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Good
evening.

I can tell by the rude
noises you are making

that you are impatient to
see our film.

However there
will be a slight
delay.

Is there a barber in
the house?

If there is, will he
please report to the
projection booth?

Our projectionist seems to
have caught his moustache
in a sprocket.

Of course, it could have
been worse.

The popcorn machine
might have broken
down.

As you know our theatre
spares no expense

to make you
television addicts
feel at home.

Our movies are the
oldest that money can
buy.

And tonight as a
special attraction

we shall present some
television commercials.

I knew you'd like
that.

They will be
injected at various
points during our
picture

to keep you from getting
too engrossed in the
story.

I understand they
are very good at
relieving tensions

and furnishing comic
relief.

And now, if you will quiet
down, we shall begin our
program.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON
RADIO)

MAN ON RADIO: We are
bringing you the

music of Ronnie Temple
and his orchestra

directly from the
ballroom of the Langdon
Hotel in Bywater.

Ronnie and the boys will
now play a little
foxtrot for you.

(HORN
BLOWING)

Hello there! Having a
spot of trouble?

Sorry to disturb you but
you'll have to pull over.

I can't get
past.

Well!

(MUSIC
STOPS)

(MUSIC
PLAYING)

Where's Arthur?
Hasn't he arrived
yet?

No, he hasn't, and you
know I have to be home by
11:00.

Well, I've done all I
can. I rang 40 minutes
ago

and he said he was
coming straight here by
the short cut.

Hello,
Phyllis. You
still here?

I thought your husband
had rescued you by
now.

No, we haven't even seen
Arthur.

My sister will
catch it from
Dad

if she's not home
in 20 minutes.

That's no problem.
I can drive you
home

myself if you'd
like. How about
that?

Thanks, Jack. Oh, but
what about Arthur?

Look, I can tell the doorman
I've taken you home, shall
I?

Okay, that's fine by
me.

How about you,
Aileen?

All
right.

Fine. If only you two
would get your coats,
I'll bring the car
around.

Fine, thanks. Come
on.

Made off with my
drink, Charlie?

No, sir. I saved it for
you.

Thanks. If you think I don't
need it,

you try getting
out on that floor
for three in a
row.

Me? I'm a wreck
just listening to
it night after
night.

Thank you,
sir.

Arthur!
Arthur!

Arthur isn't home
yet.

You did leave word for
him?

I said I would, didn't
I?

Come, I'll wait with
you.

There isn't a thing to
worry about.

I can't imagine what's
happened to Arthur.

I told you not to
worry about it.

But I am
worried.

He might have had an
accident or something,
or gone into the ditch.

He might even
have had a heart
attack

and at his age it
could be fatal.

It doesn't matter
whether it's an accident
or a heart attack

as long as it is
fatal, does it?

Oh, what a
ghastly thing to
say.

What's so ghastly about
it?

How many times have
you said yourself

it would be an act of mercy
to put him out of his
misery.

I may have said
it.

What do you mean, may
have?

Well, I didn't mean
it.

Wanting your own husband
dead. It's wicked.

Now wait a minute. You can't
back out of it now.

How many times have you
said that he was old and
decrepit and jealous,

and if only he'd
curl up and die we'd
have our chance?

But you couldn't have
thought I was serious!

Of course I
thought you were
serious!

I thought you wanted
him out of the way.
That's why I killed
him.

That's why you
what?

That's why I killed
him.

Oh, no.
Now,
Phyl.

No! Phyl, stop it. Get
a grip of yourself!

I only did what you
wanted!

I didn't want him
dead.

It's too late. He is
dead.

Don't you
understand? Now,
Phyl, listen.

Now, the police will come
at any moment. They may be
here any minute.

You've got to keep your
head!

Phyl, sweetheart,
listen, you've got to
know what to say.

If the police come now
we'll both be in the
dock.

Me? But I didn't do
anything.

But you did. Don't
you remember?

You telephoned him and
you told him to come
and pick you up,

and to take the short
cut.

That makes you an
accessory, Phyl. An
accessory.

And it won't do
you any good to
say

you didn't know
what was going to
happen.

If I'm arrested, Phyl,
you will be arrested
too.

Me? Me
arrested?

Now, darling, you know
why I did this.

So that we could be
together.

You were unhappy with
Arthur, you know you were.

And I couldn't stand
that.

I love you,
darling.

There isn't anything
in the world

I wouldn't do
to make you
happy.

Poor Jack. Oh, you
did mean well.

Oh, and you did it for my
sake.

I can't very well hate
you for it, can I?

Well, I hoped you
won't.

But it was
wrong, terribly
wrong.

(SIGHING)

Poor Jack, I can't let
you go to prison, can I?

Don't worry. When the
police come I'll tell them
everything...

Just the truth,
darling.

Just tell them
everything exactly as it
happened.

Yes.

Except, of course,
that I killed
Arthur.

If you try to lie to them
they're sure to find out,
they always do,

and they'll be
suspicious.

Now, look, I've taken care of
everything.

All you have to do is
to tell them the
truth

and stick to
it. You
understand?

Yes, Jack.
I'll do
exactly as you
tell me.

That's my
girl.

Jack, where...
Is he in the
car?

No.

And you must
keep your mind
off it

till you hear
about it from the
police.

All
right.

But you did see my
crocodile dressing
case in the car,
didn't you?

Arthur was bringing
it back from the
shop

where he had
taken it to be
repaired.

Yes, it's there on the
seat. And that purple
scarf, too.

Well, I wish you'd
brought it with
you.

Didn't occur
to me at the
time.

(VEHICLE
APPROACHING)

Listen.

I think it's the
police. Now this is it.

Do you think you
can bring it
off?

Yes. Yes I have
to, for your sake.

(DOORBELL
RINGING)

Oh, good
evening.

Mrs. Arthur
Chaundry?

Yes, I'm... Is there
something wrong?

Well, I'm Superintendent
Karsiak, Mrs. Chaundry,

and this is Sergeant
Rason. How do you do?

Would you mind if we came
in for a moment?

No, no, of course
not. Please come in.

But if there's
something wrong, I
wish you'd tell me.

I know it's late,
Mrs. Chaundry, but
we'll

make this as brief
as possible for
you.

Yes, of course.
This way
please.

Oh, this is an old
friend of ours,

Mr. Lyons.
Superintendent
Karsiak.

Good evening,
sir. Good
evening.

Mrs. Chaundry, does your
husband own a sedan, license
number...

HAC-4745,
sir.

Yes. Yes, that's our
car. What's happened?

(STAMMERING) Has there
been an accident? Is
Arthur all right?

No. I'm sorry to be the
bearer of bad news, Mrs.
Chaundry,

but your husband is
dead.

Oh, Arthur. Oh,
Jack!

I'm so
sorry. Oh,
Jack.

(SOBBING) I'm so sorry.
Here, take the
handkerchief.

What
happened?

He was attacked on
a deserted road
leading to
Bywater.

You wouldn't
happen to know
what he was

doing there, Mrs.
Chaundry, would
you?

Yes. Yes, he was coming to
get me from the Langdon.

I'd gone there to a
dance with my sister.

Mr.
Lyons?

Oh, I'd like to explain
that, Superintendent.

Mrs. Chaundry rented
a car from me.
Lyons' Garage.

As I was going to the
Langdon myself tonight,

I said I'd drive her
instead of one of my
staff.

Well, when we arrived
there Mrs. Chaundry was
naturally

a little upset in case I was
mistaken for her escort.

I must say it had
never occurred to
me.

But I saw it might upset
her, so I suggested

that she telephone
her husband.

Oh, yes. But what we
don't quite
understand

is why was he coming by
way of the lane instead
of the main road.

That's because he
wasn't coming from
here.

He was at the
Greenfellows' Club,
he's the treasurer.

(PHYLLIS
SOBBING)

Oh. Then it's possible he
was carrying considerable
cash?

PHYLLIS: Oh,
yes.

Your husband's wallet
appears to be
missing.

Was anything else
stolen?

What?

My crocodile dressing case,
it was in the car, wasn't
it?

Why, what makes you think
so, Mrs. Chaundry?

Oh, but it must have
been,

because my husband told
me on the telephone

he was bringing it
back from Borota's in
Regent Street.

He'd taken it there
to be repaired.

There was a scratch on
the leather.

A crocodile dressing
case with real gold
fittings.

We found nothing in the
car except a purple scarf.

Well, then it's been
stolen. You must get it
back for me,
Superintendent,

because it cost
£200.

Well, the Sergeant will
get a full description of
it from you tomorrow

and we'll try and
get it back for
you, Mrs. Chaundry.

Also find out who
killed your
husband.

Oh,
Arthur!

(SOBBING)

Oh, the Coroner will
inform you of the time of
the inquest.

Good night, Mrs.
Chaundry. Good night, Mr.
Lyons.

You said it was in the
car. What did you do with
it?

I left it there,
just as I told
you.

All I took was his
wallet. I threw that

in the ditch and
I burned the
money.

Then what's happened to
it?

I wish I
knew.

I wish I
knew.

JACK: The Coroner's jury
today returned a verdict of
murder

by person or persons
unknown in the death of Mr.
Arthur Chaundry.

(PHONE
RINGING)

Hello?

Hello, Phyllis.
What's the
matter?

That's what I
called to ask
you.

You paid absolutely no
attention

whatsoever to me
at the inquest
today.

And why didn't
you see me
home?

Darling, I couldn't.
It would have
started all sorts of
scandal.

Well, if I can't see you
here, where can I see you?

We can't meet
anywhere. Not until
it's safe.

And it isn't a good
idea to phone me
either.

Phyllis...

Why, Jack Lyons! What a
surprise seeing you.

I had no idea
you were in
town.

Oh, Aileen, you
remember Jack Lyons,
don't you?

How do you
do.

Hello.

Imagine seeing
you.

We just came to
town to do some
shopping

and I remembered that
someone had recommended this
restaurant

and, well, here we
are.

Won't you sit
down?

No, thank you, we just
stopped in for tea.

Phyllis.

I might just sit
down just for a
moment.

What a nice
coincidence.

It's not a
coincidence and you
know it.

You're going to ruin
everything if you're
not careful.

Oh,
relax.

Nobody knows us
here except
Aileen

and she thinks
it was an
accident.

How soon can we be
married?

Well, as soon as it's
safe. People usually wait
a year.

Oh, Jack, a year! I'd go
mad if I had to live in
that house on my own.

You don't have to stay
there.

You've got plenty of
money.

Why don't you take a
holiday, go to Torquay?

Torquay?

Darling, I'm only
thinking what's best for
you.

Oh, all right.
I'll go to
Torquay.

But you'll write to
me every day, won't
you?

I won't write to you at
all and you won't write to
me either.

The police would
only have to get
hold

of just one
letter and we'd
be sunk.

(SIGHING) Oh, the police.
They haven't done a
thing.

I had my solicitor write
them a letter the other day.

You did
what?

Well, they haven't
found my dressing
case.

I don't think
they're even
trying.

Phyl, for heaven's sake,
drop it. What are you
trying to do?

Give them a chance
to forget about
it.

Now you're angry with
me.

No, I'm not.
Honestly, I'm
not.

Only, you scare me.
You're like a
child.

The sooner we get
married the safer we'll
be.

Phyl?
Phyllis?

Yes.

Will you get me a cup
of tea, darling?

Oh, how much longer are
you going to be on those
old books?

I've got to see
if they balance
out.

Couldn't you do them
another time? I want
to go dancing.

With the auditors
coming? They don't take
excuses, you know.

Oh, that's
silly. It's your
garage.

If they don't like
the way you...

Look, Phyl, let me handle
the business. You've got
no head for it.

But I bought a new
dress and I want to
wear it.

I thought you went to a
matinee with your sister.

We
did.

And I went shopping and I
went to Scotland Yard.

Well, then you must
be...

You went
where?

Scotland
Yard.

What in heaven's
name did you do that
for?

Well, I went to see if they
got my dressing case.

Superintendent Karsiak
hasn't done a thing about
it.

Now, Phyl, will you
forget about that blasted
dressing case?

If you keep nagging about
it you'll upset everything.

Jack!

Just 'cause Karsiak
never found out who
did

Arthur in, don't think
he's forgotten about
it.

And if you bring Scotland
Yard into this, we'll never
be safe.

But you know how much
that dressing case means
to me.

Then buy yourself
one. You've got
plenty of money now.

I don't want another one, I
want the one Arthur gave me!

Phyl, I swear I don't
understand you!

You were fed up with
Arthur,

all you talked about
was getting rid of
him,

and now that he's gone you
go all soft and sentimental
about him.

Oh, you don't
understand.

There was a time when we were
first married, Arthur was
very devoted to me.

He was very kind and
very considerate.

That's when he gave
me the dressing
case.

It's only natural
that I should be
sentimental about
it.

Now listen to me, my girl.
I'm giving you fair
warning.

You forget about that
dressing case or we'll
both regret it!

What a thing to
say, certainly not.

I think you're
positively
wicked.

Oh, I didn't say
never. Oh, you never
can tell.

Oh, I've got to go now. Yes,
I've got to say goodbye.

Goodbye,
Wilfy.

Who were you talking
to?

Wilfy.
Who's
he?

Oh, you know who Wilfy
is.

I met him when
I was in
Torquay.

Darling, I'm sorry about
last night.

I shouldn't have
lost my temper like
that.

Jack, darling, that's all
right.

I knew you
didn't want to
hurt me.

I'm not angry with
you. Really, I'm not.

It's just that I
forget sometimes
that

certain things are
important to
women.

Well, I have to learn to
accept you as you really
are.

Anyway, I went up to Regent
Street today and look.

Oh, Jack,
darling!

Oh, it's a dressing
case just like my other
one.

You know how I
adore
crocodile...

Oh, it isn't
crocodile.

No it isn't, but I got
it at Borota's.

And it cost a
fortune.

It isn't the
same.

Well, I didn't want
anything to remind us
of...

Remind us of
what?

Maybe you can
forget about
Arthur

but I can't and
nor can the
police.

I won't have the word
crocodile mentioned again in
this house.

And if you don't like
it

you can take it
back to the
shop

or give it to your
sister or throw it
away!

Don't you speak
to me like
that. I won't
have it.

You're not the only
man in the world, you
know.

There are plenty of
other people that could
be nice to me.

People have been
nice to you all your
life.

Your father spoiled you,
and so did Arthur and
I've had a year of it.

And if you think your
friend Wilfy can do any
better for you,

you'd better go to
him.

He certainly could, he
could do a lot better.

He wants me to tour
the continent with
him.

Oh, he does, does
he? Yes.

Well, as far as I'm
concerned the sooner you get
started, the better!

(DOORBELL
RINGING)

Come
in!

Whoever you
are.

Good evening, Mr.
Lyons. I do apologize
for calling so late.

Who says it's so late? I
don't say it's so late.

I would like a word with
your wife, if I may.

In that case it is too
late.

Oh, well, if she's
retired...

She has retired, retreated,
fallen back, all the way to
the continent.

Dunkirk in
reverse.

(CHUCKLING)

Dunkirk in
reverse!

Well, perhaps
it's just as
well.

I'm gonna be honest
with you, Mr.
Lyons.

Your wife's been giving us
a lot of trouble.

Seems she went
to Scotland
Yard

about that dressing
case of hers,

you know, the one that
disappeared at the time
of the murder.

(SIGHING)

Oh, it's bad enough
having an unsolved murder
on your hands.

Now we've got the Yard
looking over our
shoulders.

You won't have any more
trouble because she isn't
coming back.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear
that.

Just when it looks as
if we may have found
her dressing case.

You found
it? Uh-huh.

No credit to us.
Though I will say
we worked hard.

We had a bit of
luck.

You know, one of those
freak things there's no
accounting for.

Seems as if a truck, a
six-ton truck, Mr. Lyons,

backs into a cottage
in Wiltshire,

and in the
debris is a
chest full of
stolen goods.

Well, I suppose you got to
give the Wiltshire police
credit

for being on their
toes.

If you can find the
thief...

Oh, we've got him. A
tramp named Dan Mintz.

He swears he was in
Scotland at the time of the
murder,

but we've got reason
to believe he was
not only here,

he was
employed as a
car washer in
your garage.

Was
he?

What was his name
again? Mintz?

Mintz, Mintz,
Mintz...

I don't remember
anybody with that name.

Well, they come and go
at the garage, you
know.

Perhaps if you saw him
you could identify
him.

That's all we'll
need

considering his past
record to put him right
where he belongs.

You mean that'll be
enough to prove that he
murdered Chaundry?

That and the dressing
case.

Just give me a second to
wash my face and I'll come
along with you.

Well, what do you say,
Mr. Lyons?

Yes, that's him all
right. He did some day
work for me last summer.

Any of the boys at the
garage will bear me out.

All right, all
right! I worked for
him.

But I never so much
as pinched a
spanner.

That's all. Take him
away.

Come along,
Mintz. No, let me
go!

It wasn't me. I tell
you I never even had a
pint of bitter.

MAN: Come
along.

Comes a bit hard, eh,
Mr. Lyons?

Well, it does, you
know. Sending a man to
prison.

Oh, it's old stuff to
Mintz. He spent half his
life behind bars.

Well now, we've
established his
presence.

If this is your
wife's dressing
case,

we'll have the whole thing
buttoned up.

No, that's not
it.

It isn't? But are you
sure?

Of course I'm
sure.

No, she had her initials
"P.C." cut in the side.

Now look here, Mrs.
Chaundry, as she was
then,

gave the sergeant a
detailed description

and there was no mention
about any initials.

She must have
forgotten, she usually

does forget the most
important thing.

No, her case had the initials
"P.C." Phyllis Chaundry.
Right there.

Like
this?

Yes, yes. That's the
one. What's all this
about?

Sorry, sir, but your memory
could have played you
tricks, you know,

and we're
dealing with
murder here.

Yes, of
course.

Had to be quite
sure you knew about
those

initials which your
wife forgot to
remember.

You see, Mr.
Lyons, she didn't
know they were
there.

That's absurd. I mean,
it's her case, isn't
it?

It
is.

Then what's
all the fuss
about?

Because you couldn't
have known those
initials were there

unless you'd seen the
case in Chaundry's car.

That's absurd. I've
been at the house

many times, I've often
seen the case.

Possibly, but not with
the initials "P.C."

You see, the shop
only put them on
there

to cover up a tear in
the leather,

the same day Chaundry
picked up the case to take
home to his wife.

So, you see, it wasn't
possible for you to have
seen those initials

at any other time
or any other
place.

And now for the
information of you
youngsters

who were slashing the
upholstery and tearing
out the seats

during the
denouement.

I would like to tidy up one
of the story's loose ends,

Phyllis
Chaundry.

She was
arrested as an
accessory

and she and her husband
Jack

both went to
prison.

An inspiring example of
togetherness.

And now as a means of
clearing the theatre without
calling the police

here is another commercial
from the land of
television

after which I shall roll
back.

I'm sure you will be
interested in
knowing

that the soundtrack of
the three commercial
scenes tonight

are available in the
album

Music To Cook Three
Minute Eggs By.

The album is available
in all speeds

including
reverse.

As well as in
fi,

both high and
low.

Next week we shall have a
completely new attraction

as well as new
seats and fresh
popcorn.

Good
night.