 in Wuthering Heights. Ladies and gentlemen, your producer, Mr. Irving Cox. Greetings from Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen. Tonight not only begins the 21st year of the Lux Radio Theater on the air, but we will present the first of our 20 great motion pictures of the past 20 years. Our opening masterpiece is the Mr. Samuel Goldwyn's competitive drama, Wuthering Heights. One of the world's great love stories. And as our star, a beautiful and talented Merle Oberon, we're creating our original role. And one of the fastest rising young stars in Hollywood, Cameron Mitchell. Following our play, we will pay tribute to our special guest, Mr. Samuel Goldwyn, who will tell us about his latest production, Guys and Girls. Now act one of Wuthering Heights, starring Merle Oberon as Caffé and Cameron Mitchell as Heathcliff. There's a little lonely on the rolling moorlands of England. We're in the Wuthering Heights, no jet room like Giant Specters, in the teeth of Screaming Gale. About 100 years ago, a stranger lost his way on such a night. Freezing, blinded and stumbling, he saw a glass of fickle light of an old manor house, aged and crumbling on the hillside. He knocked desperately at the door. It was also the first time that the Wuthering Heights was opened by a dodgering old button who stood staring at him. Then without a word, he led the stranger into the musky living room, where in the dim candlelight a man and two women clashed without moving. The man was tall and dark-skinned, like a gypsy, on his face the stamp of years of bitter suffering. At last, the man turned and spoke. So are you, what you want. My name's Lockwood. I've lost my way on the moors. Strangers have no business on the moors at this time of year, and no business here at any time. But I couldn't find a village. An angry guy out there on a night like this. I say I have to stay until morning. Do as you please. Take it or pardon? I don't keep accommodation. You can't. You can't. Oh, and suppose you were changed with comfort. Helen? Are you used to it? Yes. There's no other place. Well, you're used to it. You're used to it. Well, I unlocked the door. Of course. Mind you don't stumble on the traffic. You call this the guest chamber? It was one. It's a type of depressing. You know, like a fire. No fire will burn in that great, but it can't be inclined for years. Would there be a final hug then? What's it called? This is Wuthering Heights, sir. And the tall cat downstairs with the piercing eyes. That's what a master eats, sir. And the once lovely lady who looks at him with fear. That's his wife. Yes, this is Isabella. Well, you're good night, sir. If you want anything, there's the very rope. My name is Ellen. Well, thank you, Ellen. Good night. Oh! The ring goes, the cat's broken. What is it, sir? It's a woman shouting she's lost on the mark. What's going on, sir? A voice out there, a woman crying that she's lost. Oh, but she's coming. She's coming to you, sir. Okay. She has to wait for me. Wait for me. He's not going out there in that store. I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh, but this is insane! Come back! Cassie! Cassie! Hello, it's the window. That man out there. Dad? How did he go out there? What's with that voice? You heard him call out anymore. It was Cassie. Cassie? Who is she? Cassie was a girl who died. Oh, but I don't believe in ghosts, if that's what you mean. I don't believe in sands and sob in the night. You don't believe? Perhaps if I told you her story, you'd change your mind. About the death. Tell me. Tell me her story. It was the same thing that turned Wuthering Heights to the servant that was just a month ago. It was a sweet well-trip to stay there. Mr. Earnshaw was master of spying man. He dearly loved his two children, Cassie and Henry. One goons to Earnshaw returned from Liverpool with a fun boy he had picked up. A dark, saddest looking victim land with the most gentle marks and big ears on his back. Mr. Earnshaw calls for me the moment he arrives. Give him a good scutting, Ellen, and put some of him in his clothes, aren't he? closed on. Come with me. Don't touch me. Get me a note. Good now. Now. Now, son. Ellen will go through your face. Yeah, no one will ever beat you again. And you'll always have finished week. Get out of my way. Hello, father. Well, in the happy. Papa, crazy father, children, this little guest will pay us a visit for a time as long as he wants. The whole year. He's there to look at him happy. Don't make me ashamed of you. If you let him sleep in your room. In my room? I won't let him. He's a judge. That will do him. Take charge of the labelling. And what does it mean, Mr. Inuitor? It means, I think we shall call him Hitler. Yes, come, Hitler. Ah, boy, you know that before her noontownness brought a stopper truly to life at Wutheringham. The three children seemed to play well enough together, going scamping off over the moon and the four of them climbing the crags together. But neither Captain nor can be but open and fragile anymore. And one day the children stopped opening. No, father, do you think this morning it's mine? Give me that pony to you here, or I'll tell father you both should do turn this off when he dies. That's a lie, I never said it. You can't give it to him. He, he, you treat us all to everything. You never had a father, you gypsy beggar. And you'll never get mine. Is that making fun of you? She'll do good more than ever. Captain was 18 when he was in class 21 when Mr. Ernst was died. Good man. We never saw the evil of life in a droop who'd fit like his own son. But on the very board, kids, you know. You're not going into that room to look at my father's body. Why? He loves me more than you. Please cast your weeviling now. I'm master of bothering heights. If you want to stay here, we'd need for a stable boy. That, or get out. And that's what he did to you. You had lived under this roof as one of the family, was a stable boy. Hand up to my saddle. Very well. Sir, you gypsy beggar. How many times must I tell you? The time I come back in the morning, I want these stable scrubs. Scrubs, you understand? Dirty and uncamped and ragged. You're taking away. Why aren't you a prince like we said long ago? Why don't you rest, you new weasel? That isn't what I want. So you just want me to stay here since your father's death and being beaten and cursed like a dog, abused and driven mad? Just so I could be near you. I'll stay to the end. I'm so too much even for his great love when he disappeared. Patty found a new world in her first introduction at Lincoln Manor with Edgar Lincoln and his sister Isabella, both Patty and me. Music and laughter were there and was a sweet from modern nights. Edgar Lincoln fell madly in love with Patty. They were constantly together. Wedding one evening, Edgar brought Patty home in a porn cart. As quickly as I could, I tried to warn her. Right, I'm down from the cart this evening. Thank you, Edgar. Oh, well, then, we have the most marvelous time. Patty, come here. Excuse me, Edgar. Something wrong, Ellen? You take back. When can you come back? You said you'd stay away until... Why were you gone so long? I didn't expect to find you here. Why were you gone so long? Why? Because I'd met the men who stayed at their house. Because I'd learned to dance and because I've had a wonderful, the nightful, fascinating time. Are you a stable boy? Would you mind putting my horse up for an hour? Yes, and you might wash your hands and comb your hair, Heathcliff. So I needn't be ashamed of you before I guess. And look after Mr. Lincoln's horse. Let him look after his own horse. Captain Sello, how can your brother allow such a beast of a gypsy stable boy to act like this? Beast of a gypsy stable boy. Of course, a roadside beggar giving himself airs of equality. What do you know about Heathcliff? He doesn't even know this performance. All I need to know... He was my friend long before you. That beggar? The beggar and all he belongs under our roof. He used to do well of him. I'll get out. Are you out of your skin? Get out, I said, or stop calling those I love men. Those you love? That stable boy? Yes. How did you realize what you're saying? Again, I hate you. I hate to look at your milk white face. I hate the touch of your soft, foolish hands. Some of that gypsy's evil soul has gotten into you, I think. Yes. Some of that beggar's giraffes are mules. Yes, yes, I'll get up. Where is Heathcliff? He's gone across the moor. He's told him he's doing great. Heathcliff! Make the world stop right here. Make everything stop and stand still and never move again. Heath, the moor has never changed. And you and I never change. The moor and I will never change. No matter what I ever see or do, this is I, forever. Armed with Heather. All they can hold. We've got the world now. Don't talk. All this might disappear. Already when you're missing, then get here in a young hand who'll come sniveling back after the way you treated him. But I sent my apologies to him, didn't I? Of course he'll come home. Happy. I can't believe this came to you. Just what could it seem you were? Stupid, harem-scarrem child with dirty hands and a willful heart. That's my other nature, and I still have it. It used to fly around wild, but now I can coax it into a cage whenever I want. You and the habit of entering my room. You know so much. I will, don't I? I take orders for me. Get out. Now that we're so happily alone, may I know to what I owe this great honor? He's coming. All the gentle folk dress for dinner. Why are you trying to win this fueling factory? I'm not a child anymore. You can't talk to me that way. I'm not talking to a child. I'm talking to Cassie. I'm your Cassie. Yes, you are. And I'm to take orders from you, a dirty stable girl. Cassie, Cassie, where's your heart? You had your chance to be something else. You left here once. Why didn't you stay away? Now let me alone. That's right. I'm come near you, lest you soil your dress. But who soils your heart, Cassie? Who turns you into a cheap, vain, ambitious fool? Linton does. You let yourself be loved by him because it pleases your stupid, greedy vanity. Stop it. Too so beggar is all you were born to be. Kneeling beside the road, begging for favors. Not earning them, but rimpering for them with your dirty hands. No. What's the matter with you? What's your scale? Kneading her more than my own life. I don't care, Ellen. I don't care if she loves Linton or whom she loves. But she'll only look at me and say mine best. Oh, it seems clear. Ellen, help me out. You know how we don't hide the door. You know your past. I want to be where I can see you, Ellen. Yes, Miss Cassie. Have Mr. Linton gone. He just left. Oh, Ellen, I have some wonderful news for you. Edgar is asking to meet. I'm to give him my answer tomorrow. Do you love him? Of course. That's a silly question. Because he's handsome and pleasant to be with. Not enough. Well, then, because he'll be with someday. And I'll be the finest lady in the county. Oh, Ellen, it would be heaven to escape from here. What about you, Miss Cassie? He gets worse every day. It would be great to marry him. I wish he'd never come back. What is that? I think nothing would win that. Well, my darling, it must directly be his beautiful whole new heaven to you. You'd better enter that heaven and take your place among the Linton Angels. The only thing is, I wonder if I belong in heaven. I dreamed once I was there. And I broke my heart with hoping to come back to earth, to the Bink Mora. The Angels were so hungry, they flung me back. And I woke on top of Wuthering Heights, sobbing with joy. So, Ellen, I suppose I really know no business marrying Edgar Linton than I have of being in heaven. But, Ellen, Ellen, what can I do? You're thinking of it together. Who else? He seems to take pleasure in being mean and brutal. And yet, he's more of myself than I am. Whatever our soul is amends us, he's the mind of the thing. The little happiness he's known, I've known too. If everything else in the world died and only his kiffer meant, life would still be full for me. Ellen, he's just taken master his best horse. He's gone. Gone? Yeah, but I say it, he's here. I'm not sure. But I think to who understood it would be great for you to marry him now. His heart frozen in her silken party dress. For weeks after she was ill, the Linton took her to their manor house and I was glad. There by the way, the strange influence that Euclid had had upon Kathy wore off. And she was happy with it. Oh, Edgar, you're your sister. You've been too kind to me already. If I could make you happy by just being kind, that should be enough for me. After all, what else can I give you? What else? You've given me a great deal, Elf, Edgar. You've given me your own self. You don't understand that you really knew what my life was before. It was like the moon, endless and desolate. And I was lost in time, calling for someone in the darkness to save me. I was so frightened, so terribly alone. Then suddenly, you were there. You held out your hand and led me back to a way of living I really never knew before. What you said long ago is true. There was a curse on me, Edgar, that kept me from doing myself, or at least from what I wanted to do. It kept me from living in heaven. There, Edgar, do you understand now? Kathy, my darling, let me take care of you. Love you always. Who would you? Who would you love me over? Always, Kathy. You look to be married, Edgar. Oh, quickly, quickly. It's the Lincoln home I've seen she had been to me before. I don't know what to call it after she became a sister. The only one who could not seem completely happy was Edgar's sister, Isabella. A year or two after the marriage, the three of them sat in the drawing room, Edgar and Isabella, and Kathy, quietly doing the setting point. When the door knocker sounded, when I saw who it was, I went back into the drawing room. Yes, Ellen? What's the matter? It's just Kathy. This cliff has come back. Ellen, I'm not at home, Ellen. Not at home? Darling, to whom? It's... It's Heathcliff. Heathcliff? Mm-hmm. Don't you seem the same, Ellen? No, sir. I hardly recognize him. I can find clothes. He seems quite the same. Don't worry, Ellen. I said I didn't wish to see him. Oh, nonsense, Kathy. It's been a long time. Bygones must be bygones. Yes, let it be some kind of caller. You want him in, Ellen? Yes, sir. Edgar, this is a mistake. Yes, sir. Your hands are trembling. Are they? The past is dead, my dear. Don't hesitate to smile and be nice to him, because I understand it's my wife who loves me who smiles. Thank you, Edgar. You always understand, Mr. Heathcliff. Come in. Hello, Kathy. Now, where are you? He said... Have you met my assistant, Isabella? Hello. How'd you do, Mr. Heathcliff? We are glad to see you, dear. Thank you. Well, Heathcliff, I must say, I've never seen such a complete change in a man. You seem to have proper guessed. Yes, I have. You must have found at least a gold mine. No. I merely remembered that my father was Emperor of China, and my mother, a Queen of India. And staying long in the neighborhood? I'm staying the rest of my life. Really? I have just bought the horses, the cattle, and the moors belonging to the estate known as Weathering Heights. You mean Karris' brother, Hingley, is sold out? Yes. But he doesn't know it yet. I imagine it would be a shock when Hingley discovers his gambling and liquor debts were paid up for in mine by his former stable boy. Heathcliff, you can't have done that. That's as underhanded a piece of work as ever I heard of. If I'd known Hingley was in such financial strait that his holdings were being stolen by a stranger. I remind you, Mr. Edgelinton, that I am not a stranger. I am merely a neighbor. Now I'll say goodnight. Wait, Heathcliff. I wanted to know that we sometimes have friends who come there, I guess. Edgar and I. You're welcome to come too, but not with the old cow on your face or that old goodness in your heart. Thank you, my dear friend Cathy, for the warning. Oh, I just remembered. I forgot to congratulate you on your... your marriage. May I now express my delight? I think you've behaved abominably. What? And you too, Kess! What in thunder do you mean? Well, you could at least be civil. You dismissed him as if he did a civil. Do you consider him anything else? I find he's grown fascinating and deceptive. Really, Zephela? I hope I misunderstand. There you go. We see all two few people, and I for one thought be rude. Did she ever call the game? Edgar, I... I greatly dread what the future will bring. Oh, nonsense, darling. I tell you, the past is dead. That's all, Joseph. I'll occupy the master bedroom. Yes, sir. You'll stay on, of course. Thank you, sir. Shall I pat Master Hindley's things? No. Just move them out of the master's bedroom. He'll remain under this roof. Master Hindley, sir? Yes. He gave me a roof once when I needed it. Joseph, I take it he's drinking a great deal. Yes, sir. The Doctor Kenneth has ordered him not to. Give him all the drink he wants, sir. Yes, sir. A lady's waiting to see you, sir. A lady? From Lincoln, Manor, sir. Oh, why didn't you tell me? In the future, Joseph, I don't know if there's anything to say. Are you disappointed, sir? Of course. I was passing by. My horse went in. I see. I just want to tell you I'm furious with my brother and Kathy. They received you most gently last night. Your brother didn't send you with this apology. Oh, no. In fact, he's forbidden me to... Speak to me, and Kathy there. Also, for bad joke. Please. Then, in all the Moorlands, you're my oldest friend. I... I would like to be. Thank you. Ms. Newton, I enjoy frankness. You didn't come here to apologize. Your horse, and your lady. Right. You came because you're lonely. Because the house you live in is too happily wedded for an outsider. Because it's no joy to ride the Moors alone. Is that right? Yes. In my dear... You... you can be lonely anymore. But I should kiss you. But... I don't know. You hated you like frankness. For the sick kids that held over Kathy, he seemed to hold over Isabella too. Against her brother's wishes, he came often to Wuthering Heights and to the scene many times the kids kept riding across Moors. Then one night, there was a party at Newton Manor. Knicksliff had not been invited, but he came as Isabella's guest. But his looks were all for Kathy. Dark, rudely look, until the guest was uncomfortable and left before the evening had well begun. Later that night, Kathy went to Isabella's room. Isabella, may I come in? If you would. Are you getting ready for bed? Yes. Oh, I'm getting a lovely dance tonight. May I sit you for a moment? Well? Isabella, you'll be here this evening tonight. In what way, ma'am? It was bad enough asking Knicksliff here without consulting or prayer. You had us forbidding you, but to kill yourself wasn't the way you did. Well, you refused to dance, but didn't I have to dance every dance? You result, you fool. You vain little fool. Who are you, Kathy? I'm going to open your eyes. Isabella, don't you see we're using you? Don't you see we're using you to be here, me, to smile at me behind your back? To try to roast something in my heart that's dead? It's you who are vain and foolish, Kathy. He's critic in love with me. Listen, I'm not a liar. He told me so. He's kissed me. Yes, kissed me. Tell me in his arms. Tell me he loves me. I'm going to your brother. Yes, don't you, Edgar. Tell him he's critic has asked me to marry him, and that I have said yes to him. Yes, you can't, Isabella. He's not a man. He's something horrible and dark to live with. I know why you say that. Because you love him. You're mad with jealousy at the thought of my marrying him, because you want him to pine for you, dream of you, die for you, and why you're safe and so lovely, Mrs. Edgar Linton. You want to hurt him, destroy him, but I want to make him happy. And I will. I will. You'd say I'm not surprised to see you. Did Edgar know? He wouldn't approve. Feastless is the truth. Is what truth? Did you ask Isabella to marry you? Did you? Feastless, you mustn't do this villainous thing. She's never harmed you. No, Kathy. But you have harmed me. Then punish me. That's what I intend to do. How? Every moment I hold her in my arms. When I kiss her, when I promise her life and happiness, you'll be punished. Marry her to do that? Yes. To teach you the ways of pain and the awful hell I'm in. She's clever for anything human less than you. Don't make me a partner for this kind. Kathy, if your heart were only stronger than your dull care for the world and its conventions, I'd live silent, content in your shadow, begging for an occasional word or thought as I used to do. But no, no, Kathy, no. You had to destroy me with that weakness you called virtue. You had to keep me tormented with that cruelty you think so pious. How the violent crew? You wish to be known as the finest lady in the county. You wanted your luxury and your life. At the same time, you wanted to keep me, your despairing lover. Feastless, that's not true. Now that I am returned, had you given me the smile of love, I might have been content. But now, Kathy, you needn't think of me as your despairing and foolish lover. You can think of me as a disabellous husband and be glad for my happiness as I am for your love. House on watering heights a hundred years ago, the candle burns low in the dreary guest room. There is no sound but the wind outside and the hushed voice of the old maid servant as she tells her story. He cliff-married her out of revenge, the same revenge that made him keep him here for the drinking himself into the grave. Isabella learned the reason for her marriage to his cliff, but she was powerless to do anything. Then one day Dr. Kenneth, an old friend, came to see her. He had come that morning from Lake Atlanta. I tell you, Isabella, go back where you belong to Edgar's hut. Edgar deserved me, Dr. Kenneth. I know, but he needs you now. Kathy is greatly ill. Really? Didn't you know? But it's a matter of days now, perhaps hours. You can't be dying. Yes, fever, inflammation of the lungs, this intense cold and something else. Something else? Yes. I'd call it the will to die. If Kathy dies, I might begin to live. Isabella, begin to live. Ha ha ha ha ha. In this house with Heathcliff, nothing can live. No, Henley. Nothing but hate that you seem to begin to live. When Kathy dies, you won't. Oh, Henry, what is this? This house I can feel the hate within it like a crushing weight. Of course you can. You. He hates you even more than he hates me. Stop it. Every time you kiss him, his heart breaks with rage that it's not happening. Isabella, why don't you do what I feel you're so weak to do? Kill him. Don't talk to me. Get away. Kill him, kill him, while there's still time to save your immortal soul. Well, then, ladies and gentlemen, you're remarkable. Really, it's the first clearance which I've heard from you in weeks. He's just too dead. I tried to stop him. Oh, thank you, my dear wife. Your loyalty is touching. Your curses will come home to feed on your own heart. Every agony you've ever given will return. Last now, he's tripped. There's no lost or in hell. Just why do you have him here? My dear, existence will be so much less without my boyhood friend under my roof. Because you're poison yourself with pain and back. Send him away, and love will come to this house. Kiss him, kiss him. Tell me, love me. Tell me, darling. Let me come near you, please. I want you to help me, my darling. Let me, please. You'll never regret letting me try. I'll bring life to you. Life and sunshine and freshness. Put your arms around me. Look in my eyes. I surrender. Like an instant. God, why did you give me life? What is it that hunger and pain? Mr. Cigabella, yes? What's your work here, Helen? I've come from Lincoln Manor to see Mr. Cigabella. Then you'll do so in front of me. Her brother is asking that she come home perfect. Oh, so he's lost some of his pride, has he? Well, there's none gone in this house. Please, Mr. Cigabella, who needs you? What is this, Helen? Why does he need her? Let go of me. Cappy's ill. Yes. She's dying. Cappy's dying. Yes. She's dying. Look at her. You're not going to hit him? Yes, you're not. Tell him I won't. No. She belongs to Edgar. She belongs to me. If he's dying, let her die in his arms. Where's he belong? Let her die. Let her die. Now who speaks of hate because of my way? It's no. No. The ball's a murmur from the height, a far away and wild heartbroken moan. The wings of Lucifer beat on the night. The soul of Lucifer wept all alone. Shall I read some more, darling? No, Edgar. Will you open the window, King? Won't it be too cold? Yes. And of course, my darling. Edgar, isn't there a south wind? And it needs a smell. Oh, my God. Yes, quite so. And you think you wish, my darling? Some heaven. There's a beautiful patch near the top. What castle, can't be? The castle on the moor, of course. Bring me some from there. You're in a fever, my dear. There's no castle on the moor? There is. There is. On the middle of the hill, beyond Wuthering Heights. You mean Tennessee Crane? Yes. Yes. Keep going, now. Why do you call it a castle? Because I was a queen there when you bring the havoc. If you will, while I'm gone and sleep. You're so kind, so close to me. My darling. You made me the finest lady in the county. Such lovely colors. I've always adored that belt to dress the most. What a wonderful dress, Edgar. Wonderful. When you wore it. Oh, no, please. Get in your hat. Yes, ma'am. I'll be back with a hither, you. Damn you. You found for him. All evil could have never parted us, Kathy. You did that alone. You wanted us like a greedy child to break your own heart and mind. Live without my soul. See that wild hour with poor Hitcliffe holding the dead body of the lost. Trying to tear away the veil of life and death. Crying out to Kathy's soul to haunt and torment him until he died. Then a strange voice that I heard was Kathy. And Hitcliffe went to follow her in the storm. It wasn't Kathy's, but her love. Kathy's love, stronger than time. Nothing for it. Unlucky. Who's there? It's Dr. Kenneth. Open the door. Dr. Kenneth? What's the matter? I was just crossing the moor on my way home. Did you see his face? Yes, I saw him through my carriage. He was wandering through the snow with a woman. A woman? Yes, they were walking through the storm with their arms about each other. I started to talk to them. I was nearly up to them. When, of a sudden, my horse reared and plunged. And then, then I found him. Alone, lying in the snow, Hitcliffe was dead. By the castle. By the peninsula claim. Yes. However, did you know? Your father was an emperor of China. And your mother a queen of India. We have our castle now, Houston. And our land. Now and forever. Thank you, Merle O'Baron and Cameron Mitchell, for making Wuthering Heights even more memorable by your fine performance. And now, may I introduce the great producer of Motion Pictures, an outstanding artist, gentlemen and showman, Mr. Samuel Gold. This means that you took me back to the time when we did the picture together. Your performance and I were just as great as it was then. And thank you, Cameron Mitchell, for doing such a fine deep fit. Thank you. Wuthering Heights is still a great love story. The greatest of the cold of the screen certainly is. Mr. Golden, why don't you bring back Wuthering Heights? There are so many people who would like to see it. I expect to. You'll bring it back, Sam. People are always asking me when they can see it again. And to see a beautiful Merle O'Baron in a lovely luxe complexion. Luxe complexion, everything. I was introduced to luxe when I first came here from England. And it's been my favorite toilet-sever ever since. Well, that's where I'm a subject of dolls. What are you going to bring out, Guys and Dolls? In the sunshine next year, I'm preparing them now and expect to start photographing early next year. Guys and Dolls is one of the biggest hits on Broadway of the past few seasons. The right to film it must have cost a lot. I understand you paid over a million dollars for the picture rights. That's right. I did. No wonder you're so careful with the casting. He's certainly made an excellent choice in casting Marlon Brando's Kai Masterson. Will Marlon sing and dance? He will. This first time musical for Marlon can do anything for my money. And for mine. I just finished making a picture with him, and he's wonderful. I'm also interested in the girls' roles. Don't you have anyone in mind from the tabloids, Sam? I've made a decision. And I'm sure the public will be like it at my choice. And for your information, she'll have a lovely, less complexion. How about the part of Nathan Detroit? That perhaps will remain a secret for a while. Well, I know the picture will be done as only Sam Goldwyn can do it, in a way that has always set such a high standard for all Hollywood to follow. Now, thank you, Irving. Now, tell me, are you continuing with your high standard next week and presenting another great motion picture? Yes, Sam. It's one of Warner Brothers' finest pictures of last season. Edna Thurber's great novel. So big. And as our stars, we will have one of the most accomplished artists in Hollywood, Ida Lupino, co-starring with one of our most handsome leading men, Robert Stack. That should be a wonderful show. Good night. Good night. It certainly will. Good night. A great opening show. Best of luck to you, Sam, and guys and girls.