 Present Hollywood. Here's out when you're a producer, Mr. Irving Cawley. Greetings from Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen. Tonight's place, their way to heaven, is another J. Arthur Ranked production, which received international acclaim. It's a tender romance between a British pilot and an American girl who are separated by a heavenly message. And as our stars of this delightful fantasy, we have David Niven in his original role, and the Universal International star, Barbara Rush. Later they will join me for a preview of the one you know called Earth and another existing only in the mind of a young pilot whose life and imagination has been violently shaped by war. In 1945, shortly before dawn, over the North Sea a Lancaster bomber riddled by shells and on fire struggled through a dense fog toward the English coast. A pilot has just made radio contact with an A.R.C. rest station. Hello, down here. Hello. Can you hear me? All right, well, I can. Richard Nill. Richard Nill. What's your name? Thanks. It's funny, but all of a sudden I'm thinking of a poet. Give me my scallop shell of quiet, my staff of faith to walk fast, my scripts of joy immortal dikes, my bottle of salvation, my gown of glory hoax true gauge, and thus I'll take my pilgrimage. The Walter Raleigh wrote that. I'd rather written that than Sloan through Hitler's legs. Instruments are shot away, crew gone too. All except sub-shore here, my navigator. He's dead. The rest bailed out on my orders. Time 0445. 0445? My station warned that bomber group G for George, cinema signal C. Warning. Oh, my name is not G, George. It's Carter. Peter D. Carter. No, I can't land the undercarriage of Scott. I'm bailing out, sir. See, what's your name? June. Well, I'm bailing out June. But it's a catch. I don't have a parachute. It's all right. I might rather jump and try. Hope I'm not upsetting you, June. Are you pretty? Not bad. Got a beautiful voice. Funny, a girl I've never seen would hear my last words. Oh, June. No, just keep talking, please. I want to be alone with you, June. Where were you born? In Boston. That's the place where you were born. And history was made there. Are you in love with someone? No, no, don't answer that. I could love a man like you, Peter. I love you, June, because you're life, and I'm leaving you. Where do you live? To leave what house? I'll be a ghost and come and see you. What time will you be there? Well, I'm on duty. It's the best sense I've ever heard. He can't be helped by the parachute. What do you think the next world is like? Well, please, just please. Well, I'll know soon enough. Some sure will probably be waiting for me. Goodbye. Goodbye, June. Peter E. Carter. He is around here someplace. Look for him. I have almost 1,000 airmen to account for. Peter E. Carter is not here. But he's supposed to be here. His name's on that list. He's either A-W-O-L-O-L. Well, he's been a mistake. There has not been a mistake here for 1,000 years. Then where's Carter? If there was a mistake, if Peter Carter was still alive on Earth, a bell would ring. Do you hear a bell? No. Therefore, no mistake has been made. And if you have any further complaints, I... Oh, no. Oh, no, no. Conduct a R-34. Conduct a R-34. Go to the recording office at the tenant club shop. Record it once, please, for the tenant club shop. No mistake, eh? Mistake has been made. Oh, it's nothing. My flight commander, sir. Peter E. Carter. I must have locked him in at the cursed fort down there on Earth. Oh, yes. It was a fog all right. We'll all be super. I've been waiting for him, sir. So have I. Don't you know a thing like this must be reported to me immediately? I lost my head, Mr. Recorder. Yes. Not long in the service, eh? Since the so-called Glorious Science Revolution, Mr. I see. Natural death? I also lost my head then. Mr. I will go after Carter at once. It's not so simple. Peter Carter has fallen in love. That complicates matters. Fall in love? Peter Carter jumped from his plane, fully expecting an immediate demise. Due to some utter fingering up here, he did not die. But how? He lost consciousness and woke up on a stretch of beach. Suddenly, he became aware of a stroke. I don't know. Why, you're due. Yes, and I'm not dead. I'm alive. Don't touch me, please. OK. I don't know. I don't know. Are you hurt? My head feels a bit clear. Peter, what a cruel joke to play. Oh, I wasn't joking. I've been crying so ever since you said goodbye to me from the plane. Don't cry, June. Don't ever cry again. Peter, oh, darling, darling. What's been going on down there? I will proceed to us at once. Explain your error to Mr. Carter and get him up here while he belongs. Oh, when you see him, give him a message for me, huh? And a pleasure? What message? Oh, just say, uh, what help? What? Oh, uh, Mr. Recorder, you have a small idea of where I might locate Mr. Carter. Wait a moment. Yes, sir. Operations, please. Yes, sir. Oh, but what about Peter, the Carter, delinquents? Quite enough. The main night, and in this garden based in moonlight... Moonlight? But it's not night already? You will soon learn, Mr. Trubshaw, that here there is no such thing as time. And what seems to you the wink of an eye down there may be a century? Are you still here? Oh, my way, Mr.... All with Mr. Recorder. Are you cold, darling? Cold? No, Peter, no. You smell something? No. Tell me, what did you do before the war? Good evening. Good evening. Who are you? What's his costume? What is wrong with his clothes? They were my very best. I was buried in them some hundred and fifty years ago. June, June, am I seeing things... Ah, she's lovely, isn't she? But save your breath, Mr. Shev. Believe it, this is nothing, yes, nothing. June, we are talking in space, you and I. Not in time. You crazy, who are you? We should have met at dawn when I'm here. Unfortunately, I missed you. Oh, I bring you a message from Mr. Trubshaw. Trubshaw's dead. Trubshaw's... Oh, yes, quite dead. He says, what hell? He always says what hell, but he's dead. Again, I say, yes. And what should be the status of a man who jumped from his aircraft without a parachute? How do you know? He should also be dead. But I miss you because of your ridiculous English climate. Far behind. What do you want now? You, my friend. What for? To conduct you where? To heaven, of course. Oh, this is fantastic. If I refuse to go with you? But you cannot refuse. You have overstayed already by nearly sixteen hours. Uh, uh, time, that is. What about her, June? I'm in love with her. But what is love? The feeling of a moment. I represent eternity. Sixteen hours ago, I was not in love. Now I am. Millions of people are in love. Do they protest when their time is up? No, they do not. They have no right to. Exactly. But I have. Why? Look, it was no fault of mine that I didn't die. I've fallen in love because of your mistake and I demand an appeal. Will you please be reasonable? Appeal to whom? Oh, that's your problem. You'll find out. Sir, it's never been done, never. You can go away. You are determined to get me into the cellar, don't you? And what about the cellar you got me into? I think I'll leave you for a little while. That's better. A little while, I said. I shall have to report above for instruction. Good. Go on. Report. And do not fall any deeper in love. Do you hear me? I'm warning you. She's charming, you can see. Oh, what's wrong with me? I work for a magazine. June, what did you say? I said I work for a magazine. What did you say? Well, because you just asked me what I did before the war. Oh, yes, I did. June, what's the matter with me? Has an odd thing happened while you were asleep? Or did it? I haven't been asleep. Well, then you heard her talking. Well, I know. Woffa was here to talk to you. Well, they sent somebody. Hey. June, do I look cracker? Not to me, darling. Are you? Look, there was a dense fog at dawn this morning. That's right, isn't it? Well, you know there was. And I did bail out without a parachute, didn't I? So how can I be alive? Oh, darling, we've talked about that all day. We don't know what happened. It doesn't make sense. And I'm in love with you. And that doesn't make much sense either. But I am. Well, that character insists I should be dead. What character? Well, your friend's got short pants and lace and things. They sent him down and asked me. He said he missed me before because of the fog. Bad luck for them. Good luck for me. I told him I was going to appeal. He's gone off to get instructions. But not my fault. I'm not dead. Not my fault. I found you and fell in love with you. Oh, Peter. Oh, my head. Oh, these awful hands. June. June, you are there, aren't you? Oh, Peter, of course I'm here. Yes, and I was the second I thought I'd lost you. Oh, what is it, darling? What is it? Sorry, Dr. Reeves. I know it sounds ridiculous. Where's this piece of chat now? In the village, at the inn. Why hasn't he rejoined the station? Well, because I was hoping so that you might help him. Or at least see him. You told me about cases like this. Oh, no. They're not like this because nothing ever happened like this. I have done a lot of work in neurology, yes, but that doesn't alter the fact that Peter Carter is the property of the Air Force. Oh, he's not property. He's a person, a very fine person. And I don't want anyone just mauling about asking him questions. I want you. I'm sure the audience will see that. I know exactly what they say. I had a talk with Carter's commanding officer right after you phoned him. The medical officer, too. Luckily, he'd heard of me or said he had anyway. What do you mean? They won't make it. I mean that I've arranged a week's furlough. Oh, Dr. Reeves. So, he believes he bailed out without a parachute. Yes. He has a hallucination. This is the 18th century Frenchman. You told him he was talking rubbish? Oh, no. Good girl. Now, look here. You still have that recreation hall at Leeward House. Yes. Yes, I meet you and Carter there. Say, about tea time? Well, I'll be off duty till five. I'd better see your field, as well. I'll want you around for a fine few. You'd just go on with your game. Oh, Dr. Reeves. Oh, he's a chess player, is he? Any good? I'll do. Squadron leader Carter, Dr. Reeves. How do you do? How do you do? Well, I told him, Doctor, about you. Good. Mind if I ask a lot of stupid questions, Carter? I wish you would. These visions you've had, hallucinations, have never happened before. No, never. What were you in civilian life? I taught at Oxford, European history. Parents alive? My mother. What was the cause of your father's death? Same as mine. Drain? No, war. 1917. But how long have you been in? Since 41. You must have had a good many missions. 67. About these headaches. Headaches? Oh, I know you get them. I know you've had them for some time, and I know you've told no one about them, especially your medical officer, right? What else do you know? I know about your eyes. You know a great deal. I'd like to know more. Well, the headache started about six months ago. Up here, most things. Tunsel and simple. Did you ever get a bang on the head? Drops as a baby, no doubt. I don't remember. Mind if I try something? Look straight ahead. I guess? Yes. What are you looking at? That girl down there playing the gramophone. She's got nice legs. Yes, very. Now, don't take your eyes off of her. This is going to be easy. Now, without moving your eyes, what can you see on the extreme right? Five legs. In the center? Girl's legs. Extreme left? Window. Certain? Yes. What color? Dark red. It's good. Well, that's all the red. Now then, you've seen something. Someone? Clearly? As clearly as I see you. Now, don't be annoyed with this question. It may sound rather silly, but have you imagined recently that you smelled something that couldn't possibly be there? How did you know? I didn't. A shot in the dark. You noticed this odor at the same time you saw this heavenly messenger, this conductor fellow, this Frenchman? Yes. Onions. Fried onions. Well, you ask me, this messenger hasn't turned up again, has he? No, but he will when... I don't know. Peter's lost and appealed out there. Against what? Against dying. That's the spirit. Don't you give in. I won't. That's about all for now, except you're to stay at my house for a few days until mine. No, no, it's all. What about my Kimani officer? His orders, as well as mine. I want to be around for this. Frenchman calls on you again. You're on your own for seven tonight. Oh, you ought to come to choose. Isn't that heaven? What time is it? 10 o'clock. You sleep for at least another hour. How do you know? Well, before... If the Frenchman comes again, I left a bell at the site of Peter's chair. A bell? If he has a visitor, Peter's going to ring the bell if he cares. Now, how about another game of chess? Oh, sure. If you'd like. Don't worry about him, Julie. He'll be... June! June! Dr. Weave! Quickly! Mr. Cutler. Mr. Weave, if you please. Who? Oh, your bell. Uh-uh. Oh, very well. Ring the bell. You see? Nothing happens. The bell does not ring. Hmm, a book, a book on chess, hmm? I was reading it just before I fell asleep. I looked into a hundred best games. I must look this over. I'll stop stalling. What about my appeal? Oh, yes. Well, it's been granted. Thank you. The trial will be a full twice a day. Oh, it's fresh he gave, where one will be there. You have two days in which to prepare your case. Wonderful. Don't be so happy. The counsel for the prosecution, the one who will insist that you leave this little world of yours, has been chosen. Well? His name is Abraham Farland. Come again? Abraham Farland. Never heard of him. A man from Boston. I've never been in Boston. Abraham Farland died in Boston in 1776. Oh. Exactly. The American War of Independence. The Stalin killed? Yes, by a British bullet. Well, he may be prejudiced, huh? Oh, what did I say? Yes, yes, yes. He hates your guts. He hates the guts of every Englishman. And particularly, he hates you for being involved with such a nice girl from Boston, Massachusetts. All right, then I'll appeal against him. Impossible. After all, we have to pick the best man. The honor of my whole department is at stake. What you have to do is choose a good man for yourself. As my lawyer. Precisely. Oh, who? Anybody who has ever lived upon us, all of you before those. You could even choose me. Oh, that is suit you'd just find, wouldn't it? Oh, no. I didn't think so. Well, you can choose the Socrates, William Pease. And really, yes. What about Madame Dubarie? She knows all about love. Well, the one-track mind. Now, I have to think it over. Oh, by the way, this book on chess, I'd like to borrow it. It's not mine. It belongs to the doctor. Doctors? Hmm. They give me a great deal of trouble in my job. Oh, well, you think it over. I will be back. June! June! Dr. Reeves, quickly! What is it, Caesar? Is the sense from there? He's gone, but he was here. I couldn't ring the bell until... Peter! You all right? Yes, I... I think so. I hope so, Peter. Let me look at your eyes. Look up. Look at the ceiling. You can talk if you want to. So, he just left, though. Yes. I hoped you didn't give in to anything. No. Don't put over. It'll be right back. June, I've got good news. But what, darling? What? The trial's in two days. Darling! Peter, tell me. Did you smell anything? Yes. Same as before. Fried onions. Now, I want you to drink this. And he said, egg. Oh, beauty. Tell me what the Frenchman said tomorrow. I want to talk. He said, oh, good heavens, it's gone. What's gone? What book was I reading before I went to sleep? That book of mine on test. Well, your team's on the best game. It was right here. For sure. Absolutely certain. Oh, that's cool. Now, how about getting back to sleep? About my counsel at the trial. I don't think you believe a word I say. Peter! My dear friends, here on earth, I'm your descending counsel. And as your counsel, I believe everything you tell me. June, June, I don't want to leave you. Oh, why should you leave me, darling? Everything will be all right. If I can only get a good counsel. Of course you will. How important. I don't want to lose you, June. Oh, I won't let you go, Peter. No one can take you from me. I won't let you go. I won't let you go. Will he have more hallucinations? Yes. I think he'll be all right. Oh, he's not going mad again. His brain's not effective. Of course it's effective. He's having a series of highly organized hallucinations comparable to an experience of actual life. A combination of vision, of hearing, and of idea. To a neurologist, that points to a pressure on the brain. That's why Peter's sense of smell has been effective. And how did he survive the jump from his brain? I don't know. But right now the main thing is for him to win his case at the trial. You're serious? Perfectly serious. But suppose he loses? Oh, that's absurd. If we see that he's losing, or we think that he's going to lose, we'll find out the reason why he survived his jump, or we'll invent one. We have a couple of drinks. You die and invent the greatest lie in medical history. Meanwhile, Peter will have to be operated on. I am. Right away. I'll see his RAF medical officer in the morning. We can't wait for the trial, Junez. You said he may lose. We don't dare wait any longer, Dr. McHugh, and deterioration all around. We ought to operate tonight. But we're swamped here. You're sure of your diagnosis? Absolutely certain. I showed you the X-rays yesterday. The ocular report was highly organized. Illucinations coupled with a sense of smell. Everything points to arachnoid adhesions involving the olfactory nerve. But I'm no surgeon. Who do you have here? Edwin Leiser. Leiser. That's fine. Good. Yes, but I don't see how we can manage tonight. I mean, there's no crisis in a thing like this. Any day we do. There is a crisis. And I'm afraid. Insanity? Yes. Why? I told you of that trial Carter keeps talking about. Well, as far as he's concerned, that trial is fixed for tonight. He hasn't found anyone to defend him yet. Do you really believe all this? Instantly. The boy has a fine mind, McEwen. It's part of our trouble to good a mind. A weak mind isn't strong enough to hurt it, Edwin. Yes. The stupidity has saved many a man from going mad. Carter's had several talks with his heavenly messenger, that Frenchman. Solucinations, of course, but you never saw such an imagination. I don't quite follow. Nothing that Carter invents is entirely fantastic. It's invention. But it's logical invention. He's convinced he'll die if he loses his case tonight. And that's why I say we must operate tonight. It's no you shaking your head. I'm sorry, but. Oh, excuse me. Dr. McEwen here. Who? A rumourman. It's you, Dr. Eves. The girl. Hello? It's me, the doctor. We're sitting here in your library and all of a sudden he just thought he was downing. So far, somewhere. Come back. That's your door, mister. I give you the right to choose at your council anyone who ever lived on earth and yet you tell me you cannot make up your mind. I can. May I remind you that trial is but a few of your hours off. Look there. Self after self of books about famous men. There is Lincoln. What about Abraham Lincoln? No, it's hardly fair to drag him in. I don't think he'd be prejudiced. Plato? Nobody knew more about reasoning than Plato. He's 81 when he died. He might be too old to think love important. That's your right. Now if he had been French, Richelieu, for instance. Oh, he was visible at 80. I never liked Richelieu much in the three musketeers. Voltaire? No. Then who do you want? Look, it sounds fine to have all these books written on paper. Look, it sounds fine to have all these great men to choose from, but what do they know about problems today? Hmm, true, very little. Sorry, it should be in Englishman. Nobody's famous, but somebody with his head screwed on right. Now what about this Abraham Farland? Was he a famous man? A school teacher. Now, you see? Anyway, why are you so interested in getting me a council? I am interested only in getting you where you belong. It happened. Peter, now. Come with me now. No. If you do, you will have nothing to worry about. No trial, no vexation, no pain. See over there, Peter? A great, magnificent stairway. Yes, it will take us there, Peter. It is the stairway to heaven. No. Come, Peter. Come. No, I don't have to go yet. I have your word. I can appeal. I'm leaving, you Frenchman. I'm getting out of space and going back to Earth. That's before it's too late. Peter, come here. Come back here. Come back. Come back. Welcome back, darling. Peter. Peter. You almost got me. June. June. Doctor. You come around in a moment. June, Peter's got to go to the hospital tonight. Go and talk to me, June. Tell him I say it's life or death. Oh, yes, doctor. Oh, let us send a telegram to his mother and sister. You know where? Yes. That's all. Hello, Peter. Where's June? Phony. She'll be back in a moment. You almost got me. I know. He's a crafty beggar. Now, he got away by the skin of my teeth. Now, look here. Don't let anybody fool you into giving up this appeal. You've been promised a fair trial. Don't give in to anybody. I haven't the counsel. Will you find the right mess? Well, he might have pointed some stones. Not a cent. Don't let it go by default. I tell you, we'll find somebody. Take our staff until we do. You know, but it's famous. Well, how about... Doctor? Let's come in. I can't get through to the hospital. The operator says it's to storm. I'll take your car. No. You're more valuable here. I'll go. Now, go in to him. And don't allow him to despair, June. His life is in your hands. Miss Adams. Yes? I'm Dr. Maturen from the hospital. There's been an accident. Accident? Dr. Reeves. He was on his way to see you. I did see him. They brought him in. His car skidded off the road. Dr. Reeves is dead. Oh! Oh, no! No! He told me about squadron leader Carter. We're taking him to the hospital now. He'll be in good hands. I'll tell Peter. Wait. He's gone ahead, Peter. He had an accident, hasn't he? Yes. A bad accident. Is he dead? Yes. I'll come down. I'll commit you in hiding. Well, Dr. Reeves, I believe. Yes? Welcome. Thank you. Well, permit me to return your book on chess. Oh-ho! Ah-ha! Oh, it's you. And how is, uh, dear Peter? He has a fighting chance. Oh-ho! Where are you taking me? Up the stairway? We'll have to skip several of the preliminaries. I'm taking you at once to the recorder. He's very anxious to see you, doctor. Mr. Recorder, Dr. Frank Reeves. But, uh, you are familiar with the case of Peter Carter. I am? He has just chosen you to be his counsel. I was hoping he would. You have very little time I was to prepare your case. Well, they tell me that seats in the courtroom were already at a premium. Seats in the hospital now? Yes. They've already started the brain operation. I'd like to see my clients immediately. Conduct them. Take Dr. Reeves to the operating room. He's shallow in the back, Dr. Reeves. Call 88. Call her. Hello, Peter. Hello, doctor. Where's June? She's raising Peter out in the corridor. They're operating on me, aren't they? How's it going? I've had a great search on Peter. Neat. Very neat indeed. I like his work. Good. Uh, about me, Peter. I'm very flattered you've made me your counsel. Are you sure I'm the best man? Quite sure. But I'm no lawyer, and if Abraham Farland gets into politics, I'm sunk. Well, who isn't? Come on, Dr. He must have something. A little common sense, perhaps. Well, if that's as rare up there as it is down here, a little will do me fine. I need evidence, Peter. June's all the evidence I need. I've fallen in love with her. Her accent is foreign, but it sounds sweet. We were born thousands of miles apart. Yes, we were made for each other. Conductors. Conductors, may I kiss her? Just in case, you know. Go on, kiss her, but she will not know it. Doesn't matter. This I want to see. Come, Doctor, to the corridor. I think they'd rather be alone. But we cannot let him out of our sight. Look, so he kisses her. Oh, you English. What is the good of kissing a girl if she cannot feel it? Oh, June, darling. You see, Doctor? She just sits in her chair in the corridor. She's crying. Ah, yes. A lady weeps. You want evidence, Doctor? There it is. Her tears. Don't cry, darling. Please. If I could only take one of her tears. But you can. You can do as you wish. How can you take a tear in the heavens? Oh, so miss me. There are rows in my buttonhole. I touch the rows to her cheek. So, and like a pearl of view upon the petals lies a single mortal tear. The only bit of real evidence that we have. Come, we must get out of here now. Monsieur Recorder, we are ready. The case of Peter Carter v. Heaven will now be heard. Ladies and gentlemen of the universe, due to negligence by our department of admission, Peter Carter is in the embarrassing position of dangling between heaven and earth. Here and now we must decide either to pull him up or grant an extension of his term on earth. The jury will take that place, please. Our counsel is ready. Abraham Farland. Already, Your Honor. And Doctor Reeves. Thank you, Your Honor. The prosecution has the floor. Mr. Farland. Mr. Carter, an Englishman, should have died on 2nd of May 1945 at 10.05 o'clock. The British double summer died. Moreover, when summoned reports from 16 hours later, the defendant refused the company the authorized conductor. For what reason, please? He claims that in the time which he bore it to us, he accumulates the responsibilities of an allegedly important and permanent nature. But no few hours, a young lady of good American stock has fallen in love with him. Are we to believe this within those 16-bollied hours? Your Honor. I object to the word borrowed. My client was given the 16 hours in question. Objection sustained. Nevertheless, I wait to believe that Peter Carter, Englishman, is in love with this young lady of good American stock and equally important to see in love with him. Why stress their nationalities, Mr. Farland? For good reason, sir. We're talking of love. It can happen, you know, between an Englishman and an American girl. My point is, the friend in the car for human events, our men and women, come to your little island as allies, was not to become your prisoner. May I remind you, sir, that we are living in the 20th century, not the 18th? And may I remind you, sir, that we are not living at all? You've got me there, Mr. Farland. Thank you, sir. Thank you. But I am up to date, Dr. Eves. Oh, I've been a-watching you, Englishman. Stand here. You're a politician. You're a business. Miss Peter D. Carter, what you'd call a good Englishman? Yes, sir. I thought so. Considerable handicappers. Lord, that's where Mr. Farland's father was born. And how relevant could it have been in England? My father left England, sir, because he didn't like him. Would you like it today? Well, I have here radio. Let me turn it off. Listen, everybody. Listen to the England of today. Well, here we are, the cricket match, ladies and gentlemen. Boy, it's England, 1945. It's much more like cricket weather now. But raining and play has been resumed. Oh, there's a fine crowd in the road, stopping our maximum dwellers now and settling down to enjoy this browsing force, which, to people all over the world, is perhaps more typically English than anything else. You'll miss out on me, will you, boy? Oh, yes. This is Mr. Fonstein here for Holly Hammond, ladies and gentlemen, who just played a delightful boxing shot of Miller. I think we've heard enough. May I turn on the radio now, sir? Let's hear the voice of America in 1945. If you wish, sir. Simply to gesture, what may be typically British or typically American has nothing to do with Peter Carter and or June Adams. Oh, yes, June Adams. Lovely, vibrant American girl. Members of the jury, I ask, commission young life, be slow to the crawl of a match of cricket. At this moment, this two million houses in England have no windows at all. I submit that this court is concerned with the life and death of Peter Carter and not with past history or present clubbing. But Peter Carter's characters are like every other human being who's been formed by circumstance. But why is that, sir? I beg you in George Washington's words, labor to keep alive in your breath that little spark of celestial fire called conscience. Are you insinuating that something's wrong with my country, sir? Not at all. I'm prejudiced to jury against English people. I don't need to prejudice, jury, sir. May I ask, then, a century past, that war between France, prejudice to Bulgaria's bonds here from the France vows. War, war, don't you? Don't you mean Chinese? Don't forget England's fact on China in 1857 on 15th. And you, sir? Balletage fatale from Burma. I think of Burma, doctories. And you? Gaines Barahens. Ireland. Children or jury anywhere, doctories. It must always be prejudiced in England. My lord, I challenge the jury in request of a new one to be chosen. From where, doctories? Anywhere. That being said. Why not from England? Where else have the rights of the individual been held so high? In America, sir, where he's like a held inalienable. Where a man can see father from the top of Boston State House and more worth seeing than from all the pyramids and pellets the world over. America, sir, is the only place where a man is full grown. Then I ask for a jury of Americans, and if there is one who fought in the Revolutionary War, then I want another who fought shoulder to shoulder against our common enemies. In this century, if one has a mind that can only think back 170 years, I want another who thinks 170 years ahead. Do you agree, Mr. Farland? I would welcome, sir. Court is adjourned while we find a new jury. For their interruption, we shall continue to introduce the new jurors to the court. Francois Dupont, American citizen, Peter Van Dyke, American citizen, Jim Wong, American citizen, Jefferson Lincoln Brown, American citizen, Patrick Aloysius Mahoney, American citizen. The jury will be seated. Mr. Farland. Apparently, Dr. Reed has wasted the course of time. Search where you will. Humanity arises to indict England. You may proceed, Dr. Reed. Gentlemen. Of the jury. Here in my hands, I sold a single rose. And in this rose lies my entire case. And what is my case? I agree with Mr. Farland. Has Peter Carter fallen in love during the allotted extra far as, Dr. Reed, in the disputed extra 16 hours, or has he not? Now, two young people who would never have met, but for a mistake of here, are being penalized for falling in love. On the petal of this rose is his tears. And in that tears of love and truth and friendship, those qualities alone can build a new world today and a better world tomorrow. That is my entire case, and I promise I demand that Mr. Carter shall live. Mr. Farland. No question, Your Honor. You are the foreman of the jury? I am. And we feel that the defendant and the girl should be given a chance to be heard. Is that permissible? It can be arranged. Where are they conducted? Mr. Carter is on an operating table in an army hospital in Newcastle. The young woman is also there waiting in the corridor. The jury feels that hearing them is a better understanding of conditions. In that event, the jury will go downstairs. Lead the way, conductor. Here is Mr. Carter, Mr. on the operating table. The jury will stand around, please. My diagnosis was right. Signed of vascular meningeal adhesion, binding the optic nerve to the brain. We are not here to discuss adhesions, doctor. The question would be to Carter. Let me tell you about my operation. I'm from and forth, Mr. Oh, hello, Peter. Hello, doctor. How's the operation going? Fine. You couldn't be in better hands. There's quite a draft in my head. Peter Carter, tell the jury here whether or not you tempted to influence the emotions that young American girl out there in the corridor. June and I fell in love before we ever met. You claim you love her? I do love her. Can you prove it? If you give me time, sir, 50 years will do. Can you prove it? Oh, can a starry man prove he's hungry except by eating? Would you die for her? I would. I'd rather live. Young devil. Pardon expression, Your Honor. Good work, Peter. Good. You're witness, doctor. No question. Conductor, is young lady available? She sleeps, Mr. Oh, she sleeps. Jury will carry note there. I put her to sleep. Do I enable you to call her spirit, sir? The jury will please note that. Very well. Miss June Adams. Don't interrupt, Peter. Miss Adams, you have been called in the case of Peter Carter as a witness of the prosecution. Where were you born, child? In Gotham, sir. You know this man? I think so. I met him only a few days ago. How do you think you can love him? Oh, but I do love him. I object. Mr. Farron's right, doctor. There's no sense in love. Well, yeah. I see wisdom still flowers in Boston. Can you prove that you love him? How can I? Would you be willing to die for him? Oh, yes. Would you take his place in the balance sheet? Yes. Don't believe that. Stand aside, Tom. You've no right to ask him. How dare you tell me what I might ask? Peter, you're not to take. Do you realize that the right is attitude you've forfeited any chance of winning your case? All right, then I lose, but you're not going to get June as well. You're witness, doctor. June, you know me well. Do you trust me? Of course I do. And listen, because of what you've just said it is absolutely necessary that you take Peter's place in the other world. Have you gone mad? If you really love him, June, that's their way. It leads to heaven. You are mad. It's the only way to prove your love to him. I do love him. You won't go. Oh, Lord, I ask the court to restrain my client. Restrain him, they'll have come. My dear. June! No! No! Goodbye, Peter. He's dying for him. For love. So typically, friends. The stairs have disappeared. What? The stairs have disappeared. The President has never done that before. No! They are coming back. Do you know what this means? A greater hand than ours has sent her back. But the universe, the law, the law of the universe clearly stipulates... I know, Mr. Farland, in the universe nothing is stronger than the law. But on earth nothing is stronger than the law. June. June. I would die if you died. I would. Peter, forgive me. It was a long shot to take. I had to take it. It has been clearly established that June loves Peter and Peter loves June. As Sir Walter Scott is always saying, love rules the court, the game, the grove, and men below and saints above. For love is heaven and heaven. As the jury consider the verdict. Case for the defendant, Your Honor. Bravo. Appeals sustained, Mr. Cutter. Thank you. There now remains the new date on Peter Cutter's file. I'll write it down. Will the counsels approve it, please? Now the factory doctor is... very generous. Isn't that, um, Mike too much? Then I agree. Then let's go back where we belong. First, dear me, I hope this won't establish a pattern. The patient may be removed to his room now. Congratulations, Dr. Leiter. Wonderful piece of work. He will be all right. Somehow I feel very sure of it. Peter? Oh, no. Are you still here? The book. The book on chess. I'm returning it now to Dr. Rees' library. Oh, what a piteous. I'll have to wait so long to play chess with you. I can't. I'm sorry. In time, my friend. Au revoir, Peter. Oh, uh, she's waiting for you in your room. Waiting for me? Waiting for me? Peter, hello, darling. What do you want? I know.