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Good evening,
friends and suspects.

From time to time,
we receive letters

asking us to
help viewers

commit the
perfect crime.

Naturally, we don't want
to be put in a position

of encouraging
hardened criminals.

Amateurs, perhaps.

I think the first
thing to remember

is not to leave
fingerprints around.

Where homicide
is concerned,

one should be as
tidy as possible.

I think I have
just the thing.

One, two, three,
four, five.

Six.

I happen to have

over 400,000 of these.

The gentleman
who made them

was a production genius.

He just couldn't count.

Next, we have
a training film,

and I want you
latent criminals

to pay closest attention.

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Well, it is kind of
a pretty piece of glass.

I guess I bought it at
the right five and dime.

Don't joke about anything
so beautiful, Brad.

I've never seen
such a lovely stone.

I'm glad that
you like it.

Brad, I know I shouldn't
seem so burstingly eager,

but about the
date for the wedding.

Mom and Dad are waiting
in San Francisco,

-and I promised them--
-I know.

Well, there'll be
so much for them to do.

Friends and relatives
to notify and--

Well, 101 things
I won't even enumerate now.

And being here
in Los Angeles,

I can't help
them very much.

You said you wanted that
kind of a wedding, Brad.

I want whatever you want.

-Darling--
-Mmm-hmm.

Do you think we might
say within a month?

Or two months?

Well, what do you
say to three weeks?

Three weeks?

Mmm-hmm.

Oh, Brad!

You just give me
two or three days

to settle this real estate
thing with Harry Gavin,

and then you can tell
your parents for sure.

You know
I love you.

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But I can't
see you tonight.

I promised Harry I'd
drop by the office

no later than 8:30,

and I gotta get
out of here.

Do you mind?

Not as long as
it's Harry Gavin, dear,

and not that
lady novelist.

Now, you mustn't be
unkind about Leslie.

That is over
with, isn't it?

Yes, it's over
and out of season

like a five-cent phone call.

Or you might say last
year's Valentine's card.

Now, come on,
I've gotta go.

(door unlocking)

You upstairs, Les?

Yes, come on up.

You're late, I've
been waiting and waiting.

Come here.

What's the matter?

There's nothing the matter.

That's a stupid answer
if I ever heard one.

Come on, now; you've either
been out with another woman

or you need a
new brand of pills.

Which is it?

That's very funny.

How come you're
working so late?

Television script.

Has to be
delivered tomorrow.

Why television?

What about the book?

Money, darling.

Rapid money.

So I can continue
to afford you.

Oh, Brad, would you fix the
plug on this miserable lamp?

You're so clever
and I'm so helpless.

You do that, and
I'll fix us a drink, huh?

Oh, I don't want a drink.

You're such a bore when
you're not drinking.

You get that Sir Lancelot
look in your eye

and all I feel like
doing is kicking you

in the face for
your precious nobility.

You're very sweet.

Yes, I guess
I am, aren't I?

No one should know better
than you, darling.

Oh, you are so clever
at fixing things.

Oh, tell me about the
real estate business now.

Did you and your
companions just redesign

the whole
Pacific Coast today?

What if I
told you it was

a whole lot better
than you think?

What if I said there
was a real future in this,

and that for the
first time in my life,

I feel that I have,
sort of, found myself?

"Found yourself"?

You sound like a great,
big, lost collar button.

But go ahead,
enjoy your dream.

It's no dream.

All right,
all right.

That's exactly
what you said

when I financed your
sporting goods store.

Do you remember that?

Let's not quarrel, Brad.

I'm not really fond of you
for practical reasons, anyway.

Hey, I thought we'd go down
the beach tomorrow, huh?

For what?

For fun, of course.

I didn't think we'd
go down to dig clams.

Look!

I think we'd
better have

a pretty clear understanding
about ourselves.

I've put off talking about
it too long as it is.

Now, things
just can't go on

the way they've been
between you and me.

Pacific Glens is a--

It's a large-scale operation
with important people,

and it needs just a touch
of respectability about it.

Oh, well,
of course it does.

Yes.

I thought you'd
sneer at that.

The fact is
simple enough.

I want to
get married.

Mar--

Oh, Brad,
you astonish me.

Respectability actually
means that much to you?

Well, all right then.

I'll marry you.

That's not exactly
what I had in mind.

I intend to
marry somebody else.

You're joking, aren't--

That's silly, Brad.

You belong to me.

You're like a sink or a
stove or a clock on the wall!

You're bought
and paid for.

-I'm what?
-You heard what I said.

What do you
think I am?

I know what you are.

You're kind of a strutting,
empty-headed peacock

that happens to hold a
great attraction for me.

Don't ask me why,
I don't know.

I've asked myself
a dozen times

why I have to wear
you on my back.

The only albatross
in California

with 22 suits of clothes,

all bought and
paid for by me.

Oh, yes, and you're very
good at fixing light plugs.

You're so nice
to have around.

Easy, Zorro.

It's nice to
be so manly,

but let's not
corn it up, huh?

All right, Brad.

Tell me about her.

What's her name?

What difference
does it make?

Oh, it might make a
great deal of difference.

What does she look like?

She's very attractive.

And more important,
she's very nice.

Nice!

Oh, that's a great
adjective for you to use.

Is that all you
can say about her?

She's nice?

What would you
like me to say?

I want statistics.

Is she tall?

Does she have
a nice figure?

Yes, she's tall and
she has a nice figure.

Now, lay off.

You still haven't
told me her name, Brad.

What is there to hide?

With her there's
nothing to hide.

Her name is
Janice Wright.

I believe you met her
at the Ferguson place

one night in Pasadena.

She arrived that night
before you passed out.

Wright?

Tall girl,
rather insipid?

From one of those preferred,
sort of, eastern schools?

Oh, yes, I remember.

Really, Brad, you
think she can afford you?

What's that
supposed to mean?

Just what I said.

Can she buy you
clothes and things?

Will she be willing to
drive around in a little car

to keep you supplied
with a big one?

In my own case,
those things

never particularly
mattered much.

But a girl like
that, uh-uh,

she'll get tired
very quickly.

I mean, if things
were pinched,

there wasn't
any ready cash,

would she be
willing to give you

a big diamond
solitaire to hock?

By the way, Brad,

where is the ticket
for that ring?

I mean, maybe if I
dressed up more often

like the prize mare
on a merry-go-round,

I'd be more
appealing to you, huh?

Where's that
ticket, Brad?

I've got it at home.

I was gonna
give it back.

I wasn't just
gonna walk out.

Walk out, is that what
you said, walk out?

Look, Les,
I've had it--

Listen, I'm going
to do you a lasting favor,

to make sure that you
never marry that precious,

Vassar-wrapped bon-bon!

You think you
can stop me?

Oh, yes, yes, I
know I can, my friend.

Let's see, now, "W".

One of the advantages
of my profession,

it taught me to spell.

Wright, Janice,
on Sweetzer Drive.

I wasn't gonna call
her right now, dear.

Not now, or any other time.

I'm warning you.

Yes, Brad.

I don't want to say it,
I better get out of here.

You really wouldn't
call her, would you?

Listen, you've got to get it
through that popcorn brain

of yours that
I will do anything

that serves my purpose.

My purpose being to keep you
intact, for myself alone.

Just the way it's
been all these years.

Haven't you any
self-respect as a woman?

Haven't you any pride?

Pride, no, I don't
have the kind of pride

that you're talking about.

I'm not afraid of scenes.

And if you don't believe it,
you just try me.

Just try me.

There'll be phone
calls, letters,

shrieking matches that will
raise the hair on her head

like a three-dollar wig!

I'll follow
you everywhere,

and if by the
end of a week

she hasn't
thrown you over,

you'll both have
a nervous collapse.

Now, do you understand?

Do you?

Yeah.

Yeah, I understand.

Right.

Things like this
are bound to pass.

You just had a nervous rash of
respectability, that's all.

I have everything
that you want and need.

Means to support us,

a pressure-cooker
kind of yen for you.

Now, this will last, Brad.

The other won't.

Believe me.

That's better.

Now, go on and
get out of here.

I've only got about
two pages left on this.

Go on.

Oh, Brad, would you
do me one more favor?

Would you put my
car in the garage?

I parked on the street
and I'll get a ticket.

Oh, I--

I'll leave the
key in the car.

I don't wanna traipse up
here with it, all right?

All right.

Just so long as you
call me when you get home.

Love late
phone calls.

I'll call.

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(phone rings)

Hello.

Hi.

Naturally,
you're a liar.

Love my foot.

But it's nice to hear
you say it anyway.

I couldn't
move your car.

There's something
wrong with the ignition.

No, it's not
the battery.

What I thought
I'd do is tomorrow

I'll take it
over to Stanton's

and leave it there for
a complete check-up.

Well, if you have to
go out to the Valley,

why don't you take a cab

and I'll pick you up
in front of the studio?

Six o'clock.

Good.

Then we'll go on down to
the beach from there, huh?

That's a good idea.

A drive to the beach might be
the best thing for both of us.

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Six o'clock.

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(car horn beeps)

-Hi!
-Am I late?

Only half an hour.

Where did you
get this car?

Oh, I decided to have some
work done on my car, too,

and this is the
one they loaned me.

Just a little
dividend for waiting.

Oh, it's going to
be a beautiful night.

Brad?

Yeah, I'll be
right there.

Bring some towels
when you come.

I have the robes.

All right.

Let's see now.

We need cigarettes,
lighter--

Oh, here's your
junior-sized cavalry saber

that you left
behind last night.

I meant to give
it to you before.

What made you
think of that?

I don't know, I
thought you might wanna

spear a fish or something.

Not tonight.

Here you are.

Brad?

Brad?

Oh, you scared me.

Where were you?

Yeah, I'm sure.

You've always been
the timid type.

Oh, Brad, this
is so much better.

The two of us
together, alone,

just the way
it's always been.

Kiss me.

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We left the door
open, Mr. Taylor,

after your
superintendent let us in.

You are Bradley Taylor?

That's right.

We're detectives, Mr.Taylor.

My name is Breslin.

This is Sergeant Langley.

So?

What could that possibly
have to do with me?

We don't
know for sure.

But we'd certainly
like to find out.

You know, your lady
friend's been murdered.

Murdered?

That's right,
murdered.

And real good, too,
the full treatment.

I think I'd
better sit down.

Oh, come on, now, that
isn't necessary, is it?

Well, a lot of
things become necessary

when a murder's been
committed, Mr. Taylor.

I'm sorry if you feel
that we're the pushy type.

Where were you
this afternoon?

I was out checking some
real estate properties

and some listings.

I was out east of Altadena
and then in the Valley,

west of Northridge.

You can check my secretary,
if you don't believe me.

We did.

She told us you probably
would be traveling around.

Did you go to
the beach today?

Was that one
of your trips?

I've had those things in my
car for more than a week.

I haven't set foot
on the beach today!

All right.

I can tell you
this, Mr. Taylor,

you'd probably be
a lot better off

if you had set foot
on the beach today.

Search him,
will you, George?

Now, look, I'm no
boob that you can--

(whistles)

Charlie, will you look
at that pig-sticker?

Mister, how
stupid can you get?

All right,
that's my knife.

I have it with
me all the time.

What about it?

It was washed not long ago in
some kind of cleaning fluid,

and a pretty sloppy job
at cleaning it was, too.

Look, there's still three
strands of hair stuck to it.

And the lab is
going to show us

some more things, besides.

You know something,
Mr. Taylor?

You're putting on
the best act I've seen

in the last 15 years
in Hollywood.

Your lady friend was
stabbed seven times

with a knife
exactly like that.

Leslie was stabbed?

Leslie?

I don't believe I
mentioned the name Leslie.

I'm talking about the girl you
had dinner with last night,

Janice Wright, she was
stabbed and murdered today.

She was killed
with that knife.

Now, why don't
you come down

off of that
dream boat of yours

and give us all
the details.

You must be
mistake--

Janice?

That is--

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That is impossible.

I'll give you the raw statistics
once again, Mr. Taylor.

Janice Wright, age 26,

and I'm quoting now from
her driver's license.

5'8", brunette, brown eyes.

Oh, come on off
it, Mr. Taylor.

You know these
facts and figures

a lot better
than we do.

But don't you
understand?

I couldn't
have killed her.

All right, I
lied to you today,

I was at the--

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Janice.

We didn't invent the
girl's name, Mr. Taylor.

Who else did
you have in mind?

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Our training film
has brought up

another problem
for you criminals,

arch and otherwise.

"Vampire.

Are you bothered by
unsightly blood stains?

Are telltale stains
hurting your social life

and making the
police suspicious?

Why not try Vampire?"

Well.

While I continue my efforts,

why don't you listen
to this news report

on a more
reliable product,

after which I
will naturally

and inevitably
return to you?

On reading the label,

I discovered that
actually Vampire

does not claim to
remove blood stains,

it merely changes them
into gravy stains.

They are more
socially acceptable.

Next week, we shall be
back with another story

and some shoplifting hints.

If you desire
any of the items

we have demonstrated tonight,

simply rip off the
top of your cell block

and send it in.

Good night.