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("Alfred Hitchcock" theme music)

- Good evening.

Sorry to keep you waiting, but I had to make my bed.

It will surprise you, I know,

but to be perfectly honest, this is not really my bed.

I'm making it for my brother.

He insists on coming home late at night

and making a great deal of noise in the dark

before he tumbles into bed.

I thought that this orthopedic mattress

would be precisely what he needs

to cure him of that bothersome habit.

Our story does not concern a bed like this,

but it does take place in a sleepy little town.

Apparently nothing much ever happens in Linvale.

But I have the uneasy feeling

that if we watch closely something will.

In case you're doing the driving,

Linvale lies just on the other side

of this one minute billboard.

(playfully mysterious music)

(mysterious music)

- Hey Mister, you seen Flipper?

I think he came back here.

- What?

- My cat, I'm looking for him.

- Well look somewhere else.

- But he came around the side of your house.

- Well he was trespassing just like you.

Now take off.

Did ya hear what I said?

(sad music)

(phone rings)

- [Man] Sheriff's office.

- Oh, I'd like to speak to the Sheriff, please.

- Well I'm sorry ma'am, he's all tied up right now.

- Well when can I talk to him, it's rather urgent?

- It's urgent?

- Yes so if you could have him get in touch with me

as soon as possible.

- Do you wanna hold on while I just get a pencil?

Do you just wanna give me your name and address?

- It's Mrs. Logan, 74 Walnut Lane.

- Yes ma'am, we'll I'll give the Sheriff your message.

- Tell him it's important.

- Right.

(mutters)

74.

- How's that, Sheriff?

- Henry, you're a regular wizard with a pair of scissors.

- Thanks.

How about some hair tonic?

- Mm, what do ya got?

- Sweet lilac, evergreen oil, wild tiger.

- What's in that green bottle over there?

- This is pretty potent stuff, Sheriff.

Definitely goes over big with the ladies.

- (chuckling) Maybe I'd better leave well enough alone.

- Good morning, Sheriff.

I just got a phone call--

- Who's minding the store?

- Well I just got a phone call from a lady named Logan.

She says that she has to talk to you.

She says it's urgent.

- Urgent?

Last time I saw that word was in a crossword puzzle.

- Wait, that's what she said.

- Probably some old spinster with a cat up a tree.

- Is that Mrs. Logan up on Walnut Lane?

- Yeah, 74 Walnut Lane.

- That's no spinster, Henry.

She's a widow.

Heard she moved into the Archer house

a couple of months ago.

- Oh is that the one?

Yeah, I seen her around town.

She's kinda pretty.

Well maybe it's fate, Ben,

you and a good looking woman like that,

something might develop.

- Sure.

All right, I'll take a ride out there.

- Oh you don't have to see her Ben.

Always give her a call,

unless maybe I've whet your appetite.

- Look at that Charlie, we got a barber

who's a regular cupid.

- Hey Mister, you seen a cat?

- Why?

Are you missing one?

- Uh huh.

I think he ran away.

- Well, that's too bad.

- You're the Sheriff, aren't you?

- That's right.

- Well maybe you can find him.

His name's Flipper.

He's sorta gray.

- I'll keep an eye peeled.

- Yes?

- Sheriff Wister, ma'am, you called my office?

- Oh yes, please come in.

I hope I didn't call you away from anything.

- Well it wasn't important.

What can I do for you?

- Well it, it's something that might only be my imagination.

I almost feel like a fool bringing you way out here.

- Why don't you let me be the judge of that?

- You see I'm new here and I don't want to get involved

in something that's none of my business.

I've been debating with myself for the last three days,

but well I had to tell someone.

- Mind being a bit more specific?

- Well that's just it.

It's nothing I can quite put my finger on.

Maybe you'd better come upstairs.

- Beg pardon?

- I'll have to show you.

Take a look through the window at the yard next door.

It's been going on like that for the past three days.

- The drinking?

- Yes.

He doesn't seem to want to do anything.

He just hangs around the house all day.

- That's Harry Jarvis, isn't it?

- Do you know him?

- Oh, by sight.

I know most of the people in this town by sight.

He's in real estate.

Never knew he was much of a drinker.

- Well he only started a few days ago

after his wife disappeared.

- I'm not quite sure I follow you.

- Oh it's a lot of little things.

Ever since I moved in I used to hear them arguing.

They used to shout so loud they'd keep me awake.

Then all of a sudden the arguments stopped.

- And you haven't seen her since?

- No.

Once.

She used to walk her dog in the mornings,

a little white mongrel named Timmy.

But for the past three days

she hasn't come out of the house.

- When was the last time you saw her?

- Late Friday afternoon.

She was out there sitting in a deck chair.

He was mowing the lawn.

Once or twice I saw him look at her.

Well she didn't notice, she was playing with the dog.

But you should've seen the expression on his face.

He looked like he wanted to kill her.

- Well Mrs. Logan this is all pretty circumstantial.

Maybe his wife is sick or she might be visiting relatives.

I can think of 100 different explanations.

- But why does he do his own laundry?

And why does he sit in the yard all day?

- Well about eight years ago we had a homicide in Linvale.

Man got clubbed with a bottle in one of those taverns

out by the highway.

But that's just about it.

This is a peaceable town.

- Well I, I told you it might only be my imagination.

But if you could've seen the way he looked at her.

- Well look, there's no sense in our going off half-cocked.

Before we start assuming things

why don't I do a little quiet checking?

Would that make you feel better?

- Oh I think so.

- Good, I'll give you a call tomorrow.

Well I'd just as soon deal with Mr. Jarvis himself

if you don't mind.

I see.

Well can I set up an appointment?

Uh huh.

Okay I'll call back next week.

Yeah, the name is Johnson.

That's right.

Bye bye.

That was his real estate office.

I get the feeling they haven't seen him lately.

- Well maybe he's just gold breaking.

- Maybe.

Kinda pointless though, considering he's the boss.

No, I gotta do some checking on this baby.

Wonder who his friends are.

- Oh I can tell ya that.

Him and Doc Wyatt are big buddies.

- Charlie, you amaze me.

How did you know that?

- I see him all the time up at the country club.

They're always playing golf together.

- Country club?

You getting social on me?

- Oh it ain't that.

I just caddy up there every once in a while,

you know pick up a couple bucks.

- Moonlighting, huh?

- Just on Sundays.

It's may day off, Sheriff.

- Well I wouldn't wanna stand in the way

of a man's self improvement.

Now what about Jarvis?

- Well, he doesn't seem to have many friends.

Just the Doc Wyatt.

- Well I guess I better have a talk with him.

You nose around Walnut Lane, see what you can find out

from the neighbors.

But Charlie, do it quietly.

I don't want any phone calls.

- Oh sure.

(playfully tense music)

- Hello Sheriff, they said you wanted to see me.

- Yes, sir.

Sorry to bother you, Doctor.

- Oh it's no bother.

Rather look at your face than a baby's.

I've been in delivery all morning.

- Well this won't take long.

- Take all the time you like.

You look healthy, so I assume that this is official.

- Sort of.

I understand you're a friend of Harry Jarvis.

- Harry?

Known him for years.

- I was wondering if you'd noticed any,

well changes in him lately.

- It's funny you should ask.

He has been outta sorts the past few days.

Seems to be worrying about something.

- You think he's under a strain?

- It's possible.

Probably worried about business problems.

Happens to the best of us.

- Well I guess it isn't serious then.

Thanks, Doctor.

Appreciate it if you'd keep this confidential.

- [Doctor] Suits me.

- I wonder if his wife has noticed anything.

Have you seen her lately, by the way?

- Marjorie?

Not for quite a while.

Though she is coming to see me tonight.

- Oh?

- Yeah, she's coming in for a checkup.

- You mean she'll be in your office tonight?

- Uh huh, eight o'clock.

- Are you sure?

- Of course I'm sure.

Come and see for yourself.

(bright music)

- Excuse me, miss, I just wanna see if my watch is right.

I have 10 past 8:00.

- That's what I have.

- Thought maybe I might be fast.

- Oh, isn't she here yet?

She's usually on the dime.

Give Mrs. Jarvis a ring and see what's keeping her.

- Yes, Doctor.

Oh.

- What is it?

- That appointment was canceled.

I forgot to tell you I substituted Mrs. Phillips.

- Well you're outta luck, Sheriff.

She canceled.

- Oh she didn't cancel, Doctor, it was her husband.

- Her husband?

- Yes, he called a few hours ago.

- What's the trouble, Sheriff?

- [Ben] Oh nothing.

- If you want to, why don't you give her a ring.

- No, I have a feeling Mrs. Jarvis isn't in.

Thank you.

Thanks, Doc.

(playfully mysterious music)

- What I've gotten myself into.

Now let's see, I'll lead.

(doorbell rings)

Excuse me, girls.

(gasps) Sheriff Wister, oh come in.

What a pleasant surprise.

- Hello Ms. Bergen, hope I'm not disturbing anything.

- Oh no, no, no, no, it's just the girls

come over for a little bridge and a little tea.

Would you like a cup of tea?

- Oh, no thanks.

- Not just a little cup?

I keep telling my husband I never see the Sheriff anymore.

- Well I've been kinda busy, ma'am.

- I was just thinking about you the other day.

Do you know that new teacher over at school, Ms. Gunderson?

Oh you oughta give her a call.

You would have a lot in common.

And if you're interested in slides

she has the most wonderful collection,

all of those marvelous European cathedrals.

- Well ma'am. - Oh I know,

you think I'm a matchmaker.

But remember Sheriff, after all you're the last batchelor

left in town.

- Well that's not exactly true you know,

there's Charlie, my deputy and Tom down at the fire house.

- Ah, but you, you are the prize catch.

Oh, if I wasn't married, I'd be running after you myself.

- Well that's very flattering, Mrs. Bergen.

I wonder if you would mind

if I asked you a couple of questions.

- Police business?

- Well in a way.

You know Mrs. Jarvis, don't you?

- Oh of course.

Marjorie and I are co-chairmen

of the Home for the Aging Committee.

(giggles)

- Well have you seen her recently?

- No, no I haven't.

That's rather odd, if you ask me.

She missed a meeting of the Famous Books Club

the other day and it was one of her favorites too.

"Moby Dick".

- Well did she call to let you know she wasn't coming?

- No, her husband called me.

He said she wasn't feeling well.

- Have you talked to her since?

- I can't reach her.

Every time I call her, her husband says she's either out

or washing her hair.

- Well thanks, Mrs. Bergen, you've been very helpful.

- Oh, what's it all about, Sheriff?

You can trust me.

- Well it's nothing serious, just routine.

- Ah, you're being very mysterious.

But I won't pry.

Oh, just a minute.

- What's this?

- Ms. Gunderson's telephone number.

(playful music)

- Thanks.

- Hi.

- Come up with anything?

- Well, it's hard to say.

I talked to most of the neighbors

and I tried not to raise any eyebrows.

I think I did a pretty good job.

- Charlie, get to the point.

Has anyone seen Mrs. Jarvis?

- No.

Not for three days.

She hasn't even taken the garbage out.

- Well that still doesn't prove anything.

- No, but it's kinda strange.

The way I hear it is she used to be all over town

all the time, clubs and meetings.

It seems that she used to spend

hardly any time with her husband.

- Hmm. - Oh!

By the way, that Mrs. Logan called you this morning.

She wanted you to call her right back.

- Well why didn't you leave me a note?

- I couldn't find a pencil.

(Ben scowls)

(playfully suspenseful music)

(phone rings)

- Hello?

- Sheriff Wister, ma'am.

- Oh, I've been trying to reach you all morning.

- Why, what happened?

- Now I'm sure something's wrong.

Last night Mr. Jarvis came out into his backyard.

And he started digging in his garden.

- Digging?

- Can you think of any reason on Earth

why he'd do a thing like that?

- Only one and I'm not sure I like it.

Tell you what, Mrs. Logan,

suppose I drop by your place tonight.

- I wish you would.

I'll be expecting you.

Thank you.

- Bye.

- Well, what'd she want?

- Problems, Charlie, problems.

See ya in the morning.

Oh, say, do you know that new teacher up at the school,

Ms. Gunderson?

- Oh sure, the fat one.

- Uh huh.

- He may not come out again tonight.

But you can see the hole.

(startling tones)

I went to bed early last night

and then I heard him working in the garden.

At first I thought I was dreaming.

But there he was in his shirt sleeves.

He had a shovel.

He was whistling to himself while he dug.

Whistling and digging.

After a while I went back to bed but I could still hear him.

- Just doesn't make any sense.

- It makes a lotta sense.

He's probably killed that poor woman

and he's going to bury her out there.

- Now, now, we can't jump to conclusions.

- Well what else can we do?

You said yourself she didn't show up

for her doctor's appointment, no one's seen her for days.

It's got to be murder.

(door clicks)

(suspenseful music)

See?

Why don't you go down there and arrest him?

- On what charge?

There's no law against a man digging in his own backyard.

- Sheriff I don't understand why you're so hesitant.

- Well because I don't want a suit for false arrest.

- What more do you need?

It's obvious he's digging a grave out there.

(gasps)

- What is it?

- I think he saw me.

Get away from that window.

Well he's gone.

You must've frightened him away.

- He looked straight at me.

Now he knows I've been watching him.

- Well it was bound to happen sooner or later.

- Sheriff I don't like it.

I'm alone here.

If he decides I know something.

(doorbell rings)

That's him.

- Maybe not.

- I didn't hear any car drive up.

Who else could it be?

(doorbell rings)

- Better answer it.

It's all right, I'm here.

(tense music)

(tapping at door)

I'll be two feet away.

- I'm Jarvis, your next door neighbor.

Well, can I come in?

- Oh.

Yes, of course.

Is there something I can do for you?

- You tell me.

- I beg your pardon.

- I saw ya spying on me from your bedroom window.

Why?

- Spying?

I think you're mistaken.

I just happened to look out.

- Oh, just happened, huh?

- I heard a noise and I was curious.

- I suppose you think it's funny,

me digging in the garden at night.

- Well it's really none of my business.

- That's exactly right, it's none of your business.

But I wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea.

You see I like to do my gardening at night.

During the day it's too hot, too many bugs.

But after dark it's cool and quiet.

You can hear yourself think.

- Well that's perfectly understandable.

- I'm glad you feel that way.

Maybe now you'll stop watching me.

- Honestly, Mr. Jarvis, I had no intention--

- Forget it.

I think we understand each other.

- Mr. Jarvis, I'm new here

and this town isn't very friendly.

- So?

- Well I'd like to get to know you and your wife better.

Maybe you two could come over for dinner one evening.

- I'm sorry, my wife doesn't like to go out much.

- But we're right next door to each other.

- I said she doesn't like to go out.

Besides you've probably seen enough of us

from your bedroom window.

(suspenseful music)

- You heard that.

- I heard.

- Now do you believe me?

- Well I never said I doubted you, Mrs. Logan.

That still doesn't prove anything.

All he's done is call on his next door neighbor.

- But, the way he talked to me,

the way he looked at me.

- That still doesn't prove

he's burying his wife in his backyard.

- Sheriff Wister, do you like me?

- Of course I do, ma'am.

- Then remember this, he knows that I saw him.

If he did kill his wife, then I am a threat to him.

Think about that.

- Aristotle once said that a play should have

a beginning, a middle and an end.

But what did he know.

Today a play must have a first half, a second half

and a station break.

You have seen only one of these.

The other two follow.

(suspenseful music)

(doorbell buzzes)

- Hello Sheriff.

What do you want?

- I'd like to talk with you, Mr. Jarvis.

- Is this police business?

- Yes sir.

- Well, come in.

The place needs a good cleaning.

But I guess you can see that for yourself.

Then again I wasn't expecting any company.

- Well I'll try to be brief.

Is your wife at home?

- My wife?

Well why?

- There was an automobile accident in town yesterday.

I'm investigating it.

And we think maybe your wife was a witness.

- Must be some mistake.

- One of the drivers of the cars

gave a pretty good description of her.

Said she was walking her dog.

So if I could just talk with her a few minutes.

- She isn't here.

- Well I can come back tomorrow.

- No, no, I mean she's away.

- Oh? Vacation?

- Well something like that.

She's been gone for three days.

So she couldn't have been a witness to any accident.

- I see.

Well just for the record, so we can write it off,

where can we get in touch with her?

- She went upstate, she was gonna write me

and tell me the name of her hotel,

but I haven't heard from her yet.

- And she's been gone three days?

- That's right.

- Tell me, did she take the dog with her?

- Yeah, yeah she took the dog.

Any more questions?

- No, that's all.

Thanks for your cooperation.

- You can go out the front door, Sheriff.

(suspenseful music)

- Out kinda late, aren't you sonny?

- I can stay up as long as I want.

- Find your cat?

- Yeah, he was home under the bed.

- Good.

- What'd ya see old man Jarvis for?

- Why?

Isn't he your friend?

- He's nobody's friend.

Always siccing Timmy on my cat.

- Timmy, Timmy's his dog isn't he?

Tell me something, son,

have you seen him today?

- Who, Mr. Jarvis?

- No, the dog.

- Sure, I saw him this afternoon.

He was sitting in the window barking up a storm.

- You're positive it was Timmy?

- Yep, unless he got two dogs.

- Thanks.

(frenzied music)

(engine revs)

(tires peel)

Now Mrs. Bergen, why did you do a thing like that?

- I was only trying to help.

After all it was obvious

you were suspicious about something.

So I just baked a cake and went over there.

I really wasn't in any danger.

- That's not exactly the point.

- When Mr. Jarvis answered the door

I said I want to see Marjorie.

I said I have a new recipe that she's interested in.

Mocha, Marjorie's very fond of mocha.

- What did Mr. Jarvis have to say for himself?

- He was positively rude.

He said Marjorie isn't well and he grabbed the cake

and he slammed the door in my face.

- Wait a minute.

You mean to say he didn't say his wife was out of town?

- Oh of course not.

Why would Marjorie go out of town?

She hasn't been anywhere since I've know her

and that's 10 years.

(phone rings)

- Excuse me.

Sheriff Wister.

- It's me, Sheriff.

A little while ago he hopped in his car and he drove off.

- You follow him?

- Yeah, he went right to Bell's Hardware Store.

I'm across the street right now.

Hey wait a minute.

- [Ben] Charlie?

Charlie?

Charlie?

Charlie?

- I'm all right here.

I'm right here, Sheriff.

Listen, he just got in his car and drove off.

He had a package with him.

Should I follow him?

- No, you stay where you are.

I'll meet you.

I gotta run Mrs. Bergen.

- What's he up to?

Do you think he's done something to Marjorie?

- I'll tell you what, Ms. Bergen,

if he has you'll be the first to know.

(horn honking)

(tires peeling)

(murmuring)

- Oh howdy, Sheriff,

Charlie. - Mr. Bell.

- You come for your fishing rod, Sheriff?

- No, I'll pick that up next week.

Actually I came to inquire about one of your customers.

- Oh, who's that?

- Harry Jarvis.

I understand he was just in.

- That's right.

- Mind telling me what he bought?

- Well let me see.

He picked up a sack of grass seed.

- Mm hmm.

Anything else?

- Yeah, a can of rat poison.

That was it.

Seemed like he was in a hurry.

- Well thanks, Mr. Bell.

Come on, Charlie.

Well the grass is easy to figure.

He wants to seed the garden,

but why the rat poison?

- Well maybe he has rats.

- Is it possible his wife isn't dead yet?

- Do you mean you think

he's got her locked up in that house?

- No, he wouldn't take a chance like that.

Why the poison?

- Well like I said, maybe he has rats.

- Charlie, get in touch with Al

and tell him to meet us at Mrs. Logan's house tonight.

- What for?

- We're gonna see if Jarvis has dropped anything

in that hole he's been digging.

And Charlie, bring shovels.

(suspenseful music)

(whistling)

- More coffee, Charlie?

- Oh actually, I'd like something

a little bit stronger, ma'am.

- Charlie, you're on duty.

- Coffee'll be fine.

- How long we gonna keep waiting on that guy, Sheriff?

- Got anything better to do, Al?

- No, no, but that whistling's getting on my nerves.

I wish he'd learn a tune.

- Yeah.

- He's been at it since before you came.

First he started digging and now he's covering up.

- Did he put anything in the hole?

- Hi might've.

I couldn't watch that carefully

because he kept looking up here.

I'm afraid Sheriff, he might do something to me.

After last night I don't want to take any chances.

- All right.

We may as well move in.

Charlie, Al, let's go.

(tense music)

Charlie get the shovels.

- Sheriff, you'll let me know what happens?

- Just watch from the window, you can see for yourself.

- What are you doing here?

- Sorry, Mr. Jarvis,

we're gonna have to do a little digging.

- What?

You've got no right to go around here

digging in my garden.

That busybody next door, she called you, didn't she?

There.

I just saw her at the window,

she called you, didn't she?

- We got a tip, Mr. Jarvis.

We wanna know why you come out here and dig at night.

- I can't dig in my own property?

A man can't dig in his own property?

- You've gotta admit it looks mighty suspicious.

- So I'm eccentric.

Do I have to plan my life to suit you?

- Charlie, Al.

- Excuse me.

(tense music)

- [Charlie] Sheriff?

- Yeah.

- You'd better come here.

Something buried here.

- Can you make out what it is?

- Not yet.

Keep digging, Al.

- There's something down there, all right.

You wanna start talking?

- Nope.

- Charlie, let me have your light.

What is it?

Can you make it out?

- Sheriff, it's a dog.

- What?

All this digging and it ain't nothing but a dead dog.

- Well what did you expect?

A body?

(playful music)

(suspenseful music)

I hated myself for doing it.

I'm not a cruel man.

The dog was sick anyway.

And Marjorie being gone, I suppose I just wanted to put it

out of its misery.

So I dug the hole and bought the rat poison.

- To give to the dog?

- Who else would I give it to?

Wait a minute, you mean you were looking for her?

You mean that character next door

said that I might've murdered Marjorie?

- Let's be frank, Mr. Jarvis,

there's still some mystery as to your wife's whereabouts.

- But to assume that I killed her.

- But you've been giving everybody in town

a different story.

You've told some people she was sick

and you told me she was on vacation.

And with that hole you're digging out in back.

- I guess it did look a little suspicious.

(sighs)

Well, I've learned one thing anyway.

Ya can't keep a secret in Linvale.

- What kind of secret?

- Marjorie left me, Sheriff.

She walked out four days ago.

- Just like that?

- No explanations.

Walked in and told me we were through.

Packed her things, took our reserve cash and her jewelry

and that was that.

After 15 years of marriage.

- I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Jarvis.

Do you know is she planning a divorce?

- Who knows.

I don't even know why she left me.

What does go on in a woman's mind, Sheriff?

- Don't ask me.

- Sure, we had our fights.

We argued a lot.

But to wake up one morning and find your wife

packing a suitcase, it's a little hard to live with.

I guess I did go overboard drinking and isolating myself.

Probably I did take it all out on the dog.

She loved that thing.

I was just somebody who brought the paper home.

- You mind if I take a look through the house?

- No, no help yourself.

I guess this had to come out anyway.

Might've been a little easier

if that busybody next door had kept her blinds closed.

(thoughtful music)

(doorbell rings)

- Sheriff Wister.

You saw what we dug up.

- Yes, the dog.

- I suppose I should've known.

- Why?

Why should you have known?

- Because this is Linvale.

Things like that just don't happen here.

- What did he tell you?

- That his wife had left him.

That's all there is to it.

She'll probably sue for divorce.

- Do you mean to say you believe that?

- Sure I do, it happens every day.

- Then you're taking him at his word?

- Well what else can I do?

I've searched the house and the garage.

Her jewelry is gone, personal effects,

suitcases, everything.

- Then why did he lie to everyone?

- Poor guy's ashamed.

He didn't want it know that she'd left him.

As a matter of fact he's hoping she'll come back

when she runs out of money.

- Oh that's the most far fetched story I ever heard.

- Look Mrs. Logan, I've made a fool out of myself

and dug up a man's garden.

If he wanted to, he could get me in a lot of trouble.

But he's been pretty decent about it.

He's gonna let it drop.

And that's just what I'm gonna do, let it drop.

- Suppose you're wrong.

- Bring me some proof, then I'll act.

But until you do, I'm just gonna forget it.

- Sheriff, I don't feel safe with that man around.

There's something wrong, I tell you.

- Well there's nothing to fear.

You just call me if anything happens.

- It would be too late then.

- I'm sorry ma'am, but there's nothing I can do.

I just can't arrest him on your say so.

- You've made yourself perfectly clear.

Goodnight.

- No reason why we can't be friends.

- I think there is.

Goodnight.

(playful music)

- I'll tell you one thing boys, don't ever get married.

- (laughing) You shoulda told me that five years ago.

- Yeah, well thanks for helping us, Al.

- Anytime.

- Come on Charlie.

(playful music)

(whistling)

(dark music)

- I still can't believe it.

What a chance we took.

- It worked, didn't it?

What did he say when he left?

- "Give me some proof, then I'll act.

"But until you do, I wanna forget about it."

- Fine, that's exactly what we want.

(happy music)

Come on.

We got work to do.

It's a good thing they never looked in your yard.

Gimme a hand.

(crashing)

- Do you need some help?

- No, you fill in the hole.

I'll take care of things over here.

(dark music)

(doorbell buzzes)

- [Ben] Hello Mr. Jarvis.

- Sheriff, what are you doing back here?

- [Ben] Came for the dog.

- What?

- Can we come in?

- Well I was just getting ready for bed.

- Well this won't take but just a minute.

- But I don't understand.

I thought this was all cleared up.

- Well there's a city ordinance against burying animals

on residential property.

We'll just dump it in this basket and be on our way.

- But I filled the hole in again.

Look, I'll dig it up in the morning

and then you can come back for the dog.

- Wouldn't think of bothering you, Mr. Jarvis.

We've bothered you enough already.

Charlie and I can take care of it.

- Yeah but I--

- Don't you worry about a thing, Mr. Jarvis.

- Darling, here, you'll need this.

(playful music)

- I think our story is further evidence

to support my belief that in cases like this

there is nothing quite so good as burial at sea.

It is simple, tidy and not very incriminating.

One word of warning, however,

if you take your wife on a sea voyage,

buy her a round trip ticket,

no matter what your plans may be.

Next week I shall return with a story,

some commercials and more friendly tips for happy husbands.

Until then, goodnight.