All language subtitles for The Alfred Hitchcock Hour S01E08 House Guest 1080p

- Good evening

and welcome to "The
Alfred Hitchcock Hour."

With trailer camps springing
up at every corner,

and all America taking to the
road,

I thought you might be
interested in this.

The latest in trailers.

This model is a superb gasoline
saver.

For it comes complete
with this lovely violin,

a set of earrings,

and two stolen horses.

I see it is time for
you to face the music.

Here it is.

After which we shall view
tonight's story.

- Why didn't Daddy come today?

He was gonna teach me
how to swim underwater.

- Daddy couldn't, darling.

He had to talk to some parents.

- It's vacation time, isn't it?

- I know.

But Daddy always has
to think of next term.

These parents might send their
son

to another school.

- I wish he could see my castle.

- It's a beautiful castle.

And it's a beautiful day.

We have the whole beach to
ourselves.

- No we don't.

There's a man out there.

- A man?

- Yeah, out there.

- Well, he has some nerve.

I thought I had the whole
Pacific Ocean reserved today.

- Mom, can I go in the water
once more?

- All right, Tony.

But be sure to stay in the
shallow part.

- Okay.

Toss me my ball.

- Tony!

Tony, you're much too far out!

Tony!

Tony, come back now!

- Mom!

Mom!

Mom!
- Tony!

Tony!

Tony!

- Mom!

- Tony!

- Go back!

Go back!

I'll get him!

- Mom!

Mommy!

Mommy!

- Oh Tony!

- Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

- He's all right.

He's all right.

He's all right.

- I don't know how to thank you.

- Please don't even try.

- Oh Tony, I don't know whether

I should hug you or spank you.

- Right now I think you'd better
dry him.

I'll be right back.

- Oh Tony.

Are you cold, dear?

- Plenty.

- How you doing?

What were you trying to do,

swim to Hawaii?

- I told him to stay near the
shore.

Oh, I'm very grateful.

I can't swim.

If you hadn't been there--

- Oh, I'm only glad I could
help.

- I'm Sally Mitchell

and this awful boy's Tony,

though I don't know if you
should even talk to him.

- Hi Tony.

- Hi.

- Say, you're cold, aren't you?

- Yes, I am rather.

- Well it's a natural reaction.

- Thank you.

- I recommend an old Air Force
remedy.

Slip out of that wet suit

and into a dry martini.

- I think I'd just assume
soaking in a long, hot bath.

- Are we going home?

- Yes.

- Well, let me help you with
your things.

- Oh, thanks.

- Here you are, Colonel.

There you go.

- Here Tony.

Would you hand me my shoes,
dear, please?

- Here, let me take those
things.

- Oh, thank you.

Thanks.

Didn't you bring your car?

- I'm afraid I couldn't.

I haven't got one.

- Oh, do you have far to
go?

- I'm staying at the Edgewater.

- Please let me drive you.

- Oh no, no, no.

You need that hot bath.

Besides, I could still get
a couple hours more sun.

- Are you sure?

- Positive.

Hey Tony, you stay out of
deep water now, you hear?

- Okay.

- I don't know what's the matter
with me.

I can't just drive out of your
life

after what you've done.

- You said thanks.

That's all that's necessary.

- No, it isn't.

My husband will want to
meet you and talk with you.

Perhaps you could have dinner
with us tomorrow night?

- All right, thanks.

I'd love to.

- We'll pick you up at
the Edgewater at 7:00.

- Fine.

- Oh!

Wait a minute, I don't
even know your name.

- Roscoe.

Ray Roscoe.

I guess the trouble is

I began to take that

off we go into the wild blue
yonder stuff too seriously.

Especially the off we go part.

Made me restless.

Thank you.

Anyway, I couldn't see
staying in the Air Force

until I was too old to do
anything else.

- So you quit after 12 years
service?

Takes a lot of courage

to make a decision like that.

- I can't say that I've ever
regretted one minute of it.

But then I've only been out
three weeks.

- Well, what are you gonna do
now?

- No, thanks.

I'm looking for a little place
of my own.

Somewhere where I can
sit on the front porch

and prop my feet up

and watch the oranges
drop out of the trees.

- John, aren't the Richardson's
in the orange business?

- Yes, they own one of the
largest grows in the county.

They oughta know if
there's any land for sale.

- Well it'll have to
be a pretty small piece

from what I've seen around here.

Even on flying pay,

you can't save very much
money in the Air Force.

Oh, the liquor and the
cigarettes are cheap enough

but the poker's terribly
expensive.

- I'll call Phyllis Richardson
first thing in the morning.

See if she has any ideas.

Oh, Kira, this is Mr. Roscoe.

- Hello Kira.

- How you do, sir?

- Kira's from Norway.

She just came over last year.

- Dinner will be ready in
five minutes, Mrs. Mitchell.

- Thank you, Kira.

- You know, I've been thinking.

If you do find a place you like,

how are you gonna finance it?

- I'll have to get a loan if I
can.

- Look, you did something
pretty important for me.

If you need a loan, I'd be glad
to help.

- I couldn't do that.

- Why not?

- Well for one thing,

I'm sure it isn't any
easier saving money teaching

than it is flying.

- Sally and I own this school.

We built it up ourselves.

It was a struggle at first

so I know what it's
like getting your start.

But it's quite a thriving place
now.

I think we can manage $5,000.

- 5,000?

Wow.

Well that's,

that's most generous of you.

But no, thanks.

I prefer to do it on my own.

- Well, how are you gonna

look for an orange grove without
a car?

- Well I got four fingers and a
thumb.

I've also got some pretty
big ideas too, haven't I?

Here I am one step away
from being a beachcomber

and I'm talking about blithely
sailing around the country

looking for a beautiful orange
grove.

Oh, I can hitchhike all right.

I should be hitchhiking down
to the employment office

looking for a job.

You know, the world
gets to look very small

looking down from a plane.

Like you could handle it easily.

But it gets pretty big
when they clip your wings.

- Pilot to tower, pilot to
tower.

Clear for landing.

- Tower to pilot, tower to
pilot.

Clear for landing.

Over.
- Roger.

Crash!

- Let me try it, Uncle Ray, let
me.

Boy, you really made her fly.

- Girls don't care much
about flying airplanes,

do they, Kira?

Tell you what.

Why don't we play hide and seek?

- You may it, Uncle Ray.

- Okay.

- One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven,

eight, nine, 10.

Ready or not here I come!

- I guess we should be grateful

that he keeps Tony amused.

Tony is just crazy about him.

- What about you?

- Me?

Well, he's very charming.

It's just that he's been
here three weeks already.

- It was our idea, Sally.

We invited him.

- Has he mentioned anything to
you

about orange groves lately?

- Not since he looked at the
place

that the Richardson's suggested.

He said it was too big for him.

- Don't you have the feeling

he isn't looking very hard?

- Sally, you know how I feel
about Ray.

He did something for
me I can't ever forget.

Sometimes I wake up in a sweat

thinking what could've happened.

- Oh, I'm grateful too, John.

Well.

- Caught you, Uncle Ray!

Now you're it, you're it!

- Okay.

Everybody hide.

One, two, three, four, five,
six,

seven, eight, nine, 10.

Here I come ready or not.

Caught ya.

Kira, you don't understand
American games.

You lose, I win.

And the winner always collects.

- Do you want me to talk to him?

- No, I guess it's better coming
from me.

- Hi.

Something wrong?

- I want to talk to you.

Would you like a beer?

- No, thanks.

- It's about Kira.

It seems you've been making a
pass at her.

- Kira been complaining?

- No.

It's Sally.

- Oh, come on, John.

Don't tell me your
wife's been spying on me.

I didn't know she cared.

- Tony saw you in the
summerhouse.

- And what did Tony say that he
saw?

Mind if I ask him?

- I want Tony kept out of this.

- Okay.

- Kira's very young.

We're responsible for her.

If anything happens--

- Oh John, we were just having

a little harmless fun.

Well, you know how it is.

Or maybe you don't.

You've got your honor to think
of

and the position of the school.

- So long as you're here,

I want that girl left alone.

- Okay.

Kira isn't the only well
shaped pebble on the beach.

Class dismissed?

- Yeah.

- Good.

I think I'll take the car out

and check on an orange grove.

- Hello?

Anybody hurt?

Well, I'm glad of that anyway.

- What is it?

- It's Ray.

He's had an accident.

Well the policy's right here in
my desk.

All right, I'll bring it out
there.

- What happened?

- Nothing very serious

but the other driver's kicking
up a row.

He wants to see our insurance
policy.

I guess he doesn't take Ray's
word for it.

- What'd you expect me to do?

Run off the road just so
that you cold pass me?

- Well I could've sworn

you had more room on the right.

- If you hadn't been in such a
hurry.

- Here he is now.

John!

John, I'm sorry about this.

- Are you the owner of this car?

- Yes, my name is John Mitchell

and this is my wife, Sally.

Mr. Roscoe is our house guest.

- Yeah, so he told me.

I should think you'd be more
careful

of who you lent your car to.

He came racing up behind us.

- This is Mr and Mrs
Sherston from Washington D.C.

- And you can tell by the tire
marks

I was well to the right.

- It was just an accident,
George.

Nothing to get heated about.

Why don't we go inside

and have a drink and
talk this over calmly?

- I think that's a fine idea
myself.

- So do I.

- Well, I guess you're right.

The damage is done.

No good getting into an uproar.

- Did you drive all the
way from Washington?

- Yes, and we've had a wonderful
trip.

George has been saving up
his leave for three years.

So we have four whole
months vacation this summer.

- Oh.

Oh, this is wonderful.

- You're our first guest.

- You have a bedroom, living
room.

It's something, it's like a real
home.

- You work for the
government, Mr. Sherston?

- Internal revenue.

- Ouch.

- Well, I have nothing to
do with collecting taxes.

I'm a statistician.

- Well you just figure
out how much you need

and let the other boys collect
it, eh?

- One thing about working for
Uncle Sam,

just a few more years and
George gets a pension.

- Well, sit down, make
yourselves comfortable.

- Thank you.

- I'll go fix the drinks.

- Oh, let me help you.

- Do you plan to stay in
California?

- If we can find a nice,
quiet spot around here.

- Well, even I don't
like trailer camps much.

We prefer to be off on our own.

- I don't blame him.

- We've heard of a place in the
woods

a few miles north of here

that sounds ideal for a week or
two.

- By the way, before I forget,

here's the name of my insurance
agent.

- Oh, thank you.

- Here we are.

- Thanks.

- Well, what shall we drink to?

No more accidents?

- To the nicest people I ever
bumped into.

- What's the matter?

- Well, I'm sorry, John.

I had a terrible time getting
Tony

off to day camp this morning.

He doesn't wanna do anything
anymore

without his Uncle Ray.

- Where's Kira?

- In her room brooding.

She knows you talked to
Ray about her or them or.

- He probably told her.

- She practically accused me
last night.

Oh, it's so ridiculous.

Of being jealous of her.

- I'll get it.

Hello?

No, he is not here.

Oh.

Hello George.

What?

What happened?

Well that's terrible.

Hasn't he any idea how to
behave?

All right, George.

- Was that George Sherston?

- Yes.

- About the insurance?

- He was so mad he could hardly
talk.

Ray's been pestering his wife.

- Oh, no.

- He drove out to the
trailer the other night

while George was away
and made a pass at Eve.

- Well I'm not surprised.

I saw the way he looked
at her in the trailer.

- What's the matter with him?

First he manhandles Kira, now
Eve.

The next one may be you.

- I think it's time Ray
found another place to live.

- Don't worry.

I'm still grateful but

there's something very
wrong about this guy.

I'm uneasy every minute he's
around.

- Yes, so am I.

John, please, you will ask him
to leave?

- As soon as he comes in.

Ray?
- Yeah?

Oh, hi.

Got some mail for you.

Hope you get better news than I
did.

- I want to talk to you.

- Coincidences never cease.

There's something I wanna ask
you too.

- What I've got to say
isn't very pleasant.

I'd like you to leave as soon as
you can.

Tonight if possible.

- Have you been talking

to our friendly tax man,
George Sherston, by chance?

- He isn't feeling very
friendly toward you.

- Well he shouldn't leave

a pretty young wife like that
alone.

She's bound to get restless.

- He says you forced yourself on
her.

- And you believed him.

But of course you did

because that gives you a reason

to get rid of me, doesn't it?

- Let's call it the last straw.

- You're tired of me.

- I'm still grateful to
you for what you did.

- How grateful?

Huh, John?

How much is it worth to
you to get rid of me?

- Well if you need a
couple of hundred dollars--

- A couple of hundred?

You once offered me 5,000.

- I offered you a loan

to help you finance an orange
grove.

If you found one.

- Oh, I see.

That offer still stand?

- On the same conditions.

- You're a nice guy, John.

You really are.

I knew you were a nice guy

the first moment I ever saw you.

But five thou isn't gonna get
it.

I need 20,000.

I've gotta have it.
- 20,000?

- Well I'm in trouble.

My past is catching up with me.

I just had a letter from
an old friend of mine.

A retired sea captain.

I once saved his life too.

Well, I told you, saving
lives is a hobby of mine.

Anyway, he was properly grateful

and invested in a small business

that I was supposed to start.

Now he wants his money back.

- And?

- And I haven't got it but you
have.

This school of yours is a going
concern.

- What about the money you
saved?

- Oh, oh.

My Air Force pay?

Well I'm saving that for my
orange grove.

I've got to think of my future,
you know?

- You practically admit

you swindled this man out of his
money

and now you expect me to lend
you some?

- You're absolutely right.

Lending money always does
create a bad feeling.

You'd better make it an outright
gift.

- Why?

Why should I?

- Well, let's put it this way.

Now, if you had known in advance

that you could your child from
drowning

by paying $20,000,

you'd have paid it, wouldn't
you?

Well of course you would.

So I just extended you credit.

I saved the child first

and gave you a chance to pay
later.

I think the price is very
reasonable, don't you?

It's pay day, John.

- You are going on a long
journey

to your local stations,

but please do not disembark

or you'll miss the last half of
our story.

I don't mind the local
stations identifying themselves

but they seem bent on
identifying

a large number of other people
as well.

But take heart.

We have only one more
interruption

before we return to our play.

- Did you find out what you
suspected?

- We're right.

Where's Tony?

- I put him to bed as
soon as he came home.

Ray hasn't seen him all day.

- Good.

- Oh, hello John.

Did you bring the money?

- There isn't gonna be any
money.

- Suit yourself.

I can sit it out here all summer

if I have to.

- You're leaving tonight, Ray.

- Oh no, John.

No, John, no, John, no.

- I drove down to Carmel this
afternoon

and saw an old friend.

General Beckett.

He made some inquiries for me.

There never was any Ray
Roscoe in the Air Force.

- You mean I don't exist?

Well then I guess I'll have to
throw

your kid back in the ocean.

- Get out.

- You're not reading me very
good, John.

I like it here.

Nice climate.

Lots of pretty women.

Kira, Eve.

Your wife's not bad either.

- Oh John, John!
- Oh please, John.

Don't be physical.

You're not the type.

- If you don't leave right now

I'm gonna call the police.

- And what are you gonna
tell the police, John?

That I saved your child from
drowning

and that you were properly
grateful

and invited me to stay in your
home

and then you threw me out?

Oh, come on.

You know, Sally,

Kira thinks you're jealous of
her.

I could give a nice little story

to the newspapers.

A scandal at South Mead School.

Headmaster's wife and foreign
girl

in triangle with hero
who saved child's life.

Mitchell boys says, "I
still believe in Uncle Ray."

Tony would do that for me, too.

That kid's crazy about me.

- Well he won't be so crazy
about you

when he finds out you lied to
him

about being in the Air Force.

- The papers will never
believe that story.

- They might not believe it

but they'll print it.

And a lot of high principle
parents

will be reading it.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I think I'll take a little walk
outside.

I know you two have a lot to
discuss.

Oh John, that's 20,000.

That's a two and four zeros.

- I just can't believe it.

It's monstrous.

Two ordinary people haven't
done anything to be ashamed of.

We must be able to get
rid of a man like that.

- We can.

We'll go to the police.

- Oh, John.

- He's crazy.

He tried to kill me.

- Ray.

Ray!

- He's all right, he's just
knocked out.

- I'll get some water.

- No, leave him.

He'll come around soon enough.

I fear a lot less trouble if he
didn't.

- What happened?

How'd it start?

- He came to the trailer again
today.

I wasn't there.

He tried to attack Eve.

- Oh no.

- She fought him off, scratched
his face,

and when she told me

I grabbed a gun and came over.

- I'll call the police.

- No!

I came after him with a gun.

I fired at him.

That's assault with a deadly
weapon.

- George, you said he was
strangling you.

I'll back up your story.

- You don't understand.

This'll be in the papers.

The Civil Service Commission
will read it.

Even if I don't go to jail,

I'll lose my job for sure.

They won't stand for anything
messy in your personal life.

- But you were trying
to protect your wife.

It'll be Ray's story
against the three of us.

They don't fire a man for
protecting his home and family.

- Look, that sounds very noble,

but it won't read like that.

I know what's happened to
other men in the department

who've gotten mixed up in less
than this.

The slightest cloud of suspicion

and I'll be finished.

- He's still unconscious.

- Better call a doctor.

- I'll take him to the hospital.

Where's the nearest?

- Centerville.

- Will you help me with him to
the car?

- I can't sleep.

- Neither can I.

- Poor George.

I hope he managed all
right at the hospital.

- He was so scared

about his job.

- I know.

- Hello?

Yes, George.

No.

You sure?

All right, I'll be right over.

Just before George got
Ray to the hospital,

he noticed that he'd stopped
breathing.

- What?

- Ray's dead.

I killed him.

- I'm so glad you came.

He won't listen to me.

- Where is he?

- Over there.

- George!

You can't do this.

- I know what I'm doing.

- We've gotta go to the police.

We have to tell them the truth.

- They'll never believe us.

Never.

You listen to me.

I've had more chance to
think about this than you.

This is the only thing to do.

- But it was an accident.

- Can you convince the police of
that?

You know the questions they'll
ask?

Why did you kill Ray Roscoe, Mr.
Mitchell?

- He was strangling you.

- Self-defense when it was two
against one

and he was unarmed?

- I didn't mean to kill him.

- Did you call a doctor?

You saw he was badly injured.

- We tried to get him to the
hospital.

- Can you prove that?

- My wife.

- Did you like Ray Roscoe, Mr.
Mitchell?

- No.

- Then why did you keep him in
your house?

Was he blackmailing you?

You wanted to get rid of him,
didn't you?

You wanted him dead.

And you killed him.

- That's enough.

- That's only a sample.

Think of the questions
they're gonna ask me

about Eve, why I brought
a gun to your place.

Can't you see it's the only
thing to do

or we'll both facing a murder
charge?

- But they'll ask where he is,

what happened to him.

- No one will know.

Eve and I will be away
from here in an hour.

in case there should be any
We'll keeptrouble.h with you

John, I'm sorry about this.

- It isn't your fault.

- Brought it on himself.

Even though he is dead,

I still hate his guts.

- I'll help.

- No.

You'd better go home

and you tell Sally what we've
decided.

I'll finish here.

- All right.

- Can we go to the
beach this morning, Mom?

- Well if I don't have time,

Kira can take you.

- I wish Uncle Ray was still
here.

He's much better at volleyball
than Kira.

- I told you, Tony.

He had to go away.

You know we only invited him

for a few days anyway.

- Your mail, Mr. Mitchell.

- Thank you, Kira.

Tony, run along and finish your
breakfast

with Kira, would you please?

- But why?

I always have it in here.

- Do as I say.

- I'll do you some eggs

the special way you like them.

- There's a letter for Ray.

- Get rid of it, tear it up.

He is out of our lives.

He never existed.

- Sally, he isn't out of our
lives.

Whoever sent this letter

knows he was staying here.

It was sent care of us.

Dear Mr. Roscoe,

I have had no word from you

about the $20,000 you owe me.

It seems I am unable to
force you to return this,

but let me tell you

I shall spare no expense to
expose you

and have you arrested for fraud.

Unless the money is in
my hands within 24 hours,

I'm putting the whole matter

in the hands of the police.

Captain Charles Faulkner.

Seagate Apartment, Santa Monica.

I'm looking for a man named
Faulkner.

His landlord said I might
be able to find him here.

- That's him.

- Thanks.

Mr. Faulkner.

- Captain Faulkner.

- Captain.

My name is Mitchell.

I'm from the South Mead School
in Dana.

- Oh yeah.

Friend of Roscoe's.

- He was just staying with us
for a while.

- Was staying with you?

Where is he now?

- Well he left
our place very suddenly.

He didn't tell me where he was
going.

- I don't believe you.

- Your letter just came this
morning

right after Ray left.

- Oh, you're in the habit

of opening other people's mail,
are you?

- There was no forwarding
address on the outside.

I thought it might be important.

- You bet it's important.

I'm setting the dogs on that
lad, mister.

Took me three months to
run him down at your place

and I'll find him again.

- Maybe I could help.

- I'll go to the police this
time.

They'll splatter the name of Ray
Roscoe

all over the country.

- Couldn't we keep it down a
little?

- Why?

Let the whole world know.

Roscoe swindled me out of
nearly every penny I had.

- But he might have some
friends.

They could warn him.

- Crooks like that don't have
any friends.

- Look, how much did he take you
for?

- 20,000.

- That's an awful lot of money.

- You're telling me it's a lot.

My whole nest egg practically.

He was gonna buy a fishing
boat company with it.

I was the first fish he caught.

Well I'm wiggling off the hook,
matey,

and getting my money back.

- I'd like to give you that
money myself.

- Why?

It ain't your debt.

- Roscoe did something for me.

He saved my boy from drowning.

I guess there's some good in
everyone.

- Well, there's no good
in this lad, matey.

Don't let him get off the hook.

- I'd like to settle our
account.

I don't like being under an
obligation

to a man like that.

- Well, I don't like it.

- $20,000.

That should make us both even
with him.

- It don't make sense.

- The check's good, I assure
you.

You can call the bank.

- Yeah, but this is Saturday.

I can't go to the bank
till Monday morning.

That gives Roscoe two more days

to get lost if you're in
cahoots.

- I can't lay my hands on
$20,000 cash right this minute.

- Well, you got something in
mind.

I take the check and you run to
the cops.

Accuse me of booking you or
something.

No, I think I'd better
go to the cops myself.

Get them to flush out Ray
Roscoe.

- Be reasonable.

I'm a reputable owner of a boy's
school.

Why should I be mixed up
with a man like Roscoe?

I dislike him as much as you do.

Maybe even more.

- Yeah well, that's
why it don't make sense

for you to be laying out $20,000
for him.

- Captain Faulkner, be
reasonable.

- Easy, guys!

Why don't you take it out in the
alley?

- I'm sorry.

I'm a little on edge.

Problems at the school.

Now this...

I'm sorry.

- Mitchell.

I guess I know how you feel.

I'll take the check.

- Everything's gonna be all
right.

- Will be as soon as I get
to the bank Monday morning.

- Don't worry about that.

Goodbye, Captain.

No, it's not possible.

Not there.

- What is it, John?

- They're making a
survey for a new freeway

right through that old quarry.

- You mean where George Sherston
buried--

- They'll find him.

When they start digging, they'll
find him.

- Wouldn't it be almost
a relief if they did?

- Relief, the police will move
in.

- Is that any worse than what

we've been going through for
three weeks?

- I've gotta find Sherston.

Get him to move that body.

- John, wait a minute, please.

Let's be reasonable.

We keep getting in deeper and
deeper.

You thought it'd be all over

when you paid off Mr. Faulkner,

now there's this.

It'll always be something
to keep us on edge

and if it doesn't happen,

we'll be expecting it to happen.

- Ocean View Park.

That's where the Sherston's are
now.

I'll drive up there right away.

- No.

John, John, go to the police
yourself.

- We've gone too far for that.

What could I tell them now?

- The truth.

- And what if George panics

and puts all the blame on me?

Remember I was the one who
killed Roscoe.

- In self-defense, John.

Oh darling, you're an
intelligent man.

How many times have you said

the full truth can never hurt?

You tell that to your students.

- It's different when
it happens to hit home.

I'm going to Sherston.

- John.

- Eve.
- John.

Nothing's gone wrong, has it?

- They've decided to put a road

through your old campsite.

They're making a survey and
digging up the whole area

right where Roscoe's body's
buried.

- Oh no.

- Wait, wait.

Nothing to worry about yet.

If they're just making a survey
now

it will take weeks before
they start digging.

- We have to remove that body
right away.

Tonight.

- John.

It's Saturday.

People are all over that place
weekends.

I tell you what.

We'll go back Monday night.

- No, it can't wait.

I wouldn't have a moment's
peace.

- Take it easy, John.

George is right.

Monday would be safer.

- I'm sorry, Eve.

You don't have to come with me.

I can find it myself.

- John, John.

Wait, wait.

I didn't realize that you were
this upset.

I'll tell you what you do.

You go on home and forget all
about it.

I'll take care of Roscoe.

- No, we're in this together.

- I've got the trailer.

I'm gonna have to take him

and bury him somewhere else.

That's a risk.

Why should you take it too?

- I let you go through
this alone once before.

This time I share the
responsibility.

- I said I'd do it.

What I meant was that there's no
need

for you to stick your neck out.

- I want to.

- All right.

We'd better meet there then.

Let's say 9:00 o'clock.

- 9:00 o'clock.

- Charlie.

- Hello?

Oh, John.

I've been so worried.

What did they say?

- Sherston practically broke
down.

He begged me not to go to the
police.

- Don't let him influence you,
dear.

He's just worrying about his
government job, that's all.

- I think it was something else.

I had a feeling he wasn't
being straight with me.

He was so insistent on going
there alone.

There's something he's hiding
from us.

- John, please listen to me.

Go to the police right now.

I'll go with you.

- No, not yet.

I'm going to meet Sherston at
the quarry in just an hour.

I want to be sure.

- Well, let me go with you.

We'll both--
- No, stay there.

- John please--

- Sally.

- Is John here?

- No, he hasn't arrived
yet.

- Hello Sally.

I thought I'd get started.

No sense just standing around.

- What time were you
supposed to meet John?

- 9:00 o'clock.

- Yeah, we made better time

on the highway than we expected.

- Have you already--

- Yes.

- It's still only quarter to
9:00.

If I hadn't come, you
would've finished and left

before John had a chance to
arrive.

- Why not?

It wasn't a very pleasant job.

You oughta be glad.

- You wanted to do it alone.

John said you wanted to do it
alone.

- Well, we wanted to do him a
favor.

- Favor?

Like the night you buried Ray?

You didn't wait for
John that night either.

Why not?

What were you afraid of?

You didn't want John to see the
body

because you killed Ray, didn't
you?

- I've had enough of this.

We're clearing out of here right
now.

- No, you're gonna wait for
John.

- Eve, go start the car.

You, get out of here.

- Well, if I do

I'm gonna go straight to the
police.

It's true, isn't it?

You shot him.

- What's the matter, Sally?

See a ghost?

Ah, then you see you made
all this fuss about nothing.

I wasn't even dead.

- You were all in this together.

This was just a horrible
trick to blackmail us.

- Well, I'd rather to think of
it

as a good melodrama.

Macabre, grizzly, but very
effective.

- Hey.

Let's get going.

- Patience, George, patience.

After all, Mrs. Mitchell
is one of the stars

of our little drama.

We wouldn't wanna cheat her

of the clever.

- I can't believe you
planned the whole thing.

How did you manage to be right
there

when my boy was drowning?

- Ah, the one flaw in my
otherwise perfect script.

I simply called out to the boy

and lured him into the deeper
water.

- But suppose he hadn't
gone?

- Then I had three alternative
openings

for our little playlet.

Fortunately, the first one
worked smooth as glass.

- You didn't even save him.

In fact, you might've killed
him.

- No, no.

You don't understand good
dramaturge.

There would never be a
killing in one of my scripts.

Oh come, come, Captain.

No need to whisper.

If you have something to
say, speak up, speak up.

- Well if we ain't
gonna wait for Mitchell,

let's get rolling.

- Oh, Captain Faulkner,
this is Mrs. Mitchell.

The Captain is a senior member

of our little repertoire
company.

Confidentially, he's a bit of a
ham.

- Captain Faulkner.

- About your husband.

His sense of timing is
atrocious.

Now, if only he'd given the
check

to the captain, say, on Friday,

we wouldn't have had to hang
around here this weekend

and play out the final
scene for you and John.

The final scene should
go so long and no longer.

- This one's already gone long
enough.

- You'll never be able to cash
that check

when John finds out about this.

- Why?

Why should John stop the check?

He has no reason to associate
the Captain with us.

And how could he possibly tie in
the check

with your disappearance?

And if he has an ounce
of the actor in him,

he'll be so grief stricken,

he won't even think of the
money.

Captain, Eve, you'd
better start driving now.

Take the cliff road.

Now Sally, we come to the final
scene

of our little playlet.

I'm truly sorry it had to end
this way.

But then, except for the final
curtain,

it's exactly the way I wrote it.

- John!
- Roscoe!

- John!

- Thank heavens you're
all right.

- Yes, I'm all right.

Oh, you did call the police, you
did.

- I decided to take your advice
for once.

I wish you'd taken mine

and stayed away from here.

- You see, I couldn't
really let you kill me.

I told you, saving lives was my
hobby.

Oh, you wouldn't be interested
in buying

a slightly used trailer, would
you?

If a stranger offers to save
your life,

think it over.

You may be letting yourself in
for a great deal of trouble.

This concludes my part of the
program.

Next time I shall return
with another story.

Some scenes of which will be
shown

after this next and last
commercial.