 Lux presents Hollywood. Video theater is proud to present Photo Play magazine's gold medal award screenplay, Ballet of Decision, starring Greer Garson and Gregory Peck. Ladies and gentlemen, your producer, Mr. William Keely. Greetings from Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen. Tonight we present a play you've all been waiting for. A play that was chosen not by us, but by you of the motion picture audience. It is Metro-Goldman Mayor's Screen Epic, The Valley of Decision, selected as America's favorite motion picture of 1945 in a nationwide poll made by Dr. George Gallup's audience research incorporated. After tonight's performance, Valley of Decision, its stars, director and producer will receive Photo Play magazine's coveted gold medal award. Our stars tonight who play their original screen roles are Greer Garson, who for the second time in two years has been voted America's favorite actress and Gregory Peck, whose meteoric rise to stardom has been scarcely duplicated in screen history. 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Here were the shacks, the homes of hundreds of workers, and Irish all of us. Here I lived with my widowed sister and my father, Patrick Rafferty. I'd been looking for work, and one morning, word came that I'd found it. What? What kind of work, Mary? House service, Pop, darling. It's all set. Providing a lady likes me personality. Personality? What's that? They looked at me. Mary, what lady? Will you start getting mad right now, Pop? Why? Because the house where I'm going, it's the house of William Scott. Now, now, Pop, take it easy. The man that took these legs from me? The man that made me a cripple for life? Pop, dear, it was an accident. And Mr. Scott's page of full wage has ever since. Yours was an accident, and him tossing a bit of charity and forgetting all about it. By the holy sense, he won't forget about it when we get our union. With me while I have to work, darling. Won't you say good luck to your Mary? I would if he was going up there to poison them. Open the door. Let me wheel myself out of here. Yes, Pop. A little sunshine will do you good. Why are you trying this atch? You mean the church and the soot of the Mary? But no blacker the church and the soar of the Scott to put it there. What's getting worse, Kate? Worth all the time. Nothing to do but nurse his hatred for the Scott. Someday it'll drive him mad. Mary, I saw Jim Brennan. I told him maybe I had a job. He said he'd board here if I'd rent your empty room. No, isn't that just like him to be wanting to help us again? He's such in love with your Mary. I should be loving him too, but I do not. Well, off with you before your night. Good-bye, Kate, dear. Good luck, Mary. Let's go by way of the key. Mary Rafferty entered our house the same afternoon I returned from England. And my brother Willie came back from Boston with his fiancee and her parents. We were having a dinner party that night. Delia, our housekeeper, found plenty of work for them. You've been fine, Mary. Fine. Oh, well, now I've got to go and help the cook. Oh, but, Delia, the dinner table, it doesn't set. Delia, lush girl, that's nothing to the service bill. But it's for me, is it not? It's only Mr. Ted and Mrs. Constance. Yeah, it's still ringing. And I say don't worry about it. Just put them in their place right now and they'll stay there. Oh, listen, Bridget, guide me. I'll be back later. Now be careful of the china. I will. Forks. Three forks for everybody. The fish fork, the fork for the roast, or a little fella for the salad. Three spoons. The service plate stay on for the soup. And two wines like these. I'd like for you. Did you know, Miss Constance, spoons are nice all right. Not very well, I could get off to a bad start with me. Oh, here you are. Mary's a name, isn't it? Mary's right, Mr. Ted. Fish fork and salad fork. My mother says that you might be the Irish answer to good Presbyterian prayers. Oh, that's nicer. Confidentially, Mary, we rarely run this place. Connie and I. The spoons on the right were the nice. Do you know? That's what we're doing in my country. Oh, hello, Delia. You were meeting a new maid. Straighten your tie and get into the drawing room. What'll the gay lords think? They'll think their daughter has very delightful in-laws to be. If you ask me, Julie, it's too nice. The brother will ask now. If you ask me, we'll be having two sisters-in-law very soon. Yes, you should have seen Louise Cain when she saw Paul. She kissed him. Your brother's just back from England. I kissed him too. Now, inside with you, inside. Come on, Connie. I don't think we're wanted here. Kippen, forgive me, that lie. That lie, Delia? About Louise Cain and Mr. Paul. Oh, he doesn't care that far. But Mr. Ted was right. She'll hook him one of these days. Oh, but she's lovely looking. I'm real sweet, Delia. Sweet? Huh? Oh, she turns it on and off like a faucet. But she'll get him with her living next door and scheming and conniving. Oh, isn't that girl the finger ball? Finger ball? There, on the second shelf. Finger ball? Hmm, they dip their fingers in him and wipe their mouths. Oh, just very elegant, Mary. I never expected to see the likes of it in all my life. It will be like a box as well. You go set the table, then I'll be ready in half an hour. Oh, I'll never get it done inside, Mary. It's done. It's praised as saying it's done. I've set the table. You have? Oh, sir. I didn't see you. You're new around here. Just today, sir. What's your name? Mary Rafferty, sir. Well, Mary. I'm not a social man now. It's been enough. For me? Of course. Oh, he thinks I couldn't do it, sir. All those grandkids in there. Well, all you do is catch mother's eye and say, dinner's served, ma'am. Dinner is served. Oh, now it's served. Couldn't you do it yourself? Could you not just whisper it to your mother? Oh, my brother Willie would never forgive me. Would have breached you of the proprieties. Breached you the heart, sir? Never mind. I'm going inside now. You follow me. Yes, ma'am. Who haven't built us the most important thing? Oh, certainly. Dinner is served, ma'am. Why wouldn't you and Mary get it now? Oh, not until June, Louise. Daddy, should we get married in Boston? Do come with me. Please, ma'am. Dinner is served. Excuse me, ladies. Mother, I think dinner's ready. What? Oh, Mary. Dinner is now, ma'am. Thank you, Mary. Well, shall we go in? I did it. I did it. I did it. You're old and rigid. Thank you. You managed just on talking business. It's time for us to go inside. Mary, the gentlemen will have to go out. Yes, ma'am. Now then, Mr. Gaylord, you were about to say something. Yes, Mr. Scott, I was. About Andrew Carnegie. The garner? Yes. You're wondering, Mr. Gaylord, why I don't throw our meals in with Carnegie. Frankly, we can't understand why you won't come in with us. Well, there are a number of reasons. You're looking at three of them now. Paul, Willie, and Ted, my sons. I own my own puddle, Mr. Gaylord, and that's where I'm going to stay. But if it's security, you won't... But it's not just a question of security, we... Oh, I beg your pardon, Father. That's all right, Paul. Speak up. Well, I... Well, you see, Mr. Gaylord, my father's father started the Scott Mill with nothing more than his bare hands. It's become a giant of a thing, sir, but it's got a heart and a soul. Steel is as much a part of us as... Well, it's the blood in our veins. And so are the men who work for us. When we accomplish something, we know it because of the feeling we get in our hearts. And if we sold out, it would be like... Well, like something dying. Here you see, sir, my sons are my partners. It's their mill, too. And with God's help, it'll be here for their son. Well, gentlemen, I guess I have my answer for Mr. Carnegie. Oh, Mary! We'll have a brandy in the drawing room. By the way, Dad, you'll be at the mill in the morning. If I don't die in my sleep, why? Oh, just a new idea. I'd like to talk over with you and Willie. Well, if it can wait till the morning, could we join the ladies? I forget you're inside, Willie. Come on. And that's the whole idea, Father, an open-heart furnace. But it'll take a fortune in experiments. Why do we want to bother with it? Willie! An open-heart furnace? Oh, you really think well of it. If we can perfect it, we can make any kind of steel we want. Soft, hard, pliable ridges. That's why they have more varieties of steel in German than we have here. Oh, there isn't about time you sat back and started to enjoy yourself. You mean loaf? Well, yes. All any time you're ready, the money is at your disposal. I'm ready now, Dad. I've spoken with Jim Brennan. Brennan? He's no better man in the mill than Brennan, but he's all for organizing a union here. I'm pretty sure the open-heart will take his mind off the union. Now, go ahead. Let me know when there's something to see. Time, Jim, past two o'clock. I haven't a wit left in my head, Paul. Let's go at it again tomorrow. On Sunday? Sure. I've something to show you. A model I've been fluttering with. Where do you live? At Pat Rafferty's. Pat Rafferty's? Haven't you forgotten my name is Scott? That's my point. That'll be after the late mass. And the bells will warn us when church is out. I'll be there at ten o'clock. You like it? Looks good, Jim. Looks fine. It's just a model, remember? The real thing will take months to build. Oh, I could show it to my father and see if... What's that? It's them. They've come home. I never a church bell did I hear. You come to church with us again next Sunday, Mary? Sure, God's yard. With you and Jim, we're home. Man, if we'd have sent you... Oh, I didn't know you had company, Jim. Good morning, Mr. Paul. Hello, Mary. Mr. Paul? The gentleman is Mr. Paul Scott. Scott? There's just one person Scott's welcome. And that's six foot down. Well, that's pretty definite, Mr. Rafferty. But why? Because Scott's a blather and jackass. Blather, says you. Why am I in a wheelchair? Well, me legs, because one day, after working twelve hours, I'm dizzy with the heat and sweat as a male. I lost him. This Scott will be everlasting, the crack in the whip over slams while those are dead. Fuck you, don't know what you're saying. I utter your mind, Rafferty. It's all right, Jim. I shouldn't have come here. I'm sorry, Mary. Oh, how could you, Father? How could you? Go on. Come back to bending your knee to the man that clippings your father. I'm not ashamed of this job. Thank the Lord is in the house of decent people where there's no hate and curses. That door is open. Yes. Goodbye. Goodbye, Jim. Okay, I'll see you next Sunday. Will you walk home with me, Mary? Mr. Paul, I can't take a watch of Jim. He's a madman. He's a big killer. I'm so distressed. I don't know why. Oh, here now, here. All the neighbors are looking at us. You don't want people to think I've been beating you, do you? Come on, Mary. It's a fine day for what? Mary, Mary, still full of tears and you haven't spoken a word. Here from the top of this hill, Mary, you can see all of Pittsburgh. Why don't you sit down? Yeah. Cry it all out. I feel better now. Really, I do, sir. Oh, look, sir, there below us. The river and the mill. You know, to me, those bricks and furnaces, they're... well, they're human. The giants of a thing with a heart and a soul as much a part of you as the blood in your veins. Wow. Where'd you hear that? My first night at the house, sir. Eavesdropping, eh? Over here in the college. You're a pretty girl, Mary. Oh, it's not getting late, sir. I have to be getting home. Well, we're both getting home. Together? Unless you're ashamed to be seen with me. Oh, no, sir. Oh, indeed not, of course not. Good, then. Come on. I'll see you home in plenty of time. Holy saints, here we are at the front gate that anyone saw me. Well, hello. Oh, hello, Louise. I'll get round the back way now, Mr. Paulin. Thank you. What did he do for you, Mary? Oh, sure, he just laughed and said nothing at all. Well, Paulin, working with the health on Sunday? Yes. And getting absolutely nowhere. Well, come in, Louise. As the months went by, Mary Rafferty with the kindness her understanding with the thousand and one things she did unbidden for all of us became more and more one of our family. She was devoted to my mother and to my sister Constance. She was like a wise and protective older sister. It was quite natural, then, that Mary should accompany us when we all went up to Boston for Willie's marriage. On the boat coming home, quite late at night, it was, Mary found Connie, her head poked out of her stateroom window, talking to a strange gentleman all day. Oh, hello, Mary. Well, I'd better run along now, Mr. Paulin. Well, if I don't see you in the morning, no, you'll find me in bed, sir. Good night. I hope so. Get away from that window, Miss Constance, and open your door. Yes, Mary. Look at you. I don't believe it. Talking to a strange gentleman is bad enough. But in your nighting... Oh, he's not a strange gentleman. That was the Earl of Moulton and he was at Willie's wedding in your nighting. Oh, now, Mary, it was all perfectly respectable. He was out there and I was in here and besides, he's in her own. I think he's perfectly beautiful and I always said when I live in the palace and we'll know all the wicked people in your... Into bed with you. That's exactly where I was going. Humph. Dive into prayer, she says. Just bounces into bed without even asking a blessing. Say enough prayers on Sunday. What shall I pray for? A titled husband? You might pray to the Saviour to have mercy on your soul. Can a Presbyterian say, have mercy on my soul? He hears Presbyterian too. Good night, Miss Constance. Mary, I told Lord Moulton you were my dearest friend. I meant it too. Thank you, Connie. All is done the with time. Mary, I've told you so many times I don't like Mr. Paul. Oh. Then shall I tell the uncook and the rest? They mustn't be calling you Mr. Paul. Mary, what were you thinking about? I was just thinking that all my life I've lived by a rhythm. This is the first time I've ever seen water so beautiful, Mr. Paul. Hey, I don't know what to say. Well, you could call me, uh, hey, or look here, well now, anything but don't call me Mr. Paul. Well, hey, look here and well now, I'm visiting all three of you, could you? Not yet. Hey, look here and well now, it's getting late. Mary, come here. I'm not going to apologize, Mary. I'm not sorry. I'm glad I can see you. But then, can we just forget all about it, Mr. Paul? I don't know, Miss Rafferty. Can we? At the moment, we'll bring you the second act of the belly of decision, starring Greer Garson and Gregory Peck. And now here's Libby Collins, our Hollywood reporter. What's this week's item, Libby? Oh, I've been traveling, Mr. Keely. I'm the actress, Mr. Seeker and the Santa Fe. Oh, to the south west. Oh, you're right. I've just seen a preview of the new metrogone mayor musical, The Harvey Girls. Starring one of Hollywood's top favorites, and mine, Judy Garland. What part does she play? Well, Judy's a waitress in one of those famous restaurants of the 1890s. Hmm, she's so pretty and pretty in that starchy uniform she wears. Think what an experience it would be to have Judy Garland serve you a meal. I bet you wouldn't know whether you were eating a sandwich or a salad, Mr. Kennedy. That's it, Libby. All I'd see would be those big, dark eyes and that lovely... Lovely luxe complexion. That's it, Libby. As you know, Judy Garland, the leading lovely in The Harvey Girls, is also one of our leading luxe girls. Luxe toilet soap never had a more enthusiastic fan. Duty-fined, active leather facials are just right for her skin, and her complexion is really something. 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I didn't expect you to come home through the kitchen. I wouldn't have come home at all. My father doesn't think I'm getting enough sleep. He sent McCrady for me. Oh, that's where McCrady went. What are you doing at this time of night? I'm just fixing your guide her food. So, dad thought I should get a good night's sleep, eh? I'll take this tray up to study for you. Can't I eat here? You wish, sir. I do wish. Mary, I'm licked. The furnace is a failure. Well, now, I suppose your father knows what he's talking about, doesn't he? Why? Well, didn't I hear him tonight? The end was coming along to beat the band. Oh, you should have seen his pride in it. Oh, waste of money. The waste of time. It just won't work. You mind the story of the Irishman named Bruce? Irishman named Bruce? Yes, indeed. Him hiding in a cave, licked entirely in all despair and watching a spider trying to make his way. Well, the spider kept swinging and missing and swinging and missing. Couldn't they get into his hall of charge? He never stopped trying. And finally, he made it, Mr. Bruce. He gave a bigger room. He burst out of his cave and he raised it here entirely. In Scotland, I think Bruce would have got one, Mary. Who cares what they think in Scotland? But how could your furnace be a failure and you're the best steelman in all? My father said that? No, Jim Brennan. When? Down at the flat last Sunday. But you were here last Sunday. You were here all day. Oh. Oh, come on. Well, it must have been some other time. You sent McCready for me tonight. Didn't you? I was that worried. Your father said he was afraid you were becoming discouraged altogether. And that's all he said? Yes. Well, I won't quit, Mary. I promise. I know that. Mary. If I do, Mary. If the hearth works, unless I can come home and talk to you about it, it won't mean very much. Let me finish. No, don't. Don't, Jim. There isn't anything in this world as big as the way I feel about you, Mary. I see you flitting through this house, taking care of this, and you're always at a distance. You belong close, Mary. Right here. In my arms. Please, please let me go. You love me, Mary. You know you do. And if I love the grounds you walk down, there's nothing can come up. Marry me, darling. Please, marry me. Paul. I'm a servant in this house. This family is good to me. Do you want to see me make them a laughing stocking and people will call me a scheming connider? Stop it, Mary. It's true. It's true. Paul knows. All I know is that I love you. Mary, don't go. Please. Yes, ma'am. It's me. Mary, did you happen to hear Mr. Paul mention when he'd be coming home tonight? He is home, ma'am. He's in the kitchen. The kitchen. I have to stop her, ma'am. He was hungry. Don't go, Mary. Ma'am. Cheers, Mary. That varies a little well, ma'am. I have to be leaving you, Mrs. Scott. Leaving? Truly, I don't want to. But it's my father, ma'am. And my sister. He has to get out in his wheelchair. And my father, I mean. And Mr. Scott doesn't have to worry about the tears of the baby and all of them. And so I thought that your brain wouldn't work for you, Mary. Mary, my dear, going back to the flat won't solve anything. I asked you where Paul was because something happened tonight and I wanted to tell him. But I think I'll tell you first. Nothing's wrong, ma'am. Oh, no, nothing's wrong. Oh, you were so sudden. Connie and the Earl of Malton ran off tonight and were married. Married? So young. But they seemed very much in love. And Mr. Scott, ma'am? It was quite a blow, but he finally shook Giles' hand. They're leaving tomorrow for England. England? Yes, Mary Anne. Connie asked if I would let you go with me. Oh, please, ma'am. Yes? She wants you to go with me. And dear ma'am, would you like me to go? There's nothing I want to do. Only you want to do something, sister. Well, ma'am, if I could give more help over there than here. And I... Well, I always hoped that one day I was present. I surely would have been very persistent. I tried to do it. So you'd be a blackie. Good morning will be time enough for your answer. I know now, ma'am. I... I just have to get to this. Look at this piece of steel. Right? That comes to you about a gym? I don't just make railways with steel like this. Building them bridges that can swing with the breeze. It's a miracle. Wait a minute. What? A miracle? Didn't she come in? About an hour. Last night I sent Paul home. He comes back later. Full of brandy, you worry. I'm talking about an Irishman named Bruce. We run the heat up and here's what we call it. The finest piece of steel in the world. I... Mary, what are you doing here? Pop... Pop, I'm on my way to England. I just dropped in today, sister Pop. Why are you going so sudden? Because... It's some mass sugar, self-interest. That's a long time. Make it sick. If you couldn't see when she comes back to you, I'll give her a cut, then. You'll find their machinery rips and then with it. They'll be nothing at a time. Not while I'm the head of the union. Come on, Mary. Oh, Jim. My father could do that by devil. Ah, it was only the start to drive him crazy. Mary, clearly you know how it feels for you. It might be better if you stay here and marry me. Pop, all's well. But that's the finest thing to say. I'm going to England with Miss Constantine, all right? Is that better than being with me? Oh, it's not, that's true. It's Paul Scott. He wanted me to marry him. There you have it. What does he know? Oh, it's a Scott night. We're... we're putting the ocean between us. Ah, Roger on, dear. She wouldn't like it, Jim, dear. And so I left Paul Scott and was gone. And the distance widened with every drill, month. And many letters he wrote, enough to break my heart. So full were they of his love. But I could not answer for I had come to England to go out of his life. And then in time, Paul's letters became fewer and fewer, until they were none at all. But now and again he wrote Connie with news of the family, and the mills. And he didn't see, and I'll tell you, everything he wrote. When I've hunked the guy up, where? Aren't you? Not in the least. Oh, no, no, you have to have a heart in your bosom. Sure. Four birds have half the mills when you trip birds and then close by stars. These birds have been bad again at college. These birds are poor kids. Oh, and, uh, this. Louis Payne is with us a great deal now. He's kind and sweet, and a great comfort to mother. Well, I think that's what happens when you have a heart in your bosom. Oh, married? I've been married. Do you think it would have been a proper marriage? You're right. Why not? Can you see me at the big table, dining? Is Julia and William there? I mean, trying to make conversation with your Pittsburgh friends. And Paul just sitting and watching to see if anyone's even looking at bosom. But you wouldn't have to live in Pittsburgh. Oh, if you were Ted or will he have been chipped off the old block? I'd have married Paul and gone with him wherever he wanted. What? Yes, but your selfishness sucks. Every one of them. Paul's the only hope your father has. The whole world, and Paul's a great deal now. Tony, why can't you mind your own business? Oh, no. I wish we were like it was once to be. Well, maybe we wouldn't be yet. People do change, but the good ones came. The good ones came. Kind and sweet, Paul says to me. Will you marry her, won't you? Louis. Call me mother? Sit down, Paul. Your father's worried about you. Yes, Paul, I am. It's not natural the way you shackle yourself in a mill. But I like my work. I like my work, too. But I still found time to call your mother. Hey, what's this all about? Louise Cays. She's a fine girl, Paul. Oh. Didn't mother tell you? I didn't look in, Paul. Tell me what? I'm in love with someone else, Dad. Man never to know what goes on in his own home. Who is this girl? Mary Rafferty. Mary Rafferty? She could have married Paul if she wanted. He would have left Pittsburgh in the mill and broken your heart. Well, why didn't he marry? Because she wouldn't have him. Wouldn't have him, eh? Wouldn't have him. What are you thinking of, father? Eh? Oh, nothing. Nothing. Miss Mary Rafferty. You're a vile of molten oak veil manor, such a tingling. Please return to Pittsburgh at once and do this old man the honor of marrying his son, sign William Scott. Is that you? Oh, Mrs. Scott. Oh, my dear. How well you look. Oh, how sweet. Oh, Mary Paul will be here any moment. Yes, ma'am. Mr. Scott told me driving home from the station. It's a strike at the mill. That's why he didn't meet you. He's been a Jim Brennan trying to arrange terms to settle it. Welcome home, Mary. Oh, I'm so wonderful to be here again. Mary, where is it? What, ma'am? You're broke. You've lost it. Oh! Sure it is coming along with me luggage, ma'am. I'm so excited I have many brains at all and all. Not after what Mrs. Scott's been saying to me. But inside of me, I'm still scared. It must be a sin to be so happy. Mary, darling, you're witch-hunting. Am I? Say it again. Tell me I'm witch-hunting. Tell me the devil hasn't gotten me up on a high mountain and showing me all the cities of the world in their quarry. Mary, where is she? Mary! Look up the stairs. Mary! Pa! Very darling. Let me have a good look at you. Oh, darling, when I got the cable on the boat coming over, I just couldn't think. You knew I'd be waiting here for you. You knew it. Two years. Two long years. What a waste of time. Oh, holy, some rigid water waste. Pa! Yes? I'm sorry, but I must talk to you right away. We'll be right down. Willie's here following with bad news. The strike? About the strike? I'm into the library. I wait here in the hall. I'll be just a moment, darling. Well, Willie? I've planned to amend on the flat. Informers? Detectives have just learned Brandon as men are planning violence. I don't believe it. No, I didn't think you would. Dad, I thought I was to handle the strike. Yes, and the mills are still closed. Now, I've got hundreds of men lined up in Duffield. They're good, tough fighting men. But you can't bring in strike breakers. They'll break the skulls of men we've worked with all our lives. Whose skulls you're worried about? William Scott's or Patrick Rafferty's? Stop this. Stop it. Oh, I'm sorry, Mary. I'll find a welcome home for you. My father. He's making trouble. Oh, it's just that your father hasn't changed, Mary. Please, now, don't worry. I lost my temper, Pa, I'm sorry. But the fact still remains you've gotten nowhere with the strikers. Yeah, Mary, the people if Pa weren't concerned about them, he'd be less than decent. Dad, Jim Brennan's my friend. I know whatever he does, he'll fight clean. But we've got to get together and talk. Then they know where to find me. Look, Dad, they won't come down to the mill. They're off the payroll, and they figured they've got no place there. Listen, how do you believe me? That mob's coming here. Now, come over to the window and see for yourself. There are your loyal workers for you. I'll do no business with the mob. Dad, they're not here to sell any business. Listen, oh, get back. Stand back, father. They're throwing rocks at me. Run away from them. Let me open that window. I'll talk to them. Look out! Oh! Oh, darling. It's all right. It's all right. Willie's in the middle of the doffing, how you see it? Darling, it's nothing. I'm all right. Willie! Yes, yes. Go to Duffield and bring those men back with you. If you're hurry, you can catch the two o'clock. Yes, father. Dad, don't do it. It wasn't Jim Brennan. It wasn't the Union. Those men out there, they're just a bunch of hoodluck. Go on, Willie. Get your thug. Oh, no, wait. Can't we do something? I'm sorry, Mary, but if these strikers want war, we'll give it to them. This is CBS, The Columbia Broadcasting System. In a moment, we'll bring you Act 3 of the Valley of Decisions, starring Greer Garson and Gregory Peck. Here in Hollywood, the world's capital of feminine loveliness, we're apt to take beauty for granted. It's hard to be complacent, though, when you find yourself in the presence of really classic beauty. I wish you could all see Miss Helen O'Hara, the young Metro-Goldman male actress who appears before my dazzled eyes tonight. Miss O'Hara, how does it feel to be the answer to a cameraman's dream? Really, Mr. Keely, I don't know what to say, except thank you. Have you always wanted to be in pictures? Well, you might say I grew up with the idea. My father is an artist, and I've acted as his model since I was 14. And my mother was a musical comedy, and a Ziegfeld Follies girl. And what movies have you appeared in? As Thousand's Cheer, and now I have a part in Metro-Goldman's new production, Ziegfeld Follies. And your mother was a Follies girl? Yes. It's thrilling to play the same kind of part in pictures that my mother played on the stage. You'll make a lovely Ziegfeld girl, Miss O'Hara, especially with that very beautiful complexion of yours. May I say it's a perfect example of what we mean by a luxe complexion. Why, thank you, Mr. Kennedy. You're right about my being a luxe girl. I decided long ago that if luxe toilet soap is such a favorite with famous stars, it ought to be a daily beauty care you can depend on, and it is. And that's the reason that nine out of ten Hollywood stars and hundreds of starlets use luxe toilet soap. They know they can depend on this fine beauty soap to give their precious complexion's gentle, cherishing care. Here's something every woman can do who thinks her skin could be smoother, softer, lovelier. Get some of Hollywood's own beauty soap, luxe toilet soap, tomorrow. Use it regularly for a while. Then see if you're not delighted with the fresh new beauty it gives your skin. Mr. William Keely returns to the microphone. After the play, when our stars will take their curtain calls, we welcome to the stage one of Hollywood's outstanding personalities, Mr. Louis V. Mair, executive in charge of production for Metro-Goldman Mair Studios. Meanwhile, we raise our curtain on Act Three of the Valley of Decisions, starring Greer Garson as Mary and Gregory Peck as Paul. Early that night, with William on his way to Duffield, I left the Scott Harris and went to the flat, hoping against hope that Jim Brennan would listen to me. As the head of the Union, he could stop any further. They must be talking about the strike. You just back from across the sea and how fine you look. Jim, Jim, where's Pop? Outmaking speeches against the Scott. There's trouble, Jim. Willie Scott has gone to Duffield for strike breakers. Strike breakers? But it's not too late. You can still stop them if only you meet with Mr. Scott. Paul sent you to tell me that. He did not. But I promise you, Paul will be there with his father, backing you up. Oh, please, Jim. Go to the mills. Salute Scott's armed guards. I'll never do that. Never. Fools and girls who want this... Jim, let Pop now. Pop! Pop, darling! Mary. Mary Angel. Oh, it's so good to see you again. Mary. I've missed you so, darling. Oh, never to let a man know. To just come out of thin air. What say to please Blanche here, Mary? Darling, darling, I've got a bit of news for you. Now, please, Pop, don't get mad now. About the Scott. Yes, and just for once try to understand. I'd come home, Pop, to marry Paul Scott. Yes, I understand. Even after all this time, you still turn against your own. You'll love where your father hates. With a hate that's got the blessing of God on it. I'm reaching into high heaven to put a curse on this Mary. Pop, no! Bear me with this, Jim Pannon. If my daughter ever brings any scotch into this world, may they judge me dead. Mary. Mary, darling, don't look like that. If we're going to meet with Scott, there's no time to lose. Do you hear me, Mary? Come along with me. I'll talk to my men now. If you shouldn't have come to the mill, Paul, the doctor told you to stay in bed. I'm all right. And Mary let you leave? Mary wasn't home. Ted, she's been gone since morning. If I were as lucky as you, I'd never let her out of my sight. You know, for Mary, I might even stop drinking. That's enough, Ted. You've made the arrangements for well-lit men. They'll be here on the 330 train. How do you know? We just had a telegram from Willie. Dad, we're not going to like them the next few hours. As long as we live, we're not going to like them. Paul! Mary. Mr. Scott, this may upset you all terribly. There isn't much time and somebody had to do it. You what? I just pledged my word to Jim Pannon and the rest that you'd talk with me. Where did you say I'd meet them? I was on the bridge, sir, between the mill and the flat. That'll be halfway for anyone who wants to conceal. And I said you'd come without the guards. Oh, sir, the men will behave right. What did you say about the men from Duffield? That you'd send an order to Willie at the station to pay the brooks off and send them back for they belong. Well, I... I see I've had a busy morning. Dad, it's our chance. Do it, Dad, please. Where's Brennan now? He'll be coming this minute with the men to meet you on the bridge. And the train's due in half an hour. Get it? Yes, sir. I'm going to write a note. Take it to the station right away. And don't you or Willie leave there until the strike breakers have gone back to Duffield. Yes, sir. Three. Three-thirty. Where's that special train from Duffield? Sorry, Mr. Ten, she's running a little late. A little late, huh? Well, just enough time to have a couple of quick ones. Yes, sir. There's some little men across the street. Good, good. Just a couple. A couple won't hurt. Gotta get that note to Willie. Yes, sir. This is it, Paul. Here they come, Dad. Jim's bringing them just like Mary said he would. Paul, the guards. You spoke to them? They'll not come near this bridge unless trouble starts and there'll be no trouble. Let's get this over with. Stop here, man! Men, this is the first good moment I've known since this bad business began. My son here has told me, as he's told you, that concessions are in order. And I assure you, I stand on that side. Hey! All right, brethren, what are your demands? First, five cents an hour increase for every man in the middle. Prices have been shooting sky-high since the panic, Mr. Scott. All right, the increase is granted. Second, iron guards and all machines to protect against accidents. Granted. Third, recognition of our union and the promise of a closed shop. Well, I've always tried to be a fair employer, but if you think you want a union, I'll not stand in your way. I'll recognize the union, but as long as I live, I'll never refuse a job to any man willing to do an honest day's work. There you have it now, you fools! You want to go through this suffering and starvation? Oh, and I am the speed share! You've been listening to this catering! Has any man here ever known me to lie to him? No, sir. Don't you understand? We too want to go back to work. We're in this thing together, and that's the way we want it. I say that afternoon, Jim Brennan, and my father, Patrick Rafferty, and Paul's father, William Scott. When I sat keeping awake in our house in the flat, I prayed that Paul, Scott, and I might never meet again. I knew the footsteps were ahead, and as he came into the house, I prayed that I'd be strong enough to tell him what had to be done. Mother's waiting for you. She wants you too, Mary. She loves you. We can never be married. The blood on the bridge will never wash off. That's not true. I sent your father into the hands of his murderers. I didn't honor my father. I went against my own. Haven't we suffered enough, Mary? My father reached into high heaven to put a curse on his man. That's from the dark ages. You can't believe that. I believe so many things that you could never believe. I know that if I bring any Scots into this world, they'll get here today. Mary, stop it. I'm not going to let you throw our lives away. We have nothing left but each other. We have nothing left. Nothing at all. The door had been closed between seeing that all the world had died, and only I lived on. Only the past was real. The future empty and dark. I never saw Paul Scott again, but often his mother came to visit us. My sister Kate and me, in a little dress making shop, she'd helped us set up. It was Mrs. Scott who told me of Paul's marriage to Louise Cain, and later on, of the birth of their son. And as the child grew up, of Paul's delight in taking the boy to the mill and teaching him the way it was for and the father. A dozen times I won't have my son hanging around that mill. But Louise, he had the time of his life. You should have seen it. I should have hated it. But nothing but a mill hand to yourself. But I would die if I didn't see my son like... Like me? Now look, Louise, it's not just because I had a boy at the mill. What's the matter? I had a scene with your mother. She seemed very ill. She had no right to go out to the house for two weeks. You're quite right. I wonder where she went. You don't know. You don't know where she's been going all these years. No, I don't. Dinner ready? No, not yet. Why not? I don't know why not. I should have married that married rascal. He would have been such a good house. Louise! This used to be a good home. A happy place. I want it to be that way again for my son. I'm willing to do my part. Then keep him away from that mill. Yes, ma'am. Is it so, Mrs. Thorpe? I hardly ever see you. I stayed too long there. That's Louise, so... You knew it yet? You knew it. This is my last visit with you. Oh, now, what kind of talk is that? Well, doctor, let it be. I don't mind. I'm ready to move on. Mary, there's something I want you to do. My share of the mill is one-fifth. I'll be gone soon. And I'm leading it to you. I really know that it may need you. Feed me. The moment I'm dead, Willie will try to fail. Connie's always in debt. She'll be glad of her cash. And Ted... Ted doesn't care for it, so... We've all forgiven Ted a hundred times, but he can't find a way to forgive himself. So, you see, Paul may lose the mill. I see. Oh, it's heartbreaking Mary the way things have turned out for Paul. And for you too, dear child. Yes. You've got to help him keep the mill for his son. Mary, you haven't answered me. As long as I live. If ever I have to make up my mind about anything, just later, the greedy the coachman came rushing into the shop. Mrs. Scott had suffered a stroke, and she was calling. How can you stay here? Thank you, Louise. And I'm sure Paul will be pleased. Mary? I must confess, I'm not gifted around sick people. And if so, Connie gets here. If you can help us out, I, for one, shall be greatly relieved. Well, Mary... I'm here, Mrs. Scott. Don't leave. Don't leave me, Mary. No, Mrs. Scott. I won't leave you. I promise I won't leave you. Why do you avoid me, Mary? In all these weeks, I haven't had a second alone with you. The mother... I better go in. Aren't you sleeping now? The nurse is with her. Won't you even let me tell you how deeply grateful I am? I love your mother, Paul. My mother loves you, Mary. Mary, if you only knew what... Sorry to disturb you, Paul. Yes, Louise, what is it? Your mother is dead. Come from others, funeral. I won't talk about it with you. I'm sorry, Paul, that this offer to sell has been voted upon before Connie goes back to Europe. Does it? Connie, how would you like two million dollars in cash? Two million dollars? John's darling, did you hear that? Connie, wait a minute. No, you wait a minute. We're all stockholders, and I have Ted's proxy authorizing me to vote for him. So you're going to sell me out? Or two million dollars? What would you say to that, Louise? What would I say? I'd be so happy to be rid of the mill, to be rid of this house, to get a thousand miles away from here that I... Louise. I shouldn't say no. Why shouldn't they know I've had a living in this house with that woman? My mother. No, not your mother, Connie. Louise means me. I... I just come to say goodbye. Of course I mean you. Look at her. Every nook and corner of the house weaves for this Irish bitty. All's ever loved anyone but her. Louise, stop it. Yes, Willie, I should like to sell. And what about you, Mary? What are you going to do with your share? What are you talking about? Your mother left her share of the mill to me. Oh. Oh, dad. Because she chose to leave it to Mary. I think that's wonderful. That's what you wanted, isn't it, Mary Rafferty? Two million dollars. And all the while I thought you were in love with Paul. You hadn't me a fool, Louise. I've loved Paul from the moment I walked into this house. I loved Paul's family. All of them. And I loved the mill because it's part of the family. And as long as there's a breath in me, I'll try to preserve it. Well, I'm sure I don't know what more you could want than two million dollars. You really don't. Do you, Willie? However, we don't need your vote. It's you and Paul against Connie, Ted and me. That's three to two. Oh, Connie. I've got to tell Mary. I'm over my head in death. Yes. Yes, I understand, Connie. Only, Connie, do you remember that time that you and Giles took me to Paris? That little restaurant under the trees? And the two foreigners who filled their glasses with wine and then each of them spilled a little on the ground? Yes. Yes, I remember. And, Giles, do you remember we wondered why? And the waiter told it that it was but a customary country to return to the earth a little of what they took from it. Oh, Connie, all your life you've taken. Here's your chance to give something back. Mary, I've heard all this before. I know, darling. And that's all the stuff that the dreams are made of and traditions and ideas. But here's something, Edith. Listen, darling. I don't want the money. You can have the income from my share. I absolutely forbid it. But, Giles, I don't need the money. I have a lovely little business on my own. And really, I try to... Oh, stop, Mary! Stop it! Connie! I won't stop, will you? I won't! I won't! But, Connie, think what you're giving up, think what you're giving up! No use, Willie. Once Connie makes up her mind, she may not have much of a one, but it's quite immovable, believe me. If I may interrupt, Mary, the greedy is waiting in the hall for a luggage. Thank you, Louise. Well... Well, good-bye, all of you. I'll take you home, Mary. No, no, please. Well, drop me at the mill, and I've got to get out of this house. So? If you ever leave this house with her, you'll need never to come back. I'll come back, Louise. But you won't be here. You're going to get exactly what you wanted, the chance to get out of this house, to get out of this town, to get away from the mill, from me a thousand miles away. Nothing will suit me better. I'll take my son to Europe. Raise him as a gentleman. The boy stays here with me. He'll serve as apprenticeship with the Callahan's and the O'Brien's and take his place in the Scott mills. You can have all the money you want, Louise, but that's all you can have. Mary, Mary, where did she go? She's just getting the carriage, Paul. If you hurry, you'll catch her. Thanks, Paulie. That too, Miss Mammy. I'm a dressmaker shopper. If you please me, Queenie. Just a moment, Mac. Go back to the house. I'll take the reins. You, sir? Oh, oh, yes, sir. Oh, Paul. Paul, please. It's just no use. No use. No use is it. Tell me. Do you mind the story of the Irishman named Bruce? Him hiding in the cave this far and but he never stopped trying at all, at all. And finally, he made it. Didn't he make it? Oh, darling. Yes. Yes, Paul, darling. Finally, he made it. Congratulations, Greta Darson and Gregor Apec for a superb performance. It's easy to understand why the rally of decision was voted America's favorite motion picture for 1945. Thank you, Mr. Keeley. And I'd like to express my appreciation to the theatergoers of America. I'm sincerely grateful to them. Greta, you've earned the title the First Lady of the Screen. It was a pleasure to appear with you again. And, Gregor, you've earned the title of one of the most sought-after stars in Hollywood. And luck-spoiled at soap, the title of the soap most sought-after by the stars. That's right, Mr. Keeley. There's a gentleman with us tonight who is also to receive a gold medal award. Someone for whom I have a very warm personal feeling because he brought me to America. Someone who has been a friend and an inspiration to all of us at Metro Golden Mare. Mr. Louis B. Mare. You're quite right there. There is no one who has done more for the motion picture industry, and we're exceptionally happy to have him with us tonight. As head of the Metro Golden Mare organization, his keen sense of showmanship and vision gave American theatergoers seven out of ten pictures voted tops in Dr. Gallup's audience research poll for Photoplay's magazine for 1945. We at the Lux Radio Theater are proud to welcome Mr. Louis B. Mare. Thank you, Greer. And Bill Keeley. You've been very kind. I'd like to take tribute to all my co-workers at the studio who made it possible to produce so many of the most popular pictures of 1945. Without the executives, producers, directors, actors, writers, musicians and technicians, all working as one family, it would not have been possible. I thought your radio adaptation of Valley of Decision was magnificent. And naturally, we at Metro Golden Mare are proud of tonight's stars, Greer Garson and Gregory Peck. For Greer, it's the second consecutive year that she's won the Gallup audience research poll, and I know you'll enjoy her more than ever. Co-star with Clark Gable in a forthcoming picture adventure. Gable's back, and Garson's got him. Well, they should make a sensational team. Mr. Mayor, would you tell our audience who the other recipients of Photoplayer's Gold Medal Awards are? Yes. In addition to Greer Garson, who was voted America's favorite actress, awards are being presented to Mr. Edmund Knopf and Tate Garnett, producer and director of Valley of Decision. The favorite actor of the year, 1945, was Bing Crosby. You must be very pleased with the findings of Dr. Gallup's organization. Yes, it's very gratifying, because the motion picture industry must be guided by the individuals who attend the pictures of their choice. They, of course, are the audience that decides what type and quality of pictures and what stars will be America's favorites. And I think their choice, as reflected in Photoplayer's annual poll, indicates that the American people as a whole are discriminating in their tastes and exacting in their standards. Mr. Mayor, we're happy that another Metro-Golden Mayor picture is scheduled for the Tokyo Theater next week. Won't you tell our audience about it? Gladly. The play will be Johnny Eager and will star our own Robert Taylor. It will be his first appearance in this theater since returning from the Navy. Bob will play his original screen role and will have opposite him, Susan Peters, who has won the admiration of everyone. Van Heflin will also be making his first appearance on the Lux Theater since returning to MGM from the Army and will be featured in the roles that won him the Academy Award. Well, Mr. Mayor, we'll be looking forward to presenting Johnny Eager next Monday evening. Meanwhile, it's getting late and as soon as our curtain falls, we'll be hurrying to dinner at the Beverly Hills Hotel, where Photoplayer's Gold Medal Award will be presented. Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Mayor, and many thanks for being with us this evening. Our sponsor, the makers of Lux Toilet Soul, joined us in inviting you to be with us again next Monday evening. When the Lux Radio Theater presents Robert Taylor, Susan Peters and Van Heflin in Johnny Eager. This is William Keely, saying good night to you from Hollywood. Next Monday night to hear Johnny Eager with Robert Taylor, Susan Peters and Van Heflin. The Sprite Treat of the Week. Fish fillets, Golden Crispy fillets, fried to delicate perfection and pure bland, all-vegetable Sprite. Serve them to your family, watch folks smack their lips. For full, delicious flavor, rely on Sprite. Remember it's Sprite, S-T-R-Y. Be sure to listen in next Monday night to the Lux Radio Theater presentation of Johnny Eager with Robert Taylor, Susan Peters and Van Heflin. And why not tune in a half hour early to hear Joan Davis of our most of these stations. This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System.