Reunion After Death

[Transcript of 21 July 1945 broadcast.
The first broadcast of this script 
would have been in 1934-1936, perhaps 
under a different title.]
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ANNOUNCER: You probably recall the dramatic program entitled "Lights Out!" For 
the many of you who are loyal followers of that series, as well as for those 
of you who are hearing these memorable plays for the first time, NBC is 
presenting a limited number of the fantasies which comprised one category in 
the "Lights Out!" repertoire. Willis Cooper, then of NBC's Chicago staff, was 
the author. And tonight's play is the second in our cycle of revivals. 

And, so, it's ... 

DEEP VOICE: Lights out!

SOUND: (CLOCK CHIMES ... WINDS HOWL ... NOISES OUT ... GONG)

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ADAM: (SOLEMNLY) It is an old saying -- how if ye shall pluck from the grave 
even one flower and shall afterward cast it away, then shall the place where 
the flower be cast forevermore be haunted by the soul of him from whose grave 
was the flower plucked.

SOUND: (GONG)

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SOUND: (WINDS HOWL)

BASIL: We'd - better go now, Adam. Getting dark.

ADAM: I'll go soon.

BASIL: It isn't good for you, Adam, to stay here by her grave.

CHRISTIAN: No, Adam. You can't bring her back now.

ADAM: I know but-- So hard to leave her here all alone. She was always afraid 
of the dark. I - I - I can't leave her.

CHRISTIAN: You must come, Adam. It's hard, old man, but time is the great 
healer, you know.

BASIL: It doesn't do any good now. You've got to live your life, Adam.

ADAM: Yes. Yes, I know.

CHRISTIAN: Come on now, then?

ADAM: Yes, in - just a moment. (SOBS) I'm sorry, boys, I - I - I can't help 
it.

BASIL: Er, we'll - walk along a little way, Adam. We'll wait for you. Down by 
the cemetery gate?

ADAM: Oh. All right. I'll come right away. You - you won't have to wait long. 
I'll be right there.

BASIL: Come on, Christian. 

CHRISTIAN: We'll wait, Adam.

ADAM: (ABSENTLY) Yes. Yes. Wait.

SOUND: (WIND CONTINUES ... FOOTSTEPS AWAY)

ADAM: (WEEPS) 

BASIL: Poor chap.

CHRISTIAN: Hard, isn't it? 

BASIL: I guess they were pretty much in love. 

CHRISTIAN: I've never seen two people so completely, madly in love with each 
other as those two were. Marriage of two months.

BASIL: We'll have to do something with him. He can't go on as he started, the 
poor fella.

CHRISTIAN: I'm always so awkward at times like that. I never know what to say 
or do.

BASIL: Well, neither do I. 

CHRISTIAN: I wish he'd come along. A cemetery at night is hardly my idea of a 
pleasant place to stay.

BASIL: That's right. Well, you can't tell what you'd do under the same 
circumstances.

CHRISTIAN: No. 

BASIL: I guess we can stand it a little while longer. Poor chap. Shall we wait 
here for him?

CHRISTIAN: Ah, this'll be all right, I guess. 

BASIL: You see him?

CHRISTIAN: Mm, he's kneeling down. 

BASIL: Praying. 

CHRISTIAN: I didn't know that Adam was especially religious.

BASIL: He isn't. That's probably the first time in his life he's ever prayed.

CHRISTIAN: Death - does strange things to us, doesn't it? (PAUSE) Oh, he's 
coming now. 

BASIL: I wish we could do something for him.

CHRISTIAN: Probably the best thing we could do is -- leave him alone.

BASIL: I don't know. Adam's always been moody. You can't tell what he'd do.

CHRISTIAN: (MORE A STATEMENT THAN A QUESTION) Commit suicide.

BASIL: I wouldn't take a chance on leaving him alone - very long.

CHRISTIAN: Then you're planning on staying with him tonight?

BASIL: Yes, he's coming to my house. Better come along.

CHRISTIAN: Don't mind, I will.

SOUND: (ADAM'S FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

BASIL: You, er, you're coming to my house tonight, you know, Adam.

ADAM: Am I? Thanks, Basil.

BASIL: We'll sit and talk all night just like we used to. Shall we?

ADAM: I couldn't sleep.

CHRISTIAN: Adam, you've got to put this out of your mind.

ADAM: Put Diane out of my mind, Christian? No. No, I think not.

CHRISTIAN: I didn't mean that, Adam. But she's gone now and nothing you can do 
can change that, you know. You've got to face it, you can't go on--

ADAM: I can never forget her, Christian.

CHRISTIAN: Of course not. But you've got to accept her-- Death is a fact. It's 
inevitable. Comes to all of us.

ADAM: Yes.

BASIL: What's that you're carrying, Adam?

ADAM: What? Oh, uh-- I picked some roses from her grave. Those red Ulrich 
Brunners that you sent, Christian. You knew she always loved them better than 
any other kind.

CHRISTIAN: Yes.

ADAM: They're HER flowers. She always had a bowl of Ulrich Brunners in the 
living room and they were at her bedside all the time she was sick.

BASIL: Well, we'll put them in water when we get home.

ADAM: (DARKLY) No. No, I don't think so, Basil. I think I want them to wither. 
I don't think I'd want to see red roses again, blooming and happy. I-- I'll 
think too much of her lying out there, lonely, afraid of the dark--

BASIL: Don't, Adam.

ADAM: Oh, Basil, I loved her so--

BASIL: Yes, old fellow. We know.

CHRISTIAN: They're very fresh now. Almost as if they'd just been cut.

ADAM: Yes. All except this one. It started to wither too soon. I don't want 
it. (THROWS THE ROSE AWAY) I want them all to wither together.

CHRISTIAN: (CONCERNED) Did you throw that rose away, Adam?

ADAM: Yes, I didn't want it.

CHRISTIAN: You - shouldn't have done that.

ADAM: I didn't want one rose of all of them to wither away and die before the 
others' time comes.

CHRISTIAN: No, Adam, but--

BASIL: What's the matter, Christian?

CHRISTIAN: I-- I-- Nothing.

BASIL: What's the matter?

CHRISTIAN: Adam, I hope you won't think I'm completely mad--

ADAM: Hm?

CHRISTIAN: --but my grandmother used to tell me of a superstition the old 
people had--

ADAM: What, Christian?

CHRISTIAN: Let's find that rose, shall we?

ADAM: Why? What - what are you talking about?

BASIL: What IS the matter, Christian?

CHRISTIAN: (SELF-CONSCIOUS) Well, it's almost indecent to mention it now -- 
but there's an old superstition that if you take a flower from a grave and 
then throw it away, the spot where you throw it will be -- haunted by the 
spirit of -- Well, d'you see?

ADAM: (RETREATING) Oh, I - I threw it right back there by those old stone 
steps. I - I can find it again.

SOUND: (ADAM'S FOOTSTEPS DEPART)

BASIL: (WHISPERED DISMAY) Oh, Christian, you-- Why did you--?

CHRISTIAN: I'm sorry, I - couldn't help it, Basil. My grandmother told it to 
me and SHE believed it.

BASIL: But you don't believe any such rot.

CHRISTIAN: I don't know, Basil. None of us knows what truth there is in these 
superstitions. I'd rather not take a chance.

SOUND: (ADAM'S FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

ADAM: (COMING BACK) I can't find it. It's gone. (BEAT, AWED) It's gone, 
Christian.

SOUND: (GONG)

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ADAM: So sweet. Now she lies out there, alone, afraid. I can't stand it, I 
tell you.

BASIL: Now, Adam, please, old fellow, you must--

ADAM: Oh, Diane, Diane, my dearest. 

BASIL: Lie down on the couch, Adam. Perhaps you could sleep a little. I'll 
read to you, shall I?

ADAM: I can't sleep, Basil. I can't with Diane-- (BREAKS DOWN) Oh, Diane, 
Diane, I can't live without you. I won't. I won't!

CHRISTIAN: Now, lie down, Adam, old boy. (BEAT) That's it. 

ADAM: I'm sorry, fellas, I - I can't help it.

CHRISTIAN: We know.

BASIL: It's all right.

ADAM: Keeping you both awake when you've got work to do. I - I'm ashamed of 
myself but what can I do? What - what can I do?

BASIL: I'll get a cup of coffee, shall I?

ADAM: No. Don't do that. 

BASIL: Take only a minute.

ADAM: No. Will you boys do something for me?

BASIL: Of course.

CHRISTIAN: Certainly.

ADAM: Oh, good friends, I--

CHRISTIAN: What do you want us to do, Adam?

ADAM: Will you - go with me to that place where I threw away the rose? (NO 
ANSWER) Will you? I - I know it sounds mad, idiotic. But if I-- If there's the 
slightest possibility that--

BASIL: If you want us to, Adam.

CHRISTIAN: Of course.

ADAM: I wonder if there COULD be any truth in it.

CHRISTIAN: None of us know, Adam. But there are folks who believe it.

ADAM: Yes. If it is true, do you suppose I could--? (FADES)

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SOUND: (FOOTSTEPS, WINDS HOWL)

CHRISTIAN: Can't be much farther. By those old stone steps.

BASIL: Oh, there are the steps.

ADAM: (QUIET, INTENSE) If it could only be. If it could only be.

BASIL: We'll wait with you a little while, shall we?

ADAM: Yes, I - I'm afraid to be alone.

CHRISTIAN: We'll stay with you, Adam.

ADAM: If she's here, she - she hears us.

CHRISTIAN: Yes. 

ADAM: (CALLS GENTLY) Diane? Diane?

SOUND: (DOG HOWLS IN THE DISTANCE)

BASIL: Do you really feel, Christian--?

ADAM: Diane? Diane?

SOUND: (DOG HOWLS AGAIN)

CHRISTIAN: "Dogs howl when ghosts walk."

ADAM: Ssshhh!

SOUND: (CLOCK BELL BEGINS TO CHIME MIDNIGHT)

ADAM: Midnight. The hour when ghosts walk and graves give up their dead. (IN 
DESPAIR) Diane, Diane dead -- Diane, oh, Diane, if you're here, answer me!

SOUND: (DOG HOWLS AGAIN)

ADAM: Diane? Oh, it's no use, it's no use. I've lost her. I've lost her. Oh, 
Diane! Diane!

CHRISTIAN: Adam?

ADAM: Yes?

CHRISTIAN: Adam, we'll walk down the path a little ways. 

ADAM: You--? But--

CHRISTIAN: Perhaps if we're not here with you--

ADAM: That's it! That's it, Christian! Oh, Diane?!

CHRISTIAN: Come on, Basil.

SOUND: (FOOTSTEPS AWAY)

BASIL: Poor chap. Oh, the poor fellow.

CHRISTIAN: He'll go mad if he doesn't--

BASIL: Ssshh! Listen!

ADAM: (RECOGNITION) Oh, Diane. Diane?

DIANE: (INDISTINCT, THROUGH THE HOWLING WIND) I'm - here - Adam.

SOUND: (GONG)

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ADAM: But I tell you, she DID come. Yes!

CHRISTIAN: You're - certain, Adam?

ADAM: Yes, I heard her voice. I talked to her.

BASIL: Could - could you SEE her, Adam?

ADAM: She was like a white shadow, Basil. A white shadow that wavered before 
me and-- It WAS Diane.

BASIL: Good Heavens.

ADAM: She knew why she she was there, Christian. The flower --  the - the 
withered rose was in her hand and - and it wasn't withered any more. It was 
fresh and beautiful as the day it was cut. I could smell its fragrance, the 
fragrance of a whole great garden of roses.

BASIL: You - you're sure--?

ADAM: Sure? I'm positive that I saw her. I spoke to her, Basil! She spoke to 
me.

CHRISTIAN: She's happy?

ADAM: Happy. But lonely. She was so afraid of the dark always. Now, she'll 
never be afraid of it any more. I'm - going there every night. Every night.

CHRISTIAN: Adam, do you think it's best?

ADAM: It's the only thing I can I do. I MUST do it! I thought I'd lost her. 
Now I've got her back. Right from the very grave! She's mine forever.

CHRISTIAN: You're very faithful.

ADAM: "Till death do us part," I said. Till death do us part, Christian. And 
Death cannot part us. She's mine forever.

CHRISTIAN: I wonder.

ADAM: She asked about you. The both of you. She remembered. She - she knew 
that you'd sent the roses, Christian. She told me to thank you. She remembered 
-- beyond the grave, she remembered.

CHRISTIAN: You're fortunate, Adam. Or are you?

BASIL: Adam, are you sure that you saw her and heard her? Are you sure that 
perhaps it wasn't wrought up nerves? A hallucination perhaps?

ADAM: You heard, you said, Basil.

BASIL: Yes, we - THOUGHT we heard a voice. But it might have been the wind in 
the trees.

ADAM: No, no, no! It was Diane! And now she's mine again. (BEAT) Every night. 
Every night. For all the long years ahead.

SOUND: (GONG)

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EVELYN: I don't care! If they're coming again tonight, I'm going out!

ADAM: But, Evelyn, dear--

EVELYN: Don't "Evelyn, dear" me! They've been coming to my house every 
Wednesday night since we were married and I don't like them! I don't like 
them, I tell you!

ADAM: But, Evelyn, they're my oldest and best friends--

EVELYN: And I'm your wife! 

ADAM: (EXHALES DISMISSIVELY)

EVELYN: Wish you could spend a little time with me instead of sitting around 
talking all night long with a couple of worthless--

ADAM: Evelyn, please--

EVELYN: I don't care! I won't have it! That's all. 

ADAM: If you want to, go, Evelyn.

EVELYN: Well, I AM going. That's all there is to it -- since I will not sit 
around here and try to amuse myself when you and they--

SOUND: (DOOR BUZZER BUZZES)

EVELYN: Oh, there they are now. I'm going.

ADAM: Evelyn, you could at least be civil to my friends.

EVELYN: I've been civil enough to them for six years and I'm not gonna do it a 
minute longer! Go ahead, have your good time. Don't worry about me. 

SOUND: (OPENS REAR DOOR)

EVELYN: I'm going to enjoy m'self.

SOUND: (SLAMS DOOR ... ADAM EXHALES ... FOOTSTEPS ... FRONT DOOR OPENS ... 
MENS' FOOTSTEPS UNDER THE FOLLOWING)

BASIL: Well! How are you, Adam?

ADAM: Hello, Basil, Christian.

CHRISTIAN: Adam, how are ya?

ADAM: Tired, boys. I seem to be tired all the time. Evelyn went out. She - she 
wanted to see a movie, I think, or something. I hope you won't mind.

BASIL: No, not at all.

CHRISTIAN: No, of course not.

ADAM: Come on in to the studio. 

SOUND: (FOOTSTEPS TO STUDIO ... DOOR SHUTS ... MEN SIT, GET COMFORTABLE, ETC.)

ADAM: Just put your coats wherever you like and sit down.

BASIL: Thanks. You know we always look forward to these Wednesday nights, 
Adam. We don't see enough of each other any more.

CHRISTIAN: No, it's not like the old days when we spent all our time together.

ADAM: Sit down, Christian. There are cigars in the box there.

CHRISTIAN: Oh, thanks.

SOUND: (PULLS UP A CHAIR)

BASIL: You're looking a little done in, Adam. Been working too hard?

ADAM: No. I suppose not. But it gets a little harder each time. I haven't the 
steady hand I used to have.

BASIL: Oh, now, that isn't true. Your hand is just as sure as it ever was.

CHRISTIAN: From the looks of that landscape there, I'd say it was.

BASIL: Ah, I should say so. Well ... !

SOUND: (FOOTSTEPS TO THE PAINTING)

BASIL: Interesting, Adam. Very interesting.

ADAM: You - like it?

BASIL: Very much. It, er, looks rather familiar, I - can't place it, though.

SOUND: (FOOTSTEPS TO THE PAINTING)

CHRISTIAN: That's what I was thinking.

ADAM: You'd remember it, perhaps.

CHRISTIAN: Yes?

ADAM: Do you remember those old stone steps?

CHRISTIAN: It's familiar.

BASIL: Yes, very familiar. (REALIZES, UNHAPPILY) I know.

CHRISTIAN: Where, Basil?

BASIL: The - the cemetery road.

ADAM: Where I threw away an Ulrich Brunner rose one day. Seven years ago. I've 
been married six years.

CHRISTIAN: Six years. (CHUCKLES) It doesn't seem possible, Adam.

ADAM: Yeah, but it is.

BASIL: Mm. Everything all right, Adam?

ADAM: Oh, yes. I - I've not been very faithful to her. 

BASIL: Well, you can't expect--

ADAM: No. But I promised once till death do us part. Till death do us part. 
And I brought her back from the grave.

CHRISTIAN: Do you still believe that?

ADAM: For a long time, Christian, I didn't believe it. But, now, I - I wonder. 

BASIL: It was a long time ago.

ADAM: Yes. A very long time ago.

BASIL: You never went back there again, Adam?

ADAM: No. You remember the next day I had to go west on that business trip. It 
was my uncle's death. I was gone for almost a year, you remember.

CHRISTIAN: Yes.

ADAM: And I came back -- married to Evelyn.

BASIL: Adam, Christian and I are your oldest friends. Uh, why - why did you 
ever marry Evelyn?

ADAM: I've been asking myself that question for six years, Basil. I don't 
know. Perhaps it was the fact that she [?] over me, flattered me, the Great 
Artist. Perhaps it was because I was so lonely.

CHRISTIAN: It isn't too late.

ADAM: Too late?

BASIL: There ARE divorce courts.

ADAM: Yes, I suppose so, but - I gave her a promise.

CHRISTIAN: You gave Diane a promise.

ADAM: Yes. I broke that one. I shall not break another.

CHRISTIAN: I drove down the cemetery road this afternoon. The old stone steps 
are gone.

ADAM: Gone?

CHRISTIAN: Yes. They're building houses along there now. New houses for a new 
generation.

BASIL: The world changes.

ADAM: And men change, Basil.

BASIL: Have you changed, Adam? Really changed?

ADAM: Do you think I have? (NO ANSWER) Do you, Christian?

CHRISTIAN: I thought you'd changed. Now, I'm not so sure.

BASIL: You've not changed, Adam.

ADAM: No. No, I think I've not. Grown older, forgotten a little -- that's all.

CHRISTIAN: We could drive out along the cemetery road, Adam.

ADAM: Hm?

CHRISTIAN: The car's outside.

BASIL: Yes.

ADAM: No. No, I think not. I will be faithful in my own fashion -- until the 
time comes.

BASIL: And then?

ADAM: And then, my friends, I will still be faithful -- to the one I love.

CHRISTIAN: You're a strange man.

ADAM: Strange? No. It's only that I will not break a second promise. (UPBEAT) 
But enough of this sadness. What'll it be? Cards? Come on, light your cigars. 
Have a drink. Be merry, my friends, be merry. (WRYLY) Tomorrow, we die!

SOUND: (GONG)

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SOUND: (CAR ENGINE UNDER FOLLOWING:)

BASIL: When I think of him tied to that woman--!

CHRISTIAN: Adam -- who loved Diane and brought her back from the grave.

BASIL: She's made his life a perfect hell.

CHRISTIAN: What can you do about it? He won't divorce her.

BASIL: Oh, of course not. He explained THAT tonight.

CHRISTIAN: Yes. 

BASIL: Poor Diane. 

CHRISTIAN: Basil, DID we hear her voice at the old stone steps that night?

BASIL: Did we?

CHRISTIAN: I don't know. 

BASIL: Adam was certain HE did.

CHRISTIAN: I remember.

BASIL: He loved her so much.

CHRISTIAN: He hasn't forgotten her.

BASIL: No, he'll never forget her.

CHRISTIAN: That wench of his will have him insane in another year.

BASIL: Yeah. Did you notice that landscape we were talking about?

CHRISTIAN: The stone steps?

BASIL: Yes. 

CHRISTIAN: Yes, I noticed it.

BASIL: Bad color. Perspective out of drawing. Composition all wrong. Do you 
suppose Adam doesn't know that, Christian?

CHRISTIAN: I - don't know.

BASIL: She's taken that from him.

CHRISTIAN: He was a fine artist once.

BASIL: Yes. 

CHRISTIAN: Not any more.

BASIL: No.

SOUND: (CAR PULLS OVER AND PARKS)

CHRISTIAN: Well, thanks for bringing me home. Uh, stop off and have a drink.

BASIL: No, I don't think-- (EXHALES) Yes, I believe I will.

CHRISTIAN: Well, then, come along.

BASIL: Thanks.

SOUND: (CAR DOORS OPEN AND CLOSE ... FOOTSTEPS)

CHRISTIAN: I think Vera's gone to bed but we can find something--

BASIL: I wouldn't ordinarily but I think I need one tonight.

SOUND: (ENTERING HOUSE ... PHONE RINGS)

CHRISTIAN: [?], I think. Well. Come in. Oh, phone's ringing. I'll get it 
before it wakes Vera.

SOUND: (FOOTSTEPS ... PICKS UP PHONE)

CHRISTIAN: Yes? ... Yes. ... Who? ... Oh. ... Oh, it's-- ... No! ... Oh ... 
Yes, of course.

SOUND: (HANGS UP PHONE)

CHRISTIAN: That - that was Adam's wife, Basil. 

BASIL: Adam's wife?

CHRISTIAN: He's dead. She found him lying in front of the picture of the stone 
steps.

SOUND: (GONG)

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SOUND: (WINDS HOWL)

CHRISTIAN: It's getting dark, Basil. We better go.

BASIL: Yes. Yes, in - in a moment. 

CHRISTIAN: Poor Adam. 

BASIL: He didn't get much out of life. 

CHRISTIAN: Did you see HER?

BASIL: Yes, I saw her.

CHRISTIAN: She didn't seem very moved.

BASIL: Impatient to get away.

CHRISTIAN: Yes. Shall we go?

BASIL: Leave the poor chap - here - alone.

CHRISTIAN: With Diane there beside him.

BASIL: Diane isn't there beside him, Christian.

CHRISTIAN: What? Oh.

BASIL: Yes. Well, rest in peace, Adam.

CHRISTIAN: Amen.

SOUND: (FOOTSTEPS TRUDGE AWAY)

BASIL: I suppose it's the best thing.

CHRISTIAN: Yes. His last few years haven't been very happy.

BASIL: Still, it's hard to see the earth close above the head of a friend.

CHRISTIAN: Yes.

BASIL: He was smiling. Did you see?

CHRISTIAN: Yes, I saw. He's keeping that broken promise now.

BASIL: Getting awfully dark.

CHRISTIAN: It's the time of year. And we've been there a long time.

BASIL: A long time.

CHRISTIAN: We'll be passing the place in a moment.

BASIL: Place where the stone steps were.

CHRISTIAN: Yes. There's a new house there now.

BASIL: Would you recognize the place? 

CHRISTIAN: I - don't know.

BASIL: We must be almost there now.

CHRISTIAN: It's so dark.

SOUND: (DOG HOWLS ... FOOTSTEPS STOP)

DIANE: (WEEPS QUIETLY UNDER THE FOLLOWING)

CHRISTIAN: "Dogs howl when ghosts walk." Remember?

BASIL: I remember.

CHRISTIAN: Listen, Basil.

BASIL: What?

CHRISTIAN: I - thought I heard something. A woman - crying. Could it be--?

BASIL: Christian, be still. (CALLS GENTLY) Diane? Diane?

CHRISTIAN: It is.

BASIL: Be still. Diane?

DIANE: Who calls me?

BASIL: It IS Diane.

DIANE: Who calls me?

CHRISTIAN: I see her. White shadow.

BASIL: It's Basil, Diane.

DIANE: (LOVINGLY) Basil. And Christian.

CHRISTIAN: Yes, Diane.

DIANE: Oh, Basil, I've waited so long for him. In the dark.

BASIL: We know, Diane.

CHRISTIAN: He's been faithful to you, Diane.

DIANE: I know. I know, but now he will never come. He's dead, Christian.

CHRISTIAN: Yes. We've just come from his grave.

DIANE: Oh, Adam, Adam, I'm so longing for you.

BASIL: You love him, Diane?

DIANE: I'll love him, Basil -- till the end of eternity. And he is lost to me 
forever now.

CHRISTIAN: Lost? How can he be lost to you?

DIANE: Because he has chained me to this spot with the flower he flung away. 
This flower -- the red rose that I loved. Till the end of time, I must stay 
here, I cannot go.

BASIL: Yes. Yes, I knew that.

CHRISTIAN: I knew it, too.

DIANE: I've lost him forever.

BASIL: No, Diane.

CHRISTIAN: You remembered, too, Basil?

BASIL: I remembered, yes.

DIANE: (CONFUSED) What have you brung?

BASIL: A flower -- from HIS grave.

CHRISTIAN: To bring him here to you. And keep him.

DIANE: (EXHALES IN JOYOUS DISBELIEF)

CHRISTIAN: Together, Basil.

BASIL: Now, keep your promise, Adam.

DIANE: (PAUSE, WHISPERED) Adam!

ADAM: (WARMLY) Oh, Diane. Diane, my love. I've found you again.

DIANE: Adam -- you've come back to me.

ADAM: For eternity now.

SOUND: (GONG)

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ADAM: (SOLEMNLY) It is an old saying -- how if ye shall pluck from the grave 
even one flower and shall afterward cast it away, then shall the place where 
the flower be cast forevermore be haunted by the soul of him from whose grave 
was the flower plucked.

SOUND: (GONG)

ANNOUNCER: Tonight's story was written by Willis Cooper. Our players tonight 
included Alexander Scourby, Joan Alexander, Sarah Burton, Arthur Kohl, and Bo 
Griffith. The entire production was directed by Garnett Garrison. Next week's 
play will deal with interstellar rockets and, although written ten years ago, 
will be fresh and timely today. Join us again next Saturday for another 
fantasy chosen from "Lights Out!"

SOUND: (GONG)

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