 From Hollywood, the Hollywood Radio Theater. And now for Rare in Undercurrent. Ladies and gentlemen, your producer, Mr. Irving. Greetings from Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen. Our play tonight is the cost-offenceful story of a young bride who soon discovers her husband's mysterious hatred for his brother can bring complete disaster to her marriage. Undercurrent was one of Metro Goldenair's most successful dramas. And as our stars, we have invited one of our most popular actresses, Joan Fontaine, who co-stars with Mel Pharrell, high on the list of our distinguished actors. Now, Act One of Undercurrent, starring Joan Fontaine as Anne, and Mel Pharrell as Alan Garroway. It was a marriage no one would have predicted. Anne Hamilton, reserved, not aspiring, and Alan Garroway, the wealthy celebrated inventor of the Garroway Distance Control. Garroway brought his bride to Washington. Their first night there, he displayed her before a large, select group of friends when the friends had departed. Anne, darling, what is it? I thought they'd never go, Alan. Oh, you shouldn't have, you shouldn't have. What, darling? I shouldn't have what? You shouldn't have married me. I was asked and they know it was a mistake. Anne. Oh, I can't help it. I don't even know what they were talking about, and they were laughing at me, Alan. I know they were. And I was so proud of you tonight. I was lost among them. Oh, what they must have thought. I mean, well, good grief. I don't even know how to dress. Is that all that's worrying you? I'm gonna take this dress off and never see it again. Darling, it's a perfectly nice dress. Nice dress? It's eight inches too short and it's only two weeks old. Oh, Alan, you're stuck with a wife who doesn't know anything about clothes. She doesn't even know how to behave. I'll tell you what, we'll go shopping tomorrow. It won't do any good. Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry to be such a boob. I want so much to be right for you. Will you shut up? Well, I'll learn. I really will. I'll learn to talk like your friends. I'll learn to be like them. I don't know how the heck I'll do it, but I'll do it. If you do, I'll kill you. Darling, just tell me one thing. Who do you belong to? You. That's all. That's all that matters. Is it, Alan? Is it? And if you ever forget that, you'll be very sorry. Now, if Madame does not mind waiting, I will arrange to have some hats modeled for her right away. Well, darling? Of course, I don't believe any part of this. A main coat, a fever jacket, 14 pounds, 12 pairs of shoes. I'll relax. If I relax, I'll drop dead. Oh, Alan, how could you let me wear that brown horror last night? I'm in love with you, darling. I didn't even notice. Oh, but you must have. Don't be afraid of hurting me. I don't know much about these things. Alan, get away. Well, Mrs. Foster. Ann is the neighbor of ours for Virginia, an old friend of my mother's. Mrs. Foster, my wife. How do you do? I'm delighted to meet you, my dear. When are you coming down to Middleburg? Well, if business eases up next month, I hope. Well, Alan? She looks like a fine, honest girl. You... you're right, of course. I'm afraid I'm not very good at it. I'll be raised on horses in Middleburg, aren't we, Alan? Oh, but definitely. Alan's not a bad rider, my dear. But his brother, Michael, is the boy with the light hand. By the way, Alan, how is Michael? Michael is always Michael. I hope you'll excuse us, Mrs. Foster. We were just going to look... Oh, of course. I'm late for an appointment myself. I'll be looking for you in Middleburg. Goodbye, Mrs. Foster. Alan, you didn't tell me you had a brother. I haven't had time to tell you a lot of things, darling. Look, you, uh... you pick out your hat, then. I'll wait out front and get some air. What's wrong, darling? You seem so troubled since we came back from shopping. You were surprised to learn I have a brother. But what a nice surprise. Where is he, dear? He spoiled my first day alone with you. Oh, it's so typical. Good old Mike. I meant to tell you about him, and I've been putting it off. But one of these days, we'll have to go to San Francisco. Our factory's there. You'll meet people who know Mike. Who adore him. He does that to people. My mother adored him. He was her favorite. Oh, Alan, please, Mrs. Gratton, no. When my father died, Mike and I took over the business. I was the engineer. That's when I started working on my distance control. We'd been making plenty of money when... suddenly, we began to run out of funds. Mike must have thought I was an imbecile to do it the way he did. It was just like putting his hand in the cash register. He was stealing from you? Your own brother? Yes. Mike had bought a ranch in the country. He spent most of his time there. Anyway, I drove out to see him. When I told him what I'd found out, he said, I'd never do anything about it. Not while mother was alive. And I didn't. Well, it was an invalid. She died the next spring. Oh, please, Alan, don't. There's not much more to tell. After she died, Mike just disappeared. Last I heard he was in the army. It was over three years ago. He disappeared because he was afraid of what you might do to him? Well, maybe. Mike's not afraid of me. And I keep thinking he's alive somewhere and hating me the way he must. I even felt I didn't have the right to marry him. Oh, Alan, don't. Don't say that. I can't hurt it if we never let him come between us. Why should he? What's Mike got to do with us? Nothing, nothing. So we'll never think about him or speak about him again? But if anything ever does come up, you'll tell me. You'll let me know. Nothing ever will. Darling, I'm so deeply sorry for you. But I'm glad you've told me because it means you're not as sure of yourself as I thought you were. You need me even if it's only to help you forget. I need you very much. You may have a no-good brother, but you're going to have an awfully good wife. I'm so grateful to you for so many things. It is so you've led me by the hand into a strange and wonderful world. A world to dream of. Well, I dream. You're here, Anne, and you're mine. Good afternoon, Mrs. Galloway. Did you have a nice afternoon shopping? Oh, yes, Mrs. Hildebrand. Any messages? No messages, madame. That means that all your invitations for tonight have been accepted. I don't know what I'd do without you, Mrs. Hildebrand, the perfect housekeeper. How many dinner parties have we given this month? Is it 210 or 211? This is your sixth, madame. Oh, would you mind looking at the table? I took the liberty of arranging the place card. You know, such a strange thing happened this afternoon at the bookshop. Mr. Galloway left the book there months ago to be rebounded. He must have forgotten all about it. It's a volume of English poems. Oh, I'm so glad I found it. Yes, madame. Oh, you noticed I put Judge Putnam on your right. Oh, yes. Who is this one, Mrs. Hildebrand? Who is Mr. Henry Gilson, a new congressman from the Midwestern? I wonder why you placed him in the doorway. He's no one important. Ah, that explains it. That is all, madame. I had better go to see about the audience. I'm sorry, Henry Gilson. You're just not important, poor guy. We have something in common, the two of us. Well, I think you are important. Henry, you and Mr. Justice Putnam are changing faces. There. Now, well, then, tell me, congressman Gilson, just what part of the Midwestern you come from? Just, uh, what part of the Midwestern you come from? Iowa. Iowa. It's so big and so full of corn, isn't it? Yes, ma'am. Yes, it certainly is. Excuse me for a moment. Shall we go into the other room for coffee? It was such a lovely dinner, Mrs. Garroway. Oh, thank you, Mr. Postgate. My dear, you're gone. What exquisite taste do you have? Well, thank you, Madame LeFarbe. Oh, Anne. Just a minute. Thank you, Mr. Garroway. Yes, darling. Anne, are you trying to be rude to Judge Putnam? Why on earth did you have to see him in the doorway? Might do him good. He seemed so stuffy. I invited him here for a reason. You know that. Oh, I'm sorry, dear. I don't know what got into me. I'll make it up to him right away. I believe your wife bewitched me, Garroway, by I haven't talked so much about myself in years. Please don't stop now, Judge Putnam. Now when you're telling us about your home, Tarsten must be beautiful this time of year. It is, but I won't say it. Sometimes I feel it really belongs to the people who take care of it much more than it does to me. That's a very generous attitude, sir. My father always says how foolish we are to think that we really possess anything in life. Why would he say that? Well, I think Judge Putnam understands. No one ever really owns anything. All we have is a temporary use of it. That isn't true to say my vet or my bath. Not even my wife? Oh, that's different. You know, I read something today which says what I mean better than anything I've ever heard. And I'm ashamed to say I memorized it. I'd love to hear it, my dear. Well, I found it in an old book of poems. This particular poem was marked, and I thought to myself, the man who marked this poem is someone I understand and someone who understands you. Remember it, Alan? Remember what? My house, I say. The talk to the sunny doves that make my roof the arena of their love. Our house, they say. And mine, the cat declares and spreads his golden fleece upon the stairs. And mine, the dog, and rises stiff with wrath as any alien foot profane the path. That's charming, Mrs. Gannery. Well, I may have left out a line or two, but that's the general idea. And I think Dr. Fort would like another brand-new. Of course, sir. You see, Judge Putnam, poetry is one of Alan's hidden vices. That's a wonderful girl, Gannery. Yeah. Yes, she is. I'm a very lucky man. Alan, it was a nice party, wasn't it? Yes, it went beautifully. Sam, how about driving down to Middleburg tomorrow for a few days? Oh, Alan, could we? The house where you were born, the house where you grew up. The poem came from. That's not my book. But it is, darling. You sent it to be rebonded, remember? I'm afraid it's a mistake. But they had the name Galway, Middleburg, Virginia. No, it's a mistake, Ann. We'll leave right after breakfast. Maybe a little isolated for you down there. You know, there's no telephone. Oh, no telephone. It sounds like Kevin. Alan, will you hate being cooped up with me for days? Mm-hmm. Give me a kiss. And tell me why I ask that. Because I love you. And I can't help noticing when we're alone, how a lot of the glow you have with people sort of goes out of you. And what's the matter? I don't know nothing. I just wanted to be reassured, I guess. Well, consider yourself reassured. About this book, if it's a mistake, I suppose I'll have to return it. But I hate to. Um, what's the penalty for stealing books? Well, you've stopped shoving that book at me. Can't you see I don't want to discuss it? Alan! Don't you know by now whose book it is? You even memorized the poem he marked. I told you it wasn't mine. It's his. It's Michael. He got you, didn't he, Ann? The sweet gentle boy who loved poetry. He understands you, isn't that what you said? I memorized it only because I thought it was yours. Yes, of course you did. Oh, Ann, that was very unfair of me. I shouldn't take it out on you the way I feel about Mike. Please, please forgive me. I forgive you, Alan. Well, this is it, Ann. This is Middleburg. Oh, what a lovely old house. Oh, so it's a dream. George, we're here, George. George? Just a caretaker, darling. Back there are the stables. Orchard's on the other side. You know that Mrs. Foster you met? She lives beyond that stretch of woods there. Alan, you have a dog. Yes, that's Bates. Don't think Bates likes me very much. Dogs and horses never do. I'm a bad character, I guess. Hello, Bates. Come here, boy. Hey, now, don't you back away from me. You must be glad to see me. Come here, dog. What you peering on like that for? Come back. Mr. Alan. Well, I'm so glad to see you, sir. Well, Bates, all right, ma'am. But they used to stay. George, this is Mrs. Galloway. I'm glad to know you, George. Your face looks fine. Oh, it's just beautiful. Well, thank you, ma'am. You can get the bags out of the car, George. I'll show Mrs. Galloway. Well, I saved the living room for the last, ma'am. Well, here it is. Oh, how charming. I suppose it could be. A little grim right now. Oh, not grim, darling. A little lonely, perhaps a little unused. Oh, Alan, I've been looking for pictures. I'd like so much to see a picture of your mother. Everything all right, sir? Oh, yes, George. Come in. Isn't there a picture of your mother somewhere? Well, there used to be, ma'am. Well, I, uh... I took them down, ma'am. I've stored away most of the personal stuff. Would you like to drive over to Mrs. Fawcett? No. Oh, not if you're tired, dear. But I want to speak to her about buying a section of those woods we've passed. Well, you run along, darling. I'll unpack while you're gone. I'll be back by dinner time. Yes, ma'am. Mr. Galloway, has he come home yet? No, ma'am. Do you have a nice walk? Well, I just came back from the stables. There was someone there. He just... He just about scared me to death. A colored man, a big and fast? Yes. I'll keep that old bin up. Oh, no. It's all right, George. He went away. Ben, he... He slumped out his head, ma'am. He don't mean no harm. I chased him off, but he just keeps coming back. He kept talking about the horses in the stables. I'll sit you in a nice cup of tea, ma'am. George, wait. He warned me about the black stallion. Oh, yes, ma'am. That horse ain't no good. Please don't go near him. He's Mr. Michael Kors, Ben said. Oh, yes, ma'am. He... He was. I think I will have a cup of tea now. Good and strong. I'm in here, darling. Who was it, Anne? Who was just playing that piano? Oh, it was white. Darling, what's the matter? Who was playing that? What? I was. You? Why did you play that piece? Oh, I don't know. Why? I'd play it often. Father taught it to me. Your father taught you that? Yes, yes, he does play the piano. I've forgotten. Whether it's a piece anyone might play mightn't be. Alan, your eye is cold. Oh, tell me what's wrong. My mother. My mother died sitting at that piano playing that piece. You see, Middleburg is not all happy memories from here. Well, Alan, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you, darling. I wish I could have known your mother. But finding out that she loved that piece too makes me know her a little, doesn't it? That's a bond between us we didn't know about. Yeah. I, uh, I guess dinner will be ready soon. Oh, bring them in there, George. I'll fix the cocktails, ma'am. Oh, thank you. George, Mrs. Galway must have been a wonderful woman. Yes, ma'am, she was. She was an invalid for a number of years, wasn't she? Yes, ma'am. But she laid up there in her bed, never complaining, always smiling. This piano must have been a great comfort to her when she did get up. Piano, ma'am? Well, Miss Galway never played no piano. She didn't, but she died sitting at that piano, didn't she? Oh, no, ma'am. She died upstairs in her room, ma'am. George! Is that dinner any time it's ready? Yes, sir. I'm starving. Be ready in just a minute, sir. Oh, cocktails. Well, we can use these, huh, dear? George's cocktails are the best. Almost good enough for you. Well? To us, darling. Yes, darling. To us. We'll continue with Act 2 of Undercurrent in just a few moments. Make a friend and you make an ally. There's a thought for you to keep in mind as many another American has. Not too long ago, a request was received by the United States State Department for help in setting up a modern medical system in Thailand. The man selected for the job was Dr. Ben Eisenman of St. Louis, whose work went far beyond the limits of his three-month job. In Thailand, he discovered that 17 million people living in the interior were being treated by only 700 doctors who were sadly ignorant of modern surgical techniques. At every turn, he fought against strong native superstitions to accomplish his work. With his small supply of instruments, he removed a ruptured appendix from a young tailor and performed a successful operation on the hair-lip of another. He did plastic surgery and worked with skin grafts, putting in from 15 to 20 hours a day. In the evenings, he completed two medical textbooks which were translated into the Thai language and were given free to any doctors or technicians who asked for them. Through Dr. Eisenman's efforts and with American medical aid, a program was set up to raise the standards of health and medical education in Thailand and nearby countries. Thanks to Dr. Eisenman, America has won herself more grateful allies. In recognition of his works, US envoy Edwin Stanton wrote these words to Dr. Eisenman. You are one of the greatest ambassadors of goodwill America has ever sent abroad. Thus, Dr. Eisenman had the personal satisfaction of knowing that by helping others, you help your country. And now our producer, Mr. Cumming. Act two of undercurrents starring Joan Fontaine-Zan and Mel Ferrer as Alan. It's been a strange and troubled 24 hours for Anne Garroway. Trashing against the peace and loveliness of Middleburg, all the terminating clout doubts of what Alan has told her. His brother Michael, his mother. It's after dinner now. Alan has to drive to the village. As soon as he's gone, Anne has a plan. Sure you don't want to go to the village with me, Anne. Uh, do you mind, darling? I am tired. That telegram this afternoon is from Jonas Warnsley. He's in charge of the San Francisco plant. We'll be meeting him soon. Oh, Alan. I'm sorry, dear, if you'd rather stay on here. Oh, no, if you're going to San Francisco, so am I. You're like San Francisco. Well, I won't be long. If you need anything, just call Joy. What is it? I said, what is it, George? Nothing, ma'am. Nothing. What were you afraid of just now? You knew I was in here? No, ma'am. I hear the car drive over, and I thought you'd gone too. No lights turned on in here. I turned them off. Who did you think was in here, George? Who used to sit at this piano and play that piece? Oh, please, ma'am. You are nobody, ma'am. That's not true. Who did you think it was? Did you think it was Michael? No, ma'am. Did Michael play this piece? He did, didn't he? Oh, Miss Garroway, please. Did you tell Mr. Allen I was talking about Mr. Michael? I won't tell him. George, Mr. Allen has been terribly hurt. He's got to find a way to help him. Just, just tell me what I could do. No, there's not much you can do. George is there. He'll be leaving soon for San Francisco. What has to be done, I must try to do my best. I'm a prize-go fan of all the places to take you your first night in San Francisco, another nightclub. Oh, but you said Mr. Wansley was the major here. Yes, I know him. Allen, who was that girl, the girl you spoke to as we came in here? An old friend. Sylvia Brick. Just an old friend. Well, sort of jealous. You bet. He's far too lovely for an old friend. You want to know something? You've got it all over Sylvia and every way. People wouldn't even notice her with you in the room. Oh, darling, you're wonderful. Howdy about every other woman. Good evening. Oh, hello Wansley. May I present Mrs. Garroway? How do you do? I'm very glad to meet you, Mrs. Garroway. Well, pull up a chair. How are things going? Oh, very well, sir. Things are really breaking in Seattle. I suggest you fly up there as soon as you can. Or anyway, I've brought some contracts along. You can't look them over. You mind, darling? Oh, no, you go ahead and look them over. I'll run in the powder room for a moment. I, uh... I just saw Miss Burton. Did you? Has your wife met her yet? Those contracts, Wansley. Let me have them. How do you like San Francisco? Oh, it's wonderful. So many bridges. Yeah. So many to cross. I beg your pardon? Uh, what do you hear from my soul? Oh, nothing much. Did you ever meet him, Mrs. Garroway? Uh, no, I haven't, but I'm looking forward to it. You know, there have been some pretty unpleasant rumors about my soul. Well, whatever they are, I'm sure they're not true. Sorry. You know, it's strange that I was beginning to have a funny feeling that Michael might be dead. No, I'm sure Alan would know. Yes, I suppose he would. You know, Miss Burton, when I saw you before, I wondered who it was you reminded me of. It's me. Not your features exactly. It's just something intangible. Have you noticed? No. Oh, is that your glove on the floor there? Oh, thanks. Maybe it's the way we dress or walk or something. Maybe it's Miss Burton. Miss Burton. That's funny. Why should she just walk out like that? What do you think about that, Mrs. Garroway? Oh, I'm very impressed, Mr. Warnsley. I only wish Alan weren't here to see how impressed I really am. I imagine he's in Seattle by now. Is there anything else around here you'd care to see? Yes, I'd, um... I'd like to see some photographs. Photograph? Is it silly of me, isn't it, sis? But it's such a big plant now and so impersonal. What was it like when it started, Mr. Warnsley? The plant, the employers, who was here in the beginning? Well, there's a picture on that wall behind you, Mrs. Garroway. Oh, yes. That's what I mean. Why, there's Alan. Alan in overalls. And you too, Mr. Warnsley. Yeah. But, uh, there's other three men. Two of them are still with us. The other one is there. Who was it, Mr. Warnsley? His name was Carl Stoyan. Wasn't my husband's brother working here then? Why isn't he in the picture? He was at his ranch the day it was taken. His ranch? Oh, yes. Um... What happened to the ranch? Well, Mr. Garroway took it over. Alan owns it. You see, I'd like to see that ranch. Well, I'm afraid that's not very practical. It's quite remote and fog is bad the time of the year. There is a caretaker. But I'd like to spend the day in the country. Uh, you could give me the keys, Mr. Warnsley. How's tendon to your hotel in the morning? Oh, and the directions, how to get there. I'm gonna close the map with the keys. You've been very kind. Thank you, Mr. Warnsley. Good day, Miss Garroway. You're looking for someone, Miss? Oh, hello. Um... I'm Mrs. Alan Garroway. How do you do? You're the caretaker? Why, uh, yes. Yes, I am. I've just been inspecting the house. Well, uh, I was just about to leave, but if there's anything I can do for you... Uh, tell me, uh, did you know Michael Garroway? Oh, yes, I did. I'm a close neighbor up the road. He left here very suddenly, didn't he? Yes. I guess he was a rather unpredictable person. Well, anyway, I think this is one of the most charming houses I've ever seen it. Well, it has dignity. It doesn't look as though it's been shut up at all, does it? Uh, no, no, no, no, it doesn't. It looks well as though it were waiting for someone. Waiting for someone? Uh, probably since that foolish, I suppose it is. Um, is that fair if I hear? Are we that close to the ocean? If you'd like, I'll show it to you. It's none of my business, Mrs. Garroway, but, um, did you have any special reason to come out here? Well, it was such a nice day, and I thought I... No, no. I came to learn more about Michael Garroway. You, uh, you'd better watch the path. It's sort of rocky here. Everyone seems to be so vague about him, except my husband, of course. I don't know why I'm bothering you with all this. Well, there's the ocean, Mrs. Garroway. Oh, darling, it's beautiful, isn't it? You know, it's amazing. Michael had so much. Why do people do the things they do to themselves? Why doesn't someone step in and stop them, help them? What about those people who refuse to be helped? Useless to even try. Oh, no, it's not. It's never used to. You feel quite deeply about it, don't you? That I do. Why is that sea, isn't it? Is that good swimming? No, no. There's a ripped tie. Oh, but it looks so calm. You can't always see that undercurrent, but it's there. Mm-hmm. Life's life. Far starting to roll in. It'll be getting dark soon. You going back to the house? Yes, in a moment. You go ahead. Thanks for taking me around and forgive my philosophical outlook. Oh, don't apologize for that. I think it's been very well said. Goodbye, Mrs. Garroway. His house. Michael's house. Just as he left it. But the world can't talk in the books of chairs. What are you doing here? Alan! What are you doing here? Alan, you frightened me so. You came here looking for something. I asked you not to pry. I asked you to forget about Mike. Alan, you didn't leave Seattle just because... One's the telephone. He said you'd ask him for the keys. Yes, I thought it was important that I come. You're my wife, Anne. You've never even seen Mike, and yet he's managed to get a hold on you and make trouble between you. Oh, darling, I'm only trying... He had a diabolic cleverness about pushing people around. He always knew how to get his own way. You keep saying, had and you, is he dead? How could I know if he's dead? I hope he is. Alan, how can you... Unless you think I can stand. He's got you sneaking around corners trying to find out things about him. What have you discovered? I'm here to help. Let's find out everything we can about him. A man who liked music and books, wouldn't you say? The strong, silent, philosophical type. He read your poetry and told you whimsical stories about his neighbors. You'd have fallen for that, wouldn't you, Anne? Oh, Alan, I'm sorry. I know you're sorry, but that doesn't help. Why couldn't you do as I ask? If there's anything else you want to know, ask me now. Don't ask Warmsley or the natives or the bellboys at the hotel. Ask me. I'll tell you anything if you'll only stop bringing him into our life. I was wrong to come here if he didn't want me to. But for you to shout at me and treat me as though I were a criminal. Alan, whatever I did, I did for us. To try to find out why it is he comes between us because of him. Our life together, he's hurting our marriage, and I... I want our marriage. Wait. We better start back to town. You want to go up to our rooms, Anne? Or would you rather have dinner first? I'd rather go up if you don't mind, I'd like... Alan, wait. What's the matter? Isn't that woman over there? No, the other way through it all right. This path was all separately convergent. Yeah, wait, no sort of bodily conversion. Did you ever see his wife? Anne, please. No, I want to listen. I saw her in Washington the day they arrived. She couldn't have looked out of here. Of course the poor girl had on a Sunday. That's been great. We can go up now, Alan. What are you thinking about, Anne? Those women in the lobby are going to let a couple of gossip throw you? They're being thrown by the truth. I was rather doubly that first night in Washington. You expected me to be, didn't you? I what? You could have waited for me to meet your friends, but the truth is if no one saw the before, you wouldn't get credit for the after, would you? Why should I want to do a thing like that? So you could exhibit me as your own invention, like the Galloway Distance Control. What do you mean by that? You know, Alan, I think I have a glimmering now of why you married me. I want to know what you meant about the distance control. I meant nothing by it. All right, what else do you think? Why did I marry you? You wanted another girl, but she fell in love with someone else. I happen to remind you of her. Only I was so terribly admiring of you. You thought if you could make me outshine you. Why, you're mad. Yes, Alan, I sometimes think I am. I have a feeling as though I was living in a dream haunted by your obsession, your hatred for your brother all around us. Anne. Anne, things between us look pretty black right now. It's hard to talk, but I do want to tell you that I love you. The way I acted at the ranch was unforgivable. I'll never speak that way to you again. I'll have to go back to Seattle. You'll have a couple of days to think. But when you do, try to keep a little old-fashioned trust and blind faith in our marriage. I want our marriage to end. It's very important to me. Yes, Alan, I'll try. Make a friend and you make an ally. There's a thought for you to keep in mind as many another American has. In 1864, Clara Barton gave up a successful job in the patent office in Washington and devoted the rest of her life to bringing physical and mental aid to the wounded and dying on the battlefield. At first, it was the soldiers of the American Civil War. But when the war ended, she was forced to go abroad to recuperate from nervous exhaustion. While she was in Switzerland, Napoleon declared war on Prussia. Clara Barton was urged to return to her own country. But she refused. She felt it was her duty to remain in Europe and help the wounded of this new war. It didn't make any difference to her if they were French or Prussian. She didn't ask the nationality of the sufferer when she stopped the flow of blood from a soldier's wound. In spite of many inconveniences and hardships, she traveled across the rugged German countryside to reach the Prussian frontlines. But there, she was told that the only way she could be allowed into a frontline camp would be as a prisoner of war. Clara Barton agreed. And as a prisoner until the end of the war, she continued to do her work with the wounded Prussian soldiers. After the war, she remained in Europe to help the defeated French. When she sailed for home in 1873, grateful Europeans bestowed on her many medals of honor, including the Gold Cross of Remembrance, the Jewel of the Red Cross, and the Iron Cross of Merit. Once again, an unselfish American had discovered that by helping others, you help your country. For Station Identification. Curtin rises on Act 3 of undercurrent, starring Joan Fontaine-Azan and Mel Ferrer as Alan. It's the following morning. With Alan back in Seattle, taking a non-invited call on Sylvia Burton. Very nice of you to see me, Miss Burton. You have a reason for coming here, I suppose. There are some questions I'm trying to find the answers to. I'm rather curious about a few things myself. As far as Alan is concerned, I despise him. Does that answer one of your questions? Not quite. I love him. If it's not Alan I want to know about it. Michael. I can imagine. All I know is that he and Alan had a terrible fight and Michael disappeared. He seems to be coming up more and more in our lives wherever we go, whatever we do. I've got to know more about him. My marriage, my happiness, my future seem to depend on it. And you'd like to know how close Mike and I were. Well, we weren't. I tried, but Mike wouldn't have it. I used to think it was because he had some sort of funny sense of loyalty since I'd met him through Alan. He was that thing you have to look for with a microscope. A gentleman. And that's the man your husband spread those lies about stealing money. I believe my husband, Miss Burton. Nonsense. You think he's lying and I know he is. Why? Because I'd been through this myself. When Mike disappeared I went crazy trying to find out what happened to him. And did you find out? Only that he'd been at his ranch. That was the last anyone saw of him. Except your husband. You see, I still think Mike is dead. You mean he was killed in the war? No, I don't mean he was killed in the war. Why hasn't he written to someone? I would like to know what happened to that last meeting, Mrs. Garroway. Ask your husband what kind of a fight was it and what happened to Mike. How dare you speak to me this way. I should never have come here. It isn't such a shocking idea, Mrs. Garroway. Not when you live with the problem. Hello? Yes. One moment, please. Seattle College. Here's your party, sir. Hello, Anne? Yes, Alan. I miss you so, darling. I miss you very much. I've been able to think. Oh, I'm so glad you said that. I'm so confused. No, darling, don't. Anne? Yes, Alan, yes. I'm going to devote the next few weeks to us. No, you're coming to Middleburg, Mrs. Garroway. I wish you'd told me. All right, George. I don't think you're glad to see me. Oh, no, ma'am. I'm real pleased. When will Mr. Alan be here? He'll be here later tonight. George, why do you wish I'd let you know? I just thought I had a little time to fix things up. Such as out there, George? Out there by the stables? A little time to tell whoever it is out there to go away? Miss Garroway, there ain't nobody out there, Miss Garroway. Oh, I don't mean no, Ben either. Just now when I was walking, the dog saw him. Bait saw him. Bait was all excited, jumping up and down and wagging his tail. But you didn't see nobody, ma'am? No, no, I didn't. It was too dark and I was frightening, I suppose. I came straight back here. Oh, let it pass. Please, Miss Garroway, let it pass. I can't, George. I'm not frightened now. I'm going back to the stables and look for my tail. Bait, Bait, come here, boy, come here. There's no one here now, is there, Bait? But he was here and you saw him, didn't you? You saw Michael. He's alive, isn't he? I thought that Sylvia Burton was right that Alan had killed him. But everything that Alan said about him is true. Michael's here and he's hiding. That's why, George... Oh, Bait, you can stop barking. Hey, that's no way to welcome me home. Well, Alan, take it easy. Better keep our voices down, your wife's in the house. You've seen my wife? Don't worry, she didn't see me. Why did you come back? Wouldn't you rather know why I went away? I didn't steal any money, Alan. You've been a long time denying it. It'd be kind of tough to prove you have the books pretty well rigged. But that's not what kept me away. It was Carl Stoyer. Stoyer's dead? Yes, dead and buried. Just a nice old German refugee who lived for one thing only, to get back at the Nazis. Do you remember that invention he was working on? Every man at the plant was working on an invention of some kind or another? That's right. But only Stoyer died. The coroner said it was an accident. He fell down the cellar steps. And what that got to do with me? It got a lot to do with you. Stoyer had a pet name for that invention of his. His Fahrenheit called it. He used to say, My fan will fix the Nazis. Your brother and me, we know. Someday my fan will pay them back. Fan, fan. I couldn't figure it out until it dawned on me that fan is the German word. It means distance. Fan stirring. Long distance control. That's why Stoyer died. He was murdered by somebody who wanted his invention. The distance controller was mine. It was Stoyer's. It made millions for you. Has the money been worth it, Alan? Has the money been worth killing for? You can't prove any of this. Maybe not. His warms leave the only other one who guessed. Because you're paying him off, aren't you? Well, anyway, I wanted to get out of the whole mess. That's why I disappeared. But it seems it has to be faced after all. I have met your wife. Here? Today? No. The ranch. She thought I was the caretaker. She's a fine girl, Alan. But she doesn't know about Stoyer, does she? Well, I'm here to make sure she finds out. If you think I killed Stoyer, what makes you think I wouldn't kill you? I believe you're capable of trying. No. Once I could have killed you. But not now. I can't kill you anymore than I can give Anne up. I'm going to keep her, Mike, for as long as I can. A minute, an hour, as long as I can. How can you think you have a right to her? What gives a man a right? Does love? Because I love her. You can take everything else, but not her, Mike. Not her. I never thought I would, but I'm crawling to you. She loves me. She's helping me. I've got a chance now. I can be all right. I never could be for her. What chances does she have, Alan? I'll tell her. Well, I'll have to do it my own time. Just a little time, that's all I'm asking, until I'm sure of her. I think you can be sure of her. Anne? I don't know. Oh, forgive me, darling. Forgive me. Forgive you? I'm so wrong. I've got to change something, and I'm too deeply ashamed. I thought such crazy things about you. I thought that... I thought you'd killed your brother. No, darling, listen to me. I thought that, and I was going away. I'd never see you again. You were going to leave me? I couldn't have stayed. I couldn't have endured... You couldn't have endured living with a murderer. Oh, but it's all over. I know he's alive. I'm able to breathe again. Yes, Anne. It is. It is over. And no one will ever come between us again. Oh, Alan, I wanted to listen to me. You remember that I once told you that Michael was your obsession? Yes. I was wrong. I think he's my obsession. I want to drive him away, but there's something unfinished somehow. I think if I could see him, hear him speak, then I'd know him the way you do, as a man not a shadow, someone who was cruel and wrong, and who has hurt you. Oh, I was so wrong about him. Everyone was. Everyone. Who did you speak to about Mike? Well, we are burdened. She thought you killed him. And you believed her? Or you're glad she was wrong? I'm glad. Oh, yes, Alan, yes. Then why are you wondering? That's why I decided to do this. He's still here in my mind somehow. You've got to help me. I don't understand it. Do you understand? Yes. Yes, I think I do. You're in love with him. You're in love with him, aren't you? No. How could I be in love with someone that I've never seen? I've seen a lot of Mike. A book, a poem, his house, a girl who once loved him. Aren't you jealous of Sylvia Burton? Why did you go to her? What did you really want to know? Alan, please. You go to anyone who could talk about Mike. You wanted to believe what they had to tell you. You never believed me. You don't believe me now. Stop it, Alan. Stop it. This wasn't my happiness. Our happiness. You were trying to find it with him. It's not true. You were so relieved just now, not because I hadn't killed him, but because he was alive. Will you leave me? Don't you see what you've done? You'll never leave me, Anne. Never. George. Good morning, Anne. You're up early. Didn't you sleep well? George. George is gone. I sent him into town. He won't be back until evening. I thought I'd go for a ride. I thought you need to break down the stall and let him get some exercise. I thought we could... Why are you trembling, Anne? Put down. Here. Have some coffee. Don't be afraid, Anne. There is no good. I know. But now I'm finally free. Thank you coffee, Anne. I mean, I ain't shaking. You're not going on being afraid the rest of your life, are you, Anne? Are you? Why run to your room? You can't lock yourself in. I've got the key, Anne. Hey, there. Anyone else? Oh, hello, Mrs. Foster. Come in. Your wife's up yet? Yes, I think so. Shall I call her? Well, it's a fine morning for a ride. Yes. Yes, it is. You must have had the same idea you dressed for. Well, yes, I... Oh, there you are. Welcome home, my dear. How about coming over for breakfast and a ride? I'd like to very much. Wonderful. I'll expect you in half an hour. How's that? Oh, but I can be ready in just a moment. This gets for breakfast, Mrs. Foster? With my own two hands. And just while you taste them. Nothing like them in the whole world. Mrs. Foster, there's something I must tell you. I must speak to you. Well, that's fine, dear. We'll have a leisurely breakfast and all morning to get acquainted in. See you soon, dear. I'll walk out with you, Mrs. Foster. What's the matter with the bride, Alan, a quarrel? Oh, not a quarrel, exactly. Oh, don't worry. It's natural the first year getting acquainted. What horse are you going to ride? The stallion, naturally. Just make sure you don't give him to her. He's a mean one, Beth. Alan, Alan, do we have to come this way? Can't you handle your horse? I gave you the mare. But I'm not a good rider, Alan, this cliff. I thought if we took the trail along the cliff you'd enjoy the view. It is beautiful, isn't it? That's easy to say. I can't hold him in. But there's not wrong for both of us. That is narrow, isn't it? Quite a drop to the gorge, Anne. 200 feet. Alan, you're pushing me. Well, then use your spurs, go on ahead. Alan, Alan, please, don't, please, don't, please. You want to leave me, Anne, don't you? You want to go to Michael? I'll send you to him now. Alan! You little fool, go on, run away. See how far you'll get. Anne. Anne. Did your horse throw you? It's quite a bruise on your head. Or did you hit a low branch? It hurts, doesn't it, Anne? Nothing's going to hurt you anymore. I'm going to kid you, Anne. They'll think you broke your stupid little neck when your horse... Get away! Hello, Doctor. Doctor, this is Mrs. Foster. There's been a terrible accident. Alan Garaway, he's dead. That stand-up of his must have gone crazy or something. Kicked him to death, it looks like. You'd better come right out, Doctor. It probably hurts too. That music is beautiful, Anne. Who's playing? My father. He always does well by Chopin. I like your father, Anne. I'm so glad he was able to come down here. Oh, my, Mrs. Foster. You're all right. Staying on here at Middelburg all these weeks. Doing your getting well here. It took courage to face it out. Most people would have run away. Hard to run away in a wheelchair. Dr. Hill says, by next week... That's really why I stayed. Not because of courage, I haven't. Here you are, darling. On us George's priceless exam. Father! Well? Who's playing the piano? I thought you were. You have a visitor. Oh, no. I can't see him. I'm not ready yet. I can't. Yes. Yet I've sent for him. I'll wheel you in. I can manage alone. I think I'm you. Not at the ranch, but afterwards. I think I'm you. You've sent for me? Yes. It seems that now I'm a very rich woman. Yes. Wrong for me to have it. It belongs to you. No. No, it belongs to someone who's dead now. Same as Tabitha. I'm a bad liar, my child. I didn't send for you because of the money. The lawyers could have handled that. I wanted to know you. Not that you do. I'm happy to know you, Michael. There are other things I must tell you all. I won't forget, Alan. I loved him very much. Not at the end, it was silent. But I did love him. I know. He almost got you killed. I was here the night before. I saw Alan talk to him. I should never have left. I looked for you, Michael. I went away that night because... Because... I was full of guilt about my feelings for you. I had no business to feel the way about you, that I did my brother's wife. I won't talk about it now, but... someday. Yes, Michael. The moment our tires will return. The town of Cotsabua, Alaska, had very little defense against the fire, which raced through it on a winter's night. In a few hours, houses, stores, and other buildings had burned to the ground, and many people were homeless. But a unit from the 11th Air Division, stationed nearby, took charge and made space for the people to stay overnight, set up temporary shelters and mess tents. And the next day, they set to work to rebuild the town. On off-duty hours throughout the next few weeks, they worked as carpenters, painters, bricklayers, plumbers, and electricians. And from their example, the people of Cotsabua took heart. As the town was rebuilt, so their hope for the future was rekindled. Such acts by you and your friends today are shaping our world of tomorrow. Now, Mr. Cummings, with our star. And here they are, stepping forward to the footlights. Joan Fountain and Mel Pharrell. Hello, Mr. Cummings. What about next week's play? A fantastic story filled with suspense that will keep you right on the edge of your chair. It's 20th Century Fox's man on a tightrope. The exciting adventure of a circus owner who makes a wild dash for freedom in a foolhardy attempt to escape from terror and oppression. As our stars, one of the finest actors of stage or screen, Edward J. Robinson. And co-starring in the part of his lovely daughter will be Terry Moore. Oh, we'll be looking forward to that, Irving. Good night. Good night. Good night. This is an exciting evening. Radio Theatre is produced by Mr. Irving Cummings. Our orchestra is under the direction of Rudy Schrager. This is Ken Carpenter inviting you to join us next week at this same time for another presentation of the Hollywood Radio Theatre. The theater is a presentation of the United States Armed Forces radio and television service.