flowers are just the right color. I wonder if you think me nervy if I ask to take a bath. Tired? Well, not exactly, Ellie. I'm just sort of... Well, messy, you know? A bath? A lovely of you. I hadn't thought of it, but it would make me feel better. Oh, thanks. That's awfully kind. What a pretty negligee. Well, I feel good in this. Everything she has is perfect. Yes, thanks so much, Ellie. Don't wait. I have everything I need. He's got luxe toilet soap. I ought to have known she would. He's got such a taste. Everything is perfect. Josh, does this feel good? 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It'll leave them delightfully fragrant. Now, our producer, Mr. DeMille. Act two of Remember the Night, starring Barbara Stanric as Lee and Fred McMurray as John Sargent. With Bula Bundy as his mother, Elizabeth Patterson as Aunt Emma and Sterling Holloway as Willie. Westward, along the snow-banked highways from New York, more than 20 hours of steady driving have brought Lee Leander and Jack Sargent to Eltonville, Indiana and the front gate of Lee's former home. A bright moon softens the outline of the ramshackle house that stands cold and dark on the outskirts of the town. From within the house comes the warning wail of a dog as Jack swings the car up to the sagging front porch. This is it, huh? Yes. Well, all out then, end of the line. Oh, please, let's wait till... Well, my mother might not even live here anymore. Hey, don't be so nervous. Will you go in with me? Sure, I'll go in with you. Come on, I've got your bag. See that tree? Yeah. I fell out of it when I was 12. Oh, it's a terrible time, boy. See from that branch right up there. I landed on my head, too. That's a better gag than hypnotism. Your lawyer should have used that. As a matter of fact, you should have had me for your lawyer. Come on now, smile. Here we are. Oh, gee, I didn't mean to knock so loud. Why, that sounds like Mickey barking. Oh, it couldn't be. He'd be too... Here's somebody coming. Yeah. Now, look, I'll pick you up on New Year's Day in the afternoon. Don't forget. No. Gee, you've been sweet. Will you shut up? Yes? Oh, I'm terribly sorry. Doesn't Mrs. Malone live here? Oh, I guess you want my wife. Oh, I didn't know. Who is it, Henry? Somebody want me? Mama. Merry Christmas, Mama. Well, you... you know me, don't you? Come in. This is Mr.... Sergeant, how do you do? Sit down. You're looking fine, Mama. What did you come here for? What do you want? Oh, I don't want anything, Mama. It was just Christmas and Mr. Sergeant happened to be driving... You see, I live in Warbass. It's just about 50 miles from here. I knew you'd be glad if I... Glad? Why should I be glad? Good riddance to bad rubbish. I said the day she left. Oh, Mama, please, Mr. Sergeant... Just like her father she is. Always laughing at serious things she was. Never doing what she's told till she winds up stealing. Stealing my mission money. Money I'd put by with a sweater. My brow, that's what. I didn't steal it. I told you a thousand times I only borrowed it. I was going to pay you back. But you didn't pay me back, did you? And you never paid me back. Well, how could I after you called me a thief in front of the whole town? Nobody would give me a job. And you left here, the great lady. We weren't good enough for you. A decent home, a hard-working mother, and a crook for a dull mama. Look, Lee, I don't want to tear you away, but we still have 50 miles to go. Oh. Are you ready? Oh, yes. It's been very interesting to meet you, Mrs.... Her name doesn't concern you. Yet most certainly does not. Come on, kid. I've forgotten how much that woman hates me and how much I hate her. That's a terrible thing to say, isn't it? No. But ever since I was little she was always so right and I was always so wrong. Thanks for getting me out. I'll stay anywhere. Any old place I'll do if I'm far enough away from her. Hey, take it easy. I wish I'd broken my neck when I fell out of that tree. It's a little too late to think about that now, isn't it? You won't make me stay in Nelsonville. You'll find me a room somewhere else. Sure I will. Any old dump will do. That's just what you're going to get. It's only got one window and the mattress is stuffed with rocks. It's got a painting of the cross-eyed of this old man you ever saw in your life. How do you know? How do I know what? Oh, that my grandfather was cross-eyed? You mean you're... you're taking me home with you? Why not? Oh. Well, forget it. Now what? Oh. I thought it was good to see you. Oh, I just can't believe you're here at last. Well, thanks so much. Hey, there we go. How about a kiss, huh? Oh, I declare I'm glad you're here. If only to stop your mother from taking leave of her senses. Oh, boy, I'll say, hello, John. Welcome home. Hello, Willie. The girls still chasing you? Oh, John. What made you so late, dear? We thought you'd be here by six at least. Hey, who's that in the front seat? Oh, I'm sorry. Mother, this is Miss Lillianna. She's come to spend Christmas with us. How do you do? Oh, how nice. Well, I'm so glad to know you, my dear. And this is my Aunt Emmy. Knows more about flannel cakes than the guy who invented them. Hello. I'm right. Pleased to meet you, Miss Lillianna. This is Willie Sims, our hired boy. Crazy about the girls and the girls. Crazy about him. I'm Willie Sims. Pleased to meet you. Hello. I hope I won't be too much trouble, Mrs. Sergeant. Trouble, why? Bless your child. It's a joy to have you here. It's all not all fair. But John, Sergeant, why didn't you send me a telegram? Well, you see, Mother, this was rather unexpected, isn't it? Well, never mind all that. Now, come along, child. You must be near freezing to death. And here we are, cackling like a couple of Emmy. What? Did you leave those cookies in the oven? Oh, jeep is creepy. Come along now, everyone. This way, Miss Lillianna. Thanks. Oh, boy, John. What? Ain't she a peacherino? Oh. Oh, all I can say is hot dog. Come on, grab a grip, Lillianna. I want to throw up in the hurry. Go on, Jack. Now, don't stop. Play that other piece you used to do so good. I can't remember it anymore, buddy. Oh, well, try, dear. Don't you think he plays nice, Miss Lillianna? You don't have to answer that, Lillianna. I had $14 worth of piano lessons once, and they've never forgotten it. Willie, hand me that popcorn. We've got to have it all strung for the tree tomorrow. Yes, and here you are. Well, here you are. You can help me. You haven't done a thing all night. Oh, gee, didn't I help Miss Lillianna with all them dinner dishes? You should have done them yourself, Willie. Miss Lillianna's a guest. Oh, I like doing the Mrs. Sergeant. I've lived in hotels and places so long I haven't been around the house as much as I'd like. Your folk's dead. Willie. Ma'am. Oh, I don't mind. My father's dead. My mother's remarried. Well, that's too bad, my dear. I always say it's so hard on the children. It just isn't the same with a new parent. Go on, go on, Jack. Now, just one more piece. No, that's all that's left of you, Anneming. Oh, please, dear. I'll play you a piece if you want. Oh, that'd be fine. Oh, gee, can you play? Well, I used to play in a dime store. What would you all like? It doesn't make any difference. I can sing the end of a perfect day. Now, Willie. Well, I can. So can everybody else, Willie. The end of a perfect day. I think I remember it. Oh, boy. Give us a downbeat, please, Miss Leander. When you come to the end of and you sit alone. Gracious, the evening's gone fast. The rest went up long ago. Wait, Mother. There's one thing you must be curious about. What, dear? Miss Leander. Yes? I don't know whether to tell you this or not, but I don't like to bring somebody under your roof without you knowing exactly who she is. Oh, John. I think I can guess. What? Oh, no, no, not at all, Mother. She isn't even a friend of mine. Well, she certainly should be. I think she's charming. She is charming, Mother, but... She reminds me of your father's cousin, Winifred, who died when her second was born. The lovely, sweet thing. I was just saying to Amy... Wait a minute, Mother. Unfortunately, the girl's a crook. I'm going to put her in jail when we get back to New York. Why? But in the meanwhile, she had no place to go for Christmas, so I... Oh, the poor woman. Oh, the poor lamb. You'll do no such thing, John Sergeant, while that girl's as honest as all outdoors. I can tell by just looking at her face. Well, if she did take some little thing, I'm sure it was entirely by mistake. She's probably a... a hypochondriac. Hypochondriac? Well, she might be at that. She hasn't really taken things, has she, dear? You're just making a bad joke. Now, aren't you? No, Mother. I'm afraid this isn't even her first offense. But that doesn't mean she wasn't unhappy and lonely and a human being like the rest of us. Well, the poor thing probably didn't get enough love as a child. Do you remember how bad you were? Well, not really bad, but... Do you remember the time you took my egg money I was going to buy a new dress with? And then how hard you worked to pay it back when you understood? You made me understand. Oh, it was love, dear, that made you understand. Well, I do hope she enjoys her stay here. We must do everything to make her happy and comfortable and to feel like one of the family. Do you think we ought to lock up the silver? Well, good night, son. Good night, Mother. Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas. Well, this is... I've never seen so many presents in all my days. There's another one for you, Mother. For me, oh, John. Another bottle of perfume ecstasy. Well, I haven't even started on that bottle of ecstasy you gave me last year. Here's a present for you. I don't know yet. I'm getting her open. Well, Jack. What? What's this supposed to be? A nightgown, Emmie. Oh, Jack, Sergeant, you ought to be ashamed of yourself. Gee, you can see right through it. Really? Lovely. Gee, we've got all our stuff opened, and, well, I'm sorry about the present situation. We don't know them soon enough. Why, John, there are some presents from Miss Leander over there on the sofa. Oh. Why? Of course, Jack, you must have forgotten. I guess you can always trust Santa Claus. Three packages leave here. Merry Christmas to you. Oh, no. Oh, you shouldn't have gone to all that trouble. Open them up now, dear. Oh, what a lovely pincushion. It's so pretty. Oh, it's nothing at all. Just scraps and things I've been collecting for years. Here's the next one. Very merry Christmas to Miss Leander from Jack's Aunt Emmie. Stockings. Oh, thank you so much. Bed socks. Oh. Not so fancy but wonderful on a cold night for a spinster lady. Oh, I'm totally sweet of you all. Here's another, Miss Leander. Oh, no, not really. Yeah. Who's that from, Willie? From you, you big dunce. Don't you remember anything? Oh, but I didn't. Great. Yes, thanks, dear. Oh, perfume. Oh, thank you. Oh, it's nothing. Just a bottle of perfume. And ecstasy, too. Yeah, that's right. Oh, you're all much too kind. I don't think I've ever met anyone so thoughtful. Oh, nonsense. Miss Child, we're so happy to have you. And so anxious for you to enjoy your stay. Of course, there isn't much to do here. Except tonight, we're bobbing for apples. And tomorrow, the young folks have a treasure hunt. And Thursdays, the charity bizarre. Then we rest up for a day. And the next day is New Year's. That's the big event. And this year, we're having a real old fondant like the Hicks were supposed to be. That's all there is. Farmers' wives don't die of boredom anymore. They die of heart failure. This is the best barn dance we've ever had. Yes. Oh, they dance beautifully together, don't they? It reminds me quite who. Jack and Miss Leander. Like they were made for each other. If you're hinting that John's in love with her, well, well, he isn't, Emmie. Better sixes, better sixes. She's in love with him, too. I tell you they're not. You don't know anything about these things, Emmie. Lucy Sergeant, you're referring to the fact that I never married. I'd like to point out that you don't have to be a horse to judge a horse show. They ever I saw two people in love. They are not. They can't be. They just can't. Almost over, isn't it? Yeah, just about. We'll be pulling out for New York in the morning. And the third will be one day nearer. The third? Oh, you mean that third? When my case comes up again. I haven't thought of it. I have. But you've all been so sweet, no matter what happens after we get back. It won't matter so much. I'll have some wonderful memories. So will I. Happy New Year, Jack. You know, it's an old-fashioned custom, but people always kiss each other. Well, at this time. I know her. Well, what am I waiting for? I don't know. Why are you? Early, children. You better get your sleep. What time is breakfast, Emmie? Time for you to leave early. What'll it be? Flannel cakes or fried mush? Well, how about it, Lee? Oh, I think we'll ride better on the mush. Fried mush, then. Good night, children. Good night, Emmie. You sleepy? Not very. How about a good night's cigarette? Well, I'd love it. I'll meet you downstairs. That's well. I'll be waiting for you. A minute, Jack. I was just... Oh, Mrs. Sargent. I'm sorry to disturb you, dear, but you'll be in such a rush in the morning. Oh, no, you're not disturbing me. Come in. First of all, I want you to know how glad we've been to have you here and how much I hope you've enjoyed your stay. You'll never know how much. And then, well, I want you to know how sorry I am that you're in trouble and how much I hope it'll come out all right. I... I didn't know you knew about that. Oh, you poor child. You can be sure I never would have mentioned it now only... Well, has Jack ever told you anything about his childhood? No, why? We were very poor after my husband died. In fact, we had nothing. Jack had to do chores before school and after school, and then after chores he studied in the evening so he could go to college. Then he had to work his way through college and through law school. Oh, I don't mean there's anything unusual about it, but I'm only trying to tell you that he worked very hard to get where he is. Very, very hard. And, well, he's my son and I wouldn't want anything or anyone to spoil it for him now. I see. But I don't see why anything should spoil it for him, do you? He's in love with you. Oh, no, he isn't in love with me. He's never had any more interest in me than, well, some panhandle he'd buy a meal for. Are you sure? Of course I'm sure. He kissed you tonight. Well, I'm not exactly ugly. Oh, he might have had a little fever for me, but it isn't going any further and it hasn't been any place either. I see. He's no fool. And even if he was, I wouldn't hurt him or you. Aunt Emma, you're... even Willie. Thank you, dear. And good night. But you do love him, don't you? I'm afraid so. I knew you did. Yes? How about that good night's cigarette? No. No thanks. I'm too sleepy. Oh, OK. See you in the morning. Good night. Good night. I'll see you in the morning. The curtain falls on the second act of Remember the Night with Barbara Stanwyck, Fred McMurray, Elizabeth Patterson, Bula Bondi and Sterling Holloway. Before our stars return in act three, let's hear from our studio reporter, Libby Collins. Well, Mr. Royke, I'm much impressed with the young Warner Brothers star who's attracting a great deal of attention right now, Jane Wyman. Oh, yes, Jane Wyman. Say, she did Warner Brothers Proud in Brother Rat and the Baby. And let's see... And in Angel from Texas, a new picture which will be out in a few weeks. Young Jane Wyman distinguished herself so in those two parts, Mr. Royke, that all the wise money in Hollywood is betting that she'll be one of the biggest stars in pictures in a year or two. What's Jane like personally, Libby? She's one of the all-round nicest girls I've ever met and a regular dynamo of energy. In fact, her nickname at the studio is dynamite. That's interesting. She's just been married to Ronald Regan, who has a romantic interest in several pictures. Yes, I remember that. Incidentally, Jane is another of that army of models who've made good in pictures. She makes good use of that experience now by designing her own clothes. Do you know what a Hollywood makeup man told me about Jane Wyman? No, what was it, Libby? That she's one of the most naturally beautiful girls in Hollywood. And so I thought what she has to say about complexion beauty ought to be especially interesting. Well, I think you're right about that, Libby. What does she say? She says she thinks the most important single thing a girl can do for her complexion is to use luck soap every night at bedtime for an active lather facial. Jane says she herself never misses out on this, no matter how tired she is. It only takes about three minutes, and she sleeps better because her conscience is clear. She knows she's done right by her skin. Thank you, Libby. It's evident that Jane Wyman is a clever little girl. She's not going to risk spoiling her complexion, the good looks that mean so much to her success, through carelessness. Now, what about your complexion? Is it as lovely as it ought to be? You'll find luck's toilet soap a wonderful beauty aid. You'll find, if you use it regularly, this soap with active lather really works. Now, perhaps without realizing it, you've been careless about removing stale cosmetics, dust, and dirt. And so, your skin is, well, not what it might be. Why don't you make sure of thorough cleansing? Why don't you begin tonight to give your skin the gentle beauty care that luck's toilet soaps active lather gives? Take your first active lather facial tonight, and then keep it up for 30 days. See what it can do for you. We pause now for a station identification. This is the Columbia Broadcasting System. Curtain rises on the third act of Remember the Night. It's early the following morning, in the half light just before dawn, Jack and Lee are ready to leave for New York as they come down the steps of the old house. Mrs. Sargent takes Lee aside. Goodbye, dear. Goodbye, Mrs. Sargent. Remember, there's always a room upstairs for you, and we'll be only too glad to have you. That is if everything turns out OK. I mean, of course it will. I know it will. And don't drive too fast, Jack Sargent. If you get tired, just drive into a field someplace and go to sleep. Oh, thanks. Anyway, we're going up through Canada. I've never seen the place. Canada? What are you talking about? Oh, just a different way of getting there. Well, whatever you do, John, take good care of yourself. Goodbye, Jack. Goodbye, Debbie. So long, Willie. Goodbye. Goodbye, dear. Let me hear from you often. I will, Mother. Goodbye. Goodbye, Miss Lee Ann. Goodbye, Willie. Goodbye, all. And don't you forget to chop some wood. Christmas is over. Oh, ain't it the truth? Ain't it the truth? What's the idea of stopping? Lee, you know where we are? Of course. We're in Canada. We should be. We crossed the border three hours ago. No, you don't get it. Look, this is Canada. Over there's the United States. Stay here, Lee. Oh, stop talking nonsense. It isn't nonsense. I'm not a policeman. I can't make you go. Is your conscience knowing that, too? What do you think it was when I got bail for you? Oh, that. That seems like 80 years ago. I didn't even know you were against me. Oh, I did know you were supposed to be trying to put me in jail or something, but... Oh, you were so gentle about it. Yeah. That's part of the technique. If you don't treat a woman with kid gloves, every man in the jury wants to punch you in the nose. And you have to handle the jury with kid gloves, too. You'll get it right in the verdict. It was very hard to put a woman in jail no matter what she's done. I'm supposed to be kind of a specialist at it. No, you're not. Sure I am. You're just trying to make me hate you so you won't feel so bad when you give me the business, aren't you? Look, are you going to stay in Canada? Now, find district attorney you are telling me to jump bail. You know I love you, don't you? Don't say that. And you love me. No. I suppose that's why you've looked at me the way you have. Kiss me the way you did. And why your hand has always found mine and mine has always found yours whenever they were anywhere near each other. Oh, Jack, don't be a fool. Look, I... I'm only human. But you've got to remember how hard you work to get where you are. You've got to think of the hours and the days and the years you spent getting through college. Now, I see. Mother's been talking to me. Oh, why shouldn't she? She got everything to be proud of. And you've got to be proud and think about it, too, instead of telling people to jump bail and tell... Please. I love you, Lee. Oh, Jack. I love you. It'll be awfully hard to lose you. You know what I wish? Heart. I wish the case was over and you'd been acquitted. Oh. Then you shouldn't have had a postpone. If I hadn't, I'd never have met you. That's true. So the case is dismissed and you've been acquitted. Knock wood. And I pull out a marriage license. Oh, gee. And we march right into the judge's chambers and have him marry us. You know, you're talking like a madman, don't you? Yeah, I guess so. Come on, let's go. Jack, the courtroom's less than a block away. Or don't you care if the jury and the rest of them see you with me? Oh, so I'm not good enough to be seen with you, huh? You don't love me anymore. I never loved you. Were you just toying with me? Oh, shut up. You'll have to develop more courtesy and respect for your future husband or I shall fall back in strong measures. A woman, a dog, and a hickory tree, the better you beat him, the better they'll be. Oh, quit it, will you? All right. What? I can't argue with you. Imagine being married to a man who argues for a living. But you know all this isn't right. Can't you see the papers? District Attorney Mary's girl crook. I'd only hurt you, Jack. But you won't be a crook. You'll be acquitted. How do you know? Well, I don't know, but I think you've got a good chance. You wouldn't do anything to make them acquit me, would you? What could I do? I don't know, but you could throw the case at you. Listen, you're being tried by a judge and a jury. It's up to them. They know the facts. They speak for themselves. There's nothing I can do about it, not a thing. I hope there isn't. It would be a fine thing, wouldn't it? Now, don't worry. Everything's going to come out all right. So long, darling. I'll see you in court. You may proceed, Mr. Sergeant. Thank you, Your Honor. Now, all of this jury will let me. They've been mumbling to themselves all morning. I'll take care of the jury, Mr. Sergeant. Thank you. Now, Miss Leander, I believe you have testified that you were hypnotized at the time you left the jewelry store and walked up Fifth Avenue. Didn't you? I... Did you or didn't you? Answer the question, Miss Leander. Well, my lawyer said so. Oh, your lawyer said so? Now, we don't understand, then, that you and your lawyer do not agree as to exactly what happened? Don't answer that question. Object, if Your Honor, please. The question is entirely improper, and I ask you to be stricken from the record. Sustained. The jury will disregard the question. I was only trying... Your Honor, those jurors are at it again. If they listen to the testimony, instead of whispering among themselves, I... Proceed with the case, please. You can't hear yourself think. Well, Miss Leander, were you hypnotized or weren't you? I... I suppose... We don't want your suppositions. We want to know whether or not you were hypnotized. Yes. Guess what? I guess I was hypnotized. You guess you were hypnotized? First, you suppose you were hypnotized. Now, you guess you were. Kindly remember you're under oath. You know the penalty for perjury? If Your Honor, please, I am checked. Sustained. Tell me, Miss Leander, just how many times have you been hypnotized by beautiful jewelry? I guess quite a lot of times. Did you hear by any chance Dr. Keimler's opinion concerning hypnotism? Well? I'm trying to think. I... Will the witness please answer my question? And will the jurors please stop mumbling? Jack, you... All right, it's all right. Just take all the time you want, Miss Leander. Well, Miss Leander? Well, Miss Leander, what is it? What is it? Check to the tactics being pursued by the district attorney. He's harrying the defense. No, no, wait. Wait, I want to plead guilty. Your Honor, I don't believe this young woman as well. I request a five-minute recess. I want to plead guilty. If Your Honor, it must be... Please, it must be perfectly apparent. Your Honor, a few minutes' recess, please. She's obviously not responsible for what she's saying. I asked Your Honor in a seat in this matter. Why do you wish to plead guilty? Because I am guilty. You see, when you work hard for something and promises are made, you just can't toss it away, no matter what. Your Honor, it must be perfectly clear now that this is not normal behavior. Perfectly clear, of course. The state has no desire to take advantage of a temporary operation. There isn't anything temporary about this. Your Honor, you can say that I'm in my right mind. I plead guilty. You leave me no other alternative. The court at this time will fix next Friday, January 6th, at 10 a.m. as day for passing sentence. The prisoner is remanded to the city jail. The jury is dismissed. Mr. Sargent, to see you, Miss Leander. All right. This way, Mr. Sargent. Do you realize what you've done? Yes. Do you realize it can't be undone? Yes. You understand. There's no appeal. Nothing but jail. How long will I get? How do I know? Maybe not very long, but if you'd kept your trap shut, you wouldn't be in here at all. There wasn't anything else to do. You're so strong and you argue so well, and I love you so much. You certainly proved that. I'd always do what you wanted, even if it wasn't good for you. I'd never have a chance against you, and you'd never have a chance with me. Like, well, like just now when you were trying to lose the case. Aren't you ashamed? Oh, stop it. Oh, I know what you were trying to do. Save little Jackie's career from the bad, bad woman. Don't you think I'm the best judge of what's good for me and what I want most in this world? No. And while you were making your big gesture, did you stop to think how much you'd be hurting me? Do you think I'll stop loving you just because they lock you up with a bunch of hoodlums and hop heads for the next few years? I'm not much better. Well, you were good enough for me. Will you... will you come and see me sometime? Come and see? I'm going to send for the judge and marry you right this minute. Oh. Oh, no. Thanks, but... if you still wanted me afterwards, you'd be a sucker if you did, but if you did, it wouldn't be the same. I'd be all square and... and you would have had plenty of time to think things over. I don't have to think. I'll be waiting for you, Lee. No matter how long it is, I'll be waiting. Jack, will you stand beside me and hold my hand when I'm sentenced? You know I will. Then I won't be afraid. Kind of like a marriage at that moment. And the... the other part won't be so bad. Or so long, with your voice always in my ear. Your smile always before my eyes. And the... the feel of your hand always in mine. Oh, Lee. I love you so. I love you so. Lee Leander and John Sargent will meet again in the not too distant future. Right now, we meet Barbara Stanryk and Fred McMurray again as they take a curtain call. Uh, C.B., I... I think Fred ought to run for district attorney. A jury would be putty in his hands. Oh, not me, Barbara. I'd be scared to death making speeches in front of a lot of people. Oh, you'd get over that, Fred. There's a trick to it. You pick out one person in the audience and talk to him. Forget about the crowd. Oh, that doesn't work, C.B. I've tried. I've tried it. You know, I used to play the saxophone in an orchestra. Well, that's nothing to be ashamed of, Fred. You never heard me play the saxophone. Well, uh, what I was going to tell you was that whenever one of us did a solo, we had to stand up. But I couldn't do it because I was also scared my teeth chattered. You ever played a saxophone with your teeth chattering, C.B.? Fred, I... I'm ashamed to say I've never played a saxophone. With or without my teeth chattering. Well, somebody told me about that trick when I was a person and forgetting about the crowd. So one night when my saxophone solo came along, I picked out a girl that was dancing just in front of the orchestra and I played the saxophone right to her. Did it work? No, she stuck her tongue out at me. Yes, she must have been a music lover. Well, seriously, Fred, I enjoyed doing Remember the Night with you both for the screen and here in the Lux Radio Theatre this week. And now I want to say just a word about Luxo. I think it's a grand complexion, C.B. I wouldn't be surprised if I said something like that before, C.B., but it's still true because I still use Luxo just as I have for years. I'll never get tired of hearing you say that, Barbara. What's the play for next week, C.B.? Next Monday night, our play is the great motion picture hit, Love Affair. And our stars will be Irene Dunn and William Powell. Love Affair, produced by Leo McCary for RKO, is one of the finest love stories the screen has given us in many years. A drama that begins on shipboard and ends... Well, I'll leave that for next Monday night. When we'll have William Powell and Irene Dunn as the lovers in our production of Love Affair. I'll take two seats on the living room aisle for that one, C.B. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. The jury finds you both guilty of a great performance. Our sponsors, the makers of Lux Toilet Soap, join me in inviting you to be with us again next Monday night when the Lux Radio Theatre presents Irene Dunn and William Powell in Love Affair. This is Cecil B. DeMille saying good night to you from Hollywood. Herd in tonight's play were Lou Merrill as O'Berry, Jack Carr as Rufus, John Fee as Judge, Edward Marr as Tom, Wally Mayer as District Attorney, Celeste Rush as Mother, Arthur Q. Bryan as Mike, Walter White as Clerk, Sidney Newman as Cassidy, Anne Lee as Secretary, and Warren Rock as a Policeman. Our music was directed by Louis Silvers, and your announcer has been Melville Ruick. This is the Columbia Broadcasting System.