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("Alfred Hitchcock" theme music)

- Good evening, fellow yacht
owners.

This is not champaign.

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 a clanking of chains.

It is also quite speedy.

This--

(whip cracks)

is the accelerator.

So much for the simple pleasure.

We are presenting a story
tonight called Day of Reckoning.

It follows in precisely one
minute.

(dramatic music)

(upbeat music)

(boat motor putters)

- [Trent] All right, partner,
I lost this one for us.

- Don't feel badly, my
brother and his wife

have developed mental
telepathy into a high art.

- [Harold's Wife] Harold,
she's accusing us of cheating.

- Sibling rivalry.

You witnessed the crime, judge.

Are we guilty or innocent?

- Not enough evidence.

(everyone laughs)

- W- I'm sure your sister'din,
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.

- But this time there is,
isn't there? You can't deny it.

- I'm not denying it.

- [Paul] I want his name.

- You'll know eventually.

- Well I'm 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 that.

- [Paul] 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 screams)

(Felicity splashes)

(upbeat music)

- [Man] Felicity.

(everyone laughing)

- Wouldn't Felicity like to sit
in?

I'm being taken to the cleaners.

- No, I asked her.

- Doesn't she want one of you
men to take over the steering?

- No, she doesn't.

- [Woman On Left] Well, I wish
she'd come

and watch the game.

I'm playing brilliantly.

Felicity never thought I
was much of a bridge player.

- [Man] You never were, darling.

- Let that be a lesson to
you, Trent, don't get married.

Flattery stops at the altar.

(everyone laughs)

(boat bangs)

- Oh.
- Ew.

- She must have run us aground.

- The passengers will quietly
move to the lifeboats,

women and children last.

- Felicity, what's up?

- Maybe I'd better take a look.

Felicity.

Felicity!

She's not here.

- Not here, that's impossible!

- Felicity, Felicity!

Felicity, Felicity!

Felicity, Felicity!

- She must've fallen overboard.

- She can't swim.

Judge, would you take that
searchlight and go forward?

I'll see if I can back her off
the bank.

We'll double back to our
course, hold tight everybody.

Trent, there's a flashlight
there.

- Don't worry, dear.

She probably managed to reach
the bank.

(boat puttering)

- Anything up there, Judge?

- No, nothing.

- Alice made this coffee.

- No thanks.

- Any sign?

- No.

- What are we going to do?

- I think we should be
heading 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.

(ominous music)

- 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 control

and that's the last we saw of
her.

She must have fallen overboard.

- That seems kinda strange,
doesn't it?

Mrs. Sampson 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.

- 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 Sampsons.

- 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 gonna ask
Mr. Sampson to go out

in the 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.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- All right, 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, Sheriff?

- Well, I can try.

The coroner is bound to
ask a lot of questions.

I'd like to have some of the
answers.

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 auto-pilot.

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.

- 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 outta the
cabin,

talk to you, go back in.

After while, fall overboard,
give a shout 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 auto
pilot.

(motor rumbling)

Now, Mr. Sampson, if you'd be
good enough

to duplicate your actions.

- Look, is this really
necessary?

- I'm afraid so, judge.

- Just a few hours ago, the
others are playing cards.

Where were you, judge?

- About here.

- All right.

Now, Mr. Sampson, you think your
wife

might like a refill, so you go
up.

- Pardon me, judge.

And the radio was playing.

- Yes.

(music playing)

- [Sheriff] You can come
in now, Mr. Sampson.

Mr. Sampson.

- I uh...

I came back in here and
watched the bridge game.

- [Frazier] Hey!

(glass shattering)
(water splashing)

- Nevermind that.

I'll have one of my men
clean it up before we dock.

Excuse me.

Frazier, you okay?

- [Frazier] 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.

- Yes even so, you'd
think someone would've

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. Sampson.

- Paul?

They find anything?

- Nothing yet.

- Well, perhaps we'll hear in
the morning.

I drove into town to get my
things.

I didn't want you to be alone.

- House seems so empty.

I keep expecting to hear her
voice.

Carolyn?

- Yes, dear?

- Carolyn, I've got to tell you
something.

I wanna share it with someone.

- What is it?

- Felicity was leaving me.

- Leaving you?

- She told me last night.

- Well, why?

Did you have a quarrel or
something?

- No, 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 night
cap.

Can I get you something?

- No thanks.

- Trent?

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

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

- That's incredible.

- I'm not sure, not yet.

But I'm gonna 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?

- All right.

Goodnight.

(somber music)

- 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.

(dramatic music)

(motor buzzing)

(ominous music)

- 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.

- Well, in that case,
she would have fallen

into the boat, not out of it.

- [Woman] Maybe she fainted.

- It's a possibility.

I called her doctor to check
on her, but he's outta town.

Was she subject to fainting
spells, by the way?

- Not that I know of.

- Another thing, when we
examined the deceased body,

we noticed a bruise on her
forehead.

- What are you suggesting,
that she was struck

before she fell?

- No, not at all.

I just wondered where it came
from.

- I can explain that, Sheriff.

Felicity and I took a walk
yesterday.

It was a low branch and it
struck her.

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 was

a simple accident, that 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?

- Well, 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've killed her.

It is possible, isn't it?

- Anything's possible.

- But this is more than
possible, it's probably.

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?

- [Judge] 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.

- Now, I haven't accused
anybody even though

Mr. Sampson seems to think so.

I've gotta be going.

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

- I'll see you out, Sheriff.

- We should be going too,
darling.

- Thanks, Dave.

- For what?

- For telling 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 head 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.

(ominous music)

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

She always used to look
forward to her lesson with you.

- So did I.

We had some good times together.

- [Paul] 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?

- 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 us?

- 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 romanticism.

- Paul, did Felicity say
she was leaving you for me?

- No, she never mentioned
your name, of course.

She wanted to keep you out of
it.

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.

- Now 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, 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 could call her!

I'll give you her number.

(phone slams)

- Trent, I'm sorry.

- It's all right.

- I should've 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 don't suppose you'd
wanna talk about it.

- I'd like to talk about it to
you.

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

Ya 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.

- Thanks.

(somber music)

- Was an autopsy performed,
Sheriff?

- Yes, sir.

- And the result?

- Mrs. Sampson met death by
drowning.

- Following a fall from the
cabin cruiser?

- 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.

- Raise your right hand.

- Dr. Rider.

What is he doing here?

- I don't know.

- Could you state your name
and occupation, please?

- Felix Rider, MD.

- Dr. Rider, the 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.

- [Attorney] Why didn't
you contact us earlier?

- I couldn't.

I was away on a fishing trip
and 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.

- [Attorney] 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
courts 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.

- And your 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.

(intense music)

- This concludes the first half

of the Alfred Hitchcock hour.

Now for our main attraction.

The following montage of
images and cacophony of sounds

is called a station break
and I'm sure you will find it

an exciting and colorful
experience.

Observe.

Welcome back.

Before we continue with
the Alfred Hitchcock hour,

the beloved sponsors minute.

(intense music)

- Don't forget, Paul.

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

- Yes.

- Why don't you take a trip
somewhere?

A change might do you good.

- Guess so.

- Well, give it some thought.

(somber music)

- Drink Paul?

- Yes.

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

Let me know if you want anything
special.

- All right.

- I made you a double.

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

What'd you think of Harold's
suggestion?

- What suggestion?

- Taking a trip.

You 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. Rider 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. Rider, he could've been the
man.

Do you think he was lying

trying to cover up?

- Paul, please!

- But she said there was another
man

and she wanted a divorce,
so there must have been

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

- 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've
stayed with her on the boat.

Paul, there's no way you
could've 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 of a flower.

A 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.

- Paul,

can't we talk about this
tomorrow?

- Tomorrow won't make any
difference.

This isn't gonna 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.

- All right.

(slow music)

Good morning.

I understand I'm being
put under the microscope.

- Hi, Paul.

- Let's stop the pretense.

Carolyn told ya, 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.

- Paul, please dear!

- Yeah, 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've kept
this whole thing to yourself.

- What?

- Well, why tell anybody?

What good does it do? Even
if you're telling the truth.

- [Harold] Alice.

- Well, maybe he is.

How do we know?

- You 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 better tell somebody
who'll believe me.

- Yes, by all means.

Go around telling everyone.

The postman, the gardener--

- What should I do?

Forget about it?!

- Yes, four our sake.

- Your sake?

- Whatever you've done, you have
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.

It would be a scandal.

What would it accomplish?

- I murdered Felicity.

I took her life.

And none of you believe me.

None of you want 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 gonna get dressed and
go to town. Any objections?

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

- Oh no no, I'm going that way.

- All right.

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

(somber music)

- Say Paul, why don't
we stop by Dr. Rider'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 drug store there, please?

(ominous music)

(intense music)

- Oh, hello Mr. Sampson.

- Sheriff.

- Excuse my Sunday suit, but I'm
giving my

safety lecture to the school
kids.

I'm supposed to be there
in about 10 minutes.

- Oh, this won't take long.

- Well, have a seat.

Now, what's on your mind?

- Well, 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 tell 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 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. Rider proved me wrong.

Now, I'm sorry your wife's dead.

You have my sympathy but
if you think I'm gonna make

an official report of this
conversation, you're mistaken.

- What 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?
- Yes.

- Come on, Mr. Sampson,
you keep talking like that,

they're gonna lock you up
in another kinda 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.

(intense music)

(knocking)

- 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 him--

- 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 outta 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 asked you to stay outta 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 happened to be watching you
and Felicity

and you didn't go near her.

- Well, that's good enough for
me.

- You mean you're gonna
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 some place?

- No.

- Here.

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?

- Yes.

- Why?

- She was leaving me for another
man.

- I know, I was the man.

- What?

- That surprises you, doesn't
it?

- I don't believe it.

My sister put 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 the divorce

and after she'd been to see Dr.
Rider,

she decided that we were
entitled
to the time that was left.

It was what she wanted.

If it's any consolation to
you, I loved her very much.

- You think I'd care about that?

- No, you never cared about
anything except yourself.

- How do you think I felt the
night that

Felicity was drowned?

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

I was supposed to have lose 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.

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 loved 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 Carolyn told me what you
were saying.

I knew it was the truth.

- Why didn't you tell the
Sheriff?

- Well, that would've 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 do a far better job
than anyone else could.

You've got the rest of your life
to live

with the memory of what you did

and 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.

(intense music)

- Paul?

Would you come here minute,
dear?

We'd like to talk to you.

- What is it?

- We've heard from the
Sheriff and Judge Wilcox.

- Then you've hard from a fool
and a liar.

- Paul dear, we just can't
have you walking around

spreading these stories.

You need rest and help.

- (clears throat) 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 100
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.

(intense music)

- And if you cooperate
with us, Mr. Sampson,

things will be so much easier.

(intense music)

- You're going to be all
right Paul, you'll see.

And we'll visit you.

We'll all visit you.

(intense orchestral music)

- I have a joyous
footnote to the grim scene

which you have just observed.

Eventually, our story had a
happen 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.

(cheery orchestral music)

(intense music)