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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.

Oh, hello, Mr. Newmaster.

Have 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... Mr. Newmaster, you know, I could
deliver these orders. My truck goes out

once 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 ya.

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.

Won't you come into my parlor?

That's 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 tattoos.

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?

It's 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.

Bachelor.

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

You 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 me a salad of ham.

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 come and go if you want.

Will you excuse me a minute? I've got to
go get washed up.

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.

It's 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've explained. You...

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

Poor David.

You're the one who got the surprise.

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

away from that 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 that...

Oh, David, don't make me say it again. I
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

you said to 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.

But don't worry, everything will be all
right.

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 wasn't such a nuisance,
I'd almost feel sorry for him.

I know how you feel.

But tonight you were so...

Oh, he scared me. Almost as if he...
You're so strange. Almost as if he...

Sick.

He's going to be a lot sicker if he
doesn't let you alone.

David, I hope I'm not disturbing
anything.

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 Silphides 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 Sophie.

I'd love to, but I don't think I can.
No, 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, sir.

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.

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

myself. What if 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 David.

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

got to 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.

We turn it at once.

Oh.

Darling.

Don't be like that.

If I am, 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 Kelsey.

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

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

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

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

where he's 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 it back.

Here.

Take it.

And there's a...

And 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 loves 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 in
that. 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

identify 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.

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.

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've 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

editors 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? On 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.

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

Right. Signed, William Newmaster.

Let me put the car away for you.

A man named you must have 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 he 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.

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's 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... He's
waited here. Your friend might not like

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

Come on.

There's something I want to show you.

What's my picture doing

here?

David, who lives here?

I think you'd better explain.

There's nothing to explain, darling.

The 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.

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?

Oh, hi.

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.

I have 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. The 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.

No, Dean, no!

You're not my Annabelle.

Annabelle wouldn't call the police.

Annabelle loves me.

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

Ballard 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 there.
...report that Newmaster claimed Delaney

had 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? Is Wes Carmichael there?

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

No, no, no message.

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.

Newmaster told me.

I was staying with my father.

Want to sit down?

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.

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.

Where are you going?

I just thought 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 David I understand

Sit, dear. I'm coming.

I'm sorry she woke you up.

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

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.