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Oh, yes, the political angle. Yes, I know. Now then, you do have other children, do you not? Ronnie is the youngest. My other son, Richard, has been attending Oxford. Catherine, my daughter, is the oldest. Catherine Winslow. Oh, why yes, she works quite actively for the Women's Suffrage Association. No, she does indeed. And she has also been a tower of strength in my efforts to bring this dastardly case to trial. Yes, yes, I see. Now, what I'd really like to do is get a nice photograph of you and your little boy together. I have my camera, but where is our little hero? He's arriving from school. His mother's at the station to meet him. From school? You've got another school to take him? I mean, they didn't mind all the unpleasantness. Why is he coming back this time? Well, hasn't been expelled again, if that's what you mean. He's coming home to be interviewed by Sir Robert Morton. We hope he'll agree to take the case. Sir Robert Morton? A little case like this. My dear madam, if you ever read newspapers, including the one that you represent, you'd be aware by now that this is not a little case. No, no, of course not, but still, Sir Robert Morton. I understand he's the best lawyer in England. He's certainly the most expensive. Well now, if you won't mind giving me a few of the details. When did it all start? Nine long months ago. First I knew of the charge was when my son arrived home with a letter informing me of his expulsion for stealing a five-chilling postal order. I telephoned Osborne at once and was referred to the Lords of the Admiralty. My lawyer, Mr Desmond Curry, requested the fullest possible inquiry. For weeks we were ignored and then met with a blank refusal and only finally granted reluctant permission to review the evidence. Really? We decided that the so-called evidence fully justified a reopening of the proceedings. We applied to the Admiralty for a court-martial. They ignored us. We applied for a civil trial. Again, we were ignored. After tremendous pressure had been brought to bear, let us to the newspapers, questions in the House of Commons and rather means opened to private citizens of this country, the Admiralty agreed to what they called an independent inquiry. Oh, good. It was not good, Madam. That independent inquiry conducted by the judge advocated the fleet. My son, a child of thirteen, was not represented by Council solicitors or friends. Now what do you think of that? And what happened? Inevitably he was found guilty again. Branded for the second time as a thief and a forger. What a shame. I have fought this monstrous injustice with every weapon and every means at my disposal. I shall continue to fight. Oh, what charming window-curtains. I beg your pardon? Your window-curtains. They're perfectly delicious. What are they made of? Madam, I feel I have no idea. Father, Father, where are you? Ah, do I have a poor little chap himself? Hello, Father. Hello, Rory. Oh, Rory. Actually, Father, Mr. Moore says I'm telling you I needn't come back till Monday. Three whole days. Yeah, mind my leg. Oh, sorry, Father. Authoritis again. So the doctor repeatedly tells me at one guinea per visit. Oh, how are you? Absolutely top-hole, Father. Ah, now that's exactly the way I'd like to take my picture. Would you hold it, Mr. Winslow, please, and, uh, Sonny? Oh, she. Now a bit of a smile, Mr. Winslow. A sad smile, if you don't mind. There we are. Oh. Oh, uh, Grace, dear, this is, uh, Miss Barnes from the Daily News. Uh, she's extremely pleased with your window-curtains. Oh, how nice. I would so much like to know what they're made of. Well, it's an entirely new material, you know. I'm afraid I don't know what it's for. Father, are we going to be in the Daily News? Huh, it appears so. Oh, good. They get the Daily News from the school library. And everyone's bound to see it. Well, goodbye, Mr. Winslow. Goodbye, little chap. Goodbye, ma'am. And remember, the darkest hour is just before the dawn. Well, it was very good of you to tell me all that, Mrs. Winslow. I'm sure our readers will be most interested. Father, do you know that the train had 14 coaches? Did it indeed? I walked all the way down from one end to the other. Remarkable. And our run-up says like a good boy and get washed. So Robert will be here in a few minutes. Kate, Kate, I'm back. Hello, darling. My, how you've grown. Well, you can come in, Kate. Miss Barnes is gone. Thank heavens. Oh, sir. Well, I thought she was charming. Well, dear, I must say that old dress has come out very well. John will never know it isn't brand new. John is late. Cut him? Grace, go on up and attend a run, will you, dear? Oh, wonder, and prepare that witch's brew the doctor left for me. I'll come up when you're ready. Oh, but you look lovely, Kate. Lovely, lovely. Oh, Kate. Are we both mad, you and I? Oh, what's the matter, dear? I don't know. I feel suddenly suicidally inclined. A father's fight for his little boy's honour. Special appeal to all women. Photo insert of Mrs. Winslow's curtains. So we just drop the whole thing. Why don't consider that a serious question? You realize that if we go on your marriage settlement, the money I've been saving for you here must go. Oh, I gave that up for last week's ago. Things, uh, things are all right between you and John, aren't they? Oh, but of course, darling. I mean, it, uh, wouldn't make any difference between you two, will it? Oh, good heavens know. Ah, very well then. Let's pin our faith on Sir Robert Morton. You know what I think of Sir Robert Morton, Father. Kate, I want the best. The best in this case certainly isn't Morton. Why does everyone say he is? Because if one happens to be a large monopoly attacking a trade union or a touring newspaper libeling a labour leader, then he is the best. But it utterly defeats me how you or anyone else could expect a man of his record to have even a tenth of his heart in the case where the shoe is entirely on the other foot. Oh, I imagine if his heart isn't in it, he won't accept. Oh, he might. It depends what there is in it for him. Luckily, there isn't much. There's a fairly substantial check. Oh, he doesn't need money. Well, what does he want then? Anything that advances his interest. You're prejudiced because he spoke against women's suffrage. Is that it? Yes. And because he's always speaking about against what is right and just. Arthur, Arthur, dear. Coming, coming. You're my only ally, Kate. Without you, I should have given up long ago. Oh, Fabulous. But I do have an instinct about Morton. Yes, Father. Oh, we'll see which is right. My instinct or your reason, huh? I'm afraid we will. Hello, Kate. What's the matter, Dickie? Haven't you heard? Hmm. Father says I'm through at Oxford at the end of the year. Oh, Dickie. I'm awfully sorry. Did you know it was in the wind? Well, I knew there was a risk. There are many things Father can't afford anymore. I could just about murder that little Ronnie. What do you have to go about pinching postal orders for? And what's worse? Why does he have to get himself nabbed doing it? That's enough, Dickie. Silly little blighter. A fine-shilling postal order in my college career has ended. Oh, well. Law work out, I suppose. The old man says they'll fund me a job in the bank. It's all right, Violet. I'll answer it. John? It better be. I'm so sorry. I was expecting a friend. Good evening. My name is Morton. My name is Winslow. Won't you come in? My father will be down in a moment. Thank you. I have a dinner engagement. My time is rather limited. Oh, I see. Is there anything I can get for you? No, thank you. Will you smoke? No, thank you. I hope you don't mind if I do. Why should I? Well, some people find it shocking. A lady in her own home is surely entitled to behave as she wishes. You're looking at your watch. May I ask what time you're dining? Eight o'clock. Far from here? Depend your house. Oh. Then, of course, you mustn't on any account be late. No. I suppose you know the history of this case, Sir Robert. I've seen most of the relevant documents. Do you think we can bring the case into court on a collusive action? I really have no idea. Desmond Curry seems to think that might hold. Does he? Desmond Curry is a very reliable man. I'm rather surprised that a case of this sort should interest you at all. Are you? It seems such a very trivial affair compared to most of your great triumphs. I was in court during your cross-examination of Len Rogers and the trade union embezzlement case. Really? It was masterly. Thank you. I suppose you heard that he committed suicide a few months ago. Yes, I had heard. Many people believed him innocent, you know. As it happens, however, he was guilty. Oh, Sir Robert, I'm Arthur Winslow. How do you do? He's dining at Devonshire House, Father. He's rather pressed for time. My son will be down directly. I expect you'll want to question him. I fear I'll have time for only a few questions. Rather sorry to hear that. I was hoping to know definitely if you'd accept this case or not. Perhaps Sir Robert will consent to finish his examination some other time. It might be arranged some time next week. Desmond Curry has been telling me that you think it might be possible to proceed by petition of right. Well, granting the assumption that the Admiralty, like the Crown, can do no wrong. But I thought that was exactly the assumption we refused to grant three months ago. Subject can sue the Crown by petition of right, Miss Winslow. Read rest being granted as a matter of grace. Does the customs the Attorney General, on behalf of the Crown, to endorse the petition and allow the case to come to trial? There's interesting to note that the exact words used on such occasions are let right be done. Let right be done. Here's. Father. Oh, this is my son. Ronnie, this is Sir Robert Morton. How do you do, sir? I'm going to ask you a few questions. You must answer them truthfully. As you always have. I expect you'd like us to leave. No, provided that you don't interrupt. Miss Winslow, will you please sit down? What? Oh. Now tell me, Master Winslow, exactly what happened? Well, it was last year, sir, the 7th of July. Just before lunch, I went to see the Chief Petty Officer. And asked him to let me have 15 and 6 out of what I had in the college bank. Why? I wanted to buy an air pistol. And how much money did you have in the college bank? Two pounds to be shilling. Oh, sir, you see, sir, what possible incentive could there be to steal five shilling? I must ask you not to interrupt. After you'd withdrawn the 15 and 6, what did you do? I had lunch. Then what? I went to the locker room to put the 15 and 6 in my locker. Then? I went to get permission to go down to the post office. Then I went back to the locker room, got out my money, and went down to the post office. Well? I bought my postal order. For 15 and 6? Yes. Then I went back to college. Then I met Charlie Elliott, and he said, I say, isn't it rot? Someone's broken into my locker and pinched a postal order. I've reported it to the PL. Those were Charlie Elliott's exact words. He might have used another word for rot. Continual. Well then, just before class, I was told to see the commander. The woman from the post office was there, and the commander said, is this the boy? And she said, it might be her. I can't be sure. They all look so much alike. You see, she couldn't identify. Mr. Winslow, please. Go on. Then she said, I only know that the boy who bought a postal order for 15 and 6 was the same boy that cashed one for five shillings. So the commander said, did you buy a postal order for 15 and 6? And I said, yes. Then they made me write Charlie's name on an envelope and compared it to the signature on the postal order. Then they sent me to the sanatorium, and 10 days later I was sacked. I mean, expelled. I see. Well, when the commander asked you to write Elliott's name on an envelope, what did you write? I wrote... Charles K. Elliott. Why? Because that was the way that Charlie usually signed his name. How did you know? Well, he was a friend of mine. That's no answer. How did you know? I'd seen him sign things. What things? Ordinary things. What things? Bits of paper. Bits of paper? Why did he sign his name on bits of paper? I don't know. You do know. Why did he sign his name on bits of paper? He was practicing his signature. And you saw him? Yes. Did he know you saw him? Well... Oh, yes. In other words, he showed you exactly how he wrote his signature. Yes, I suppose he did. Did you practice writing it yourself? I might have. Just tell me if you did or if you did not. Yes. Ronnie, you never told me that. It was only for a joke, Father. Joke or not, the fact is you practiced forging Elliott's signature. It wasn't forging. Oh, and what would you call it? Well, writing. Very well. Writing. Whoever stole the postal order and cashed it also wrote Elliott's signature, didn't he? Yes. And oddly enough, in the exact form in which you had earlier been practicing writing his signature. I say, which side do you want? Don't be impertinent. Are you aware that the Admiralty sent up the forged postal order to Mr. Ridley Pierce, the greatest handwriting expert in England? Yes, sir. And you still say you didn't forge that signature? Yes, I do. In other words, Mr. Ridley Pierce doesn't know his job. Well, he's wrong, anyway. Really, Sir Robert? Be quiet, please. I won't be quiet. I have a... You went into the locker room after lunch were you alone? I don't remember. I think you do. Were you alone in the locker room? Yes. What did you do after leaving the locker room? I told you. I went for permission to go to the post office. What time was that? About a quarter past two. Which means that you were alone in the locker room for half an hour. I wasn't there all that time. How long were you there? About five minutes. What were you doing for the other 25? I don't remember. How odd your memory is so good about some things and so bad about others. Perhaps I waited outside the CO's office. And perhaps no one saw you there either. No. I don't think they did. What were you thinking about outside the CO's office with 25 minutes? I don't even know if I was there. I can't remember. Perhaps I wasn't there at all. No? Perhaps you were still in the locker room rifling Elliot's locker. Sir Robert, I must go and excuse you. Please be quiet. I remember now. I remember. Someone did see me outside the CO's office. A chap called Casey. I remember. I spoke to him. What did you say? I said, come down to the post office with me. I'm going to cash your postal order. Cash your postal order? I mean, yet. You said cash. Why did you say cash if you meant get? I don't know. I suggest cash was the truth. No, no, it wasn't. It wasn't really. You're muddling me. You seem very easily muddled. How many other lies have you told? None. Really, I haven't. I suggest you hold testimonies alive. No, it's the truth. I suggest there's barely one single word of truth in anything you've said either to me or to the judge advocate or to the commander. I suggest that you broke into Elliot's locker, that you stole the postal order for fire shillings and cashed it by means of forging his name. I didn't, I didn't. I suggest that you did it for a joke, meaning to give Elliot the fire shillings back. But, that when you met him and he said he'd reported the matter, that you got frightened and decided to keep quiet. No, no, it isn't true. I suggest that by continuing to deny your guilt, you are causing great hardships to your own family and considerable annoyance to high and important persons in this country. That's a disgraceful thing to say. I agree. I think the time has come at last for you to undo some of the misery that you've caused by confessing to us all now that you are a forger, a liar and a thief. I'm not, I'm not. I didn't do it. Well, this is outrageous. Is it? The boy's plainly innocent. I accept the case and will do my utmost to bring it to trial. Good evening. A few of the Winslow boys starring Raymellander Sir Robert Morton, Dorothy McGuire as Kate and Brian Ahern as Mr. Winslow. Seven weary months have passed since Sir Robert Morton agreed to defend Master Ronnie Winslow against the Government of England and from Piccadilly surface to Hong Kong, wherever there are Englishmen, the case has argued endlessly. The theft of the five shillings doesn't seem to matter. What matters tremendously is whether or not this little boy has the right to sue the British Empire in a court of law. It's evening now and Mr. Winslow is reading aloud from the newspaper, including with still another attack upon the Admiralty and whereupon the right honourable First Lord leapt to his feet and... Ronnie, I trust my reading isn't keeping you awake. Good heavens, Grace, the boys are asleep. Poor little Lamb, it's way past his bedtime. This very moment your poor little Lamb is responsible for considerable disturbance in the House of Commons. Ronnie, wake up. Oh, oh, yes, Father? I'm reading the account of the debate. Oh, I'm listening, Father. I like to listen to my eyes closed. Oh, well, now then. The House obviously was moved by Sir Robert Morton's resonant use of the words, let right be done. Nevertheless, it is argued that Condet Ronald Winslow was a servant of the Crown and therefore has no more right than any other member of his Majesty's forces to sue the Crown in open court. To allow him to do so would... Oh, he's asleep again. I'd better take him upstairs. He'll be so much more comfy in his little bed. I daresay. But the debate in the House of Commons continues and until it's ended, the cause of it all certainly will not make himself comfy in his little bed. Excuse me. Huh? Yeah, yes, Violet. Three more reporters at the door, sir. Shall I let them in? No, certainly not. Yes, sir. Uh, Grace, Grace dear, might this not be a good opportunity to talk to Violet? No, it would not. Believe me, Grace, putting it off only adds to your worries. It's easy for you to talk out for you don't have to do it. Well, will it be like? No, thank you. We'll give her excellent references. I won't have it. It's nothing short of brutal to send her packing after all these years. Well, the facts are brutal things. I don't think I know what facts are anymore. The facts at this moment are that we have one half of the income we had a year ago and we're living at almost the same rate. However you look at it, that's bad economics. I'm not talking economics. I'm talking about Violet. I'm also talking about the happy home we once had and the future for us and the children. Oh, I wish I could see the sense of it all. There's Ronnie perfectly happy. He did a good school and doing very well. No one need ever have known about Osborne if you hadn't gone and shouted it out the whole world. As it is whatever happens, he'll go through the rest of his life as the boy in the Winslow case. The boy who stole that postal order. The boy who didn't steal the postal order? You talk about sacrificing everything for him. But when he's grown up, he won't thank you for it, Arthur. Even though you've given your life to publish his innocence as you call it. Grace, really? Yes, Arthur, your life. You're destroying yourself and both what I'd like to know. Both what? For justice. Justice. Or is it just plain pride and sheer stubbornness? No, I don't think it is. I really don't think it is. Arthur, I can stand anything if there's a reason for it. But for no reason at all, it's unfair to ask so much of me. What's the matter, Father? Well, your mother's a little upset. Aren't things going well? Oh, yes, Ronnie, very well. Very well indeed. By Joe, how does he do it? The sandwiches, sir, from this case. Oh, thank you, Violet. She's just come home. She says she'll be right in, sir. Violet, what do you think of this case? No, it's a fine old rumpus. No mistake. Well, it is, isn't it? The fine old rumpus. And when you think it's all because of our master, Ronnie, I have to laugh about it. Sometimes I rarely do. Wasting the government's time at his age. Will that be all, sir? Yes, yes, Father. That'll be all. Hello, Father. All alone? Ronnie. But he's sound asleep. Oh, look at him. An honorable member described him not an hour ago as a piteous little figure crying aloud to humanity for justice and redress. I wish he could see him now. Kate, Kate, what happened? Is the debate over? As good as. What about it? Are they going to allow us a fair trial? Apparently not. That's iniquitous. Well, then we're back where we started then. It looks like it, dear. The debate's done us no good at all. But didn't Sir Robert make any protest? Not a verbal protest. Something far more spectacular. He'd had his feet on the treasury table and he had had over his eyes. And suddenly he got up, glared at the First Lord, threw a great bundle of notes on the floor and stopped out of the house. Oh! This made a magnificent effect. If I hadn't known, I could have sworn he was actually indignant. Oh, of course he was indignant. So what any man of feeling be? Sir Robert is not a man of feeling. I don't think any emotion at all can stir that fishy heart. Except perhaps a love of justice. Oh, nonsense. A love of Sir Robert Morton. The man is a fish. A hard, cold-blooded, sneering fish. Sir Robert Morton. Oh! You keep it. Good evening. Good evening. I thought I'd call and let you know what's happened, but I see your daughter has forestalled me. You knew I was in the gallery? In such a charming hat, how could I have missed you? Oh, it's very good of you to call. Do I detect a small snore coming from the couch? Oh, Master Ronny. Go, Kate, to wake him up. No, no, no, no, please. Besides, I'm sure that since our first encounter, he is rather understandably at price and nervous of me. Tell me something, Sir Robert. What happened in that first interview to make you so sure of his innocence? Well, first of all, he made far too many damaging admissions. A guilty person would have been much more on guard. Secondly, I set a trap for him, and thirdly, I left him a loophole. Anyone who was guilty would have fallen into the one and darted through the other. Master Ronald did neither. I have to ask him suddenly what time Elliot put the postal order in his locker. Am I right? Yes, and the loophole? My suggestion that he'd stolen the postal order is a joke. Had he been guilty, he'd have left on that as the lesser of the two evils. You're very clever. Thank you. My daughter just told me of your demonstration during the First Lord's speech. She described it as magnificent. Did she? It's a very old trick, you know, and nearly always surprisingly effective. Was the First Lord at all put out by it, did you know that? Fail to be. Oh, I wish you could have seen it. Father, when did this come? When it was. Oh, oh, that letter some time ago. Do you know the writing? Yes, it's from John's father. I, uh, shouldn't bother to read it if I were you. Oh, oh, but I must. It came by special messenger. Uh, forgive me, Sir Robert, if I read it now. Well, what do you think the next step should be, Sir Robert? The renewal of our efforts to get the director of public prosecutions to act. You think there's any chance of that? It's just mostly a matter of making ourselves a confounded nuisance. We've certainly done that quite successfully so far. Thanks to you. That is perhaps the only quality I was born with. The ability to annoy. Father, Sir Robert thinks we might get the director of public prosecutions to act. Huh? Oh, excuse me, I thought you'd finished your letter. We were discussing how to proceed with the case. The case? Forget the case. All things considered, very little purpose would be served by going on. Kate, uh, here. Of course we must go on. The choice is mine, Sir, not yours. To give up now would be insane. My sanity already has been questioned tonight for going as far as I have. Whatever is in that letter or whatever else has happened to make you lose heart, I insist that we continue. You insist? We? It is for me alone to judge when the time has come to give up. In Heaven's name, why? I have made many sacrifices for this case. Some of them I had no right to make. But there is a limit and I've reached it. I am sorry, Sir Robert, but the Winslow case has closed. All to that. My father doesn't mean that, Sir Robert. I'm glad to hear it. This letter, let me explain it. Okay, to know. Sir Robert, this letter is from the father of the man I'm engaged to. We've always known he was opposed to the case, so it comes as no surprise. He says that, unless my father promises to drop this whining and reckless agitation, that he'll exert every influence to prevent John's marrying me. I see. An ultimatum. Yes, but a pointless one. He has no influence over his son? Oh, yes. But John's of age and his own master. Well, Mr. Winslow, your daughter seems prepared to take the risk. But I am not. At least until I know how great a risk it is. How do you estimate the risk, Miss Winslow? Magical. I see. Mr. Winslow, I must apologize for speaking to you as I did just now. Oh, you were upset for giving up the case. And to be frank, I liked you for it. Of course, you must decide as you wish. That is really a most charming hat, Miss Winslow. Oh, well, I'm glad you liked it. It seems decidedly wrong to me that a lady of your political persuasion should be allowed to adorn herself with such a very feminine amurement. It really looks so awful like trying to have the best of both worlds. I'm not a militant, Sir Robert. I don't go about breaking shop windows with a hammer or pouring acid down letterboxes. I'm truly glad to hear that. Both those activities would be highly unsuitable in that hat. Tell me, what active steps do you take to propagate your cause? I'm an organizing secretary at the West London branch of the Women's Suffrage Association. Indeed. Is the work hard? Very. And not, I should imagine, particularly lucrative. And starting in January, I shall be paid two months, two pounds a week. Dear ma'am, what sacrifices you young ladies seem prepared to make for your conviction? Excuse me, it's your intended. He says, could he please have a word with you in private, Miss? I'll be right there, Violet. I have no right calling at this hour unexpectedly, but I have to see you. My father's written a letter to your father. I know, I've read it. Oh. Well, what's he done to? My father? I don't suppose you'll send one. You think he'll ignore it? Isn't that the best answer to Black Mirror? Well, it was terribly high-handed of the old man, I'll admit. But darling, this is going to take the most tactful sort of handling. Otherwise, you'll find ourselves in the soup. I mean, that should all I can't even live on my army pairs, it is. But we were two of them. Don't tell me, dear. How can you suspect? Well, this is the way I see it. Your young brother pinches or he doesn't pinch a fight by both lords. And for over a year, you and your father fight a magnificent fight on his behalf and I'm sure that everyone has monitored for it. Including your father? Go on, dear. Well, now, you've had two inquiries. The petition of right case with the admiral will turn out, of course, and the appeal. And now, amazingly enough, you have the whole House of Commons and your body for now, darling. Surely that's enough. Surely the case can end there, hm? Yes. I suppose it can. Ronnie won't mind. No, I know he won't. But more. I'm not so sure he didn't steal the money in the first place. Good Lord. Well then, by and heaven, the name of you and your father spent all this time on money trying to prove his innocence. His innocence of guilt aren't important to me. They are to my father. Not to me. I don't believe you did it, but I may be wrong. All that I care about is that people should know that the government department has ignored the fundamental human right to a fair trial and that it could be forced to acknowledge it. That's all that's important to me, John. But it is perfectly important. Well, darling, look. There's a European war blowing up. There's a cold strike on and there's a fair chance of civil war in Ireland. And yet, with all that on its mind, the House of Commons takes the whole day to discuss Ronnie Winslow and his ballet personal order. Well, now, surely, that's a little out of proportion. All I know, John, is that if ever the time comes in the House of Commons can't find time to discuss a Ronnie Winslow and his ballet personal order, this country will be a far poor place when it is now. It can even go on, dear. I entirely see a point of view. Well then, darling, do you want to marry me, John? Well, of course I do. Oh, you know I do. I'm only telling you what I think is best for us. Even if we gave up the case, you'd still want to marry the Winslow girl? All that would go over in no time. And we'd have the allowance from your father? Yes. And that's so important. Well, it is, darling. I'm sorry, but you can't shame me into saying that it isn't. I didn't mean to frame you, John. Well, how? What's the answer? I love you, John. I want to be your wife. Well, then, that's all I want to know. Ah, darling, I was sure nothing so stupid and trivial could possibly come between us. Excuse me. Hello? Yes, Desmond. Will you wait a moment, please? Sir Robert, Desmond Perry wants to talk to you on the telephone. Oh, thank you. I'm sorry to interrupt. You didn't. We've finished our talk. Hello? Yes. Oh, I didn't know he was going to speak. I see. Go on. Thank you. There has been a most interesting development in the house. Well, Desmond Curry tells me the barest offender of mine has just delivered one of the most scathing denunciations of the government department ever heard in the house. What a shame we missed it, Miss Winslow. His style is quite superb. Well? The debate revised, of course, and the First Lord suddenly found himself under attack from all parts of the house. It appears that rather than risk a party split, he has instructed the Attorney General to endorse our petition of right. The case of Winslow versus Rex can now therefore come to court. Well, sir, what are your instructions? The decision is no longer mine. You must ask my daughter. Miss Winslow? I forgive Mr. Rabbit, but I believe that I can give you Miss Winslow's decision. John, please. Do you need my decision, Mr. Rabbit? Aren't the instructions already on the petition? I'm afraid... let rights be done. Okay, well then, we must endeavor to see that it is. The curtain rises on Act 3 of the Winslow Boys, starring Ray Merlander, Sir Robert Morton, Dorothy McGuire as Kate, and Brian Herne as Mr. Winslow. At long last, the Winslow case has come to trial. What is even more remarkable, a verdict actually is in the office. At home, Arthur Winslow waits impatiently for Kate to return from the courtroom. She's late, Grace. Yesterday she was home by half past one. You'll be along. Meanwhile, your lunch is ready, dear. I did it myself. Where's Violet? At the trial, of course. Oh, this is incredible. Every member of the household attends a trial except for one person who has the greatest cause for being there. But you know what the doctor says. Fantastic. I missed it at home in a wheelchair while two years of struggle, hope, and abuse hang in the balance. Oh, we had a letter this morning from Dickie. Dickie? How is he? Blended, dear, and getting on so well. He said he took Mr. Lamb, the manager, to the races on Saturday. The bank manager? Mm-hmm. Dickie said Mr. Lamb had the time of his life and... and lost his debt. Did he? Oh, no doubt that given the chance, our Dickie will convert the entire wedding branch into a bookmaking establishment. Catherine, is that you? Oh, don't report it. Don't we ever go away? Did you bring Ronnie with you, dear? He's having lunch with Desmond Curry. You had to leave him in the corridor, mother. Poor little pet. He did so well in the witness box yesterday. He got you a bear this morning. Don. Don? Well, I hope you could speak to him. But of course I did. Kate, how could you? What did he say? He was just luck. What impertinent. And I'd fear he'd be coming there after the way he's treated you. No, great. You'll be late for the afternoon session. Oh, well, I'm off then, dear. Now, don't let your father leave that real care, darling. Well, how did he go? I'm... I'm not sure, father. Oh, but I could fearfully strangle that old booze of a judge. He's dead suffocated. Does Mr. Robert share that opinion? Oh, no. He's worried. That much I do know. I must admit, the attorney general's speech this morning was very clever. He'd think a verdict for Ronnie would simultaneously court Newsy and the royal ladies and jubilation in Berlin. I wish you could be there this afternoon. And have Mother miss that again. You know Mother doesn't understand a word of what's going on. I know, but she does enjoy it, so dear. But what about to Robert? Well, he finished his gross examination of the post-missile. Oh, I thought he's a monster completely. He admitted he couldn't identify Ronnie, but he couldn't be sure of the time he came in and that all Asperin cadet looked alike to her in her uniform so that it might easily have been Mother who cast the five-filling ones. Good, good. Then, when he finished, the attorney general asked her again whether she was absolutely positive that the same boy that was with 15 and six postal order also cast the five-filling ones. And she said yes, he was quite, quite sure because Ronnie was such a good-looking little boy and effective. Oh, I could see those 12 good men and two nodding away at each other. I believe it undid the whole of Sir Robert's cross-examination. She thought Ronnie was especially good-looking. Why didn't she identify him two years ago? Oh, Kate, this is our last chance. Are we going to lose? I don't know. I wonder if you were right. If we could have found a better man than Sir Robert. No. Oh, you admit that now. Only that he's the best advocate in England and for some reason, first things I suppose, he seems genuinely anxious to win. I don't go back on anything else I've ever said about him. The newspapers say he began this morning by telling the judge he felt ill. Might have to ask for an adjournment. Just another year. It got him the sympathy of the court and possibly provided him with an excuse if we should lose. If we should lose. May I come in? Oh, Desmond, of course. I ended by way of the kitchen. The crowd was the front door, rarely most alarming. Oh, sit down, Desmond. I wonder if I might be Catherine alone. I have a matter of some urgency to communicate to her. Oh, very well. I'll finish my lunch, Kate. Oh, allow me, please. Oh, take your hands off this wheelchair. Hear me. I can manage without assistance. Thank you, Desmond. Where, Desmond? I have only a moment, Kate. I really should get back to court, but it suddenly occurred to me during the lunch adjournment that I had better see you today. Really well. I have a question to put to you, which if I had postponed it a little after the verdict, you might, who knows, have thought it prompted by pity if we had lost, or if we had won, your reply might, again, who knows, have been influenced by gratitude. Uh, do follow me? As a matter of fact, I think I do. Ah, then possibly you have some inkling of what the question is. Yes. And I need to hardly tell you how grateful I am. There is no need, Kate, oh, no need at all. However, I know very well what your feelings for me really are. Do you, Desmond? I've known you so long, dear Kate, and I've proposed to you so many times before. Uh, that is up until your recent proposal. Which is now no more. And thus commit me to again, if I may say so, examine the fact. Which are? Fact one, you don't love me and never can. Fact two, I love you, always have and always will. Uh, that then is the situation. Uh, no matter what you feel or do not feel for me, I want you to be my wife. Thank you, Desmond. Oh, there is so much more that I should like to say, but I shall put it all in a letter. Yes, Desmond, dear. Now, I must get back to court. And how do you think it went this morning? What a brilliant cross examination was it now? Brilliant. Oh, here's a strange man to Robert. Oh, time so cold and distant and fish-like. Fish-like exactly. And yet he has a real passion about this case. Oh, a real passion. I happen to know, oh, of course, this must on no account go any further, but I happen to know that he has made a very great personal sacrifice in order to bring it to court. Sacrifice? Of course. The mother came? Oh, no, that would be no sacrifice to him, oh, no. He was offered the appointment to Lord Chief Justice. He turned it down simply to carry on with Winslow versus Wreck. Strange are the ways of men, are they not? Goodbye, dear Kate. Goodbye, Desmond. Well, what did Desmond want? To marry me. What, again? Oh, dear lunacy. Oh, I don't know. He's nice and he's doing very well. I told him I'd think it over. By all means. How long did you decide against it? Father, I'm 30 years old. Oh, 30 isn't the end of life. It might be for an unmarried woman with not much look. Rubbish. Better father live and die an old maid than a married Desmond curry. Old maid must be. I, uh, I'm leaving you and the mother everything, you know. There is still little left. Oh, there must be something you can do, something useful. You don't in suffrage work is useful. Well, maybe you're right. But it's the only work I'm fitted for all the same. So the first is quite simple, Father. Either I marry Desmond and set her down to be quite uncomfortable and not really useless at this point, or I go on for the rest of my life earning two pounds a week in the service of a hopeless car. Hopeless? I never heard you say that before. I never said it before. So I'm going to be married next month. Really? Hmm, a girl I know slightly. She's a generous daughter, very suitable. My dear. Oh, I've messed up your life. No. And you're messing up the kingdom. It's been done by me. Oh, I'm so sorry, Kate. Thank you. You both knew what we were doing. Oh, have we just been stubborn? I don't think you're refusing to admit defeat. That's what your mother thinks. Father, if you could go back and choose again, would your choice be different? No, I don't think it would. I don't think so either. I still think we both knew what we were doing, and we were right to do it. But you aren't going to marry Desmond, are you? Well, in the golden word of the Prime Minister, Father, don't you think? Here. Hey, do you hear him, you boy? What's he shouting? Let me open a window. Only window case later. Didn't sound to me like the latest. You're right. Window case results. Results? Put the verdict writing to come in till tomorrow. There must be some mistake. Violet, come in here. What, what happened? Only case. He hoped for the same limit, but he don't stop till he came back for lunch. And this window she wasn't in, neither normal to run in. The scary girl never had anything like it nor your life. Oh, finally. And Sir Robert standing there at the table with his wig on, cooking and the tears running down his face. Running down his face they were, and not able to see because of the noise. And then some man behind me, he knocked my head down over my face. They were tearing something. And the judge kept on shouting, but it wasn't any good, because by now the jury was tearing up. Inside in the streets they were shouting, Stop a game of this kind aboard. Oh, really nice and pleased, now that it's all over. Yes, Violet, I am. Two years, but one month, it's been, sir, ten days. Yes, it is. Poor madam, what a shock when she gets to court and finds it all over. Well, congratulations, sir. Oh, thank you, Violet, thank you. Well, well, it would appear then, that we've won. Yes, father, it would appear that we've won. Oh, I would have liked to be there. Yes, sir, Mr. Winslow, he's here. Oh, sir Robert Morton. I thought you might like to hear the actual terms of the general statement. So I've got to be down for you, Mr. Winslow, and now I should read it. I say now, and the half of the Admiralty, that I accept the declaration of Ronald Arthur Winslow, and that he is innocent of all charges brought against him two years ago at the Royal Naval College Osborne. I make this statement without any reservation, intending it to be a complete acceptance of the boy's innocence. It's rather difficult to find the words I should say to you. Please don't trouble to search for them. Let us take these rather tiresome expressions of gratitude for granted, shall we? Now, on the question of damages and costs, I fear we should find the Admiralty rather negatively. You are likely still to be left considerably out of pocket. However, undoubtedly, we can apply a slight spur to the First Lord's posterior and the House of Commons. No, oh, please. No more trouble. I beg of you. This is all I've ever asked. The pity we're not in court, Mr. Winslow. The verdict appeared to cause quite a storm. So I heard. But why did they surrender so suddenly? It was a foregone conclusion. Once the handwriting expert had been discredited. I knew then we had a sporting chance and no junior in the world was convicted in the post, Mrs. Evans. But this morning you seem so depressed. Did I? Not only heat in the courtroom as they're trying, you know, and I was the living fatigue. Oh, sir. The gentlemen at the front door say, please, would you make a statement. They say they won't go away until you do. Oh, very well. Well, thank you. Yes, sir. Oh, sir Robert, what shall I say? I hardly think it matters. Whatever you say will have little bearing on what they'll write. What shall I say, Kate? You'll give you something, Father. Let me hear you out. No, no, no. Just hand me my cane. I refuse to meet the press in this ridiculous career. I could say I'm happy to have lived long enough to have been just a son to my son. Isn't that a little gloomy? You're going to live for ages yet. Am I? You'll wait and see. I could say the victory is not mine, but it's the people who are trying. Yes, they always will triumph over desperately. How does that sound, Peter Robert? A little bit pretentious, perhaps? I could say it nonetheless. It would be very popular. Well, perhaps I'd better say what I really feel, which is really... Thank God we beat them. Miss Winslow, might have you rude enough to ask if I'm living with your excellent wisdom. Oh, yes, of course. Thank you. And with your forgiveness, I should sit down. So, Robert, are you feeling all right? This is slight nervous reaction. I've not been feeling myself all day. I told the judge so this morning, if you remember, but I doubt that he believes me. He thought it was a trick. What suspicious mind do people have? Have they not? Oh, yes. You're risky. Thank you. I'm afraid I have a confession and an apology to make. My dear young lady, I'm sure the one is right and I would far rather hear my back. I'm afraid you must, since this is probably the last time I've heard you. I haven't finally missed your attitude. I've been rude and ungrateful. I'm sincerely and humbly sorry. Oh, rubbish. My attitude is in quite the same as yours. A determination to win at all costs. Only when you talk of gratitude, you must remember that these costs were not mine, but yours. Were they not also yours, Sir Robert? I beg your pardon? Haven't you, too, made a very special sacrifice? You're wronged with that outfit, it's another stupid name. Really, John? Then what more? I fully intend to report Mr. Desmond courage of the law society. Oh, please, John. You gave me a great service by telling me. Well, I must ask you never to divulge it to another living soul and to get it to yourself. Why are you always acceptable to prevent people from knowing the truth about you? Am I indeed? You know you are. Why? Why are you so... ashamed of your emotion? Because, as a lawyer, I must necessarily distress you. Why? If I decay from emotional grounds, there's a surest way of losing it. Emotions muddy the issue. Cold, clear logic and bucket subjects would be the lawyer's only equipment. Well, it's cold, clear logic that may be reached today at the moment. You're made, I suppose. Don't you that? No, it doesn't matter. Give me the papers tomorrow anyway. Very well then. If you must have it, here it is. I wept today because right had been done. Not justice? No, not justice. Right. It's not hard to do justice, but very hard to do right. Unfortunately, while the appeal of justice is intellectual, the appeal of right appears to some odd reason to induce tears in court. That is my answer and my speech. Now, may I leave the witness box? No, one last question. How can you reconcile your support of Windlow against the Crown with your narrow political beliefs? That is lame. No one party has a monopoly of concerns for individual liberty. On that issue, all parties are united. I don't think so. You don't? No, not all parties. Only some people from all parties. That is the wise remark. We can only hope then that those some people will always prove enough people. You know you'd make a good advocate. Would I? Why don't you channel your feminist impulses toward the law courts with Windlow and abandon the lost cause of women suffering? Because I don't believe it is a lost cause. No. Are you going to continue to pursue it? Certainly. You'll be wasting your time. I don't think so. It's a pity. In the House of Commons in the next few days to come, I can make a point of looking up at the gallery and the hope is catching a glimpse of you in that provocative hat. Whereupon, I should... Can I say, Sir Robert? I'm a selfish guy. Master Windlow, are you indeed? I don't know anything what's going to happen this afternoon. And where were you? At the kitchen. Well, I'm a selfish guy, sir. I see we won, didn't we? Yes. Yes, we won. Then goodbye, Miss Windlow. See you in the house then, one day? Yes, Sir Robert. One day. But not in the gallery. Across the hall. Among the opposition. Perhaps. Goodbye. For three splendid performances, we'd like to congratulate Ray Malan, Dorothy McGuire, and Briah Behar. It's nice to be working with you again, Irving. It's been a long time since we made a picture together. Irving has directed me in picture too. We're old friends. I guess that leaves me as McCoy. Dorothy, a luxe girl, is always a friend of mine. Particularly when she's such a talented luxe girl. And Darby certainly qualifies. Have you seen her latest picture? Three coins in the fountain? She's great and she looks terrific in cinema scope. Well, thank you. Luxe scope and I are certainly old friends. Why aren't you also in one of 30 essentially fastest cinema scope production? Yes, Prince Valiant. Little did I think when I left a brilliant career in England to come to America that I'd wind up in a comic script. Well, I've gone market. Last week I was offered the part of canhead and big brain. Oh, you'll be great, Ray. Seriously. I was delighted to appear in such a magnificent production as Prince Valiant. And I imagine Ray is delighted with his latest picture too. Dial M for murder. No, I wouldn't dial anything for murder. I wouldn't even pick up the phone. Not even if it was directed by Alfred Hitchcock. Ah, well, that's different. Now Irving, how about next week's show? Is it something different? Yes, it's very unusual. Emotionally adult love story. We've invited two of the top stars of Hollywood to recreate it for you. That exceptionally fine actor, Terry Grass, co-starring with one of the loveliest ladies of the screen, Jean Crane. We will present them in their original roles in one of the finest motion pictures 30th Century Park has brought to the screen. People will talk. I thought it was a wonderful picture. Good night. Good night. Good night. Thanks for the memorable evening. And now, here's a man with a letter. Yes, it's a letter I got from a woman in New Jersey, and I'd like to read it to you. She says, dear art link letter, if you'll answer me this, I'll buy a box of surf. You say that when you wash clothes with surf, they smell like sunshine. But whoever said you could smell sunshine. Sign, this is Robert Borden. Well, Mrs. Borden, I said it. And I can tell you how to find this out for yourself. You just try the nose test the next time you do your laundry. I mean that when your clothes are still wet, or when they're dry, you just hold them right up to your nose, real close, and give a good sniff. Now, if there's a medicinal odor, or a failed sour smell, that's not sunshine, is it? But when you wash your clothes with surf, you'll find they smell fresh and clean. And that's what I mean by sunshine. Now, these days, all good detergents get things clean looking. Surf does that, of course. But when it comes to clean laundry, you can't go on looks alone. Because to be really clean, things just have to smell clean, too. And you can depend on surf to get things so clean, they smell like sunshine. And that means they're clean, clear through. So, Mrs. Borden, and all you ladies who haven't tried surf lately, buy a box of surf and get to know what sunshine smells like, get the big money-saving economy-sized box of surf, and put it to the test. Leave a brother's company. Makers of luck call it surf, and luck liquid detergent. Invite you to be with us again next Monday evening when the Lux Radio Theatre presents Cary Grant and Jean Crane in People Will Talk. By the way, those of you with television sets have a big treat in store. On Thursday, January 28th, the Lux Radio Theatre, our 50th show, will present a special one-hour live telecast. A paramount, a place in the sun. I'll have more details for you next week. It's deserving coming, saying good night to you from Hollywood. Ladies and gentlemen, the crisis in our schools is growing worse. Three classrooms out of every five are overcrowded. Above all, there's a growing shortage of qualified elementary school teachers. More to join and work with your local civic groups and school boards, which are actually seeking to improve educational conditions. On an hour-cast night, with Martin Dean as running, on the garden as the mother, Helen Cleave as Violet, Mary's plan as Miss Barnes, Ben Wright as John, Joe Kerns as Desmond, and Alistair Duncan as Dickens. Our radio play was adapted by FH Barnett,