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Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the Alfred Hitchcock Hour.

I hope you like my new evening attire.

I'm quite proud of it. It is made of a new synthetic fabric, 100 %

spun sugar.

I wish you could see it in color. This revolutionary fabric will end cleaning

bills forever.

It is even better than wash and wear. You simply wear it.

and then eat it i especially recommend it to those of you who wish to look

refined so much for fashion tips now we come to the truly important part of the

alfred hitchcock hour after which we shall have our story

Hello, Mr. Newmaster.

You got my order ready? Oh, yes, sir.

Wouldn't seem like a Saturday without your order, Mr. Newmaster.

Here we are. Two dozen.

Getting a little late in the season. I'm going to have to charge you a little

more for these from now on.

Oh, really? How much?

Oh, about $15.

Oh, that sounds fair enough.

Here you are.

Thanks for having them ready for me. Oh, thank you, Mr. Newmaster.

Um... Co -master, you know, I could deliver these orders. My truck goes out

a day.

Oh, I'm afraid that wouldn't be practical. I'm away most of the time.

Well, have a nice weekend.

I will.

Bye -bye. See you.

David, please,

I've told you, you shouldn't be calling me like this.

Yes, of course he's here.

David, you've got to understand.

Don't you see there isn't even any point in discussing it? I'm sorry.

Now promise me you won't call here again.

Please, I've got to hang up now. Goodbye.

Oh, tell me. Let me guess.

Yes.

David. Mm -hmm?

Please, Gerald.

Don't be angry.

Oh, I'm not really angry.

A little confused, maybe, like your friend David.

I'm sure he understands now. He won't bother us again.

That's what you said last week.

But he's still calling.

Well, I made him promise this time. He won't call again.

Don't bet on it.

I don't know what else I can say.

Somehow he just refuses to accept.

Well, there's one thing he's got to accept.

You're my wife.

Not David Kelsey's.

Linda.

Won't you come into my parlor?

That spider talk.

Where's the other spider?

Oh, David's not back yet.

He'll be long any minute.

I was just fixing myself a drink. How about one? Fine.

Is this new?

Yeah.

What's it supposed to be, anyway?

David picked it out. It's not my taste.

Looks like something he got out of one of his test tubes.

Now, Wes, don't be disloyal to your profession.

I guess I'll have to ask David about it.

Here we go.

See what you think of my chemistry.

Your chemistry's good, too.

How many have you had?

Oh, 37. I've been drinking all afternoon just to get up enough courage to ask

you to come to the company dance with me.

Oh, I was hoping to go with David.

Speaking of David... Were we?

Do you suppose that's where he goes on these weekends to visit some girl?

Not any of my business if he did.

I'm sorry, Wes.

You two are so close.

I was just curious.

Well, as a matter of fact, he goes up into the country to visit his father. He

leaves early Saturday morning and comes back Sunday night.

Where does his father live?

I don't know.

Somewhere up near Ballard.

You've never met him then? No.

Well, I gather his father's some sort of invalid.

David doesn't talk about him much.

David's not very easy to talk to.

I'm not interrupting anything, am I?

No, I'm sorry to say.

It's nice to see you, Linda.

David. Fix you a drink?

I'll get it.

Bachelors. When was the last time you two did the dishes around here?

Know what this place lacks is a woman's touch.

Which one of the two of you does the cooking?

David does.

He has two specialties, charred steak and burnt toast.

All he can do is bake beans out of a can.

How would you both like to come to my house for dinner some night?

I cook an exceptional fried chicken.

How about tomorrow night?

I'm afraid I can't. I'll be tied up until late at the plant.

We don't have to have dinner early.

No, I better not.

But you two can go if you want.

Excuse me, Matt.

David.

Do you realize that I haven't seen you in almost a year?

I know.

David, don't you remember last week when you called, you said you wouldn't phone

anymore? Yes, of course, but I'm not phoning now. I'm here.

Aren't you going to invite me in?

Well, I'm afraid that Gerald is taking a nap. He worked late last night.

A bit of a mess. You'll have to forgive me.

Forgive you?

There's nothing to forgive, darling.

I understand. I've always understood you. Ever since we met and ever since we

fell in love.

It's my fault all this happened.

But it has happened, David. You'll have to understand.

I never should have left town last year without telling you.

But I heard about this fantastic opportunity at Cheswick Fabrics.

$20 ,000 a year.

Just imagine it, Annabelle. A house in the country with a rose garden.

Everything we always dreamed of.

You never explained. You never even came back to see me. I wanted to surprise

you.

Poor David.

I guess you're the one who got the surprise.

Oh, I know how you must have felt with me gone and wanting to get away from

family of yours.

And then Gerald came along and you married him on the rebound, didn't you?

Maybe that did have something to do with it at first.

But not any longer.

Since I married Gerald, I've come to realize... Oh, David, don't make me say

again. I've told you on the phone how I feel.

You've got to accept facts.

But I am accepting facts, darling.

Don't you think I know how it was when I called?

He was standing right there, eavesdropping, and he heard everything

me, didn't he?

But you don't have to pretend anymore.

We both know you made a mistake, but that's all over now.

We're going to be together. You can get a divorce.

But there isn't going to be any divorce.

You heard me.

There isn't going to be any divorce.

Gerald.

Well, I'm sorry to meet you under such awkward circumstances.

We don't have to meet at all.

Yeah? It's all right, honey.

I'll take care of it.

Now, Mr. Kelsey, I suggest you leave now.

I don't know what you think you're doing.

But whatever it is, I'm going to put a stop to it right now.

You're not to see Annabelle again.

And you're not going to make any long -distance phone calls.

Is that clear?

David, please go.

Don't you see it's no use?

Of course, I see now. He's just exactly what I expected.

Jealous, possessive, domineering. I've had just about... Don't let him go.

You're right.

There's no sense in making a scene.

Don't worry. Everything will be all right.

Bye, darling.

I'm sorry.

He just doesn't seem to understand how we feel about each other.

He doesn't want to understand.

David is a dreamer. He always was.

And you fell in love with a guy like that?

I thought I had until I met you.

Oh.

You know, if he... If he wasn't such a nuisance, I'd almost feel sorry for him.

I know how you feel.

Tonight he was so... So how he scared me. Almost as if he... He was so

strange. Almost as if he was... Sick.

He's going to be a lot sicker.

If he doesn't let you alone.

David, I hope I'm not disturbing you.

No, of course not. Come on in.

Oh, sit down.

I seem to remember Wes saying something about you like the ballet. Right.

I like some of the classical ones like Les Sulfides and Swan Lake.

Did you know the Russian ballet was going to be in town?

No, I didn't.

As a matter of fact, the evening of the 30th, they're doing so feed.

I'd love to, but I don't think I can, though. The 30th is a Saturday.

Oh, you're busy that Saturday. Mm -hmm. I go to the country every weekend.

Oh, that's right. Wes did say you spend the weekends with your father.

Yes, I'm sorry, Linda.

The ballet hasn't been here for more than two years. Do you think maybe just

this once you could see your father on Sunday instead?

No, I don't think so. He'd never forgive me if I didn't come up.

Anyway, I enjoy going out to the country on the weekend.

But thanks for asking.

Excuse me a second.

I've got to get back.

work, huh?

I give up.

Well, it's certainly worth trying. He's a very unusual guy for a chemist.

Yeah, for a chemist.

Well, he is the most attractive and the youngest around here and the most

brilliant. And let's change the subject.

You're not going to give up.

Oh, Daisy, I don't know what else to do without making a complete fool of

myself. What's up? You struck out on the company dance.

Well, maybe he doesn't like dancing.

He struck out on the ballet.

So, he still doesn't like dancing.

Why don't I dig out his personnel file and see what his hobbies are?

Daisy, don't, please.

Healthy, Daisy.

Date of birth, April 5th, 1936.

Parents, deceased.

Schooling, University of Virginia. Let me see that.

All right, you up?

Right. Give my regards to your dad.

Thanks, I'll do that.

Yes, David, of course it's beautiful.

But I can't accept presents from you, especially such an expensive one.

Don't you understand?

You shouldn't do such things. I am married.

No, that's out of the question. I couldn't possibly meet you, and you've

stop calling me like this.

Goodbye, David.

Not again.

What could I do? He called long distance. You heard me hang up on him.

Sure.

Where'd this come from?

A special messenger delivered it just now while you were at the store.

Diamonds.

He must be out of his mind.

You told him you were sending it back.

I'll return it at once.

Oh.

Darling.

Don't be like that.

If I am, I... I suppose it's because I can't afford to buy you anything like

that. Who needs it?

Now you just sit here and relax.

Sure.

How about fixing some coffee?

Gerald?

Gerald?

Look, I invited you here to cook dinner, not to clean house.

I'm almost through.

Let the dishes alone.

Just a minute.

Wait, I... No.

Who do you think that can be?

There's only one way to find out.

I'd like to speak to David Kelty.

He's not here.

This is his apartment, isn't it?

Yes, we share it. But he's gone to the country. He won't be back until tomorrow

night. Well, this is very important.

I'd like to reach him there.

Something I have to deliver to him in person.

Well, can't it wait until Monday? You can reach him at the factory. I have to

out of town Monday. I'm going to St. Louis.

Oh, this is Miss Brennan. I'm sorry, I didn't get... Delaney. Gerald Delaney.

Uh, I'm Wes Carmack. How do you do? Now, if you could just give me that address

where you're staying.

Well, I don't have it. I really have to locate him.

Well, I don't know where he is exactly.

I do.

I think you can locate him at 66 Ballard Road in Ballard.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Whose address did you give him?

David's father.

Gerald. Surprised?

How did you find this place?

Never mind.

My wife sends this back.

Here.

Take it.

And there's a...

There's a message that goes with it from my wife.

She says for you to stop calling.

To keep away from her. She never wants to see you again.

I don't believe that. You're lying.

And I'm telling you, Kelsey, stay away from Annabelle. Get out of here.

Not till you promise to stay away from Annabelle. Wait a minute.

What do you think you're doing?

Now listen to me, Kelsey.

Annabelle loved me.

Don't you understand that?

She loves me, not you.

She never has loved you.

She never will love you.

And I don't even want her picture now. Don't touch that!

It's me she loves.

Annabelle loves me.

We have now reached that part of our program wherein the local stations

themselves. There seems to be doubt as to who they are.

Naturally, I would be the first to admit the psychological importance of their

identifying, as well as justifying their existence.

Ergo, this station break.

I shall see you at its conclusion.

Welcome back to the Alfred Hitchcock Hour.

When you were here last, we were showing a message from our sponsor.

We might as well pick up where we left off.

Well, I guess that's it.

You can type up Mr. Newmaster's statement now.

Just one carbon.

When Peggy comes in tomorrow, she can make up a batch.

A regular stenographer doesn't work on Sundays.

Just the boss.

It's been a long night.

It sure has.

I want to thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Newmaster.

You're a newspaper man.

Guess you know how important it is for us to be sure of our facts.

If you could only give us a lead.

Sure. But all I can say is what I told you.

A perfect stranger came knocking at the door asking for a man named Parker.

I could see right away he was drunk.

Well, Doc hasn't made out the coroner's report yet, but... Well, he told me over

the phone.

The lady must have had four or five drinks.

Oh, more than that.

I'd say.

But then when I told him there was no one named Parker staying there, he got

abusive and tried to force his way in.

And that's where he pulled the gun, huh?

I tried to close the door.

I intended to call your office.

Are you sure there was no struggle?

You didn't try to go for the gun and push him away?

No, I'm terrified of guns.

It's funny.

The gun wasn't even loaded.

Well, we finished out at your place.

Doc's working on the body, and we've got your statement.

Oh, well, then can I leave?

Because I plan to drive into New York this afternoon. I have to see some

about some assignments in the morning.

All right, Mr. Newmaster.

Just in case, where can we get in touch with you?

I'll be staying at the Hotel Barton on 46th Street.

Barton? 9 .46.

Delaney's widow may want to talk to you.

In any case, we'll need you back here for the inquest on Wednesday morning.

Inquest? Oh, of course.

Hello?

I'd like to send a telegram to Annabelle Delaney,

3852 Lankersham Street.

Yes. Loomis, New York.

Double O.

I have important information regarding

your husband's accident.

Would you come to my home, 66 Ballard Road,

that's in Ballard, New York, at 6 o 'clock this evening.

Right. Signed, William Newmaster.

What are you doing here?

Let me put the car away for you.

A man named Newmaster sent a wire asking me to meet him here. Yes, I know. He's

a friend of mine. He's been delayed, and I promised that I'd wait here with you

until they got back.

He told me what happened.

Oh, David.

I'm so glad you're here.

I know, darling, I know.

The sheriff's office called this morning.

I didn't know what to do.

I just can't believe it. Don't cry.

Here.

Thank you.

Better?

I can't think. I don't know what to do.

There's nothing to worry about, darling.

Didn't you once tell me that Gerald was an orphan?

Yes.

Well, then there's nothing to worry about.

Just a quiet funeral.

I'll make all the necessary arrangements.

But the sheriff said something about an inquest.

Oh, that's just a formality.

But let's not talk about it here. Let's go inside.

David, I still don't understand.

You said that the man who owns this house... He was a friend of yours.

I met him a long time ago before my parents died.

Oh, I've known him for years.

You never spoke of him?

Well, when I was with you, I never thought about him.

Oh, what do you think?

It's very nice.

I thought you'd like it.

Come on in.

Wouldn't it be better if we... If we waited here, your friend might not like

Oh, don't worry about it. He won't mind.

What's

my

picture doing here?

David, who lives here?

I think you'd better explain.

There's nothing to explain, darling.

Brooch!

It's yours.

Everything here is yours.

I thought you would have known that by now.

I don't know anything.

How did this brooch come here?

David, tell me the truth.

I love you.

But then if you love me, tell me the truth.

If I love you.

How dare you even hint that I don't?

Everything I've always done was for you.

I've always had you on my mind, darling.

When I took the job, it was for you.

And when I bought this house, it was for you.

This is your house?

And you're William Newmaster. You sent me that telegram.

You killed Gerald.

Oh, no, no. It was an accident.

Where are you going?

You're not going to call the police, are you?

Well, why?

They need never know.

They think I'm Newmaster.

And Gerald's dead. And you're free.

And we can be together, just the two of us, just the way we've always dreamed.

That was your dream, David.

You have got to face the facts once and for all. I don't love you. I never loved

you.

That's not true.

I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't listen.

You were always off in that dream world of your own.

But it's real.

Everything is real. The furniture's real. This house is real.

Everything.

Listen to me, David.

If Gerald's death was an accident, the police won't do anything to you. They'll

see to it that you get help.

What do you mean? I don't need help.

Please try to understand.

You've been pretending so long now.

You don't know what...

What's true anymore, or what isn't?

Oh, yes, I do.

You're the one that's pretending.

Who are you?

Who are you?

You know who I am?

Oh, of course, now I know.

You're an imposter, aren't you? You're one of Gerald's friends.

Let's go, dear!

Annabelle wouldn't call the police.

Annabelle loves you.

Industry set the stage today for a united effort to seize the initiative in

labor negotiations.

It is now hoped that the strike, which was scheduled for next Monday at

midnight, may be averted.

On the local scene, the Ballard County Sheriff's Office reports the death of

Gerald Delaney, 31 years of age, of 3852 Lancashire Street, Loomis, New York.

Delaney's death late last night was reported by William Newmaster of 66

Road. According to Newmaster, Delaney was attempting to force his way into the

Ballard Road residence.

When he fell and struck his head... Hello, may I speak to Wes Carmichael,

please? ...caused by a cerebral concussion pending the coroner's report.

Thank you, thank you. I'll try this. Reports that Newmaster claimed Delaney

been drinking heavily and tried to force his way in, threatening Newmaster with

a gun.

Delaney was dead when the police arrived at the scene.

Hello? Elsewhere on... Is Wes Carmichael there? ...claims engulfed arrest home

at 430... I know he's been away. I thought perhaps he'd returned. ...from

building. Firemen said several... No, no, no message. ...in the structure.

It is not yet known whether any perished or suffered injury.

Six fire companies under Platoon Commander John Rogers rushed to the

try and contain the fire.

United States Marshal's Office late today held John 55 of Broadridge in the

death of another...

Linda, I didn't expect you.

I rang, but there was no answer.

Well, come on in. Sit down.

I'll fix you a drink. Thank you, David.

It's nice to see you, Linda.

Let me take your coat.

Nice to see you too, David.

I just wanted to make sure nothing was wrong.

Of course not. What could be wrong?

Well, I heard the report on the radio.

Oh, you mean about Gerald?

It was an accident.

He slipped.

You were here.

No.

No.

Newmaster told me.

I was staying with my father.

Want to sit down?

David.

David, listen to me.

For your own sake.

Stop pretending.

Your father's dead.

There isn't any new master.

This is your own house, isn't it?

Mm -hmm.

Oh, and I bought it under another name.

I even made up identification and references.

But... Why, David?

Well, I just wanted to keep it a secret until I could bring Annabelle here and

surprise her with it.

She's here now, you know.

Yeah.

I'd like you to meet her.

Nobody knows about us being here.

Annabelle wants to be alone with me.

And that's why we're not telling anybody.

You might want to be alone, David.

You're not going to tell anyone about us?

No, no, I wouldn't do that.

You're not going to bring anyone here, are you?

Annabelle wants to be alone with me.

I understand.

Dick, dear, I'm coming.

I'm sorry she woke you up.

I thought there for a minute she was going to stay.

I know.

We waited a long, long time, Annabelle.

But now we can enjoy our house.

I knew you'd like it. Our tastes have always been the same.

Well, there's lots of places we can go. Things we can do and see.

But we'll always want to come back to our house.

It's been a long time.

But from now on, we're going to be together.

Thus concludes the story of Annabelle and the Capricious Chemist.

As for my change of costume, I'm afraid our synthetic fabric has turned out to

be somewhat less than successful.

I was feeding a horse a lump of sugar, and somehow he began nibbling my sleeve.

He just didn't know when to stop.

Next week we shall return with more news of the world of science. Another

story... some commercials, and a new suit of clothes for yours truly. Until

then, good night.