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("Alfred Hitchcock" theme music)

- Good evening, ladies and
gentlemen,

and showoffs the world over.

I use this to test my strength,

a panda bear that is.

If I can lift it, I feel that

I'm keeping in good physical
condition.

Tonight's play is about
the banking business,

and it promises to be as
much fun as a foreclosure.

Our story concerns one Oscar
Blenny.

It also concerns a beautiful
woman

who looks as though she would be
an asset,

but turns out to be a liability.

But first we have something that
manages

to be both of these at the same
time.

(dramatic music)

- I've got to get back to the
casino.

- Can't it wait?

- Not when you work for Mike
Chambers.

You better get back to the
dining room.

How's the job coming?

- Ah, I've had better.

- Good money, baby?

- Hundred a week.

- What?

- Hm, tips.

Winner's luck is not much.

- Not a peep.

A year ago you were doing fine.

- I wasn't on my feet that much.

- Well, there's always Pete
Rogan.

How is it with him?

- He's hooked.

- You sure, baby?

- What am I, an amateur?

I know when a fish is on the
line.

- Now you be careful, he's a bad
one.

Come on, get going, I'll see you
later.

- You know, darling.

You're a heel.

- And that's what you like about
me.

Isn't it, baby?

- Uh huh.

(dramatic music)

- I'll get back to you later.

Peter.

It pains me to say this,
but I'm disappointed.

- Well why, Mike?

- You don't address me as Mike.

It's Mr. Chambers, it's
always Mr. Chambers.

- Check.

Mr. Chambers.

- What did that jacket cost you,
Peter?

- This?

A yard and a half.

Why, you like it?

- No.

Get rid of it.

Now!

In there.

Now listen to this, Peter,

and please make an effort to
remember.

You're not running a
two dollar a day hotel.

Chambers.

The accent is on good
taste and refinement.

Understand?

- Yes sir, Mr. Chambers.

- Hey, Pete.

- Well?

- Yeah.

- That's Grant, huh?

- Take it easy, Mr. Rogan!

She's not worth it.

- Hey, what's going on here?

Why are you holding him?

- It's nothing, Mr. Chambers.

Pete slipped, I grabbed him.

He just fell against the wall,
nothing.

- You hurt?

- No, no, I'm okay.

- What table do you work at?

- Number four, blackjack.

- Well, what are you doing here?

- It's my fault, Mr. Chambers.

I told him to report to me.

- Report?

What's there to report?

- You know, the take.

I like to keep check on things.

- Let me worry about that.

- Whatever you say.

- Get back to your table.

- Yes.

- Anything else, Mr. Chambers?

- Yeah, beat it.

(calming saxophone music)

- Miss Ashley?

- Yes.

- I hope...

Gee, I was sorta hoping I'd see
you again.

- Again?

- What I mean is, last night

you showed me to my table.

- Oh, you're one of the guests
here.

- Don't I look it?

- I thought you came in
off the Santa Fe Trail.

- Santa Fe?

Oh.

Ever since I was a kid,

I always wanted to
learn to twirl a lariat.

I guess I look pretty silly.

May I introduce myself, Miss
Ashley?

- Go ahead.

- My name is Oscar Blenny.

- Oscar.

- Blenny.

- I've always wanted to meet
somebody

by the name of Oscar.

- Really?

- One of my big dreams.

- May I ask you your
first name, Miss Ashley?

- It was nice meeting you, Mr.
Blenny.

I must get to my bungalow
to change clothes.

- May I walk with you?

Miss Ashley?

Miss Ashley.

I hope you're not mad.

- At what?

- At me!

For being so aggressive.

But something just made me talk
to you.

Something I just couldn't
resist.

I think you're very
beautiful, Miss Ashley.

- It's the desert air.

- Oh no, no!

I watched you in the dining
room.

You're wonderful, Miss Ashley.

- Steady, boy.

- And it would give me great
pleasure,

there's a party tonight and I--

- I've got a date.

- It's a barbecue.

(lighthearted music)

- Peter.

What are you doing here?

- You blind, baby?

You and me will have a
little drink together.

- I don't feel like a drink.

- Huh?

Well, just what do you feel
like, baby?

- What is it?

You act if something's wrong.

- I do.

You don't know?

That much, you don't.

I checked, baby.

Phony dice, lead quarters.

Double crossing broads, I check!

- No, Peter, no!

- I'll say goodbye for you,
baby.

To Bill Grant!

(glass shattering)

(chuckling)

I'm gonna get you, baby.

- No, Peter, you're not.

(groaning)

(mysterious music)

(romantic piano music)

(screaming)

- Hey there, it's all right,
it's all right, Miss Ashley.

You're safe now.

- It was awful.

I begged him to leave me alone.

He was a crazy drunk!

You called the police?

- No, I'll do that now.

You just relax, I'll
take care of everything.

- You will explain, won't you,
Mr. Blenny?

How it was an accident?

- Now, now, don't you worry.

I'll handle the police.

(calming music)

Well, I don't see any
reason to cry, Miss Ashley.

- But I feel so terrible.

- It's all over, my dear.

The case is closed.

- It is.

It's, I don't know how to thank
you.

- Would you like to try?

- Try?

- Let me take you to lunch.

- Oh, I'd like to, Mr. Blenny,

but I sort of want to be alone.

- Of course.

- You're such an understanding
man.

(dramatic music)

(bell rings)

Bill?

- Yeah.

Uh huh, they cleared you.

So what?

No baby, lunch is out.

I'm on a diet, that's why.

(calming saxophone music)

- I've changed my mind.

It's a woman's privilege,

I would love to have lunch.

So, you live in Los Angeles.

Like it?

- Well, it's semi-tropical.

- Yeah, I know.

Bananas in the driveway.

What do you do to break even?

- What?

- I mean, what's your line?

- Oh, banking.

- You're a banker?

- Not exactly.

I mean, I'm not president.

I work at a bank, I'm a bank
teller.

- Oh, look at the time,

I ought to be getting back to
the Mojave.

- My car is outside, may I drive
you?

- What's the percentage walking?

(lighthearted music)

- Would it be all right if--

- Thanks, doll.

(lighthearted music)

(car door slams)

- Eva.

Wait a minute.

Mr. Chambers wants to see you.

Right now, Eva.

- Okay.

(dramatic music)

- Good afternoon, Miss Ashley.

All right, hike it down.

- What?

- The skirt.

Excuse me, maybe you don't know
Ronald.

Miss Ashley.

- I've seen Ronald around.

- Yeah, he's around.

He works for me.

Lately he's had two jobs,

but I don't like guys who
moonlight,

but Ronald as he explained to
me,

that he's trapped the other one.

The one for Peter Rogan.

All right, Ronald.

Tell Miss Ashley what you told
me.

- Yeah.

Well, Pete, Mr. Rogan,
he gave me a C-note.

- To do what?

- Keep an eye on her.

- And?

- I did.

I see her in an apartment with
Bill Grant.

- You skunk!

- Sit down, Miss Ashley!

All right, Ronald, that's it.

Ronald.

- Well, aren't you gonna say
anything?

- No.

- Miss Ashley, you murdered
Peter.

- He tried to kill me.

- Oh, sure.

Ronald told him about you and
Grant.

Peter didn't like the
idea of being two-timed,

but that's not the point.

- Isn't it?

- The point is, you lied at the
inquest.

You told them you never gave

Peter the slightest
encouragement.

Now isn't that a funny
definition

of what was going on
between you and Peter?

- Are you gonna tell the police?

- No.

- Why?

I'm nothing to you.

- Except an inconvenience.

You're a chiseler, Miss Ashley.

But my only concern is the
reputation of the Mojave.

Not your reputation.

So, no cops.

No cops, no scandal, no bad
publicity.

- Mr. Chambers, it won't happen
again,

I give you my word.

- How many times does that make,
Bill?

- I swear.

- I'm sending you to Mexico.

- How long do I have to stay
there?

- 'Til I say come back.

- Come on, Mike.

Have a heart!

- The ticket's waiting
for you at the airport.

Call me when you get to Mexico
City.

You got 35 minutes to pack.

Have a nice trip, will you?

Be careful with the tequila.

- Thanks.

- Not you, Miss Ashley.

We're not finished.

- Bill!

Take me with you.

- One ticket, baby.

That's all there is.

- He fired me!

- Now you're lucky that's all he
did.

- What will I do?

- Is that a question, or a song
by Verlin?

- Bill, I'm desperate.

- Get a job!

- How?

He put me on a nowhere list.

Nobody in town will hire me.

- Find another guy.

- Where will you be in Mexico?

- Why?

- I'll write.

You don't even have to answer.

- I'll be at the National.

- I'm almost broke.

- Why, how much is almost?

- 200.

- Make it last, honey.

(dramatic music)

Hasta la vista.

- Same to you, you rat.

(lighthearted music)

(knocking)

- Come in.

Miss Ashley!

- I hope you don't mind me

coming to your room, Mr. Blenny.

- Of course not, I'm delighted.

Come in, sit down.

I'll have room service.

- Oh no, don't bother.

I've just come to say goodbye.

- Goodbye?

- I've lost my job.

- But why?

- The management doesn't like
trouble.

- But it wasn't your fault, Miss
Ashley.

- I know, I'm not a very lucky
girl.

Well, I better go and pack.

Thanks for being so nice.

Goodbye, Oscar.

- Miss Ashley.

Could I be of any help?

- Who'd want to help me?

- I'd be happy to, Miss Ashley.

- That wouldn't be fair,

you've done enough already.

- Eva, listen.

I know a lot of people in Los
Angeles,

I'm sure I could get you a job
there.

- You could?

- And I'll even find you a place
to stay.

While you pack your things, I'll
check out

and get the car.

I'm gonna drive you to Los
Angeles.

(lighthearted music)

- Oscar.

I'd like a word with you.

Chair, Oscar.

- Thank you, sir.

- Oscar.

I've been examining your work
record.

- I hope it's satisfactory, sir.

- It's more than that, it's
excellent.

- Thank you, Mr. Hodges.

- You know, Oscar, you remind me

very much of your father.

Fine man, splendid worker.

We never had a better credit
manager.

Oscar, do you think you
can handle that job?

- Credit manager?

- Mhm.

- There's nothing I want more,
sir.

It's been my one big dream.

(chuckling)

- Well, we'll see if we
can make it come true.

At the next meeting of
the board of directors

I'm going to recommend you for
promotion.

Now, you realize Oscar,

this will mean a considerable
raise in your salary,

and I'm sure you'll be able
to use that additional income.

I hear you've given up
bachelorhood.

- Yes sir, I've been married
almost two months now.

- [Mr. Hodges] Oh, happy?

- Oh, yes indeed.

- Well, you deserve to be.

Tell me about her.

- Well, she's exceptionally good
natured,

always kind and considerate.

(lighthearted jazzy music)

- Hi.

(lighthearted jazzy music)

What's the matter?

- Look at this room!

- It's a dump.

(lighthearted jazzy music)

There's how I like to see you.

- How?

- On your knees!

(lighthearted jazzy music)

- Tell me something.

Why did you marry me?

- Hm?

- Why?

I'm curious.

I'm not rich.

- You sure ain't.

- I'm not handsome.

- In spades.

- Then why?

- Little Eva was flat broke.

No job, no nothing.

- And?

- You're better than nothing.

Yes, indeed.

(lighthearted jazzy music)

- Aren't you gonna fix me some
dinner?

- Some what?

- Don't bother, I'll do it
myself.

What's in the refrigerator?

- Ice cubes.

(chuckling)

what's that, homework?

- Payrolls.

(glass clangs)

- You mean cash?

- Why don't you concentrate on
that drink

and let me finish my work?

(dramatic music)

- Good morning, Oscar.

- Oh.

Good morning, Mr. Hodges.

- You know, this could be your
last week

behind that window?

Chances are, next week,

you'll have your own
office as credit manager.

- Mr. Hodges, I'd just like to
say--

- Don't thank me.

You get that promotion,

it'll be because you worked for
it.

Are you coming to the gun club
tonight?

- Well, yes sir, I'll be there.

- Good.

Oh, by the way, I haven't
met your wife yet.

When am I to have that pleasure?

- Oh, we'll get around to it,
sir.

- Make it soon.

You know, Oscar, a wife
can be very important

to a man's career.

- Yes, sir.

(dramatic music)

- Good evening, darling.

An old friend.

I've invited him for dinner.

(dramatic piano music)

- Next, we give our stations a
break.

You may take one too, if you
wish.

But hurry back for our second
half.

I trust that you were paying
attention

when the local announcer
recited his call letters.

We plan to ask questions later.

You'll also be held responsible

for the following minute.

(dramatic music)

- Were you on a vacation
in Mexico City, Mr. Grant?

- No, not exactly.

- Business?

- I was representing a big
organization down there.

- Was?

- I just resigned.

- Oh, I see.

Something better came
along here in the States.

- Well, let's say I got
wind of something good

and flew up here to sort
of explore the field.

- What is you field, Mr. Grant?

- Banking.

- Some more coffee, darling?

- Oh, no thanks.

I never drink coffee before
I go to the gun club.

- I'll be right back.

- You never know, do you?

- I beg your pardon.

- Eva.

You domesticated her.

My congratulations.

- Thank you very much.

Well, I'd better hurry or I'll
be late.

- What is this gun club?

- Mr. Hodges at the bank founded
it.

- He plan to attack
Washington or something?

- No, it's just a security
measure for the employees,

we take pistol practice.

- What's his target?

Old money?

- I'm leaving now.

- Goodbye, darling.

- Goodbye, Mr. Grant.

Nice to have met you.

(calming music)

- What do you think?

- A pushover, honey.

A piece of cake.

(gun fires)

- Oscar.

What is the matter?

- I really don't know, sir.

It occurs to me, maybe you
should see an optometrist.

You know, Oscar.

You don't seem to be very
enthusiastic

about this target practice.

- Frankly I'm not, sir.

I've never liked handling
weapons, especially guns.

- Well, it's a matter of
protection.

You never know when target
practice may come in handy.

- Yes, I know that, sir.

But still, I wish it wasn't
necessary.

- Well, have another try.

(gun fires)

Not too good, Oscar.

We better move in a little
closer.

- If you don't mind, Mr. Hodges,

I'd rather not practice anymore
tonight.

- I understand.

We'll call it quits.

- Thank you, sir.

- Oh, it's still quite early.

Shall we have a cup of coffee?

- Tonight?

- Yes.

Call your wife, and she
can join us at Barry's.

- I'm afraid she can't
make it tonight, sir.

- Oh.

Out with the girls?

- Excuse me, Mrs. Blenny.

I think your husband's
back from the gun club.

- All right.

The comedy's over.

There's only one thing I want.

- A new lasso!

(chuckling)

- A divorce.

- Oh, will you get me a drink,
darling?

- Yes, sweetheart.

- All right, genius.

You're a free man.

- You'll give me a divorce?

- Sure, for money.

- That can be arranged.

I've saved a little.

- Who said anything about a
little?

I'm a greedy girl, I want a lot.

- How much?

- 50,000.

- Are you out of your mind?

Where would I get $50,000?

You know my salary at the bank.

- Save the statistics.

The deal is 50 big ones.

- That's impossible.

- Not if you give it a
little thought, genius.

You work in a bank, in a
beautiful bank.

If you worked in a shoe store,

I'd say yeah, it's impossible,

you can't get pineapple
juice out of a tomato.

And that bank, you handle
a lot of heavy letters.

I bet you it comes to
hundreds of thousands

of dollars worth.

- How would you know that?

- Because I made it my
business to find out.

Oscar.

What is it that you really want?

What's more important than
anything?

All right, I'll tell you.

It's that big push up the
ladder.

The status routine, that
promotion you were talking
about.

Then you'd really be
there, really up there.

Mr. Oscar Blenny, credit manager

of the First National
Mercantile.

(chuckling)

Ah.

Look at Mrs. Oscar Blenny.

- Unfortunately, I have to.

- It scares you, doesn't it?

It scares you what those big
wheels

at the bank are going to say.

Because one of these days,

they're gonna have to look at
me,

and then they're going
to see what I really am.

- I won't let you wreck my
career.

- Mm, what career?

As long as you've got
me, you've got no career.

I am Mrs. Oscar, and I am
going to stay Mrs. Oscar

until you come up with the loot.

- Eva, please.

- 50 G's.

- I can't.

It's impossible.

- That's too bad, genius.

Just too bad.

(dramatic music)

- Some people go to
church in the afternoon,

I drop in on a bank.

- I've got work to do, Mr.
Grant.

- So have I, Oscar, so have I.

I'm here to help you.

- Help me?

- Absolutely.

- [Oscar] How?

- The wedding ring.

It's too tight, and soap won't
get it off.

I can get that ring off your
finger.

- She wants $50,000.

How much would your generous
help cost me, Mr. Grant?

- Not a dime.

Interested?

- Maybe.

- You got a slip of paper back
there?

Some under the loose change.

- Why?

- I don't want you to get lost
downtown.

Thank you.

It's a Hotel Alvarado.

9:00 tonight.

Knock on room seven.

(dramatic music)

(knocking)

9:00 on the dot.

Come on in.

Sit down.

Rest your feet.

Drink?

- I don't use alcohol.

- No bad habits, huh?

Except one.

- I beg your pardon?

- Eva.

I'd rather see a man on dope

than hooked to the wrong dame.

- I'd appreciate it, Mr. Grant,

if you'd get to the point.

- Sure.

I know all about you, Oscar.

- Really?

- A to Z, the whole alphabet.

And you do want to know how I
know?

- How, Mr. Grant?

- The information service named
Eva.

I got a long letter in Mexico.

$50,000.

That's nice money.

And the way Eva figured it,

she needed a bank roll like that

to get what she really wanted,
me.

- You?

- She wants me.

But what I want isn't Eva.

I want cash.

- I see.

That's why you came to Los
Angeles.

You assumed I'd give her that
much money.

- Do I look stupid to you?

I was sure you wouldn't go for
the deal.

- Why?

What made you so sure?

- Because I know Eva, and
she's got the brains of a flea.

It was a dumb stunt, right
out of the comic books.

I knew when I walked into your
apartment

that she'd never see that money.

- I don't understand.

- What, Oscar?

- What do you want, if it isn't
my money?

- I want to do you a favor,

and I want to get one in return.

- What favor?

- Look, I've worked the whole
thing out.

And the way it shapes up,

you get out of that trap she's
got you in, clean, permanent.

You get rid of little Eva
forever.

- How?

- We kill her.

- Are you crazy?

- Now let me go over it
again and tune you in.

We kill her, and we do it clean.

I laid the whole thing out.

It's a dream, not a flaw in it.

A perfect operation.

- I can't.

- Conscience?

- I'm not a killer.

- She'd do it.

She'd wipe you out quick as a
snake

if it showed a profit.

- I'm not Eva, I'm not you.

- One of us has to do it.

Okay?

I'll handle that end.

But there's one little thing

you've got to do for me, Oscar.

- What is it?

- You recognize them?

- They're the payroll sheets.

The ones I check at home.

- Good boy.

They total a quarter of a
million dollars.

I checked the figures myself.

Does this look big enough to
you?

- Big enough for what?

- Why, for a quarter of a
million dollars, what else?

In small packages.

And here's the last exhibit.

Two airplane tickets to Puerto
Rico.

- Who are they for?

- One of them is for me,

the other one is supposed to be
for Eva.

You ever been to San Juan?

- No.

- Beautiful city!

Great race track.

Now, Eva would love it.

Only she's not gonna be on that
plane

when it makes a three
point landing in San Juan.

Do you know where she's gonna
be?

- No.

- She's gonna be in a certain
motel.

She's gonna check in there
tomorrow,

but she's not gonna check out.

- You'll never get away with it,
Grant.

- Now, that's the beauty part.

Because I don't register.

Do you know who registers?

A gent by the name of Granville.

Meet Mr. Granville.

Now, take a good look, because
tomorrow,

Mr. Granville's coming to
the First Mercantile Bank.

He's gonna have that
attache-case,

and he's gonna have some
written instructions.

Now, all you have to do is
follow them.

Now, he's gonna walk into that
bank

and just disappear,

and all the cops are gonna have

is the description of
somebody who doesn't exist.

- I can't.

I can't go through with this.

- Oscar!

Sure you can, there's
nothing to worry about.

A perfect crime is a fascinating
thing.

It can give you the biggest
charge in the world.

Now, I get rich, but you go
free.

Is there anything more that
either one of us could ask?

Goodnight, Oscar.

(dramatic music)

(phone rings)

- [Hodges] Hodges here.

- Thank you.

- You forgot something.

- What's that?

- [Oscar] This.

(gun fires)

(dramatic music)

- We checked the parcel.

Know what was in it, Mr. Blenny?

- A bomb?

- Scrap paper.

Money okay?

- Yes, all accounted
for and back in the box.

- You need a drink.

- No thanks, Lieutenant.

I'll be all right.

- Now, that took guts shooting
him.

- It certainly did.

- Still, you must've been
scared.

I'd be.

Huh, Mr. Blenny?

- I suppose I was.

- But, if you were bluffing--

- Mr. Blenny didn't know it was
a bluff.

- I guess the only answer to
that is,

I wasn't thinking.

- You weren't?

- I acted on impulse.

- Come over here a minute,
please.

You ever see him before?

- No.

- His name's Bill Grant,

he's got a place on Alvarado
Street.

Here's the address.

- Well, Mr. Blenny, Mr. Hodges.

Detective Rogers.

- How do you do, Blenny, Hodges.

We better have a look at his
place.

- Oh, Mr. Blenny.

We'll have to ask you to come
down

to headquarters with
us to make a statement.

I want to stop by
Grant's place on the way.

It's a slight inconvenience.

- Are you sure I won't be
in the way, Lieutenant?

- I'm sure.

- Well, we know one thing.

He was getting ready to leave
town.

Yeah, plane tickets.

San Juan.

But why two tickets?

- I can give you a brilliant
answer.

He wasn't going alone.

Mr. Blenny.

You know what these are?

- Yes.

- Well?

- They're payroll sheets.

- Any idea who they might belong
to?

- Yes.

Me.

- And how do you explain what
these papers

are doing here, Mr. Blenny?

- I can't, Lieutenant.

- Did you ever take them out of
the bank?

- Yes, I've taken them home, Mr.
Rogers.

- What for?

- To check them.

It saves me time during the
week.

- Well, Mr. Blenny.

Think.

Exactly when was the last
time you saw these papers?

- About two weeks ago.

- Where?

- [Oscar] In my apartment.

- Was there anybody there with
you?

- Yes.

- Who?

- My wife.

- We're married, Mr. Blenny.

- Let me ask you something, Mr.
Blenny.

Did you know these papers were
missing?

- Well, yes.

- What did you do?

- I asked my wife if she'd seen
them.

- And what did your wife say,
Mr. Blenny?

- She said no.

(knocking)

(door slams)

- What is your wife's
maiden name, Mr. Blenny?

- Eva Ashley.

- Do you own an automobile?

- Yes, I do.

- Does your wife drive it?

- Yes, she does.

Eva, my wife.

Has there been an accident?

- I'm afraid your wife is dead.

- Dead?

- Homicide.

Silvercrest Motel, victim
female.

Found by cleaning woman.

Room registered to Mr. And Mrs.
Granville.

Description of man by motel
clerk,

medium tall, gray, gray
mustache.

Grand disguise.

- Fits.

- Victim identified from
personal
effects as Yvette Ashley.

- Lieutenant.

- [Lieutenant] Yeah?

- My wife, Eva.

How did she die?

- Knife.

- Well, that explains the
payroll sheets.

She gave them to Grant.

- That's what it looks like.

- What I don't understand is,
Lieutenant,

why should she give them to
Grant?

- There were working together,
Mr. Blenny.

At least that's what your wife
thought.

- Thought?

- It happens all the time, Mr.
Blenny.

Somebody double crosses somebody
else,

and there's always a woman in
it.

- Mr. Blenny.

You better sit down.

- It's a terrible world,
Lieutenant.

- Yeah.

Ain't it?

(glass clangs)

(clapping)

- Friends and fellow workers.

We are gathered here tonight,

not only to honor Oscar Blenny,

but also to reward him.

Oscar, it is my great pleasure
to announce

that the board of directions

of the First National Mercantile

have appointed you credit
manager.

(clapping)

And for your heroism
in defending the bank,

our admiration, our gratitude,

and this check for $10,000.

(clapping)

(cheering)

As you all know, my friends,

it has long been the policy

of First National Mercantile

to reward individual effort--

- Funny, isn't it?

Oscar, the perfect sucker.

There he is now, a hero.

- Well, that's how it goes.

Some fool finally gets lucky.

- A little too lucky.

Don't you think so, Rogers?

Now look at him.

(clapping)

The eternal fall guy.

Who'd ever figure him to
have enough nerve to...

- To what?

- To pull the big one.

The perfect homicide,
and get away with it.

- Oscar?

Don't be silly.

He'd never get away with
anything.

(clapping)

(lighthearted music)

- Oscar Blenny seemed on the
threshold

of a contented life,

when suddenly there
appeared on the horizon

a cloud no bigger than a man's
hand.

Unfortunately, it happened that
the hand

was on the end of the long arm
of the law.

As for this, I've developed
a technique to master it.

No hands.

(bell rings)

(dramatic music)