 Lux presents Hollywood. The Lux Radio Theatre brings you Ronald Coleman and Greer Garson in Random Harvest. Ladies and gentlemen, your producer, Mr. Cecil B. DeMille. Greetings from Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen. Consider yourself a motion picture producer for a moment. You've just been handed the best-selling novel of the year and it's yours for a picture. You have all the ingredients for a hit, and it would take Superman to live up to what everyone expects. That's what faced the men who brought James Hilton's dramatic story Random Harvest to the screen. They had two great stars, Ronald Coleman, with the longest record of success of any artist in town, and Greer Garson, fresh from her Academy Award performance in Mrs. Miniver. But when the Metro-Goldman Mayor production, Random Harvest, reached the public, it surpassed even the advance promises. And tonight we present the original stars of the picture in this haunting love story of a soldier who lost his memory and the girl who helped him find it. Ronald Coleman has just finished Kismet at Metro-Goldman Mayor, and Ms. Garson's latest picture, Madame Curie, is that studio's candidate for the Academy Award this year. And it was made by the same producer-director team responsible for Random Harvest, Sydney Franklin and Mervyn Leroy. Tonight's play goes to our fighting forces overseas by short ways. And if a certain sergeant in New Guinea should be listening, we wish to thank him for the following lines of verse which appeared in Yank Down Under. That's an army newspaper published by and for enlisted men in the Southwest Pacific. Here's the bit of GI verse. Somewhere out west in the endless blue, where the ocean and sky are of similar hue, a ship and a crew wait to enter the fray to fight for the good old American way, to fight for a hot dog and lux toilet soap, for picnics on Sunday and bottles of coke, for sodas and milkshakes and drive-ins and stuff, for popcorn and movies and bills on the cuff. We'll sweat and we'll push through mud and through heat, we'll sail through hell and never be beat, and the star of peace will shine someday, then we'll all go home to the U.S.A. Sergeant Jack Stanton is the author and it makes us very proud that one memory of their homeland that the boys want to come home to is lux toilet soap. Now for them and for you we raise the curtain on the first act of Random Harvest, starring Greer Garson as Paula and Ronald Coleman as Smithy. On the record of the Melbridge County Asylum, Melbridge, England, North... 18. Patient number 43652, name unknown, identification none, picked up by Germans in a shell hole near Arras, exchanged through Switzerland. Patients memory is affected, has no remembrance whatsoever of past life, trouble with speech, the result shock. Prognosis could be cured with patients and care in normal surroundings. On the night of November the 11th, 1918, this patient escaped from the Melbridge Asylum. He hadn't escaped, not really. In the excitement of the armistice, the iron gate of the asylum had been left open and he'd wandered into the town like a lonely ghost, buffeted by the crowd. I was at the back of his chopper and he came in. When a proprietor spoke to him, he tried to answer and couldn't. He stood there, confused and helpless, like a child in a bed to be understood. Well, close the door, close it, please. Well, what is it? I... I... Oh, come on, I haven't got all night. Cigarette. Well, what sort? Cigarette. Oh, why, you're one of the soldiers from the asylum, aren't you? You're... Oh, it's all right, dear, have a nice look around, see? I'll be back in a few days. You are from the asylum, aren't you? Aren't you? Yes, but I... I'm all right, really. Well, if you had given them the slip, I wouldn't say yes. She's telephoning them to come for you. You'd better run along. Come on. Yes, I... Hurry! He stumbled into the rain, trying to find a way through the crowd. On a sudden impulse, I followed him. He stopped to rest by an iron gate. He was exhausted. His hands held over his face. Can I help you? I thought you weren't feeling too fit, so I followed you. Oh, you look tired out. Yes, tired. Well, how about a brandy and soda? I'm going to have one. Shall we go over to the home pub just across the road? It's where we all stay when our show's in town. It's... Oh, you know, it's... It's friendly. Come on. Will you have another? Will you? I didn't know. Thanks. All right. Well, I must get over to the theatre. Now, what are you going to do? Oh, dear, will you be all right? What am I to do with you? I... I'll be all right. Are you sure? Listen, how do you like to see the show? You can sit in my dressing room. We have a nice little chat, just you and me. Good? Good. How do you like my costume? Or don't you? I... Yes. Ha, ha, ha. Now, tell me all about yourself. Why'd you give them a slip up at the hospital? You don't like the place? No? Oh, well, then, surely you ought not to be there. Come on. Answer me. Make an effort. I'm... I'm all right, really. It's my speech. Just nerve. Well, then, are you, see? You're doing splendidly. You don't know what a job I have as a rule. Oh, I can guess. I heard you up at that tobacco shop. There's another thing. I... I've lost my memory. I don't even know who I am. You mean you... Oh. Well, I know who you are. You're somebody awfully nice. What did they call you at that place? Smith. That... that's not my real name. What's yours? Paula. Paula Ridgeway. Look here, Smithy, it can't be good for you up there among all those poor souls. You can't be happy. Are you ever going to get better if you're unhappy? Perhaps I shouldn't be very happy anywhere just now. But Smithy, the war's over. Doesn't that mean anything to you? I suppose it should. No. No, of course not. You couldn't... Oh, Smithy. Oh, I'm just silly. Don't take any notice. It's... it's the day. So splendid for most hours and so sad for some. Well, never mind, Smithy. We've made anyway, haven't we? Yes. Haven't you any friends? Any parents that you can trade? Some people came to see me at the hospital, but I... I wasn't their son. Oh. Oh, I bet they were disappointed, weren't they? Yes, I... I think so. I was, too. I'd have liked to... to have belonged to them. Oh, Smithy. You're ruining my makeup. Well, now you do chatter. Yes, I seem to have talked rather a lot. Oh, that's me. I always bring people out much too far sometimes. Oh, you're off. All right, Sam. Smithy, look. I'll put your chair outside. You can see in front of the stage from there, and I'll be back in a couple of shakes. You'll be all right, won't you? Fine. You sure? Oh, your head seems awfully hot. Not ill, are you? No, I... Oh, come on. Come in. I left him on the balcony outside the dressing room. When I came off the stage, I saw him at the foot of the steps. He'd fallen unconscious. Yeah, he flew all right. The minute I seen him, I knew he had the flu. Did you call a doctor, Biffa? Yes, but I'm running a hotel here, Paula, not an hospital. Listen, Biffa, there's something I ought to tell you. He's... he's from the county of Phylum. No. Cool. But he's all right, really is. He'd been discharged if he'd had a home to go to. Oh, you don't think they'll come after him, do you? I... I'm all right. It's just my speech. I can't remember. Rest now, Smithy. You mustn't talk. I... I'm not like the others. I... I can't go back. If I go back, I... I'll never come out. I... I'll be like the others. I... You shan't go back, Smithy. I won't let you go back. Rest now. Rest, Smithy. Go to sleep. Come in. Well, hello. Hello. How did this show go? Oh, splendidly. The last night. Glad to get rid of it, I expect. How did you get on? I... I talked to the chambermaid today. I had quite a chat with her. You did? Wonderful. What about? The weather. Paula. Yes, Smithy? You're sure I can be useful? Your manager isn't just taking me on... because you asked... asked him? Oh, good gracious. You don't know Sam. No, the whole thing was his idea. I can't tell you what it means, Paula, to be someone again... to be wanted. It's all you're doing. I have to run on. Not stopping you once you've started. Come on, you've got to eat yourself, and I'll go down to mine. I'll be up again in time for the trade. Bye. Goodbye. I didn't know, but they were downstairs then. The men from the asylum. When I came back to Smithy's room, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for me. His things were packed in a little paper parcel that he held on his knees. He was smiling. It's time, isn't it? I'm already... Smithy, I've got to talk to you. Oh, there's nothing wrong, is there? Yes, there is. I won't read about the bush. Sam won't take you. He won't take me. There were two men from the asylum in the bar just now. They told everybody about your escape. Sam thinks it's too risky to take you. I think perhaps he's right. Oh. I think perhaps you should go back to the asylum. Until you're all well again, and then we could... Back? Oh, Smithy, you need care. You need doctors that understand your case. I feel dreadful about it, but it's for your sake. You do understand, don't you? You don't think I've gone back on you? It's not that I'm afraid. It's because I think it's right. They were all against me, all of them. They couldn't have made me do it if I didn't think it was right. You know that, Smithy, don't you? Well, tell me. Tell me you understand. Tell me, Smithy. Well, let me hear you say it. Or you could always speak to me. Speak to me? I... I... Oh, no, don't try to tell me. I know. You can't go back there. You're coming with me, Smithy. Everything's going to be all right. Don't you worry. We can't go with the others, but we'll find some quiet place where you can rest and get fit. Hurry now. We'll slip out by the back door. We took the train that night from Melbridge to Cornwall. Near town we found an inn beside a lake. It was like the end of the world. Quiet and lonely and lonely. Isn't it wonderful here? Now all you have to do is to get well. You will get well, won't you? Oh, say it. When do you hear you say it? I... I will. Oh, I... I had to tell a woman here that we were engaged. Oh, don't mind her. No. I've been looking all over for you. I've been fishing. Did you catch anything? No, just fishing. Look, a letter just came for you. I'm simply dying of curiosity. Look, it's from Liverpool, from that newspaper. I say so it is. Must be about that article you sent. Yes. Yes, I suppose it could be. Well, for goodness' sake, Smithy, open it. All right. I say it's a check. I don't believe it. Let me look. It's a small check, but it's a check. Oh, Smithy, how wonderful. Yes, it means an awful lot. You didn't know you had an author on your hands, did you? Of course I did. I'm really not a bit surprised. Do you think I can tell another? Another and another and another. Smithy, I wonder if you were a writer before... before the war. Yes, I've wondered that too. Aren't you terribly curious? By the past, I mean. Suppose it all came back to you suddenly, and it was what I know awfully grand with all sorts of wonderful people. You might even be married, Smithy. Who knows? Nonsense. Well, how can you be so sure? Well, because... Paula... Paula... I wonder if I could make a living of writing, a regular income, be independent. Why not? I could help writing. Paula, it... it's a lot of nerve, but I'm... I've fallen in love with you. Oh, no, you haven't. You're just being a little gentler. No, I'm nothing of a sort. I'm asking you to marry me. On a... on a check for two guineas. Smithy, don't ask me, please. I might take you up on it. I'm just that shameless... Paula... I've run after you from the very beginning, you know I have. I've never let you out of my sight since I first saw you in that little shop. Paula... What? Never leave me out of your sight ever again. Oh, it's Smithy. You do mean it. You... you do want it, really? More than anything else in the world. My life began with you. I can't imagine a future without you. Oh, I'd better say yes quickly before you change your mind. It... yes, darling. We were married in a little church at Cleveland. There was just a decor and his wife and a choir from the village. I remember the words of the hymn. All humans thought to transiting. Slowly we meet. And there may be the love that knows no end. We had bought a cottage. A lovely dream of a cottage with a white picket fence and a front yard of blankets apart from the cherry buttons. It was in that house just two years later that our son was born. Good morning. Are you the registrar of births for Cleveland? End vicinity. Well, I've dropped into register a new subject. Name of child? Smith. We're calling him John. After me. My wife thinks he's the image of me. Really? And the date? Of course he has her eyes blue. And when he smiles, he's just like my wife. Except for the teeth. Well, you can't expect everything all at once. What did you say the date was? November the 6th. Don't you want his weight? Eight pounds, three and a half ounces. Bigger and stronger than baby's twice his age. Father's profession? Writer. In a small way, of course. Writer and parent. A parent in a big way. That will be all? Yes, thank you. Oh, but you can form only a very inadequate picture of him from what I've given you. Well, I'll have to struggle along. I'll bring him in in person one of these days. Do that. Then you can see for yourself. Do I get a receipt? You do. Here it is. Thank you. Thank you very much. I'll bring him in. Do that. Did I wake him? I brought him a present. Here, son. Will he know it's a cat? Mrs. Smith. Hi, Mrs. Smith. Do you remember me? Do I? What's so wonderful about that fellow? He does eat since sleep. Much of the time is not even friendly. Never occurred you to buy me a present. Never. Except these. Just a string of beads. Very ordinary. I adore them, darling. But they're just the color of your eyes. You're an awfully nice color scheme, darling. Your hair is like a bright new penny. Mr. and Mrs. Smith, you know? Yes, I'll tell them. Oh, that must be the vicar. Go in. Hello, vicar. Come in. Good morning. How are you, Mrs. Smith? Very well. Thank you, vicar. And the air? Well, take a look. Quite a size, isn't it? Bigger and stronger than baby's twice his age. Oh, I'm sure. Oh, I was at the first office just now. That's been an extraordinary event. A telegram. No, really? Oh, very thrilling. You got it. New div. For Mr. John Smith. Very well. For me. Probably someone congratulating you on becoming a father. Is it Smithy? Yeah, but it is. Smithy, aren't you ever going to tell me what's in it? I can't believe it. It's fantastic. Oh, darling, please. I can't stand it another second. It's from Liverpool. Can you appear at Mercury office at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning regarding permanent position on paper? Samuel C. Henson editor. Oh, darling. Oh, Smithy, how marvelous. It's incredible. Can you appear at Mercury office at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning? Of course you can. Goodness, you're a terrible panker. Shirts, socks, tie. May I ask what you're going to sleep in? Oh, great Scott, pajamas. Yes. Are you excited? Wildly. Well, think what it means. I'll be able to do things for you. Things I've always dreamed of. I wish I could come too. Yes, I've been thinking of that. But I can't wait. He might change his mind. Darling, you're not worrying about me, are you? I feel absolutely sure of myself. I know. I sure am worried. It's just... I know. Our first parting. Mm-hmm. When you'll be back. Tomorrow night. 8 o'clock train. Where will you stay? Oh, I hadn't thought. The Great Northern isn't bad. It's near the station, too. They've got your key. Yes. Goodbye, darling. Goodbye. Say goodbye to our son. Goodbye, young fellow. Goodbye, darling. See you tomorrow night. Tomorrow night? Good luck, Smithy. I've been delivered from Mercury. Oh, thanks. Say, can you tell me I'm looking for the Mercury office? Right across the street down the corner. Across the street? Oh, I see. Yes. Thank you. Oh, he's just going out. Get it up deep and run over. Oh, he's killed. He's killed. He stepped off the curve. I was talking to him. He stepped off the curve. There's an animal. Quick. He's coming around now. Feeling better? Oh, you've got an unholy bump there. Looks worse than it is, though. Do you feel any pain? Well, my head aches a bit. Would it be funny if it didn't? What on earth? My clothes. Well, this is all wrong. You're going to be in the city? What should you be in? A uniform, of course. I'm on exit service. But where the devil am I, anyway? You're in Liverpool. In Liverpool? A chemist shop. But in Liverpool, I... You have a nasty shock. The party had the accident. It wasn't my fault, Constable. He slipped in the mud right in front of my cab. Is that the right of it, sir? That's the truth. Any governor? I think so. I'm not sure. Can I have your name, please, sir? Rainier. Charles Rainier. Rainier. Profession, sir? Captain in the Wessex regiment. Yes, please. The trenches. Atta. I beg your pardon, sir. Well, random hall. North random, sorry. Thank you, sir. You don't wish to lodge a complaint, sir. Thank you, no. I'm sure whatever happened was my fault. All right. Thanks, Mr. Rainier. Thanks, Governor. Well, I think I'll be getting along. Thank you. Sure, you feel strong enough to walk? Well, just a little dizzy, but I'll manage it. Oh, what do I owe you? Oh, never mind that. Oh, very kind. Thank you. Okay. Would you mind telling me what day is this? This is Thursday. Thursday, yes, at the date. November the 14th. November the 14th, 1920. 19. Goodbye. Goodbye, sir. 19. 20 years, darling. Three years. And with girls. Young girls, it's me. And with girls. And with girls. And with girls. And with girls. And with girls. And with girls. And with girls. And with girls. Here's a few moments before the males present Rocket Homan and Drew Darson in Act Two of Random Harvesters. And now a young soldier and his girl. I sure hate to say goodnight, Mary. It's late and I do have to get up early again. Never mind, dear. Listen with butter tomorrow. Oh, but that's a long time, woman. Am I lucky guy to have a girl as pretty as you see. And a few minutes later... He's just a good-natured red-akan. That little Mary mustn't get her beauty clear. I want Jim to keep right hand for me like my look. So now for my luck so special. It's easy and quick. Turn on the water. Cover my face with plenty of nice creamy leather. Wicked in gently but thoroughly. Rinse with warm water. Then splash on cool. Cat dry with a soft towel. Now when I touch my skin it feels so fresh and soft. And it is. Well the musical effects are extra but there it is. The luck so beauty facial clever girls everywhere depend on for gentle protecting care. Care that really leaves skin softer, lovelier. In recent tests actually three out of four complexions improved in a short time with daily luck so facial. Famous Hollywood stars say these facials with luck soaps rich active leather do wonders for the skin. Why don't you try them? Ask for luck toilet soap tomorrow. And if you find your dealer is temporarily out of stock due to wartime conditions be sure to have more soon. Remember luck toilet soap Hollywood beauty soap is worth waiting for. We pause now for station identification. This is the Columbia Broadcasting System. Act two of random harvest starring Greer Garson as Paula and Ronald Coleman as Smithy. I waited for Smithy in our cottage in Cleveland for days and weeks. Then I knew he would never return. I went to Liverpool to the hotel where he'd stayed. His group was there but there was no trace of him. I went to Millbridge to consult Dr. Bernay at the country of silence. I believe I can guess what's happened Mrs. Good. In some way perhaps by shock your husband's memory has returned. He's taken up his former life again. But his life with me. We're married we have a child. Those years are a blank. His life with you is forgotten. I always felt someday I'd find him again. I worked and studied to prepare myself for any circumstances. I found a position as a secretary in Liverpool and then moved on to other jobs in other cities. Searching for him. But later that I saw a picture in a London newspaper. Charles Rainier it said. Head of Rainier Incorporated. One of England's industrial magnets. It was a picture of my husband. Yes. Miss Kitty Chunkart is here Mr. Ray. Oh a sender in please. Hello Mrs. I suppose you don't remember my telling you I'd be busy. Not a word. Well how do you like me? My dear you look adorable. Then adore me over luncheon. Sorry Kitty can't afford the time. Oh yes you can. Miss Hanson says so. She says it'll do you good to get out of this stuffy office. Just a moment. Miss Hanson. Yes Mr. Rainier. Owing to lamentable weaknesses of character I'm having lunch at the Savoy with your approval I understand. I thought I'd approve. You do? I guess I do Mr. Rainier. There. Have I any appointments for two o'clock? Yes. Can you postpone them? Yes I can. Thanks. All right young woman I can give you precisely one hour and a half. From door to door. Oh no Miss Hanson told me two hours. Come along. Cigarette Kitty? Please. You're being very charming today Charles. You haven't looked at your watch once. Oh that reminds me. Say it's just on three. You used to say that you hated business. Did I? Hmm. You were just going to whip things into shape and then get out. You were going to write. So I was. You know I always had that idea somewhere in the back of my mind. You could try. Yes I suppose I could. What? Charles what is it? That man over there at the other table. Do you know him? No. But I thought I did for a moment. That happens sometimes. I see a face. I hear a voice. Seems to remind me of something. A sort of wisp of memory that can't be caught before it fades away. Who knows last year? Perhaps. Now. What were you saying? That you should take a holiday. I haven't the time. Oh that's nonsense. You could make the time. How old are you? None of your business. You're awfully nice looking Charles. Thank you. Oh it's not fair. What? You spoiled me for other men that's why. Aw kissy. No secret is it? I've always been mad about you. Family used to tease me about it. Ah ah ah kissy. Might be fun if you love me now. For a lot of light you know. We laugh at the same things. We have marvelous times together. I sometimes wonder why you don't. In my slow and careful way I've wondered sometimes too. Well why don't you just to be curious? I haven't said that I don't. Oh no. Would it be too incredible? It would be fantastic. Then it is fantastic. But I don't believe it. I don't believe that you mean it and that you'll go on meaning it. It's just a dream. No. You do want me. I'm not just a school girl to you. Darling. You're very sweet and dear to me. I'm building a great hope on you. I shall come to the office tomorrow and find you forgotten all about it. I'll help Miss Hansen remind me. Oh Charles darling. Take me out of here. Take me somewhere and kiss me. Yes Miss Hansen. I have the reign of our prospectus Mr. Rainier. No yes bring it in please. Yes. Miss Hansen. She was Mr. Rainier's private secretary. She'd been with him three years. He used to say jokingly that he couldn't get along without her. I wanted to tell him so many times that I was Miss Hansen. I went to Dr. Bernay the only one who knew my secret. I pleaded with him to let me tell Charles. You must wait for her until he recognizes you. I believe that in that locked chamber of his mind there's a phantom memory of you that will always stand between him and any other woman. But he can't give you reality. You're just a fugitive shadow of a dream. There isn't much help to me Mr. Doctor. I'm real. He's a real tear. My jealousy is real. And I need, I need for him. But if you tell him and he doesn't remember there's only a disaster for you both. At best he'd resent you. The shock could leave him worse than he ever was. Yes. Yes I understand. I can offer you only that frail hope that someday a miracle will happen and he'll come back to you. Not as Charles Rainier, but as a... What was it you used to call him? Sniffy. As a prospectus Mr. Rainier. Thought here I believe. Hmm? Oh yes, yes Miss Hansen. I'm sorry. Daydreaming. You saw this offer from Howard and Williams. Yes Mr. Rainier. You worked for them once I believe. Do you think they're bluffing? I think not. I used to know Mr. Williams pretty well. Yes, yes. I remember he was quite annoyed when you came to me. He called me a pirate. Oh that's not really fair. It was all my doing. Oh indeed? I'd heard that Miss Lindy was leaving you and I made up my mind to apply for the position. May I ask why? Well a few weeks before I'd come across a picture of you in a magazine. Underneath it said one of England's industrial magnets. Oh dear me. Yes I was impressed. I decided then and there I must better myself. Well I'm sincerely glad you did Miss Hansen. Now what's all this? Oh that's the report on that firm in the Midlands. Oh yes. The Melbridge cable company. Melbridge. Yes it's a town in the Midlands. Melbridge. Oh yes yes of course. I think my brother mentioned it. I'll get him to run down. I'm taking a long holiday Miss Hansen. Ah you I think that's a very good idea. I may be gone a year if things can be arranged. A year? I'm being married Miss Hansen. Oh. You're the first to hear the news. I'm afraid it'll mean a lot of extra work for you. She's chill caught I suppose. Yes it's kidding. Was it so obvious? Oh no not at all. She's a very charming girl. Yes I fully agree. I hope you won't take it into your head to follow my example Miss Hansen. I don't know what I should do without you. I have been married Mr. Ringer. May I remember I told you when I took the position. Oh yes to be sure yes. You have a child I believe. Yes. A little boy. He. He died. Oh yes yes I'm sorry. A little boy who died. I couldn't tell him it was his son. Too late now to hope that he'd ever remember me. I'd lived on that hope for three years. Not of too late. Oh I might have told him that I was his wife. He'd have accepted me. He'd have pitied me. And he'd resent me. There was only one thing for me to do. The law is quite clear on that point Mrs. Smith. If it is proved that for a period of not less than seven years. No news of a person has been received by those who would naturally hear of him if he were alive. Then he may be legally presumed dead. You wish me to take the necessary steps. Please. Very well. I shall have the marriage dissolved. What do you think Charles? Have you any choice? About what? About the hymns to be sung at the wedding. It's your wedding too you know. Oh I'd like anything you pick out. Do you care for this one Mr. Rainey? I'd say it quite often. That night I'd forgotten the words. The voices that breathe your need. And that early sweet. Oh yes I remember now. But there is another lovely one nearly always used. Just perhaps. Perfect love. We accept it. I like that. Oh perfect love. All humans thought transcending. Slowly we kneel in prayer before thy throne. Charles do you know the word? That there may be the love that now is no ending. For love. Charles what's wrong? What are you staring at? Mr. Meadowside. I think that'll be all for now. Yes. Look at me please. Hmm? Yes Kitty? What were you saying? It's all right Charles. I'm glad it's happened. Better. Better? What has happened? I've been uncertain almost from the beginning. I've always known it really. Known what? That I'm not the one. Charles you looked at me just now as if I were a stranger. Trying to take the place of someone else. Someone else? Oh I know it sounds absurd. Let me say it please. Sometimes especially when we've been close enough I've had a curious feeling that I remind you of someone else. Someone you once knew. Don't leave me Kitty. I need you. I'm trying to make a life. Someone you loved as you'll never love me. I am nearly the one Charles. So nearly that I shall always be proud of it. But nearly isn't enough for a lifetime. Kitty. Kitty. I don't know what to say. You don't have to say anything. But because I am so nearly the one. And because I love you more than anyone I shall ever marry. Will you kiss me goodbye? But where did Mr. Rainier go? I don't know Miss Hanson. He just left. He asked me to put some things into a bag for him. I don't quite know why miss. But I sort of think he may have gone to Liverpool. Liverpool? Yes miss. He came that night that he came back from the dead you might say. Sheldon, please try to tell me everything you can remember about that night in 1920. What did he tell you about what had happened to him? Well miss, it was a wet night. In November it was. He'd been knocked down by a taxi and carried into a chemist shop in Liverpool. He knew that much. But why he was in Liverpool? Or where he had been before? He couldn't remember. I went to Liverpool that night. I found him in a hotel room alone. Come in. Please forgive me for coming. We were all so anxious. And something very important came up. How did you know I was in Liverpool? Something Sheldon said. I made inquiries. Oh. You say some important business induced you to follow me? Yes. Sir Edward Lake, Member of Parliament for Westlife, and died on Monday. There'll be a by-election. I'd like you to stand as Liberal candidate. Did Sheldon tell you of my. My experience here? About 12 years ago? Yes. Yes, he did, Mr. Rainier. I came back here at that time hoping to stumble on the trail of my path. But I failed then. And I failed now. Nothing helped you? Nothing. Why should I feel a sense of lust so acute that it's spoiling your life? I'm not being honest with myself. My life's not complete. And I've hurt others. I don't know why I bore you with my affairs, Miss Anton. You feel perhaps that you lived in Liverpool? It seems possible. But not certain. You mean I might have been visiting the city? Well, you might have come in from a nearby town or from the country, perhaps on business. Yes, perhaps. And stayed at some hotel. Do you know in what direction you were walking? Many accidents happened? Yes, I checked that. I was walking down Mason Street. It was wet. Well, there are two hotels north of Mason Street. There's the old Olympic and the Great Northern. The Great Northern, eh? Yes, it's quite a distance from the Olympic. So if it was wet, the chances are that you were coming from the Great Northern. Yes, presuming I stayed at a hotel at all. But under what name was I registered? Well, there's just one chance to find out. If you were at a hotel, you walked out leaving unclaimed luggage. Would they keep it so long? Oh, it's worth investigating. Yes. Yes, I'm glad you came, Miss Hanson. You've given me a fresh hope. We'll start with the Great Northern. There was some luggage at the Great Northern. A single grip covered with labels and the name on it, John Smith. It was his grip, the one I had given him. We opened it and looked through it together. Well, that settled it. John Smith. A highly unimaginative incognito. And what could be more anonymous than those poor eggs? Nothing seems familiar to you. No. There's a finality about that most unrewarding find like a door slammed and bolted. I... I'm not sure what you mean by that. It means that I shall learn to accept myself for what I am. A psychological defective. The kitty saw me. As you must see me. It means that I shall never know. After a brief intermission, Mr. DeMille returns with Ronald Coleman and Greer Garson for act three of Random Harvest. And now, let's listen in for a moment on a young man in a romantic mood. How sweet you are. How dear your tenderly smiling face. How sweet you are. Thrilling words said so often to the girl who's a luxe girl. The girl who's lovely to look at. Nice to be near. The girl wise enough to know that everyone responds to that very feminine charm of perfect exquisite dainting. She's found her complexion soap, luxe toilet soap, is a beauty soap more ways than one. I always use luxe soap as a bath soap too. The lather's extra creamy. It carries away every trace of dust and dirt. It leaves my skin fresh. Really sweet. And Hollywood screen stars too are enthusiastic about their luxe soap beauty bath. Charming Irene Dunn has said, I love the delicate fragrance luxe soap leaves on my skin. Why not make a luxe soap bath part of your daily beauty routine? It's a delightful luxury. A luxury you can enjoy and still be thrifty. For luxe toilet soap is hard milled. That means each satin smooth cake can be used down to the last thin sliver. These days when it's patriotic not to waste soap, that's important. And here's another little tip to save your luxe toilet soap. Moisten the leftover piece and press it onto your new cake. And always put your beauty soap in a soap dish that's dry. Now, Mr. DeMille returns to the microphone. We'll have a very personal chat with our stars after the play. But now the curtain rises on the third act of random harvest. Starring Ronald Coleman and Greer Garson. The door to the past was shut and bolted forever. There was no chance now, no hope that he would remember me. I stayed on as his secretary because I couldn't live away from him. I was with him through the election, took his deed in the house. I was there the day he made his first speech. Hello. Nice of you to come down for my debut as I set his factory. Oh, really? By the way, I haven't really thanked you for your help in the campaign. I thoroughly enjoyed it. I'm glad of that. Very glad. You were staring at me, you know. Oh, I'm sorry. You know, it just struck me. Your hair is bright red in the sunshine. Oh, is that all? You were looking so intense. Was I? Did you ever have those feelings of having lived through certain moments before? You mean you have the feeling that you've known me before? As a matter of fact, I felt it quite strongly the first day you came into my office. Oh? Is that why you engaged me? Perhaps. But it was also your air of quiet efficiency. And Miss Hansen, forgive me, but... Is there any possibility that you might marry again? Not the slightest. I'm asking you because... I have a proposal to make. It may sound outrageous to you, but it's not a sudden impulse. I thought it over very carefully. You and I are in the same boat. For both, both prisons. Oh, that sounds a bit dramatic, but I think it expresses it. We're prisoners of our past. Yes. What if we were to pool our loneliness and give each other what little we have to give, support, friendship? I'm proposing marriage, Miss Hansen. Thank you. Or should I call it a merger? I'm good at mergers. But a Member of Parliament should have a wife, Margaret, so I'm told on all sides. You have exceptional gifts. Would it interest you to have a wider field for them? I... I don't know. You need to have no fear that I would make any emotional demands upon you. I have only sincere friendship to offer, and I won't ask any more from you. Please think it over. I'm selfish, preferable, but I... I can't have you giving me notice, you know. I've been lost without you. But Miss Hansen, Margaret, have I hurt you? I don't... I... There's come those things that I never cried. I married Charles Rainier. I don't know what I expected. Perhaps that he would someday fall in love with me. But I kept to the terms, and Charles did too. It was still Charles now. Charles and Lady Rainier who appeared together at the opera, who gave dinner at Random Hall for the Prime Minister. So Charles and Lady Rainier, a very devoted couple, he was saying. Good night. Well, that's over with. You certainly mellowed the Prime Minister. He was positively purring when I put him into the car. Oh, nonsense. Good heavens is nearly three o'clock. You had two committee meetings tomorrow. Good day. It's the morning of May the 25th. Does that suggest anything to you? Our wedding, our third anniversary. I... I thought you'd like this. What is it, Charles? Your anniversary gift. Nick? Oh, Charles. All my gratitude goes with it, Margaret. Oh, it's true, beautiful. Oh, you're so amazing. Will you put it on for me? Of course. There. There. How do you like it? Lovely. You know, you're a very beautiful woman. Thank you. I rather hoped you felt that way. Margaret, are you happy? Why do you ask? Oh, fringe of friendship. If I hadn't interfered in your life... I should never have been Lady Rainier and entertained the Prime Minister and warned these enemies. Is it enough? Perhaps not. Is there anyone else? Charles, why are you asking me? Well, if there were. I wasn't wanted to say this. I wouldn't hold you to our bargain. I haven't the right. Are you trying to get rid of me, Charles? Oh, you know. You know I'd be utterly lost without you. Well, I'm glad to hear that. Because I like my job. Well, good night, Charles. And thank you for the wonderful present. I cried that night. I sat at my dressing table and cried. In front of me there was another necklace. The one he'd given me long ago. With no emerald in it. Here. Oh, come in, Charles. Margaret, I'm afraid I... Why, you're crying. Did I say something to hurt you? No, it's nothing really. I'm just nervous. Is there anything that I could... another necklace? Yes. A very old one. A gift? Yes. He said, sitting with a color on my eyes. They all... aren't they? Margaret, isn't there something morbid and very in one heart to the death? That's a strange thing for you to say. Is it? You haven't even... a memory. No. And yet the best of it is... if the passage is alarming, the joy in living... is buried in the little space of time that you've forgotten. It isn't quite the same thing. Oh, no. Because... in some big way I still have... Hope? I'll say that again. How do you, Charles? What do you think that? Are you really with someone? That someday you might find her again? Margaret, it's... it's nothing I can put into words. It doesn't get frightened with something. You know it comes in weird. It doesn't flush by on the street. Yes, I thought of that. My name is Metta Charles. It might be someone you know. Charles, it... might even be me. Oh, Margaret. Oh, of course I know I'm talking while, but... Charles, I suddenly thought I'd like to travel. I think I need a change of direction. To travel? Yes, you know, I've never been out of England. Well, perhaps in the whole house of jam... Oh, I don't want to drag you away. I'll take a maid or a friend, perhaps. Margaret, I believe you want to get away from me. No, no, it's just... it's been rather strange. It's been harder than I thought being the wife of Charles Rainey. If you wish, of course. Shall we talk about it in the morning? In the morning, yes. Hello. I think this is my compartment, yes, too. You're having two days in the country? Yes. Yes, my boat sails on Wednesday. And it's on your way, please. No, this isn't it. It's just a quiet little country village with a delightful loading and a cottage with a... I want to see again the cottage. Yes, I was once very happy there. Well, goodbye, Charles. Margaret, I wish you weren't going. Will you let me hear from you? Of course. Goodbye. Are you going to the hotel? No, to the office. There's some trouble there. Oh? It'll seem strange not to talk it over with you, Margaret. Bye, Charles. Goodbye. The Charles? Yes. Oh, hello, Harrison. I, uh... I took the liberty of coming down for this strike. You know, it's pretty serious. Strike, eh? The Melbridge cable works. The men are out of hand. The Melbridge? Oh, yes, yes, of course. Well, perhaps we'd better run down there. Yes, sir. It's all right, men. We've got our terms. There's 27 a week left. Thanks to one in. Sir Charles Speedy. Surely, they seem quite happy, sir. Well, there's nothing more we can do here. Melbridge. Not exactly the place I'd choose to live in. Shall I get a cab, sir? No, let's walk. Enough part of the station. Very well, sir. Fargo's getting sicker. Yes, beastly. Have you a cigarette? Uh, no. I'm sorry. I never mind with a little tobacconist around the corner. Yes, sir. I thought you said you'd never been in Melbridge. I haven't. But you said there's a little tobacconist just around the corner. You said there's a little tobacconist just around the corner. Well, sir, there is. You see, over there. Yes, but that shop is off the main street. You couldn't have seen it on your way from the station. No, that's true. Well, then how did you know of it? I don't know. You seem very sure you came straight to it. Yes, I was sure. But I don't know how. Melbridge. What's the matter? Melbridge. You will, sir. Let me get a cab. No, no, no. Let me think. Let me think. There's something. That shop. The street. The crowd. Well, there's a taxi. I'll get it. Taxi. The crowd. See me. Yes, sir? Here you are, sir. Get in. A driver. Where is the hospital? Hospital? You mean the old one or the new one, sir? The old one, I think. Big gate. A high wall all around it. You wouldn't be meaning the asylum, would you, sir? The asylum. Take us there. Look here, sir. You say you came out of these gates. Yes, I'm sure of that. There was some excitement and a great deal of noise. Then let's start from here. Now, you must have gone into town. Yes, I did. Well, perhaps as we go, you can piece things together. Yes, that's right. That's a good idea. I came along this path and walked toward the town. It was a good deal of fog, like tonight, and people shouting. And the sound of... I was trying to get away from something. Trying to escape. There was some danger. I was afraid. And I went to that shop, the Jamaicanism. You're one of the soldiers from the asylum, aren't you? The asylum. I was right. I came from there. Now, you left the shop. Where did you go? I don't know. The crowd... Can I help you? Wait, wait. A girl. There was a girl. I thought you were dating to this, so I apologize. Yes, a girl. Well, I know who you are. You're somebody awfully nice. There's a place for soldiers at... Yes, sir. There's a cottage somewhere. It's a white cottage with a white picket fence. It's near a church. You can see this people through the trees. And hear the bells ringing. Could you... Could you find the place, sir? It's been cleaved in. Such a long time. Such a long, long time, Paula. Mithy. Oh, Mithy. Found you. The memory of random harvest will linger long in our hearts. Thanks to the artistry of Ronald Coleman and Greer Garson. They're still in the spotlight as they step forward for a curtain call. Thank you, CB. And once again, we're grateful to James Hilton for a fine story. Mr. Hilton has quite an extensive connection with this group. We first saw Greer Garson on the screen and his story, Goodbye, Mr. Chip. And, of course, Ronnie discovered Shangri-La in Mr. Hilton's Lost Horizon. And Gary Cooper and I hope to discover it in the story of Dr. Wassel. Mr. Hilton worked on that, too. I suppose, Greer, that in Shangri-La, everyone would be sure to use the right kind of soap? Well, I'll be on the right track here, CB. You know, when I first came to Hollywood, one of the familiar things I saw at the studio in the dressing room was luck soap. I'd been used to having it in my theater dressing rooms in London and at home, too. So I was very happy to see it was popular over here, as well. Now, if we had you before a television camera right now, we could illustrate why luck is so popular. By the way, Ronnie, your next picture, Kismet, is one of my favorite plays. I suppose, in the first scenes, you are the Arab beggar. Yes, and, brother, could you spare a dime? Arms for the love of Allah. And arms for the love of American children. Yesterday was the birthday of the President of the United States. And each year on his birthday, the nation contributes generously to the march of dimes. Dimes and dollars to wipe out the horror of infantile paralysis. Contributions may be sent directly to the President's but the wife's house. And we should be able to remember the address. Perhaps some of our listeners have already seen Greer Garson in a short film on this subject. She's Chairman of the Motion Picture Division, or should I say Chair Lady Greer. Well, either way suits me, Mr. Dinell, as long as the money comes into the youngsters. Well, you can count on the 30 million that gather around this microphone on Monday night. Good. Have you picked a play for next week yet, Mr. Dinell? We picked one right hot off the screen, Greer. The current universal hit is Butler's Sister. And our stars will be Deanna Derbin, Pat O'Brien and Robert Page. This is Deanna Derbin's newest success. And it's in her, in her very best tradition. A gay romance with the added charm of Deanna's lovely singing. And next Monday night, Pat O'Brien and Robert Page will join her at this microphone. We'll all be joining you for that, CB. Good night. Good night. Random harvest brought us a bumper chop of entertainment. Our sponsors, the makers of Luxe Coil and Soap, join me in inviting you to be with us again next Monday night. When the Luxe Radio Theatre presents Deanna Derbin, Pat O'Brien and Robert Page in his Butler's Sister. It's accessibility to me to say good night to you from Hollywood. And tonight's play were Ray Lawrence, Ed Harvey, Gloria Gordon, Eric Snowden, Fred Warlock, Charles Lung, Joe Gilbert, Vernon Steele, Dennis Green, Charles Steele, Richard Nugent, Norman Steele, Alec Harford, Joan Loring and Thomas Mills. This program is broadcast to our fighting forces overseas by International Shortwave Radio, through cooperation with the Armed Forces Radio Service. Our Luxe Radio Theatre production of Random Harvest has come to you with the good wishes of the makers of Luxe Toilet Coil. Our music was directed by Louis Silver, and this is your announcer, John N. Kennedy, reminding you to tune in again next Monday night to hear Deanna Derbin, Pat O'Brien and Robert Page in his Butler's Sister.