All language subtitles for The.Alfred.Hitchcock.Hour.1962.S01E10.Day.of.Reckoning.DVD

Good evening, fellow yacht owners.

This is not champagne.

You can see my tastes are much too
simple for that.

This is not intended for a christening.
It is my ship-to-shore communication.

I realize that my yacht may seem rather
old-fashioned to luxury-minded people.

But I find the relationship between a
man and a gasoline engine too coldly

impersonal. My engine is far more
economical and very quiet too,

except for an occasional scream and the
clanking of chains.

It is also quite speedy.

This is the accelerator.

So much for the simple pleasures.

We are presenting a story tonight called
Day of Reckoning. It follows in

precisely one minute.

Sorry, partner, I lost this one for us.
Don't feel bad. My brother and his wife

have developed mental telepathy into a
high art.

Harold, she's accusing us of cheating.

Sibling rivalry.

You witnessed the crime, Judge. Are we
guilty or innocent?

Not enough evidence.

Wouldn't you like to sit in, Paul?

Sure, your sister would be better off
without me.

No, thanks.

Felicity, who is the man?

What's his name? I have a right to know.

Please, Paul, let's not go over it all
again.

I told you I can't go on.

I simply want a divorce.

You've always said before there wasn't
anybody.

There never was. Well, this time there
is, isn't there? You can't deny it.

I'm not denying it.

I want his name.

You'll know eventually.

Oh, not to have it now. Why?

Because you know you wouldn't get your
divorce if I knew his name, is that it?

I didn't say... You don't have to.

Paul, when there was nobody, you always
thought there was.

You always behaved as if there was.

You made it impossible long ago for me
to go on loving you.

What difference now does it make if
there is someone?

I can fight the divorce.

That won't get me back.

Felicity, darling, please.

Please, give him up.

No, I can't.

I won't.

You're not going to him.

You can't stop me, Paul.

Felicity liked it, didn't I? I'm being
taken to the cleaners. No, I, uh, Aspen.

Does she want one of you men to take
over the steering?

No, she doesn't.

Well, I wish she'd come and watch the
game. I'm playing brilliantly.

Felicity never thought I was much of a
bridge player.

You never were, darling.

Let that be a lesson to you, Trent.

Don't get married.

Flattery stops at the altar.

He must have run to the ground. The
passengers were quietly moved to the

lifeboats. The women and children
laughed.

Felicity, what's up? Let's take a look.

Felicity.

Felicity!

Not here. Not here? That's impossible.

Felicity!

Falling overboard.

She can't swim.

Judge, would you take that stretch right
and go forward?

I'll see if I can back her off the bank.
We'll double back on her. Close the

city, everybody.

Judge, sit the stretch right there.

Don't worry, dear. She'll probably
manage to reach the bank.

Anything up there, Judge?

No, nothing.

Alice made some coffee.

No, thanks.

Any sign?

No.

What are we going to do?

I think we should head back to the
house.

I know you want us to keep searching,
Paul, but we'll need more help. We'll

have to call the police.

My men are searching the lake now. We
should have some results by morning.

Well, that isn't very encouraging.

We're doing our best, Mr. Sampson.

Now, if you folks don't mind, I'd like
to ask a few questions.

Can't they wait, Sheriff? This is hardly
the time.

He's only doing his job, Carolyn.

This is what happened, Sheriff.

After dinner this evening, Felicity
suggested that we take out the cruiser.

Judge Wilcox here happened to stop by,
and we invited him to come along.

Well, anyway, we were playing bridge.

And Felicity was at the controls.

And that's the last we saw of her.

She must have fallen overboard.

That seems kind of strange, doesn't it?
Is Samson just losing her balance like

that?

Was she drinking by any chance?

She'd had a few martinis.

How many would you say?

I don't really know.

She wasn't drunk, if that's what you're
implying, Sheriff.

Now, I don't believe I know you, sir.

This is...

Trent Parker.

He's been our house guest here for the
past few weeks.

Trent Parker. Well, I know the name.

I'm a golfer. I played here in the
tournament last spring.

That's where I met the Samsons.

Yes, of course.

Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Parker.

Sheriff, my brother's very tired.

Why don't you come back in the morning?

Well, I was going to ask Mr. Sampson to
go out in a cruiser with me. There are a

few things I'd like to clarify for my
report.

At this hour? Now, really, Sheriff?

It's all right, Carolyn. May as well get
it over with.

Dave, would you mind coming along with
us?

No, of course not.

Harold and I will be at home if you need
us. Thanks, Alice.

Is this

where you ran aground?

Approximately.

Have you found anything?

No luck at all, sir.

I'd like to try to reconstruct the
accident, if you don't mind.

How can you, sir?

Well, I can try. The coroner is bound to
ask a lot of questions. I'd like to have

some of the answers.

Now, let me see if I've got it straight.
All the people were in the cabin except

Mrs. Sampson. She was at the controls?

No, no. We were on autopilot. She was
sitting right here on the rail.

Now, you came out.

Any particular reason?

To see if she might like another drink.

Did she?

No, so I went back inside.

And after that, she fell overboard.

It's funny nobody heard her cry out.

Remember, Sheriff, the engine was
running and the radio was playing.

Yeah, that's true.

Well, let's try a little experiment.

Frazier? Yes, sir. I want you to sit on
the railing. Mr. Sampson will come out

of the cabin, talk to you, go back in.

After a while, fall overboard, give a
shot, and swim to shore.

In my clothes, sir?

Well, you can get down to your shorts.

Can you swim?

Yes, sir.

All right. Head it out and put it on
autopilot.

Now, Mr. Sampson, if you'd be good
enough to duplicate your actions. Look,

is this really necessary? I'm afraid so,
Judge.

It's a few hours ago.

The others are playing cards.

Where were you, Judge?

About here.

Now, Mr. Sampson, you think your wife
might like a refill, so you go out.

Pardon me, Judge.

And, uh...

Radio is playing. Yes.

You can come in now, Mr. Sampson.

Mr. Sampson.

I came back in here and watched the
bridge game.

Hey!

Never mind that. I'll have one of my men
clean it up before we dock.

Excuse me.

Frazier, you okay?

Yes, sir.

That's strange, isn't it?

We heard the cry even though the radio
was playing. That's because we were

waiting for it.

Last night, everyone was concentrating
on the bridge game.

Yeah, even so, you'd think someone would
have heard her cry out.

Unless... Unless what?

Unless Mrs. Sampson didn't cry out at
all.

Why wouldn't she?

There's always the possibility she took
her own life.

Don't be absurd.

Felicity had everything to live for.

Besides, if she wanted to commit
suicide, why do it this way?

I'm sure there are easier methods.

Yeah, I suppose so.

Well, we'd better head back. I'm sorry
to have had to put you through this

again, Mr. Stanton.

Did they find anything?

Nothing yet.

Perhaps we'll hear in the morning.

I drove into town to get my things. I
didn't want you to be alone.

The house seems so empty.

I keep expecting to hear a voice.

Carolyn? Yes, dear?

Carolyn, I've got to tell you something.

I must share it with someone.

What is it?

Felicity was leaving me.

Leaving you? She told me last night.

Why? Did you quarrel or something? No,
no, no. Nothing like that. She was

leaving me for another man.

I don't believe it.

Neither did I, at first.

Who was it?

She didn't tell me, but I think I know.

Paul, did they... Would you excuse me? I
was just going to

get a nightcap.

Can I get you something?

No, thanks.

Ted?

He's been staying here for weeks, hasn't
he?

He's been giving her golf lessons every
day, alone.

It's incredible.

I'm not sure.

Not yet.

But I'm going to find out.

Paul, what difference can it make now?

Look, try to get some sleep.

We'll talk about it in the morning.

All right?

Paul, maybe there's still a chance
Felicity isn't dead.

I know it seems almost too much to hope
for, but after all, they haven't found

her body yet.

Maybe she did manage to reach the shore.

Maybe she's still alive.

I may as well be frank with you people.
There's still one thing I don't

understand. How Mrs. Sampson fell
overboard.

How does anyone fall overboard?

She slipped. She lost her balance.

In that case, she would have fallen into
the boat, not out of.

Maybe she fainted.

That's a possibility. I called her
doctor to check on her, but he's out of

town. Was she subject to fainting
spells, by the way?

Not that I know of.

Now, another thing. When we examined the
deceased's body, we noticed a bruise on

her forehead.

What are you suggesting, that she was
struck before she fell?

Oh, not at all. I just wondered where it
came from.

I can explain that, Sheriff.

Felicity and I took a walk yesterday.

There was a low branch in its structure.

Nothing serious, but enough to raise a
bruise.

I see.

Did any of you notice that bruise last
night?

I don't like the tone of that question.
You act as if we might have something to

hide. Not at all, Mr. Sampson. I'm just
trying to put the pieces together. You

can't play checkers without a board.

I wasn't aware we were playing games,
Sheriff.

Apparently you won't accept the fact
that this is a simple accident.

The only thing left is murder.

And since I was with Felicity before she
died, it seems I'm the obvious

candidate.

Please, Mr. Sampson, there's no reason
to talk like that. I haven't accused

anybody. Not directly?

Not even indirectly.

Well, then I apologize for
misunderstanding you, Sheriff.

My wife had an accident and was drowned,
but you won't take that at face value.

You keep on asking questions.

What sort of accident?

How did she fall?

Why did she fall?

I think those are reasonable questions
under the circumstances.

And as far as accusing you of anything,
the thought never entered my head.

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.

Well, think about it now, Sheriff.

I could have killed her.

It is possible, isn't it?

Well, anything's possible. Well, this is
more than possible. It's probable. I was

alone with her. No one else was out
there. I could have pushed her over the

side, couldn't I?

Couldn't I, Sheriff?

This is ridiculous.

Paul didn't go near her.

Why do you say that, Judge?

Because I could see them clearly from
where I was standing.

They were in my line of vision the whole
time.

And nothing happened?

Nothing. He didn't touch her.

I wish you'd said something about this
before.

I didn't think it was important.

After all, no one had made any
accusations until a minute ago.

I haven't accused anybody, even though
Mr. Sampson seems to think so.

I've got to be going.

The inquest will be tomorrow morning, 10
o'clock.

I'll see you out, Sheriff.

We should be going too, darling.

that lie you couldn't see us at all well
he seemed to be looking for some

explanation for the accident he was
being a nuisance so i thought i'd hit

him off i appreciate it but you were
taking a chance not really i wasn't

under oath besides what difference does
it make you certainly didn't kill

felicity did you no so no harm done i'll
see you at the inquest

She was quite excited the day I bought
those for her.

See, I always used to look forward to a
lesson with you.

So did I.

We had some good times together.

I'm sure you did.

Look, am I in the way? I mean, do you
want to work? I don't find it exactly

easy to work right now.

Well, they say it's good therapy.

Keeps the mind occupied.

Is that what you'd like me to do? Design
a new office building?

It's just a suggestion.

What are you so anxious for me to
forget?

I beg your pardon? Let's stop
pretending. I know.

What are you talking about?

About you and Felicity.

What about her? You knew she was leaving
me, didn't you?

Now, Paul, you've gone through a
terrible experience.

She was going away with you.

Now, wait a minute. That's ridiculous.
Where did you get such an idea? No, it's

not ridiculous. She told me herself.

I admired your wife. I liked her very
much as a friend, but that's as far as

it ever went. Oh, I'm sure it was easy
enough for you. It's always easy for the

other man.

He can present himself in the best
possible light, make promises he never

intends to keep.

You have no responsibilities, no roots.

I suppose she liked that, too.

Cheap romantic.

Paul, did Felicity say she was leaving
you for me? No, no, she never mentioned

your name, of course. She wanted to keep
you out of this. But who else could it

have been? You were in love with her,
weren't you?

You were waiting for the chance to take
her away from me, weren't you?

Only it didn't work.

And now Felicity's dead.

But she didn't say I was the man, did
she?

You just guessed I was. I knew you were.

The only thing I have to figure out now
is the best way to kill you.

Oh, wait, Paul.

I'll take your word that she was going
to leave you. It seems incredible, but

it must be the truth. And I can see why,
in a way, you thought I was the one,

but... You're wrong, Paul. You're really
wrong. Am I?

I've never wanted to take her from you.

Even if I had wanted to, I'd know I
never could.

Besides, I... It happens I'm engaged to
be married.

You're lying.

No, it's the truth.

Girl in Boston, I met her last year.

She's from Back Bay. Her parents don't
exactly approve of her marrying a golf

pro as it is, but...

I wouldn't risk having an affair with
your wife. You're crazy.

How do I know you're telling the truth?

You can call her.

I'll give you her number.

Trent, I'm sorry.

That's all right.

I should have known it wasn't you.

I just couldn't think of anyone else.

Paul, are you sure it is true?

You've had a terrible time.

I'm not imagining it, if that's what you
mean.

I, uh... I suppose you'd want to talk
about it.

Oh, I'd like to talk about it to you.

As a matter of fact, it'd be a relief in
a way.

You know...

Felicity never really loved me.

She as much as admitted it.

I think she just wanted to be in love
for once in her life.

She felt she was missing something.

What's the good? I can't explain it.
Either you understand or you don't.

I do. I do.

All the same, I think I better pack up
and leave.

It'll be easier all around.

Trent.

You won't mention this to anyone, will
you?

About Felicity leaving, I mean?

Of course not.

It's none of my business.

Thank you.

Was an odyssey performed, Sheriff? Yes,
sir. And the result?

Mr. Sampson met death by drowning.

Following a fall from the cabin
cruising?

Yes, sir, it appears so.

Appears, Sheriff?

I just don't understand how she fell,
that's all.

You've given us the impression that she
lost her balance.

Yes, I think so. I just don't know how.

Sheriff, I'm not quite sure what you're
implying. Are you suggesting that there

was something irregular in Mrs.

Sampson's death?

Your Honor, I'd like to dismiss Sheriff
Jordan for the moment and call a new

witness.

Very well. You may step down.

What's he doing here? I don't know.

Would you state your name and
occupation, please?

Felix Ryder, M.D.

Dr. Ryder, Bailiff tells me that you
have some pertinent information

concerning this inquest. Yes.

How did you come by this information?

Professionally. I was Felicity Sampson's
physician.

Why didn't you contact us earlier?

I couldn't. I was away on a fishing
trip. Just got back this morning.

Would you tell us the nature of your
information?

Be glad to.

When I came home today, my wife said
that Felicity, Mrs. Sampson, had had an

accident. Said a lot of people all over
town were buzzing about it.

Seems that Sheriff Jordan couldn't
figure out how she fell off the boat.

Well, I knew I could clear that up, so I
came right down here.

Mrs. Sampson came to me about two weeks
ago for a checkup.

She complained of pains in the chest, so
I gave her a complete examination and

ran a series of tests.

What did you discover?

She was suffering from a serious type of
progressive mycosis.

Is that a dangerous kind of disease,
Doctor?

In this case, yes.

I didn't have her entire history, but
from what I could gather, she'd had a

primary infection as a child.

This type of disease has a way of
recurring.

Would it be fatal?

In time, yes.

She had possibly two or three years.

In view of the fact that she fell
overboard, would you say that dizziness

might be one of the symptoms of the
disease?

Yes.

Arising from the respiratory
difficulties, of course.

I'll be glad to let the court see my
records.

Thank you, doctor.

Now, did you tell Mrs. Sampson about
your findings?

Yes, I did.

She asked me not to mention it to her
husband or family.

I've held that confidence until now.

Any reason for breaking it?

Well, just what I said before, to clear
up any rumors about her accident.

Mrs. Sampson probably had a dizzy spell,
lost her balance, and fell over the

side. Thank you, doctor.

You've been extremely helpful.

I have nothing more.

Well, in that case, I think we can
adjourn.

That clears the air.

No question of the verdict now.

Accidental death.

This concludes the first half of the
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Don't forget, Paul.

If there's anything we can do, just call
us.

Why don't you take a trip somewhere?

The change might do you good.

Well,

give it some thought.

I don't suppose you'll feel much like
eating tonight.

Let me know if you want anything
special.

I made

you a double.

It'll be nice having someone to look
after for a change.

What do you think of Harold's
suggestion?

What suggestion?

Taking a trip.

We could close the house and go to
Europe.

The Far East or South America.

Do you good?

I can make all the arrangements.

Try to remember. Didn't Felicity say
anything at all about what Dr. Ryder

told her? Didn't she give you some small
hint?

You've asked me that three times
already, Paul.

She didn't say anything at all. No
hints, nothing.

You must believe me.

But why?

Dr. Ryder.

He could have been the man.

Do you think he was lying, trying to
cover her up? Paul, please.

She said there was another man. She
wanted a divorce, but there must have

been another man. Why couldn't it have
been Dr. Ryder?

Paul, he gave the coroner his records.

My dear, you can't go on mourning for
the rest of your life.

Try not to think about it so much.

Believe me, you'll get over it
eventually.

One day you'll be happy again.

Carolyn, it's no use.

Of course it is. I know.

Don't you understand?

I killed her.

Don't say things like that.

It's natural you should feel guilty.

You feel you should have stayed with her
on the boat.

But, Paul, there's no way you could have
known she was ill.

Didn't you hear what I said?

I murdered Felicity. I pushed her over
the side.

That's not true. It can't be. It is
true.

It wasn't planned. I didn't mean to do
it.

I don't think I even wanted to, but I
did, Carolyn.

It was sudden, like slashing the head
off a flower.

The second later, you wonder why on
earth you ever did such a thing.

This has all been too much for you,
Paul. I told you that before.

You've been under such a strain. I'm
tired of being pitied.

Everybody's pitying me, the grieving
husband. I can't take it anymore.

But you are grieving.

You don't believe me, do you? You think
it's all in my mind.

I didn't say that. But you're thinking
it.

Well, what do you expect?

You're my brother.

I know you better than I know myself.

You're not a murderer.

You know why you don't believe me.
Because you don't want to. Because it

might interfere with your plans.

I haven't any plans. Oh, yes, you have.

The plans you've been making ever since
Felicity died, coming here to live,

taking care of me. You've got a happy
picture of us growing old together.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, but it's the truth.

Can't we talk about this tomorrow?

Tomorrow won't make any difference. This
isn't going to go away. It's something

I've got to face.

Promise me you won't mention what you
told me to anyone else.

I can't make any promises.

At least for now.

I understand I'm being put under the
microscope.

Hi, Paul.

Let's stop the pretense. Carolyn told
you, didn't she? Well, yes, she did

mention something about your problem.

Problem? Is that what she called it?

I should think you'd have more
imagination, Carolyn. Or is murder just

a household crisis these days, like the
maid or the silverware?

Oh, please, dear. Yes, stop it, Paul.
This is serious. Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't

realize that.

I'm sure you do, Alice.

What do you think?

I think you should have kept this whole
thing to yourself.

What? Why tell anybody? What good does
it do?

Even if you're telling the truth. Alice.

Well, maybe he is. How do we know?

Don't be a fool.

I just don't know what he expects us to
do about it. I don't expect you to do

anything about it. You go around talking
this way, who are you going to tell

next? I'd better tell somebody who'll
believe me.

Yes, by all means.

Go around telling everyone. The postman,
the gardener, the... What should I do?

Forget about it? Yes.

For our sake.

Your sake?

Whatever you've done, you've no right to
drag us into it.

Don't you realize that we have a
reputation in this community?

What about my children?

And Harold's business?

Alice, I'm sorry. I don't want to
involve any of you. But you would.

There would be a scandal.

What would it accomplish?

I murdered Felicity.

I took her life.

And none of you believe me.

None of you wants to believe me.

Of course we believe you.

If you say you did it, that's good
enough for us. Stop trying to humor me.

I'm perfectly sane.

Then think of the consequences.

We don't want a scandal.

It's funny.

If Felicity were here, she'd find all of
this highly amusing.

Each of you have your own reason for
keeping me quiet, so I'm afraid I'll

have to forget about you and do what I
think is best.

What does that mean?

I don't know yet.

Where are you going, Paul?

I'm going to get dressed and go to town.
Any objections?

I'll give you a lift. Harold, the
watchdog.

No, no, no. I'm going that way.

All right.

I guess I might as well get used to
wearing a leash.

Say, Paul, why don't we stop by Dr.

Reiter's?

What for?

Well, with everything that's happened, I
imagine you could do with a checkup.

Physical or mental?

Physical, of course.

I feel fine.

Say, Harold,

I need some cigarettes. I wonder if you
could stop by that drugstore there,

please.

Hello, Mr. Sampson. Sheriff.

Excuse my Sunday suit. I'm giving my
safety lecture to the school kids.

I'm supposed to be there in about ten
minutes. This won't take long.

Have a seat.

Thank you, sir.

Now, what's on your mind?

Well, I... I came by to tell you that
you were right.

Oh, about what?

About my wife's death. It wasn't an
accident. I killed her.

Would you repeat that?

I murdered my wife.

You said something about my being right.

Well, you were suspicious of me, weren't
you? It was fairly obvious.

Suspicious of you? No.

Thought never entered my head.

There's no reason to be polite. I'm not
being polite. I'm just telling you a

fact. I didn't at any time connect you
with your wife's death.

And I don't now.

Sheriff, will you listen to me? I pushed
my wife over the side. I lost my head.

She was leaving me for another man.

Who? Well, I... I don't know.

I see.

No, no, you don't see at all. What's
wrong with you? A few days ago, you

thought there was something suspicious
about the accident. Yes, I did.

Frankly, I thought you'd all been
drinking and nobody knew what had

happened. That or a possible suicide.
Dr. Ryder proved me wrong.

I'm sorry your wife's dead. You have my
sympathy.

But if you think I'm going to make an
official report of this conversation,

you're mistaken.

Are you afraid of, Sheriff, my family's
influence?

That's got nothing to do with it. Maybe
there's another reason.

You'd look like a fool if I confessed.
People might think you didn't conduct a

thorough investigation.

Mr. Sampson, I resent that. I think
you'd better go home. Your family's

probably worried about you. You don't
believe a word I've said.

No, I don't.

And even if I did, it wouldn't make any
difference.

The law cannot punish a man for a crime
unless there is proof that he committed

it. And a man cannot convict himself
unless there is reasonable proof.

But I've admitted it. It doesn't make
any difference. You don't have any

proof. You said your wife was leaving
you for another man, but you can't

produce him. You said you pushed her
over the side, but Judge Wilcox says

that you didn't go near her. He was
lying to protect me.

Judge Wilcox was lying?

Come on, Mr. Sampson, you keep talking
like that, they're going to lock you up

in another kind of place.

Ask him yourself.

Look, this is a waste of time, and I'm
supposed to be giving a lecture.

Sheriff, would you sooner I went to the
district attorney.

Let's go by the judge's house.

Hello, Paul.

Sheriff. Judge, do you mind if we come
in for a minute? Not at all. If you

promise to overlook the dust, my
housekeeper's on vacation.

You're wearing your official look,
Sheriff.

Force of habit, I'm afraid.

Judge, do you mind if I ask you a
question?

Certainly. Dave, I want you to tell
me... Mr. Sampson... Please, I'll handle

this.

Judge, when I was investigating Mrs.

Sampson's death, you volunteered a
statement.

You said that all the time Mr. Sampson
was out of the cabin, you could see him.

That's right.

Well, I'd like to know if that statement
is true. Tell him, Dave.

Of course it was true.

No, no, no. Tell him the truth.

Mr. Sampson, please, I ask you to stay
out of this.

If that's anything but the truth, Judge,
you can do your friend a great deal of

harm. Dave, don't try to protect me. I'm
not trying to protect you.

I happen to be watching you and
Felicity, and you didn't go near her.

Well, that's good enough for me.

You mean you're going to forget all
about this? Yes, sir, and I would

suggest that you do the same.

Thank you for your time, Judge.

Mr. Sampson, I have to be going. Can I
drop you someplace?

You look like you could use this.

Carolyn called you, didn't she? Yeah.

How much did she tell you?

Just about everything.

Paul, did you kill Felicity?

I was the man.

What?

That surprises you, doesn't it?

I don't believe it.

My sister puts you up to this. This is
some kind of a trick.

No, Paul.

But you hardly knew each other.

We met in town by accident a few months
ago.

I took her to lunch.

And then to dinner when you were away on
a business trip.

It got to be a habit.

You? I still don't believe it. Why?
Because you think I'd be too old for

her?

Felicity didn't think so.

At first she wasn't going to ask you for
a divorce.

And after she'd been to see Dr. Ryder,
she decided that we were entitled to the

time that was left.

It was what she wanted.

With any consolation to you, I loved her
very much. You think I care about that?

No, you never cared about anything
except yourself.

How do you think I felt when I saw
Felicity was drowned?

I loved her, but I couldn't show my
feelings.

I was supposed to have lost only a
friend or the wife of a friend.

I wanted to jump in that lake after her,
but I didn't.

I stayed in the launch and operated that
light.

But she was down there somewhere under
the water.

The person I loved most in the world.

There's one thing you haven't taken into
account.

I love Felicity too.

I loved her for years and I was losing
her.

So you destroyed what you couldn't have.

After the... Accident, I felt sorry for
you.

I felt sorry for both of us.

Then Caroline told me what you were
saying.

I knew it was the truth.

Why didn't you tell the sheriff?

Oh, that would have been too easy.

You want to be caught.

It's the only way you can relieve your
guilt.

But no one believes you except me.

You're not on the bench now.

You've got no right to pass judgment.

You destroyed Felicity.

I'm going to see to it that you destroy
yourself, too.

You'll do a far better job than anyone
else could.

You've got the rest of your life to live
with a memory of what you did. There's

nothing you can do about it.

Nothing. If you say you killed Felicity,
people will think you're insane.

They'll never believe you.

Never. Somebody will. I'll find
somebody.

Go home, Paul.

Would you come here a minute, dear?

We'd like to talk to you.

What is it?

We've heard from the sheriff and Judge
Wilcox. You've heard from a fool and a

liar.

Paul, dear, we just can't have you
walking around spreading these stories.

You need rest.

Mr. Sampson, this is Dr. Campbell.

He's a psychiatrist at the Fairfield
Institute.

Get him out of here.

Paul, Dr. Campbell would like you to go
with him.

The Institute is only a hundred miles
away.

You can stay there until you feel
better.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm perfectly sane. I don't need a
psychiatrist. Do you understand? Now get

out of here, all of you.

Mr. Sampson, I'm afraid you have no
choice.

I don't. We'll see about that.

Your sister and I have signed the
committal papers.

Don't worry, dear.

It's just a formality.

And if you cooperate with us, Mr.
Sampson, things will be so much easier.

It's going to be all right, Paul. You'll
see.

And we'll visit you.

We'll all visit you.

I have a joyous footnote to the grim
scene which you have just observed.

Eventually, our story had a happy
ending.

Judge Wilcox later admitted he had been
fibbing and the world knew that Paul had

been guilty of murder, so he was finally
granted his wish.

To his great relief, he was taken out of
Fairfield and suitably disposed of.

I have the feeling that I have done
quite enough for one day. However, I

commend you to the following commercial
and the sampling of next week's play.