 Family Theater presents Dorothy Maguire and Charles Boyer. From Hollywood, the Mutual Network in Cooperation with Family Theater presents Flight to Bermuda starring Dorothy Maguire, and now here is your host, Charles Boyer. Thank you, Tenille Afrano. Family Theater's only purpose is to bring to everyone's attention a practice that must become an important part of our lives if we are to win peace for ourselves, peace for our families, and peace for the world. Family Theater urges you to pray. Pray together as a family. And now to our transcribed drama, Flight to Bermuda, starring Dorothy Maguire as Joe. Sure, hold the wire just a moment, please. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve. Well worth ten cents, don't worry. Hello? Send us a night letter, that'll be a dollar twenty. Not at all. Thank you. Anything else to go out, Miss Addison? Let's see. Oh, there's one coming in on the tape now. Delivery? Mrs. Anne McLaughlin, four, one, six, Wentworth. Those two messages you have are down near Eighth, aren't they? Uh-huh. Channel Place in Cosgrove. Or you can pick this one up on your way back. Okay. You feeling all right, Miss Addison? Hmm? You look kind of tired. Ah, I guess I am a little tired, Barry. Tired of the night shift and this town and things in general. You know what you ought to do, Miss Addison? What's that? Get married. I'll pass the word. No kidding. But there's lots of guys you can marry. Not in Finchville. I've conducted a survey. You have to get out of this town. If you went to some place like Chicago or New York, you'd have to beat them off with a stick. That'll be the day. No kidding. You look kind of pretty when you get all fixed up. Well, thank you. Well, you know what I mean. Only in Finchville could a girl get a compliment like that. I mean it. I know, Barry. And thanks. Really? I guess I didn't say it very well. On the contrary, that's the nicest thing that's been said to me by a male over 17 in the last two months. I'm only 16. Oh. I knew there'd be a hitch to it. Gee, I'm sorry, Miss Addison. Oh, forget it. Here. You better get started on those deliveries. Yeah, I guess I'd better. Well, I'll be back about 15 minutes. OK. And Miss Addison. Yes, Barry. I'll be 17 in November. Happy birthday. Yeah. See ya. Well, I guess I'd better paste up that other message. Mrs. Anne McLaughlin, 416 Wentworth, congratulations. This is to notify you, you have one sweet tooth syrup slogan contest. Please contact Midwestern travel agent Mr. Charles Morris Chicago for flight to Bermuda plus accommodations. Two week vacation. How do you like that? Two weeks in Bermuda. Yes, for winning a slogan contest. Two weeks away from Finchville. Mrs. Anne McLaughlin. Mrs. What's a Mrs. winning a thing like this for? Should be a Miss. A Miss. A Miss Joe Addison, for instance. Not a Mrs. Anne McLaughlin, whatever that is. Or Mrs. Anybody. Husband probably won't let her go alone anyhow. Mrs. Anne McLaughlin. And she doesn't even know she won it yet. Nobody knows. But Miss. Joe Addison. Mrs. McLaughlin. What? Oh, what's the matter? Are you so excited you've forgotten your own name? Oh, no. Well, the airplane was making so much noise. Well, of course. All set to get aboard? You got everything? Yes. Oh, yes. It's too bad your husband couldn't have come up here to Chicago to see you off tonight. Oh, yes. Well, he's so busy. He'll be a lonely man these next two weeks. Well, yes, but he told me to have a good time. Well, I'm sure you will. Incidentally, about your purse. Oh, my purse? Oh, I'd almost forgotten. I notified the railroad that you think you left it on the train. Oh, you needn't have gone to all that bother. No bother at all, Miss McLaughlin. I know what it's like to lose all your identification. I had my wallet stolen about two years ago. I know very well what it's like. Oh, I'm sure it'll turn out. Well, let's hope so. It's lucky for you. We had that telegram in your suitcase. Otherwise, we never would have known who you were. Yes. Well, I told the railroad that you bought your ticket for Chicago at Finchville. You did? Yes. They'll trace it down, Miss McLaughlin. Now, don't you worry. Oh, but I don't want them to make such a fuss. No fuss, I assure you, Miss McLaughlin. They might just find that you left your purse on your dining room table back in Finchville. Oh, no. No, I didn't. No, don't you worry. Oh, look, look, look. They're rotting the passenger line around here playing. You'd better get aboard. Oh, wonderful. And I just assumed you forgot about the purse. Oh, forget it. Yes, I don't want my husband to worry. Ah, now you put this entirely out of your mind, Miss McLaughlin. Well, I... I'll send a wire to your husband, explaining what happened. Oh, no, no, you mustn't. I'll write it. Oh, it won't be any trouble at all. No, my husband, you see, wires, they upset him terribly. I'll write it. Well, just as you wish, Miss McLaughlin. Now, don't you forget, just get on board the plane there and have a wonderful time with them. Oh, yes, wonderful. And thank you, Miss McLaughlin. Morris! Morris! Oh, your name is McLaughlin. Oh, yes, that's true. Well, goodbye. Goodbye. And don't you worry, Miss McLaughlin. We'll find your purse. Well, you probably don't remember me, but I was on the plane from New York. Oh, yes. I noticed you weren't dancing, so I thought maybe, well, since we're both staying here at the same hotel in Bermuda, I thought I might as well introduce myself. Oh, yes. Well, I've seen you around. My name's Stan, Stan Juntz. Oh, how do you do? I'm Joe, Anne McLaughlin. Joe Anne? No, that's my father's name. Joe, not Joe Anne. Oh. My name's Anne, but we both have the same last name. McLaughlin, my father. Oh, I see. Oh, that's what got you so mixed up. I understand. Oh, isn't it beautiful down here, Mr. Stanson? Johnson? Johnson, Stan Johnson. How do you do? Oh, my. Anything wrong, Miss McLaughlin? No, I'm just so, so excited to be here in Bermuda at last. Is this your first trip? Yes. Oh, and isn't it just the most beautiful place in the whole world? I think it isn't that. I suppose you vacation here, not. Oh, well, I come here pretty regularly, but not exactly for a vacation. I'm a salesman for a hotel supply house. Oh, that must be wonderful to travel, I mean, all over the place, isn't it? Well, sometimes you get wishing there were some place you could settle down, you know, permanently. Oh, no. If I had the chance, I'd travel and travel. I'd go to Paris and London and Rome. And Finchville? What do you know about Finchville? Well, I wanted to find out your name, so I sneaked a look at the hotel register when we got here this morning. Oh, I see. That was very naughty of you, Mr. Johnson. Yeah, I guess it wasn't that, but, well, I was interested. Well, I'll forgive you this time. Oh, incidentally, you'll be amused to know it. It looked like you signed your name Mrs. McLaughlin. Oh, it did? Yeah. Oh, did it look like that? Oh, but I see you're not wearing a wedding ring. Oh, no, no, no. I never wear one. I mean, well, not being married, of course. I never... That's what I meant. I guess your hand must have slipped. When was that? When you were signing your name. On the register. On the register when I was signing my name? Oh, of course, I see. Well, that's exactly what happened. You see, my hand slipped, and it made the Mrs. look like a miss. I figured it was something like that. Silly thing to do. Those pens are terrible. Yeah, yeah. Well, since you are a miss... Oh, yes, I am. My handwriting's not very good, anyhow. And since all that pretty music is going on out there, I wondered if you'd like to dance. Why? Miss? Yes. I'd love to. What are you thinking about, honey? You've hardly said anything all afternoon. Oh, I was thinking that tomorrow it's back to Finchville. But only for a little while, Anne, as soon as my transfer comes through. Oh, Stan, I don't think we ought to make such definite plans. Hey, what goes on here? Let's just enjoy the buggy ride, and not think too far ahead. In the first place, darling, this is a land-down, not a buggy, and our driver would be in solitude if he heard you call it back. I was speaking figuratively. And in the second place, I love you. Well, how can you be sure of that? You hardly know me. I know all I want to know. Oh, Stan, I've had a wonderful time. It's been the two happiest weeks I've ever spent, but I... But nothing. I love you. I want to marry you. Now, what's complicated about that? But you don't know anything about me. Who wants to know? You got a dark secret in your past, Miss McLaughlin? My name is... I know. It's Anne. I was just kidding. Well, how do you know I don't have a dark secret or something? You don't know. Sure. You're a hunted criminal, probably traveling under an alien. And what if I were? Oh, honey. Or would you still want to marry me? Would you stand? If what? If I were a criminal as a thief. Honey, what's eating you? Answer me. Good grief, you won a slogan contest, get a two-week vacation, meet a guy who falls in love with him when he proposes you want to know what he married a criminal. Well, would you? Are you a criminal? Well, no. Of course not. So why the crazy questions? Good grief. I'm just trying to show you that you don't know everything about me. Well, you don't know anything about me. I could be Jack the Ripper. Oh, that's nonsense. I could be Jack the Ripper. I know all about you. Everybody in Hamilton knows about you. All right. So what do you know? I sell towels. Well, that's more than you know about me. You come from Finchville. You don't know where I work. All right. Where do you work? In a department store. The secret is out. You work in a department store. Now, don't be snot. Honey, what's this all about? What are you trying to tell me? It's just that... Oh. Oh. Is there... someone else? Oh, no. No, no, no, no. If there is... If there is... You don't have to let me down easy. Oh, there isn't Stan, really. If there is, tell me. Because the one thing I can't stand is being lied to. You... You can't stand that? It's insulting, degrading, and pointless. But sometimes it's... It's almost necessary. It's never necessary. No matter how unpleasant the truth is, it's a thousand times better than a lie. But sometimes it can be very hard to tell the truth. Only liars find it hard to tell the truth. Excuse me, dear, but this is a very big thing with me. I can see that it is. So, please, Stan, the truth... is there... anyone else? No. No, Stan, there isn't. And that's the truth. Well, then it's settled. We'll get married next month in Finchville, as soon as my transfer to the Midwest comes through. But, Stan... No, no, no, that's all. This is going to be our last night together for some time, so let's not spoil it arguing. Oh, I won't, Stan. As soon as we get to the hotel, you run upstairs and get dressed for dinner. Oh, Stan... I'll meet you in the lobby at 6.30. I've reserved a table at the Ace of Spades for tonight, and I've got a little something I picked up in town this afternoon that I... I want you to wear on that finger. Take those bags up to 7.14. Here's the key. Excuse me, Jim. Yes? Oh, Mr. Johnson. Dining in tonight? No, and I probably won't be back to the hotel until much before midnight, so I thought I'd leave word in case any messages came in. Very well. We'll be at the Ace of Spades. We? Yes, uh, Miss McLaughlin and I. Very well. Mr. Johnson, Ace of Spades. Any time before midnight. And, uh, you'd like any calls put through there? Well, not just any, but... if a call comes in from my New York office, especially if it's my boss, Mr. Leitner. Calls from New York, Mr. Leitner. That I would like put through. Put through to Ace of Spades. I, uh, I'm trying to get the company to transfer me back to the States. Don't tell me we're going to lose you, Mr. Johnson. Well, if you do, your loss will be my gain. I'm, uh, I'm planning on getting married. Oh, congratulations. Congratulations, Mr. Johnson. Who's the lucky girl? The, uh, the, uh, lady I'm taking to dinner tonight. Miss McLaughlin. Wonderful, wonderful. Is, is she a widow? Uh, who? Mrs. McLaughlin. Oh, no, no, no. I know what you're thinking of. It's Miss McLaughlin. When she signed the register, her arm slipped. I beg your pardon. It's Miss McLaughlin, not Mrs. She isn't married. But there's a message, a phone call, that came in from the airport this afternoon for her. And what of it? It was for Mrs. Joseph McLaughlin from Mr. Morris. He just got off the plane. But it can't be Mrs. I took the message myself. Mrs. Joseph McLaughlin of Finchville. From whom? In Mr. Morris. Something to do with the slogan contest she won. He called from the airport about 4.30. He seemed very excited about something, but I couldn't reach her. Mrs. Joseph McLaughlin? Yes. I just phoned the message up to her room now. She seemed to know who he was. Where, where is this guy Morris? Has he been here? No, but he reserved a room. Said he'd be here as soon as he got through customs. Misses? I expect he should arrive any minute now. She, she lied, she lied to me. Is, is anything wrong? Mr. Johnson? Say there's something wrong. What's Mrs. McLaughlin's room number? Why, 302? 302, thank you, thank you very much. It's me. Oh Stan! Yeah? Oh Stan, I was just going to call down to the lobby. So Joe McLaughlin is your father's name? Oh no, no Stan, that's what I wanted to tell you. I'll bet. What are you doing, packing? Yes, I, I've got to leave. Listen Stan, I can't explain now, but I'm in trouble, real trouble. I'll say you're in trouble. You had a lot of fun stringing me along, didn't you? Oh Stan, I wasn't stringing you along really. Don't give me any more hokum. The desk clerk just told me all about that phone call you got from Morris this afternoon. You, no. You bet I know. He was right there in the message. You mean, everything? Enough to figure out the rest of it. So Joe McLaughlin's your father, huh? Oh no, of course he's not my father. At last you admit it. Oh. Nice trick to play on a guy. Oh, I didn't mean to trick you Stan. What about McLaughlin? Oh McLaughlin doesn't mean anything to me. We're strangers. Ah, yes, strangers. The misunderstood wife. It's always the woman who pays. Well it is. And it's the woman you ought to feel sorry for in this case. After this I should feel sorry? Especially after this. What are things to lose? All this, this color and gaiety? After what you've done, that's the only regret you have? Absolutely. The only one. Of all the cool blood. What about McLaughlin and the kids? Well what about them? They didn't think up the slogan. They didn't think up the... Then there are kids? Three of them. Three. Or four, I'm not sure which. I can never remember things like that. Besides, they had nothing to do with it. Never in my life have I met such a stonehearted woman. Oh Stan. And I think I proposed. I wanted to marry you. I even bought the ring. Oh Stan. Stan. Isn't there any chance for us? What do you think I am? Oh, I'll probably have to go back and pay for what I've done. I should hope so. But it won't last forever. It won't? Well it's supposed to. You mean for life? Of course for life. Oh, but it's so unfair for just one mistake. Mistake? Don't tell me you didn't know what you were getting into when you decided to become Mrs. McLaughlin. Well yes, in a way, but it was just on the spur of the moment. I can believe that. And only for two weeks. Two weeks. Well, isn't that the usual time for things like this? Not where I come from. Well, two weeks was plenty for me. I can't believe it. I can't believe you do such a thing. Well I couldn't resist. It was free. All expenses paid. And that was all it meant to you? That. A chance to get out of Finchville for a while. Well all I can say is I'm glad I found you out before it was too late to do such a thing like that just to get out of Finchville for two weeks. I can see you've never been to Finchville. No, no, and I never will be. Much as I pity him, I have no intention of giving McLaughlin a chance to blow my head off. Throw your head off. You must think he takes things like this awfully hard. Most husbands do. Oh, he won't give it a second thought. I'm the one you'll be peeved with. Peaved? Well, if he thinks about it at all. Well, what kind of a man is he? I understand he's not considered very special in Finchville. But to think. To think I wanted to marry you. Well I must say it didn't take much to change your mind. Much! Come in. You can say much. Oh, for this Mrs. McLaughlin. Oh, Mr. Morris. Who's this? I was just going. Yes, are you part of this little intrigue, sir? I take it you represent the plated. I most certainly do. We have been deceived, defrauded and held up to public ridicule. Believe me, Mr. Morris. Mr. Johnson had nothing whatsoever to do with this. No heroics, thank you. We never have even met. Until we came to Bermuda. Is that true, Mr. Johnson? Oh, yes, but I... Oh, and she misrepresented herself to you. She did it with the management of this hotel. Yes. She certainly did. Well, very well then. I shan't detain you any longer. If, however, my client should want your corroborating testimony in this matter, would you be kind enough to come forward? Of course. Here's my card. Thank you. Don't even speak to me. But... You ought to be ashamed of yourself. I hope you get everything you deserve and more. But Stan, don't you feel sorry for me? The only person I feel sorry for in this whole mess is Joe McLaughlin. Your husband. My husband? Stay where you are, your lady. But Joe McLaughlin's not my husband. Don't I know it? That was it. Stan thought I was Mrs. McLaughlin. That was why I was so furious. Can I take it you know why the board of the sweet toothed syrup company is equally furious? Oh, yes, of course. But you must let me tell him I'm not married. Stan! You can tell him after you get through serving your prison sentence? Prison sentence? I understand that's a customary penalty for Grand Theft. But all I wanted was a little vacation. Oh, and you'll get one, I promise you. At the state's expense, Miss Addison. Can't you just let me find him and tell him how wrong he was? He thinks I'm married. Maybe he'd wait for me. Oh, maybe a clean, cut young man. Wait for a jailbird. But he said he loved me. It wasn't you. He loved Miss Addison. It was. No, it was the sweet, honest girl you pretended to be. That's what he fell in love with. But if you'd just let me go after him and tell him... I'm sorry, Miss Addison. I'm going to have to turn you over to the police. If I hadn't been so anxious to get out of Finchville, this never would have happened, would it? Well, perhaps. Mind if I use your phone? No. A desk? I'd like to send a wire, please. Yes, I'll wait. Finchville isn't really such a bad town. Make a pardon? Finchville. It's really quite nice. Not very big. But the people there are our friends. Yes, well, I've never been there myself. I've lived there all my life. Went to grammar school there. High school. Worked in a department store. And then I got a job in the telegraph office. Just a month ago. But so I understand. Do you know why I got a job in the telegraph office? I can't... Operator. A young lady. I'd like to send a wire. I got a job in the telegraph office. Because a young man from out of town opened up an electrical repair shop next door. That's why... That's very interesting. I don't even know his name. But he seemed very nice. And I thought I might meet him if he ever came in to send a telegram. But he never did. But I'd operate... I'd like to send a wire to Mrs. Anne McLaughlin. 416 Wentworth. Young lady. Finchville. Young lady. I'd like to send a wire. Hmm? Oh, I beg your pardon. I'd like to send a wire, if you don't mind. Hey, Joey, you got a customer. Get with it. Barry, did you deliver those messages already? Yeah, I thought you were going to paste up that other one while I was gone. Well, I... You've been sitting there all this time? Yes, I must have been. Oh, excuse me, sir. I didn't hear you. Not at all, not at all. The way you were staring at it, I figured that must be quite a message. Yes, sir. A lady right here in town just won a trip to Bermuda. A Mrs. McLaughlin. No kidding? Mm-hmm. Is that the McLaughlin's over on Wentworth Street? Yes, 416 Wentworth. You know them? Well, not very well. I just did a little work for them on their television, sent a new picture to. Oh. Is that right? Yeah. Yeah, I'd like to send a wire Yeah. I've got the repair shop next door. Oh. Is that right? Yeah, yeah. Joe, will you paste that thing up? Oh, yes, yes, right away. I ought to get Rich to learn a message like that. Um, I'll just be a moment. Okay. If you don't mind waiting, Mr.... Oh, no, no, not at all. Not at all. Thomas, it's Joe. Joe Thomas. I just have to paste this and then... Joe Thomas? Yeah, why? Why, that's... That's my first name, too. Josephine, I... Well, I just have to fold it up like this and put it in the envelope, and that's it. Can I have it, huh? Oh, yes. There, here. Thanks. We'll see you around, folks. They give me more than a buck. I'll buy ice cream for the house. Okay, and if they don't, I'll buy it. He's... He's a real good kid. Yes. Yes, he's swell. You wanted to send a wire? Oh, yeah, yeah. A straight wire or a night letter? Well, I guess a night letter will do it. To whom? To my mother. Mrs. Thomas? Yeah, yeah, it's... Tomorrow's her birthday, and I can't lie very well. I just wanted to meet you, and I'm new in Finchville, and I... I know. I figured to settle down here, but I don't know anybody. I mean, I don't know any girls, so... I know most of them. I could introduce you. Well, to tell the truth, I've met all of them. I want her right now. At least I think I have. Josephine? Everybody calls me Joe. That's what everybody calls me, too. It's going to get a little confusing. Confusing? I mean, two Joes, you know. We go out together, anything like that. You like movies? Oh, yes. Well, I noticed there's one... Well, there's only one here in time, but they change the picture every two days. Yes, and it's always a double feature, anyhow. Yeah, you always see two for one at a double feature. You know, Finchville's going to go crazy with this. Huh? What's that? Two Joes at a double feature. They'll go crazy. This is Charles Bouillier again. United we stand, divided we fall is a very fitting motto for a great state. But it is even more fitting for a family because the family is the foundation upon which the enduring state is built. The moment a state or a nation becomes torn with internal strife and dissension, it's fall, it's close at hand. And so it is with the family. But the family that unites in prayer need have no fear of such calamities for prayer is man's means of communicating with God. And he answers these prayers with his blessings of understanding and unison to the family that prays to him. The successful, the happy, and the lasting state, therefore, is the state which is composed of such families united in prayer. So let's remember them that unity maintains enduring peace and harmony in our nation and that the family that prays together stays together. More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of. From Hollywood, Family Theater has brought you transcribed Flight to Bermuda, starring Dorothy McGuire. Charles Boyer was your host. Others in our cast were John Stevenson, Howard McNeer, Jeffrey Silver, and Jim Nussar. The script was written and directed for Family Theater by John T. Kelly with music composed and conducted by Harry Zimmerman. This series of Family Theater broadcasts is made possible by the thousands of you who feel the need for this type of program by the mutual network which has responded to this need and by the hundreds of stars of state screen and radio who give so unselfishly their time and talent to appear on our Family Theater stage. To them and to you, our humble thanks. This is Tony LaFranco expressing the wish of Family Theater that the blessing of God may be upon you and your home and inviting you to be with us next week when Family Theater will present. Gustafson, starring Frank Lovejoy. 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