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Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome to
Alfred Hitchcock Presents.

After many years
on television,

I’ve just learned that we
open our show incorrectly.

These days good form
demands that you begin

with a provocative
and exciting scene,

designed to enchant
and entice the viewer.

This scene is called
the teaser.

Always eager to embrace
new ideas after others
have thought of them,

we present tonight’s teaser.

The time, 1878.

The place,
Tombstone, Arizona.

What’s a pretty school
teacher like you doing
in a place like this?

[action scene music starts]

[gunshot]

-[gunshot]
-[glass breaks]

[click]

[glass shattering]

[action scene music ends]

After seeing that, I’m sure

you won’t want
to miss our story,

which takes place
entirely in New York City

in the year 1916.

[choir singing
Christmas carols]

Where’s the boss?

Mr. Fine is taking his bath.

His what?

Youse heard me.

Tell the boss Healy,
the black-jack dealer
can’t come in tonight.

He cut his fingers
and won’t be able
to handle the cards.

Was that Otto?

Oh, yes, it was, Mr. Fine.

He says to tell you

that Healy can’t be
in tonight.

He cut his fingers,

says he won’t be able
to deal.

Was it a bad cut?

Otto didn’t say, Mr. Fine.

Well, that’s not much
of a problem.

I can always borrow
a dealer from Mazzotti.

That’s too bad about Healy.

I hope it’s not serious.

Oh, by the way, John.

Do you recall
Sweet Remorse?

That was that filly
that we saw

running last summer
at Aqueduct.

Oh, yes, Mr. Fine, I do.

She had great spirit
all of the way.

Well, she ran yesterday
at New Orleans,

and I...

happen to remember
to put down a bet for you.

You don’t mean
to say she won?

Oh, she won easily.

Won by three lengths.

You’ll find an envelope
in the top drawer.

[chuckles] Mr. Fine,
what can I say?

You don’t say anything, John.

-[people talking]
-Good evening, sir.

Good evening, Mr. Fine.

[croupier] Coming out.

Two aces, bet, you lose.

Five hundred says
I’m right this time.

Well, it’s your money,
Mr. Combs, and...

we always welcome
this kind of action.

Well, if you always
welcome it, why bother
talking about it?

[croupier] Nine.
Nine is your number.

Going for nine, sir.

Just thought
I might suggest

that perhaps
it’s a little early
in the evening

for you to be crowding
your luck,

particularly the way things
have been going recently.

I thank you
for your concern,

but my money’s as good
as anyone else’s, isn’t it?

[dice rolling]

[croupier]
An easy ten.
Your point to nine, sir.

Yes, it is.
It’s every bit as good.

And you seem
to have more of it.

Cover his bets, Tom.

Give the young man
all the action he wants.

Yes, sir, Mr. Fine.

Seven, you lose.

Coming out now.
Next shooting, next roller.
Coming out.

[Combs] Another 500
says the dice are wrong.

[croupier calling numbers]

Thank you, Frank.

Think I’ll need this one.

[croupier calling numbers]

This kid shoots craps like
he’s the First National Bank,
don’t he, Mr. Fine?

That’s the trouble, Frank.

He’s too rich
and he’s too excitable.

I wish he’d take his
business someplace else.

This lad’s old man,

is this the same
Avery Haggard Combs

with the railroads
and the steamship line?

That’s right.

And if the father knew
the way the boy

was throwing
the money around,

not only here, but
at Dunphy’s and Mazzotti’s...

I guarantee you there’d be
a grand jury investigation.

[croupier calling numbers]

Don’t you ever get any rest?

The wicked never rest.

No, John, I’m serious.

You never get to bed
before me,

and you’re always up
ahead of me.

Don’t you find it dull?

Dull?

Yes, I mean,
pressing my pants

and taking care
of my shirts and...

arranging your time
every day

to suit my convenience?

Don’t you ever get
sick of it?

Oh, no, Mr. Fine,

that’s part of the job.

You didn’t pick me
off of no pick bed o’ roses
when you hired me.

They say that no man’s
a hero to his valet,

but, believe me,
I can understand that.

You see us pretty much
the way we are,

with the ribbon
off the package.

Tired...

uncertain...

let’s face it, John,

much of the time, afraid.

"The family of the late
James Francis Finnerty

gratefully acknowledges
your kind expression
of sympathy on--"

That was for
a hundred dollars
worth of flowers.

I suppose people thought
it was strange

I didn’t go to the wake
or the funeral.

Did you think it was funny?

Oh, no, Mr. Fine.

Well, that’s because
you know the truth
about me, John.

You know I have trouble
facing a healthy flower,

much less go to a funeral.

John?

John, I’m so afraid
of death that...

my heart turns over
like a clump of sod

whenever I see a team
of horses dragging a hearse.

Oh, that’s nothing, Mr. Fine.

It’s just one
of them things.

Different people scared
of different things.

With me, is lobsters.

I see.

John, you’re all right.

-[knock]
-Thank you, anyhow.

I’d never break in on you
like this, Mr. Fine,

but I thought you ought
to know about young Combs.

What is it, Hubert?

He just blew his brains out.

In the subway, about a block
and a half from here.

I’d like to tell you
something, Meyer.

And the offer holds
for your two bright
friends here.

I’ll eat this cue ball
like a hard-boiled egg...

if there’s been two games
of pool played here
in the last five years.

It’s nice to have
you all together

with Christmas
only four days away.

Sort of a pity
we couldn’t have had
the Dutchman here

to play Saint Nicholas.

[Lieutenant]
How about that, Mazzotti?

I’ll tell him
what he missed, lieutenant.

I’m sure
he’ll feel real bad.

You can also tell him for me
that these "private clubs"

you fellows have
been running

for "restricted membership"

will soon be a thing
of the past.

You told us that
two years ago, lieutenant.

Well, this isn’t
two years ago.

It’s now.

Young Combs was seen
coming out of here

not more than five minutes

before he walked
into the subway

and put a gun to his head.

He wasn’t here
for "the pool

and the light conversation,"
as you put it.

Any more than
he’s been going
to your place, Mazzotti...

or to your joint, Dunphy...

for "the watercress
sandwiches and
the parcheesi."

Now, what have you got
against parcheesi,
lieutenant?

It’s played
in all the better homes.

Shut up.

Young Combs’ bank account
shows that he went

through a quarter
of a million dollars
in eleven months.

-What about it, lieutenant?
-This about it.

You three have been
pluckin’ the wrong bird.

Old man Combs has
a million dollars

for every skull
you ever cracked, Mazzotti,

and I can tell you
that’s been a lot.

He’ll see the three
of you in jail

if he has to turn
this city upside down.

Well, now I’ve seen
everything.

A butler, no less.

The last time
I saw this pigeon,

he was flying east
on 43rd Street

with somebody’s watch
and chain.

You care for cream and sugar
with youse coffee,
lieutenant?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, three lumps.

Just a little cream...

and stir it very carefully.

And when you’re finished
with it,

you can pour it in your ear.

[door opens and closes]

-[dice rolling]
-[croupier calling numbers]

Good evening, Mr. Darrow.

Mr. Drury, try and leave
enough for the rent.

Thank you, Mr. Dunphy.

-Where’s Mazzotti?
-Who knows?

Mazzotti’s a big boy, now.
If he felt like coming here,

I guess he’d have found
his way.

Well, I’ll say this much
for you, Meyer.

You get a much classier
trade than either
Mazzotti or me.

Yeah, I can see why you
wanna keep the place open.

Like over there,
for instance.

Drury, the lumber king.

Darrow, the Wall Street man.

They wouldn’t even come
into my joint.

But, well, then again
I guess I just ain’t got

that, uh, elegant touch
like you. Huh, Meyer?

Did you ever think
of what it might be like

if you got raided, Meyer?

What the newspapers
could do with names
like these?

[no audible dialogue]

You-- You know everybody
here, don’t you?

It’s my business
to know them.

At least I thought
I knew them all.

Hubert.

The young fellow at the bar
with the package, who is he?

How did he get in?

He said his name
was Johnson.

He’s got a courtesy card
from Murphy’s place.

It’s initialed and filled out
by Murphy in the usual way.

All right, then.
Except that...

this isn’t exactly
a usual time.

Otto?

The young fellow at the bar,

did you ever see him when you
were working at Murphy’s?

Yeah, I seen him, yeah.

Pretty sure I seen
him before.

All right, then. Forget it.

Oh, but Hubert,

in the future,
whenever there’s any doubt,
you’ll check with me first.

Yes, sir.

Another, sir?

No, thanks. It’s just
about time to go.

[croupier]
Clean out the main shooter.
Nine is the winning number.

Mr. Faraday.

That fellow
with the package,

I’ve seen him before,
but I don’t think
it was at Murphy’s.

Winner, nine, pay the line.

Stop him. Get him!

Otto.

Go after him. Whoever it is,
take care of him.

I want that film destroyed.

[Otto] Hey, you!

[gunshots]

Well, I--

I suppose when you really
think about it, it’s--

well, it’s just one
of those things.

You take the bad breaks
with the good, right, Joe?

Now, look.

Don’t get me wrong,
I don’t mean to deny

that this doesn’t point out
something

that all three of us have
known for a great
many years,

that if you’re gonna do
a job like this right,
you have to do it yourself.

And I certainly don’t mean
to deny that it’s a bad
situation. It is.

It’s very bad,
but it can’t be changed.

Otto lost his head.

He found out
the fellow was
from a detective agency,

and he lost his head.
He was never very bright.

But I didn’t say
"Kill the man."

Why, you were there, Joe.

You heard what I said.

I said I wanted
the film destroyed,
and that’s all I said.

You were dandy, Meyer.

You handled it fine.

Real fine.

Now, look.

This goes for both of you.

We’re all three of us
in this thing together.

Now, let’s keep that
absolutely straight.

And if you wanna
check the facts...

we’ll get Otto
in here right now.

That won’t be too easy.

Otto died an hour ago.

Accidentally, from bullets.

The cops never got around
to talking to Otto.

It was like you said...

just one of those things.

[Mazzotti]
You look sick, Meyer.

Awful sick.

But you’ve got to remember
one thing.

Otto made a big mistake.

There was no need
for murder, as you say.

No need to give
old man Combs
and the grand jury

the kind of help
they’ve been waiting for.

Come on.

Otto’s dead? Just like that?

You tell me that,
and then you walk out?

Sorry, Meyer.

There’s a meeting
at the Dutchman’s.

We don’t have
any extra time.

[Meyer] A meeting?
Wait a minute!

Nobody told me
about any meeting.

Dutchman didn’t say
anything to me
about a meeting.

He didn’t?

They’re making up
their minds about me.

Never been left out
of a meeting before, never.

Well, maybe
it don’t mean nothin’.

No, no, no.

No, maybe they’ve already
made up their minds.

I-I could see it, I--

I saw something
in Mazzotti’s face.

That’s why I wasn’t invited.

I’ve never been left out
of a meeting, never.

It might just be a mistake.

Dutchman doesn’t make
mistakes.

I have to call them.

After all, he’s heard
their side of it.

There’s no reason
why he shouldn’t hear mine.

You try, why not?

[operator] Number, please?

What number are you calling?

Plaza, three, six, eight.
Please.

[man] Yeah?

Hello, Dutch, it’s Meyer.

Listen, Dutch,
I just saw the boys.

Frank and Joe dropped in,
you know?

And...

Listen, there’s been a very
serious misunderstanding,

and I have to talk
to you about it.

Dutch, you-you listening?

Do we have
a good connection?

[hangs up]

I have to go see him.

After all,
I’ve known the man

a great many years,
we’ve been very close.

He’s heard their side of it.

There’s no reason
why he shouldn’t hear mine.

That makes sense.
Doesn’t it, John?

[John] I’ll get your coat
and hat, Mr. Fine.

[gunshots]

I know it hurts, Mr. Fine,

but it’s not much more
than a singe.

The overcoat helped.

Is a lucky thing
he wasn’t a better shot.

Lucky?

I’d have been better off
if he hadn’t missed.

John?

John, I want
to beg the Dutchman
on my hands and knees.

Like Little Eva...

without the pride of a cat.

It was one
of the Dutchman’s boys
that fired the shots.

[horse’s hoofs
on the paving]

What is it?

What do you see?

Oh, it’s nothing, Mr. Fine.

Just some guy gettin’ out
of a hack.

I seen him before.

He’s going into his house.

Nothing else?

No.

No, nothing else.

[hoofbeats resume]

Now the hack’s movin’ away.

Like I said, Mr. Fine,

I got your bag all packed.
We can get out of here.

No, John-- John.

John, please.

I’ll never get out of here.

They’ll see to that.

Now, look.

I know a nice little place
in Jersey.

A friend of mine hid
out there for over a year.

What? No.
Jersey, no.

John, this apartment,
Jersey, it doesn’t make
any difference.

I-I can’t get away
from them.

But at least you might have
a chance if you try
to break out.

No.

I can never let them see
how frightened I am.

I couldn’t stand that.

I’ll get your bag.

[door opens and closes]

[door opens]

Tried to fool myself, John.

I thought I could beat them
to the punch, but...

I don’t have the courage.

John?

Don’t leave me.

Stay with me.

You’re the only friend
I have.

You’re the only one.

John...

John, I...

[sobs] I don’t have it.

I don’t have the courage.

Help me.

Help--

Help me, John, please.

Please.

[sobbing] Please, help me.

[gunshot]

[operator] Number, please?

Give me the police.

[Lieutenant]
Why did you kill him?

Why?

I couldn’t believe it
when I heard it was you.

Why?

Why did you do it?

Meyer was the only one
of that pack that ever had
an ounce of decency.

He took you in,

fed you and clothed you,
you punk.

He gave you a job

when you couldn’t have found
a bed in a kennel.

And for that you shoot him?

You’re not like
anything human.

You’re not like
anything I’ve ever seen.

Didn’t you ever hear
of a thing called gratitude?

This concludes
our story for tonight.

We shall give you a scene
from our next tale

immediately
after this preview

of next week’s commercials.

I’ve been asked to announce

that next week’s commercials

will be just as witty,

just as engrossing,

just as exciting
and entertaining
as that last one.

And now,
before I say goodnight,

here’s that scene
from next week’s play.

The time, 1879.

The place, Fargo,
North Dakota.

Didn’t I meet you once
in Tombstone, Arizona?

[glass crashing]