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("Alfred Hitchcock" theme music)

(birds chirping)
(monkeys chattering)

- Good evening, ladies and
gentlemen.

I'm pleased you can
spend this hour with me.

Quiet please, if you don't mind.

(birds chirping)
(monkeys chattering)

I have some very interesting
pets on sale here.

For yacht owners, I will
suggest an albatross.

They are intensely loyal,
and will follow you anywhere,

circling for hours over the
spot where your ship sinks.

For those of you with swimming
pools,

if your friends and neighbors

are taking advantage of your
generosity,

may I suggest one of two pets?

The ever popular hammerhead
shark,

or a Siamese crocodile.

Both are quiet, but efficient.

They can clear a pool

as fast as a TV commercial
can empty a room,

which brings us to this
next item, a pet peeve.

- Here he comes.

- This is endsville man, he
knows you.

- He ain't gonna see me.

- Don't miss, huh?

- Get out there.

(suspenseful music)

- You have the time, mister?

- Yeah it's about...

(jazz music)

(horn blares)

(man groans)

- Put him over there.

Take it easy, Mac.

- What happened?

- Couple of bolvanchicks mugged
him.

Gonna get you something.

- He must live around here.

I've seen him in here a
couple of times before.

Sorry.

You've got quite a wallop.

- What happened?

I got out,

I was paying my fare,

then I felt dizzy.

- How's that again?

- Well I told you I was
feelin' kinda funny.

- You tryin' to say
that you was in my cab?

- What do you mean?

- Oh look, Mac.

If you're trying to cook up

some kind of an insurance deal,
forget it.

You weren't my passenger.

- I had a bundle.

A package with my army uniform
inside.

- Two punks slugged ya out
there,

you saw it through the window.

- You were taking me to City
Hall.

I was going to meet my girl.

We're gonna be married.

- At one o'clock in the morning?

(clocks ticking)

- You're not the same driver.

- You could make book on that.

He must have had some bachelor
party.

- I better call a doctor.

- No no, I'm all right now.

- I think we oughta call the
police.

- No, no, no.

They couldn't have gotten
away with anything.

I'll report it in the morning.

- It's your skull.

- I keep tellin' everybody,

this is no neighborhood
for waklin' at night.

- I, I've gotta get to my girl's
place.

She'll be worried.

- What's your name?

- Phil Townsend.

- [Man] Where does your girl
live?

- Riverdale.

- That's quite a way from here.

- Will you take me there?

- Hey look, Mac, that's
what I get paid for.

- You said your name was Phil
Townsend.

- Yes.

(dramatic music)

I was just discharged from
the service this morning.

I went to buy some clothes.

Can we go please?

- Remember, I picked him up
right here.

(jazz music)

- That's funny I,

I thought there was a
vacant lot over there.

Thanks a lot.

- Forget it.

I'm sorry about what happened,

but I thought you were some
kind of a nut or something.

- I don't blame you for that.

Goodnight.

- Night.

(jazz music)

(Phil knocking)

- Virginia.

Virginia, it's me, Phil.

- [Man] What's going on out
there?

(Phil knocking)

- Virginia, Virginia!

- What do you want?

- Tell your friend to be quiet,
Mr. Green.

We got other tenants.

- I don't even know the guy.

- Mrs. Fisher.

- Who is it?

Who do you want?

- It's me, Mr. Townsend.

- Who?

- Virginia's fiance.

- There is no Virginia here.

- Virginia Morrison.

She introduced us last weekend.

We were supposed to be married
today.

- You are drunk, go away.

- No, no I'm not--

- Hey, take off buddy
before I call the cops!

- [Man] What kind of a place is
this?

I've gotta get up at six
o'clock!

- He ain't drunk, he
got a clap on the head.

He's looking for his girl.

- Virginia Morrison.

I guess I must have
forgotten which apartment.

- Morrison?

She's not here anymore.

- Look, I know she must be mad
at me,

but if you could just
tell me where she went.

- Can't you help the guy out?

- I'll look if she left an
address.

- She must think I stood her up.

She probably gone to some
friends or something.

- Sure.

- What was he, in a fight?

- Nah, he was mugged.

Hey ain't you afraid of
gettin' cold or something?

- I never catch nothin'.

Other guys that get pneumonia.

- This is the address she left.

- That ain't far, come on.

(jazz music)

(doorbell rings)

(Phil knocking)

- All right, Frank, I'm coming.

(Phil knocking)

(dramatic music)

Oh no.

- Darling.

- Get out, Phil.

Get out of here.

- Ginny, something happened to
me.

- I don't care.

Just get out of here!

- What are you doing here?

Whose place is this?

- What do you want from me now?

- What do you mean, now?

(baby crying)

- That's my baby.

It's time for her feeding.

My husband may be coming home

any minute now, you have to
leave!

- Your husband?

What husband?

We were supposed to be married
today!

- What are you talking about,
Phil?

I haven't even seen you for
three years!

(dramatic music)

(baby crying)

(jazz music)

- Three years?

I took a taxi to meet you at
City Hall.

That's all I remember.

- Phil, you can't stay here.

You don't know what my husband
is like.

- I'm looking for three years of
my life.

- Well you won't find them here!

(baby crying)

- Must have lost my memory.

Didn't you even try to find me?

- Oh yes.

I went to the police.

Do you have any idea what that
was like?

The whispers to each
other, the funny smiles?

It happens all the time, miss.

No hospital reports,
nothing in the morgue.

Some people just get nervous,

and they disappear on their
wedding day.

- You believe I'd leave you like
that?

- No.

So I went to a private
detective.

I borrowed everything I could to
pay him.

My furniture, my car, my salary.

- Well who is he?

I've gotta see him, talk to him.

- No, you can't do that.

- Why not?

- Because he can't help you.

He never found out anything.

He never found a trace of you.

- What would be the harm in--

- He's my husband.

(baby crying)

I was lonely.

And he was very kind to me.

Until after I married him.

And then it started.

He was just like the police.

That same smile, the sly little
questions

about how things had
been between you and me.

After that, it was any
man I ever talked to.

I can't leave this house,

because he might telephone or
come home

and I won't be here.

You've had a life for three
years, Phil.

Go back to it.

- Go back to where?

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

- Anything come to you?

- Initials again, D.W.

A key to a place I don't
remember.

$87 and change.

- That's a nice watch.

To David with love, Ruth.

Does it ring a bell?

Well, at least we know
what the D stands for.

- I guess you'd better take
me to the police station.

Maybe Ruth, whoever she is,

is looking for me a little
harder than Virginia did.

- Ain't you got any relatives?

- No.

- Hueblings Drugs.

That's where I drove you from.

You didn't get these tonight.

- Could I live around there?

- The druggist said he'd seen
you before.

Look Mac, maybe I'm stickin' my
neck out,

you know what I mean?

I don't think the police
are such a good idea.

You know, the money, the clothes
you're wearing, the watch.

It don't go with that
neighborhood.

- I don't get you.

- Maybe D.W.'s in some kind of
trouble.

- Never been in trouble in my
life.

- I'm not talking about you.

I'm talking about him.

- Black and hot, Charlie.

- Let's get outta here.

- Hey!

You left your lights on.

I killed 'em for you.

- Thanks.

- The first time was maybe
two, maybe three weeks ago.

- How often did I come in?

- Not more than half a
dozen times, I'd say.

- Did I ever get a prescription
filled,

or anything with a name on it?

- All you ever bought was
cigarettes.

- Always at night he came in?

- Midnight 'til eight
a.m., that's my shift.

Maybe you could talk to the day
man.

And you oughta see a doctor.

- Thanks.

- If it helps any, it seems to
me

you always come from that
direction.

(jazz music)

- What do I do, knock on doors?

Who am I?

Where do I live?

- I'd ask you to spend
the night at my house,

but my old lady, she's
okay you understand?

She gets upset easy.

- You've done enough.

- Ah, if you wanna get in touch
with me,

call the company, ask
for Mari, Mari Epstein.

Let me know how you make out,
huh?

- Sure.

What day is it?

- It's Friday.

No, Saturday already.

September 24th.

- Virginia and I would've
been married for three years.

- Ah, you never know.

That might've been worse than
the problem you've got now.

After a good night's
sleep, you'll be a new man.

Look, there's a hotel over
there.

It's cheap, but clean.

Everybody's known as John Smith,
okay?

- Okay.

Thanks.

(jazz music)

(kids giggling)

(people chattering)

(whistle trills)

(whistle trills)

(Phil chuckles)

(whistle trills)

- All right ready, hike one,
two!

(whistle trilling)

Nice guys, let's go one
more, one more time.

Here we go, come on, hit the
bag, come on!

- Let's get it this time.
- All right.

All right, ready guys.
- Here we go.

- Get ready, ready, hike it.

One, two, three, four, five!

(whistle trills)

- Dave, what are you doing here?

- Who--

- Carlin followed me again,
now go back to your room.

- Please, don't go.

- He's just a few feet behind
me, Dave.

- Are you Ruth?

- What's wrong with you?

- Uh, anything wrong there miss?

- No, no, nothing.

(men shouting)

He's a policeman, will you
please go?

- I've got to talk to you.

- I'll come to you tonight, now
just go.

- You remember the address?

- Of course I remember the
address.

- Then tell me, I wanna be sure.

- 431 Front--
(gun fires)

Run Dave!

Carlin, no!

(men shouting)

(gun fires)

(whistle trills)

(gun fires)

(men shouting)

(suspenseful music)

- [Man] Why don't you get off my
back?

- [Woman] I'll get off your back

when you start doing
some work around here.

Couldn't even empty the garbage.

- [Man] I don't eat here.

- Where do you eat, I'd like to
know.

With what, you don't work.

- [Man] Horses work.

- And mothers with sons like
you.

- My key seems to stick.

- Bernie, come help.

The gent's key gets stuck.

- After you.

- The key's kinda tricky
sometimes.

- Yeah, it's a tricky world.

Leave it open a minute.

- I'm kinda tired.

- I got something I wanna show
you.

(ominous music)

Hey.

(camera clicks)

- What did you do that for?

- I just wanted to see if it
worked.

I found it in a parked car.

Here's something else I found.

- What do you want?

- Nothin', unless you wanna
buy this picture I took.

Careful, you might ruin it.

And it might be the only one
there is.

This guy D.W. for instance,

he never had a picture taken.

According to the newspaper
clipping in the wallet.

If you wanna buy this
one, you just let me know.

(ominous music)

(dramatic music)

- That was the first half of
"The Alfred Hitchcock Hour."

Now a word from the provinces.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

we are about to begin the
second half or flip side

of "The Alfred Hitchcock Hour."

The first number will be
a solo from our sponsor,

followed by the second half of
our story.

(ominous music)

- What are we hangin' around
for?

- You think of something better
to do?

(jazz music)

- You're a regular
bundle of joy, aren't ya?

- Sure, we're all gonna be rich.

- Look, you really think you're
gonna get

any money out of that guy?

- You leave it to me.

- Maybe there's a reward we can
get.

- No cops.

- All right, all right.

- Hey.

(jazz music)

Hey, now that's nice.

You lookin' for us baby?

- Care to go to a party tonight,
miss?

Gonna have seven violins
and a dancing band

and flowers and everything.

Come on!

- Wait a minute.

- It's your house.

- Yeah.

- Well who is she?

- I'll let you know, wait here.

(Ruth knocks)

- Who is it?
- Ruth.

Oh honey.

Well, excuse me.

- I...

I don't know how to begin.

Except for this afternoon,

I don't remember ever seeing
you before in my life.

My name,

my real name is Phillip
Townsend.

Does that mean anything to you?

I don't know what you're
in with me, or why,

so if you wanna walk out, go
ahead.

But whoever you are, I need you.

I'm trying to open a
door that's been closed

for three years, and you're
the only key I've got.

Help me.

- Yes sir?

- Detective.

- Private detective.

- Have you ever seen this man?

It's an old photo.

Recognize him?

- Nope.

- You barely looked at it.

- That's all I ever do, mister.

Even with the regular police.

I have two professions,
pharmacist and coward.

- You don't remember anything at
all?

- No.

- Not even me.

- I told you, I'm sorry.

- That's all right.

I guess I always knew this would
happen.

We used to talk about it
sometimes

when you'd try to remember who
you were

before you came to work for my
uncle.

I was afraid that when you did
remember,

you might be in love with
someone else.

Are you?

- I don't know.

I was.

- Married?

- No.

Three years were too long for
her to wait.

She married somebody else.

How long have I known you?

- Three years.

- Well then

I must have gone to work for
your uncle

right after it happened.

But how did I get there?

How did I get another name?

- Carlin brought you.

He said your name was David
Weber.

- The fella who shot at me?

Who is he?

- He's a private investigator.

My uncle hires him sometimes
to get evidence in his cases.

- Ah.

Private investigator.

She hired a private
investigator to find me.

Is Carlin married?

- His wife had a baby a few
months ago.

- He found me.

He found me, don't you
understand?

And he didn't tell her!

- Dave, please--

- Don't call me that!

- All right.

Now calm down.

If you get one of your
headaches,

you don't know what you're
liable to do.

- What do you mean?

What I'm liable to do?

- You know how you get.

- I don't know anything!

- Honey, honey please.

- I'm sorry.

- Sit down, and have a
cigarette.

Here.

- I'm all right now, go ahead.

- Where do you want me to start?

- The murder.

When did it happen?

- About a month ago.

- The newspaper clipping

said that your uncle's
place is in Westchester.

You live there with him?

- Yes.

- Also said I was a bodyguard.

Now why'd your uncle need a
bodyguard?

- He's a criminal lawyer.

He turned down a racketeer
in a tax evasion case,

and there were some threats.

- Maybe that's why she was
killed.

He's been in jail for over two
- The manyears.onvicted.

- No, no coffee.

But then your uncle
didn't need me anymore.

Why did he keep me on?

- Because of me, I guess.

- What was I to you?

- Was, past tense.

I love you.

Not that it matters now.

- Sorry.

- It's a big house.

You had a separate
apartment over the garage,

and that's where her body was
found.

- How could it happen?

It's like a black curtain.

I lived there,

somebody died there.

I can't even remember.

- The afternoon of the night it
happened,

Uncle Bob gave you some errands
to do.

He was in the study, preparing
a case, waiting for Carlin.

I could see that you were
getting

one of your migraine
headaches the way that you get

before you, you pass out.

- You mean, actually pass out?

- Well, not always
physically, but mentally.

- Often?

- Three or four times, all told.

- Anything else?

- You,

you smashed up your room once.

You wouldn't remember the
weekend

we went to San Francisco
together.

- No.

- Well it was just shortly
after Uncle Bob married Janice.

I thought you were getting
too friendly with her,

and I was jealous and we
quarreled.

And--
- Did I hurt you?

Tell me.

- Yes.

I ran out.

In the morning, you didn't
remember anything about it.

- And the night she was killed?

- I had some things to do in
town.

When I got back, it was dark.

Your door was locked, you didn't
answer,

so I,

I went up to the main house,

and Uncle Bob and Carlin
were in the study.

They hadn't seen you.

So I walked...

I walked all around the
grounds trying to find you.

- Go on.

- You were down by the fish
pond,

just sitting and staring.

You looked up at me, and you
said,

"God help me.

"I just killed her."

(dramatic music)

(jazz music)

- Well, who is she?

- She's nothin', but he's a
goldmine.

- Hey.

You guys wanna make a buck?

Know him?

- Eisenhower.

- Is there a prize?

- 20 bucks.

- I don't know him, you know him
Chuck?

- I don't know him.

- You guys live around here?

- No, we're from Palm Beach.

Hey Bernie, 20 bucks.

- That'll blow your nose.

We got a chicken to pick,

and when the cops stop snooping
around,

we're gonna pick him clean.

(ominous music)

(jazz music)

- [Ruth] I'll fix you something
to eat.

- I'm not hungry.

Didn't anybody try to help me?

- Don't you remember?

I'm sorry.

I begged you to see a
psychiatrist,

but you refused.

The doctor asked me to let him
know

if you showed any signs of...

- Of what?

- Destructive tendencies
were the words he used.

- Like smashing up the room?

Did you let him know?

- No, I was afraid of
what they might do to you.

- Like sending me away
someplace, locking me up?

- Yes.

- Someplace where I
might have been helped!

- You didn't want help.

- Do you really believe
I killed that woman?

Do you?

- You didn't do it
intentionally.

- But I did do it.

Is that what you mean?

- I'd better go.

- Where?

- Home.

- Look, I want help Ruth.

You offered to give it to me.

Help me to understand why a
murdered woman

was found in my apartment
after I passed out.

Explain to me why I ran,

when there were three
other people on the estate

who might have killed her.

Did you tell me to run, Ruth?

You did, didn't you?

- I didn't want the police to
get you.

- Neither does Carlin.

Nobody wants the police to get
me.

Could it be that the trial
might bring out something?

I'm gettin' out of here.

- You can't go out there,
Carlin will kill you.

- How do you know he's there?

- He knows you live in the
neighborhood from this morning.

- Thanks to your expert
guidance.

- Phil, I'm only trying to help
you.

- Are you really?

- Of course I am.

- If I can't go out there,
then you bring Carlin here.

- What?

- He's the answer.

He'll be looking for you.

Find him, and let him
follow you back here.

It shouldn't be too difficult.

You said he's in the
neighborhood.

- He's got a gun!

(Phil laughs)

- What's a gun at this point?

Do I have any choice?

I've got to see him, talk to
him,

try to make some sense out of
this.

I can't go on hiding from
something I don't even
understand.

- Please, Phil.

- If you wanna help me, get
Carlin.

(dramatic music)

(jazz music)

- [Man] There she is again.

- Hey, sweetie baby.

- Love has come into my life
once more.

I'm in love, I'm in love.

- Hey baby, do you wanna
reconsider that party now?

- You know you're breaking my
heart

wandering around here.

(plucky music)

- I wonder where she's headed.

(jazz music)

- Hiya baby, how about a little
drink?

It'll warm ya up.

(man laughs)

(jazz music)

(suspenseful music)

(Ruth yelps)

(intense music)

- Now listen, Townsend.

- Ah, you know my name, don't
ya?

You knew it for three years,

and I didn't.

Why didn't you tell Virginia?

- I fell in love with her.

You had amnesia, you wouldn't
have remembered her anyhow,

don't you understand?

- I understand.

Understand I've been
living like a wild animal,

hunted and shot at.

Who killed Mrs. Burke?

- You did.

- What, why would I do it?

- She was much younger than
Burke.

She was chasing after you.

- And how do you know that?

- Burke had me watching her.

You weren't the only one.

- Were you one of the others?

- No.

- Who killed her, Carlin?

- I told you, she was
found in your apartment.

- Yeah, I know that, in my
apartment.

At a time when I had
one of those headaches

you all knew about.

The perfect patsy, the guy
from nowhere with no memory.

But who killed her?

- Look, you didn't know
what you were doing.

Temporary insanity, I'll
help you, I'll help you.

- Will you?
- Yeah.

- For life in a cage,

a life you've taken from me
twice already?

- Dave.

- I told you not to call me
that!

Oh no, Carlin.

If I lose this life, it's going
to be

for something I do remember, for
you!

- No, no.

(dishes clatter)

- All right, Carlin.

- Burke killed her!

- Not Uncle Bob, he couldn't
have.

- I can prove it.

I have the clothes he was
wearing.

They have bloodstains.

- Go on.

- Burke got the idea to frame
you.

When you blacked out, he took
a wrench from the garage.

He killed her, and put her in
your room.

When you came to and
ran, he told me about it

and asked me to help.

- So you're trying to kill
me to cover up for Burke.

- If a man named David
Weber could be found

facedown in the street,

my wife would never
know that I'd found you.

I wouldn't lose her.

- Your wife.

- I, I'd better call the police.

- I'll have to go to the station
with him

to make a statement.

You don't have to come back.

- Will I see you again?

- I'm going into a veteran's
hospital for a while

to find out how things really
are with me.

Some of the things that David
Weber did

must be in me.

I could've killed him.

We've really known each
other less than a day.

- I know.

I hope I see you again.

(jazz music)

- I hope so too.

I really do.

I'm afraid I must
abandon the pet business.

They're eating me out of house
and home.

(birds chirping)
(monkeys chattering)

Listen to the poor dears,

and I'm completely out of food.

But soft, I see the sponsor
approaching.

(plucky music)

(dramatic music)