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- Good evening.

Tonight,

I'm going to tell you another strange

and unusual story of the unexplainable,

which lies behind The Veil.

Tonight's story is again, based on one of those true,

but utterly unexplainable happenings,

which occurred time and again

from country to country

and from age to age.

George Bosworth was a modern man of his time

in every sense of the word,

and had his story occurred to another,

he very probably would've been

the last man in the world

to believe a word ot it.

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Hart Bosworth had had a busy day.

And now as the last customer left his shop,

he prepared to close for the night.

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(gun shots) (dramatic music)

(clock chimes)

At this same moment,

150 miles at sea,

George Bosworth prepared to retire,

completely unaware of the incredible events

which were about to occur.

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- [George] Captain.

Captain!

- What is it, Mr. Bosworth?

- Captain,

I've got to get it back to England immediately.

- I'm afraid that's quite impossible, sir.

- Oh, please.

I'm afraid something's happened.

- Are you ill, Mr. Bosworth?

- No, no.

Yes, maybe.

1 don't know.

l can't explain, captain,

but, ! must return at once.

- Mr. Bosworth,

we're 150 miles from Dover,

and I have a schedule to maintain.

If ! were to turn round

and go back without good and insufficient reason,

! would in all probability lose my position.

- But this is an emergency.

- There are rules and regulations covering

all emergencies at sea.

Perhaps if you could tell me why.

- Well, I think my brother is...

I can't tell you, captain,

but it's terribly important.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Bosworth,

but, I can let you off at Ostend,

there you can make connections with another ship

and be back in England by tomorrow morning.

- And what time will we dock?

- We should be there within the hour.

- l pray God, captain, we're not too late.

- Bullet wound through the heart,

fired a close range.

Man's been shot.

He's dead right enough.

From the looks of things,

nothing has been taken except money.

Cash drawer's empty.

Which leads me to deduce

that the motive for the crime was robbery.

Got that, Hawton?

- Yes, sir.

1 checked the Bosworth house,

George isn't there, the place is shut up tight.

- That's odd, him and Hart usually close shop together.

Are you sure you heard the shots at 9:45?

- Right, you are Chester,

9:45 exactly.

- Just a minute, Bertha.

A little less familiarity if you please.

This here is official police business

and I'm here in my official capacity.

Until I've solved this crime,

I'll trouble you to remember

that I'm a sergeant in her Majesty's constabulary.

- Oh, l am sorry.

From now on, I'll remember, Chester.

Sergeant.

- You may proceed, Mrs. Clink.

- Well, I'd just put the kettle on.

! always makes us a pot of tea in the evenings,

just before retiring, as you might say.

You know how Alfie likes to get to bed early?

- Yes, yes, yes, get on with it.

- Well,

I'd no soon touch the kettle to the stove

when I heard the shots.

So I said to Alfie,

"That sounds like shots."

And Alfie said, "No."

So I said to Alfie,

"Alfie, them was shots."

And Alfie said...

- Nevermind what Alfie's said,

what did you do?

- Well, the only light that was on

was in Hart Bosworth's shop.

So I run down here to see if he'd heard them too.

Imagine me horror and surprise

to find poor Mr. Bosworth lying there in a pool of blood.

- A-ha.

And whose blood would you say it was?

- How long would you estimate this was

after you first heard the shots, Mrs. Clink?

- Couldn't have been more than 5 or 10 minutes.

- Thank you very much, Mrs. Clink.

That'll be all.

- But I haven't finished.

- If you have anything more to say,

you can make a statement at the police station.

- But ! know who'd done the murder.

- Mrs. Clink,

you saw the murderer?

- Yes, I did.

- l see... - Just a minute, constable,

I'll handle this.

Now then Bertha,

why didn't you give us this valuable information

before this?

- ! was about to,

until ! was so rudely interrupted.

- Are you insinuating that 1 was rude?

- Sergeant, may I suggest,

the murderer.

- Huh? - The murderer.

- Oh, oh, yes, yes.

All right, Mrs. Clink,

the name if you please.

- His name ts Albert Ketch.

- How do you know that, Mrs. Clink?

- ! saw him,

just as I got outside,

1 saw him run from this very shop

as though the old devil himself was after him.

- Are you sure?

- My sight is as good as yours, Chester Willmore.

- Sergeant,

shall 1 round him up?

- Why? Yes, constable, do that.

And see if you can find out what become of George Bosworth.

- Why not ask Mrs. Clink, sir?

- I'm sure I don't know, constable.

But why not ask Ms. Julie Westcott?

She's his fiance,

she ought to know.

- I'll do that, Mrs. Clink.

Alright now, off with you.

(indistinct) all of you, if you please,

this here shop will be closed till further notice.

Move along please.

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Now then Albert,

why don't you confess

and save us all a lot of trouble?

All nice and tidy, eh?

- 'Cause I didn't shoot Hart Bosworth, that's why.

- A-ha.

How do you know he was shot?

- You told me.

- Oh.

- What were you doing in the apothecary shop at that time?

- Well, ! was there to collect a debt, what was owe me.

- What was the debt for?

- Well, you see, I do a bit of carpenter work

in my spare time,

being at handy with me tools, as you might say.

And I built a set of shelves for Mr. Bosworth,

several weeks ago.

- And it took you several weeks to get paid?

- Well...

Well, there was a slight misunderstanding between us,

as you might call it.

- [Sergeant Willmore] A-ha.

- That don't mean I've killed him.

- What was the cause of this misunderstanding?

- While I was building the shelves,

a case of his medicines got robbed.

Bosworth got terrible excited,

claimed I've done it, a (indistinct),

said they was worth more than the shelves

and he wouldn't pay me.

- And so you killed him?

- That's not true, I don't even own a gun.

- A likely story.

Why? I wouldn't be surprised if you wasn't doing a bit

of poaching in your spare time.

- Oh, it's a nasty thing to say.

- Poaching is a very serious offense.

l have a mind to render charges against you.

- Sergeant, this man's being charged with murder,

not with poaching.

- You hear that Albert?

Constable's right,

murders the charge.

Don't you try to throw us off the track

with all this talk about poaching.

Now why don't you be a good fella,

and confess and save us all this trouble.

- Now look here, sergeant.

I'd like to help you, really ! would.

But you know, I'm not the kind of man

who'd killed a chap in cold blood.

- Albert Ketch,

you're making it very hard for us.

Very well, if you won't cooperate,

we'll have to drag it out of you.

We'll start all over again.

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- George, darling.

- What's happened?

- Come inside.

- Something's happened to Hart, hasn't it?

- Sit down.

- No, no, tell me.

- Yes, George,

Hart is... - Hart's dead?

Too late,

I'm too late.

- George, you were on your way to France.

How did you get back so quickly?

- [had a,

feeling something was wrong.

Who? Who shot him?

- Who told you he was shot?

- Do they know who did it?

- The police have arrested Albert Ketch.

- Albert Ketch?

But he didn't do it.

- Darling, I know this has been a terrible shock,

but, you weren't here.

How do you know he didn't do it?

- Julie, please take me on trust for now.

Albert Ketch had nothing to do with Hart's death.

- Darling, you are upset.

Why don't you lie down for a little while,

I'll bring you some tea.

- No, no, no, please, I've got to convince the police

that they're making a mistake.

They've no reason to hold Albert.

- Darling, you asked me to trust you.

I do,

you know that.

Can't you even tell me how you could be so certain?

- Julie, have 1 ever shown

any signs of insanity?

- Of course not.

- Well, 1 haven't told you yet how I came back so quickly

or why,

l never even got to France,

because on the boat I had a...

A vision.

- Of what?

- The whole thing.

- The whole thing?

- Yes.

1 saw the murder being committed.

- George,

tell me exactly what you thought you saw.

- Well, ! was washing, getting ready for bed

and,

when I looked into the basin,

1 saw the apothecary shop,

it was exactly as if was right there,

everything as clear as it is now.

- You must have been dreaming.

- No,

1 saw Hart by the shelves.

And then I saw,

the murderer come in

and,

shoot him.

- You saw the murderer?

Who was it?

- ! don't know.

But it wasn't Albert Ketch,

I'm sure of that.

- George,

you can't tell anybody this.

- But ! must, Ketch is innocent.

Julie,

you believe me, don't you?

- What difference does it make whether I...

- A great deal of difference to me.

- George, I believe you

because I love you.

If you tell this story to the police...

- No, that's a chance I must take.

- That's a chance you must not take.

- But they'll hang Ketch.

- Listen to me, George,

there's nothing you can do.

If Ketch is innocent,

he has nothing to fear.

But you,

if you tell this fantastic tale to the police,

you'll be ruined.

- Julie, a man's life is in danger,

how can I think of myself?

- Well, then think of me.

You know, they won't believe you,

at best, they'll call you insane.

And how will I feel?

Hearing people talk behind your back,

pretending ! don't hear them whispering.

- Julie, this is not... - Think of Hart,

you know how he worked to build up the shop.

Will you let all his work go for nothing?

Oh, that's what'll happen.

Do you'll think people will do business with a man who...

Who sees things?

- I'm sorry, Julie,

whatever anybody thinks,

I've got to try.

- Very well, George,

if you feel you must,

I'll go with you.

- No, no, no, there's no need for you to become involved.

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- Nothing back there, sir.

- Oh,

well, in that case,

we'll have to continue our search in here.

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Oh, Mr. Bosworth, sir,

allow me to offer my condolences in this horrible tragedy.

- Thank you, sergeant.

They told me at the police station I'd find you here.

May I ask what you're looking for?

- Clues, Mr. Bosworth, clues.

- And have you found any?

- Almost.

But don't you worry, sir,

we have the feen what done this foul deed.

- If you mean Albert Ketch, sergeant,

he didn't do it.

- Why do you say that, sir?

Well, 1 ask you again,

what makes you so sure that Albert Ketch is innocent?

- ! can't tell you, sergeant.

You'll just have to take my word for it.

But,

Albert Ketch had nothing to do with it.

- That's rather a large order, Mr. Bosworth,

asking us to accept your word

without anything to back it up.

- Mr. Bosworth, sir,

l assume you can prove your whereabouts

at the time of the crime.

- [George] Yes, I can, 1 was on a boat on my way to France.

- Mr. Bosworth,

who else beside yourself stands

to inherit your brother's estate after his death?

- Well, no one, I'm the only...

Just what are yo driving at?

- Now, I'm sure the constable means no offense, sir,

but let me fill you in on the facts.

We have a high witness,

that places Albert Albert Ketch at the sea of the crime,

he had motive,

he had opportunity.

- Sergeant, have a look here.

- Looks like a hole.

- It's a bullet hole, I think, have I your permission to...

- Help yourself, constable.

- It's rather a small caliber.

- AS you say, very small.

- I'm sure it comes from a derringer.

- A derringer?

But wouldn't that prove that Albert Ketch

had nothing to do with it?

- Why do you say that?

- What would Ketch be doing with a little gun like that?

- Mr. Bosworth's right, sir.

It's hard to accept the fact

that Albert Ketch would be in possession of a derringer,

unless it was deliberately given to him by somebody.

- Now look here, constable...

- So you refuse still

to tell us why you think Albert Ketch is innocent.

- ! can't tell you, sergeant.

- I'll submit a possibility to you, Mr. Bosworth.

I'll submit it's possible you needed money badly enough

to want your brother out of the way.

! submit that your insistence on Albert Ketch's innocence

may very well be more than just a desire

to see justice done.

- And what do you have to say to that, Mr. Bosworth?

- Nothing.

Am I under arrest?

- Not as yet.

But I shall have to ask you to remain within call.

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- Evening Mr. Bosworth.

- Oh, good evening, Mrs. Clink

- Alfie and me wishes to convey our sympathy

for your bereavement.

- Thank you.

Shall we sit down for a minute?

- Oh yes, duck.

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Thank you.

He was a fine man, your brother.

A fine man.

Always willing to extend credit until pay day.

And never too proud to step in

and have a lip with us.

And his scales was on honest too.

- Yes, it was a terrible shock to me, Mrs. Clink.

- ! couldn't well imagine.

But never you fear,

Albert Ketch will get what he deserves.

- Why is everyone so certain that Ketch is guilty?

- Lord bless you.

Who else could it be?

1 saw him myself.

- You saw him?

- Of course I did.

Has nobody told you?

That Chester Willmore!

1 am the most important witness.

- Are there any other witnesses?

- Not of one

and no more are needed, I can tell you that.

Of course,

Ms. Westcott might have seen the whole thing,

had she been there five minutes earlier.

- Julie? What?

What has she got to do with it?

- Of course, she might have been killed if she had.

- But tell me,

how does Julie fit into all this?

- Well, I'd just stepped outta my house

for a breath of air

before putting the tea on for Alfie and me,

when I sees Ms. Westcott going into the apothecary shop.

And it was oddly five minutes later when I heard two shots.

l runs outside

and there goes Albert Ketch tearing down the street.

Naturally, 1 got the police.

And it was hardly no time at all

before they had clapped in the pokey.

- Julie never said anything about it.

- Oh, I dare say,

she didn't want to worry you.

So, it's the first time I've ever known her

to worry about anyone.

- What do you mean by that?

- I'm not a one to talk about a body

when they're not present to defend theirself.

But everyone knows is our Ms. Julie Westcott

considers herself much better than us common folk.

- What are you saying, Mrs. Clink?

- It's truth, ask any of the girls, they'll tell you.

Her and her fine talk

about position

and money

and station in life.

But she wasn't fooling your brother none, no sir.

She wasn't pulling the wool over his eyes.

Oh, you poor boy,

I've upset you with me wagging tongue now.

Alfie always says I talk too much.

But don't pay any attention to me.

(Mrs. Clink sighs)

You better get home and get some rest,

and I'll be saying good night.

(door thuds)

(George knocks)

- George, darling, I've been frantic.

Where have you been?

- I've been walking.

The police think I'm involved in Hart's death.

- George, are they mad?

How can they think you had anything to do with it?

They have the murderer.

- No, they haven't.

Ketch is no more guilty than I am.

- Would you stop saying that?

The police think he's guilty,

isn't that enough?

- No.

Why are you so intent on seeing him hang?

- I'm not, I...

! just don't like seeing you so upset, that's all.

- Julie,

was there ever any trouble between you and Hart?

- Of course not.

You know how fond of him I was.

Except,

well, he thought I was too ambitious, didn't he?

- Well, Hart was an old fashioned man,

he thought a woman's place was in the home.

- George,

you know, I only want what's best for you, don't you?

- Yes, of course.

- Awoman needs security,

a home, children,

a husband she can be proud of.

- [ know, you've been very patient.

- Well, not really, George.

There were times during the last five years

when I wanted to scream,

when I wanted to say to Hart,

why won't you pay George enough money so we can be married?

He's earned it, he deserves it.

But that's all over now.

We can be married right away,

can't we, George?

- Well,

once a decent interval has gone by.

- Darling,

we'll be so happy.

Mrs. George Bosworth.

1 can't wait to see my friend's faces

when I tell them,

they didn't think it would happen, you know.

Really.

They didn't think I knew

they were snickering behind my back,

as if I couldn't tell what they were thinking.

That Julie Westcott, she isn't getting any younger.

If George doesn't ask her soon,

she may not get any more chances.

- Aren't you exaggerating just a little?

- Well, perhaps,

just a little.

Now,

promise me you'll think only happy thoughts

while I make us some tea.

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- Julie.

- [Julie] Yes, dear.

- About Albert Ketch,

I've been thinking, perhaps you're right.

There really is nothing more I can do.

I'll see that he gets a good solicitor of course.

- [Julie] That's very generous of you, George.

- And as soon as I can,

I'll put the shop up for sale.

(dishes shatter)

And then we'll be married

and we'll move to somewhere...

What's the matter?

- What did you say?

- [George] We'll be married as soon as I can sell the shop.

- You can't sell it.

- Why not?

Well, ! know how you feel but...

But I can't stay here where everything reminds me of Hart.

- You don't know how I feel.

- Julie, what's the matter with you?

- Weren't you listening to me?

We live here

our friends are here.

You're an important member of the community

and I'll be your wife, George.

They'll respect us.

- As long as we're together,

what does it matter where we live?

- ! won't have itt.

The shop is doing well here,

we have money and position.

Do you think I want to start again at the bottom?

Not knowing anybody,

not being anybody, ! forbid it.

- Julie, you're losing your perspective.

1 welcome your help,

but I must make my own decisions.

- Welcome my help?

Well, that's funny, George.

Without me, there'd be no decision for you to make.

- What are you saying?

- You've had five years to make a decision,

but your precious brother stood in the way.

Well, 1 made it for you.

He's gone and I won't let you throw away

everything I've worked for.

George, listen,

I did it for you,

for both of us.

- How could you?

Julie! - wanted you,

] needed you.

Hart stood between us

and I couldn't bear it any longer,

but it's all over now, George.

He's gone.

There's just the two of us,

and we'll be happy, George, you'll see.

George,

don't leave me,

please!

- I'm going to find Sergeant Willmore.

- George!

George. (door thuds)

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(Julie cries)

- And so George,

shocked and stunned as few men

have had the misfortune to be,

did his duty as he saw tt.

Bereft of brother and fiance,

he still had a life before him.

Time would heal these scars,

but would it ever bring to him an understanding

of how he could have seen his brother's death?

1 don't know.

Do you?

Please join me again for another journey

into the world of the unexplainable

which lies behind the veil.

Good night.

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