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("Alfred Hitchcock" theme music)

- Good evening, television
consumers.

You will be very much interested
in these latest products

of the scientific mind.

They will placed on street
corners, drug stores,

hotel lobbies, et cetera.

These are not telephone booths.

Television booths.

No matter where you are,

you can slip into one of these
and by depositing a dime,

can view three minutes of
this wondrous art form.

How often have you had to
go to the corner drugstore

on an errand, and then never
learned how a play ended?

Now you need no longer be
chained to your home set.

In one city where the
television booth was introduced,

a gentleman ventured from
his home for the first time

since 1947.

His wife reports that he
walked out of the house

with $50 worth of dimes and
has not been seen since.

Because so many people are
used to seeing television

from a horizontal position,

either slumped down,
feet on the coffee table,

or while lying in bed,

every other booth is constructed

with a TV screen in the floor

so you can look at the
picture through your feet.

But we must begin our show.

If you have paid a dime

and one of your three minutes

turns out to be this next one,

you have my sympathy.

But we shall keep the dime.

(mysterious music)

(slow piano music)

(doorbell buzzes)

- [Linda] Oh, darling, that
will be enough of that, dear.

- Good morning, it is
Mrs. Mallory, isn't it?

I'm afraid you don't know me,
I'm the Reverend George Locke.

I wonder if I might speak to
your husband?

- Well, I'm expecting him back
any moment.

Won't you come in?

- Thank you.

- Dear, that will be enough now,
please?

We have a guest.

Won't you sit down, Reverend?

- This, this isn't Anne, is it?

- No, this is our younger
daughter, Barbara.

Barbie, this is Reverend Locke.

- Pleased to meet you, Reverend.

- Delighted.

- Now why don't you go upstairs
and put your dress on, dear,

'cause Daddy's gonna be home any
minute.

Hurry up.
- Yes, Mommy.

- Well, now, h-how stupid of me,

Anne, Anne would be almost
14 by now, wouldn't she?

- Is that why you're here,
Reverend?

Is it about Anne?

- As a matter of fact, it is.

- Is there some problem?

- No, no, it's purely a personal
matter,

which if you don't mind,

I should prefer to
discuss with your husband.

- Yes, of course.

- You see, I was chaplain
at the Seabrook State Prison

in the Smokies many years ago,
and I had occasion to know

your adopted daughter's real
father,

before that wretched man's
unhappy death.

(horn beeps)

(engine revving)

(horn beeps)

- Anne, you're late.

You know the stores close
early on Saturday, dear.

- I'm sorry.

- Your dress is on your bed.

- Why can't I go like this?

- Anne.
- All right, Mother, I'll--

- And don't shout, your father
has a visitor in his office.

- Who is it?

- No one you know, go in, hurry
up.

- I got what, what in my office?

- Your visitor is a Reverend
Locke.

- Reverend, what did I do now?

Reverend Locke?

- (chuckles) Charming
family, Ranger Mallory.

- Oh, thank you.
- Charming.

I cannot tell you how pleased I
am,

both to meet you and to
find out that the daughter

of that unfortunate man
is in such loving hands.

- Excuse me.

She's upstairs right now,

and she's going out in a few
minutes.

I think my wife explained about
it.

- Oh, yes, yes, yes.

And since the child remembers
nothing of the past,

I can see how important
it is to both of you

that she continue to believe
your, your little fabrication.

That she was adopted by
you at the age of three

after the peaceful and
entirely normal demise

of her mother and her father.

Yeah, I tell you it's
remarkable that a child

of such a tragedy should
be so happy and so normal.

- Why?

- Well, your wife did mention
a few visits to a Dr. Holt?

- Well, that had to do
with her schoolwork,

and my wife explained that, too.

- Well, yes, but a psychiatrist?

Just because of some minor
anxiety

over a future scholarship?

Or perhaps there was something
more?

- Look, Reverend, this is a,
kind of a personal matter.

- Oh, sir, my, my, my apologies.

- No, Anne is a perfectly normal
child,

she has a brilliant mind, very
brilliant.

She has a desire to excel
in everything she does.

But she, she blames herself

if she's not 100% perfect in
everything.

- Yes.

- And she demands too much of
herself,

but Dr. Holt says that,
that these are symptoms

of things that are essentially
good.

- Yeah, your vehemence in her
defense

is very touching, Mr. Mallory.

Still, it must be a source
of great worry to you,

the thought that this child
might turn out

to be like her father.

- Well, that's a stupid thing to
say.

- Perhaps, but then, you see,
I happen to know a good deal

about psychiatry, it's
very useful in my work.

And I am sure Dr. Holt
must have warned you

of the extreme danger to a
child,

especially such an emotional
child,

if she were to learn the
truth about her real parents,

and how they died.

- Look, Reverend, I, I, I
don't like your, your manner.

For a clergyman, you--

- Ahh, but then, you see, I
am not really a clergyman.

Hmm, no, actually, I am a
businessman.

And I am here on a matter of
business.

- What business?

- Blackmail.

- I don't know what stupid
idea you've got in your head.

I think the state police'll
know what to do with you.

- Please, don't make the mistake

of thinking I am stupid, Mr.
Mallory.

Blackmail is my profession.

You surely don't think I
would have come here like this

unless I'd taken some
precautions first.

I think perhaps I'd better
introduce you

to my associate, before
you do anything rash.

- Your associate.

- There is, as you know, a
telephone booth

in the picnic area at Lookout
Point,

which is visible from this
window.

I shall now dial that booth.

When it rings, then my
associate, Mr. Parker,

will emerge from the booth,
signal twice toward us,

and then disappear into the
forest.

There, you see?

You haven't the faintest
idea what he looks like,

or where to find him, and
he has his instructions.

Now if anything should happen to
me,

then he will do, very
quietly and anonymously,

he will do what I shall be
forced to do

unless you and I can
come to an understanding.

Now, shall we have our little
chat?

- What do you want?

- $6000, by Monday night.

- 6000.

- Oh, I realize you're a little
shocked,

but it's really not so
terrible as all that.

See, I happen to know that
you have a savings account

for the children, and any
small difference in the amount

can be made up with a bank loan,

using this house as security.

What can you do?

You can either call the
police, or you could kill me.

But either way, you'll
have utterly destroyed

your precious little Anne,

because there's always Mr.
Parker.

He's an unhappy young man.

He's almost vicious.

I'm afraid he might
take a certain pleasure

in telling the child that her
real father

bludgeoned her mother to
death in a drunken rage

and then hanged himself.

I can hear him now.

"Little girl, your father
was a murderer and a suicide.

"Maybe there's some of him in
you."

All her life, she'll wonder,

"Am I insane, like my real daddy
was?"

- Oh, shut up!

- "Will I commit suicide
like my real daddy--"

- Just shut up, shut up!

(knocking on door)

- Daddy?

Can I come in?

- Honey, well, what do you want?

- I'm sorry, Daddy, I thought
that--

- No, I'm still here, my dear.

But I very much wanted to meet
you.

Now, this is Anne, isn't it?

- Yes.

- Your father and I have
been having a little chat

about old times.

- I, I didn't mean to barge in,
Daddy,

but I'm, I'm looking for
my tray of test tubes.

You didn't see them around any?

- I haven't seen them, no.

- [Linda] Uh, Anne, we're late!

- Go on, baby, your
mother's waiting, hurry.

- Next time, when you're
not in such a hurry,

perhaps we can have a little
talk about,

well, about science, I hear
you're a very brilliant student.

- Goodbye, Daddy.

- Goodbye, baby.

Go on.
- Goodbye, Reverend.

- Goodbye, my dear.

Charming.

She adores you, and you
quite obviously adore her.

You'd move heaven and earth
to save her from pain.

Surely $6000 is a very small
amount to pay

for her future happiness.

- Surely, but it wouldn't
stop there, would it?

You'd bleed us again, year after
year.

- No, no, no, that kind of
blackmailer

invariably winds up in prison.

It's, it's against my
principles, Mr. Mallory.

Once I receive the money, Mr.
Parker and I

will move on to fresher fields,
out of your life forever.

- I see.

And I take your word for that,
huh?

- Unfortunately.

- Well, I'm not going to.

I'm not gonna take your word for
anything,

and I'm gonna see she's
protected from you

and your associate forever.

- Now, don't be naive, Mr.
Mallory.

What about her her, her
school friends, her playmates,

her neighbors?

You know it doesn't take very
much,

just one or two anonymous
telephone calls or letters.

You know what gossips these
small-town people are.

How long do you think it'd
be before the poor child

knew the whole morbid story?

Now, Monday night, eight
o'clock.

You will walk slowly from this
house to the picnic grounds.

You will wait there by the
telephone,

which, when it rings,
a voice will tell you

exactly where in the forest to
meet me.

Now, you'll have the
money in 10 and $20 bills,

wrapped in brown paper.

Now, no marked bills,
and no futile efforts

to contact the police.

I worked this out very
carefully, Mr. Mallory,

and if you deviate from my
instructions in any way,

I shall know it immediately.

- I won't be there.

- You'll be there, with the
money.

Good day, Mr. Mallory.

(dramatic music)

(timer buzzing)

- Oh, dear.

Darling!

Oh, oh, a great dinner we're
gonna have,

Daddy let the chickens burn.

- Mother, if you'd let me
fix the timer on the oven,

it never would have happened.

- Miss Know-it-all.

- Where's my tray of test
tubes, you little thief?

- Jim, you let the chickens
burn.

Happened, did you fall asleep?

- No.
- Well, it went off.

Did, did you even hear it?

- No, I'm sorry, darling.

- (sighs) Guess this just isn't
my day.

- Lin, listen.

- Oh, well, I'll take some
steaks out of the freezer,

that'll solve it.

(Jim mumbles)

Hey, hey, is something wrong?
- Mommy!

- [Anne] You tell me where they
are!

- Mommy, mommy, she twisted my
arm!

- She hid my test tubes!

- Anne, you, I told you not to
touch her.

If you think she's done
something wrong to you,

you're supposed to come
to me or your father.

You understand?

- Yes, Mother.

- [Linda] Barbie, did
you take her test tubes?

- She can't take a joke.

- What did you do with them,
Barbie?

- They're in the freezer.

- The freezer?

Oh, it's ruined now!

The whole experiment is ruined!

You dumb little--

- Anne!

Don't talk to your sister like
that.

Now I want you to apologize
to her, right now.

- I'm sorry.

- My arm still hurts.

- Will you stop it, all of
you, please, just stop it!

- Now, you see, you've upset
your father

with your fighting.

I want you to apologize to each
other.

- I'm sorry, Barbie.

I'm sorry, Mother.

I'm sorry, Daddy. (crying)

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
(sobs)

- [Jim] Anne, baby.

- Barbie, go put some baked
potatoes

in the oven for Mommy, please.

- [Barbara] Yes, Mommy.

- Go to her, Jim.

You're the only one she'll talk
to when she gets like this.

- All right; Linda?

- Yes?

- I have to talk to you when we
can.

- (sighs) I'll, I'll tell
you when dinner's ready.

- Hydrogen, plus water, react
to yield sodium hydroxide

plus hydrogen gas. (sighs)

I looked at it for the
first time just now,

and I already know it.

Just like that.

Aren't you proud of me?

I know all that,

and I don't know anything.

I, I don't know how to be good,
or kind,

or how to make people happy.

I don't want to hurt Barbie,
ever.

I love her and Mother, but,

but something inside of me
just...

I don't know.

And, and I made you angry, too,
Daddy.

Yes, yes.
- No.

- Yes, this afternoon
when you were talking

to the reverend, I didn't mean
to.

But I did.

It just seems that nothing I do
or...

I don't know, it's just
not simple like, like this.

I love you, Daddy.

- I love you too.

Right now, I'm starving to
death, too.

Let's go help your mother, huh?

Come on, get out of here, go on.

- $6000.

(distant upbeat piano music)

That's the most ridiculous
thing I ever heard.

Do you mean he actually sat
there and,

and said this to you?

What did you do?

- I didn't do anything.

That's the horrible part of it.

It all seemed so weird, he sat
there,

calm and smiling.

- Jim, Jim, you don't,
you don't really think

he'd tell Anne, do you?

- I think he would, I'm sure of
it.

- Did you call the police?

- How could I, after what
he threatened to do to Anne?

- But, Jim, we have to, we
can't cope with this ourselves.

- I've been hammering at this
thing in my mind for hours.

Of course I wanna go to
the police, but we can't!

- They can help us, they can,
they can tell us what to do.

Jim, they handle hundreds
of these blackmail cases

every year.
- Not like this one.

- Jim, I know how you feel
about Anne, what might happen--

- They have never handled
anybody like Locke,

he's thought of everything.

- Well, they can at least advise
us,

it, it can't do any harm, can
it?

- Once we tell anybody about
Anne,

who knows where it'll end?

Police gossip, a tip to the
newspapers.

- But we wouldn't have to
tell 'em about Anne's father,

we could just say that, well,
some stranger named Locke

is blackmailing us, and leave it
at that.

- Now, you can't just, I don't
know, maybe you're right,

maybe that's all we can do.

But not right now, huh?

Tomorrow, in the morning.

- But Jim, he said Monday night.

We don't have that much time.

- I know that, I've gotta think.

- Look, Jim, don't take it out
on me.

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

You're right about the police.

- I don't wanna be right or
wrong, Jim, I,

I just want us to find some
way out of this nightmare.

(quirky music)

- Hmm.

Well, that's as close as I can
come to Locke's appearance,

but it's, it's, he's
got a long, thin face.

- I'm sorry to bore you

with all this identification
routine, Jim.

At least we know our man
has no previous arrests

for blackmail in this area.

You have no idea what his
accomplice, Parker, looks like?

You know, there's a chance
if we pick Locke up,

that Parker'll give it up as a
bad job

and hightail it out of the
state.

- Chance, Hank, I can't take any
chances.

- Well, then, we'll have to
pick 'em both up together.

- Be kinda tough; this
guy's smart, he's clever.

- Jim, money's involved.

He'll have a rendezvous set up
somewhere,

for tomorrow night or soon
afterwards.

Now if you're willing to
keep that appointment,

give him the packet of
counterfeit bills,

I'm sure that we can zero in on
Locke,

follow him until he joins
Parker,

and pick 'em both up together.

- Well, sure, I'm willing
to do anything, but, but,

well, what if he suspects
he's being followed?

- We're not exactly amateurs at
this job.

- Oh, I know that, Hank,
but have you ever tried

to track anybody in a forest?

- We have quite an effective
field communication system,

similar to your walkie
talkie, but less conspicuous.

Our men'll move into your forest
area

early in the afternoon,

as if they're one of your fire
crews.

They'll fade off into
the brush one at a time

and wait for night.

When one of 'em spots Locke,
he'll radio the others.

Each one'll pick 'em up in turn,
by radio,

without moving, until
he leaves the forest.

Then I'll put a normal tail on
him.

- That's awful complicated,

be so easy for something to go
wrong.

- Oh, Jim, we've taken
your story in faith.

You won't even tell us why
you're being blackmailed,

and we've accepted that up until
now.

Now the least you can do in
return

is let us handle our job our
way.

- But how can you be sure?

- We can't be sure about
anything.

We'll do our best,
that's all I can promise.

(crickets chirping)

(owl hoots)

(owl chirrups)

- Keep looking back
toward the phone booth.

You sure you didn't make
a mistake on the time?

- [Jim] Eight o'clock sharp,
Hank, I couldn't forget that.

- It's 8:25 now; any other
outdoor phone booth in this
area?

- No, mile and a half from
here, Lone Creek camping area.

This is the one he meant.

- You're sure?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

Look, how about your men?

Maybe he coulda spotted one of
'em.

- Take it easy, Jim, give
him a few more minutes.

(owl hoots)

(phone rings)

- Hello.

- Mallory, you're a fool.

Get rid of your state police
friend.

Go home, wait there, you'll hear
from me.

This is your last chance, Mr.
Mallory.

- Wait a minute, Locke--
(phone clicks)

(dial tone buzzing)

- Was it him?

- He hung up.

- Jim, how did it go?

- [Barbara] Mommy, I want you.

- He didn't show, he saw
right through the police trap.

- [Barbara] Mommy!

- Oh, Barbie has an earache,
I'll be right down, dear.

- Where's Anne?

- She's reading to Barbie.

- I'm gonna pay him off,
police can't protect us.

- Oh, but Jim, the $6000
won't be the end of it.

- There isn't any other way.

- Without even consulting me?

- I'm consulting you now.

- (sighs) Oh, I, I'm so
confused, you,

you make me feel so guilty.

- I'm sorry.

- Only if there was just some
other way.

Jim, why don't we tell her
ourselves?

- No.
- Then it wouldn't matter

what Locke did.

- And we destroy her, can't you
see that?

- Look, Jim, I love Anne,
too, but we'll destroy us

as a family if we pay that
terrible man.

Jim, why don't we try the
police just once more,

and tell them about Anne's
father, it will at least

give them a lead on Parker and
Locke.

- We've been all through that.

- We can protect her.

- How, lock her in her room?

She has to live, doesn't
she, go to school,

see the other kids?

You know how cruel children can
be.

- I know, I know, Jim.

- Remember what Dr. Holt
said, this is a particularly

vulnerable time for her.

Now maybe if she was a little
bit older,

we could risk it, but not now.

- Stop hammering at me.

- Well, can't you understand

what a thing like this'd do to
her?

- Why do you always put her
first?

(phone rings)

- Hello.

- Mallory, did you enjoy your
little wait?

You're very silent tonight.

Is that because you've finally
learned

the state police can't help you?

- All right, tell me where and
when

to meet you with the money.

(owl hoots)

- You're late.

Where's the package?

- The bank won't let me have
our money until tomorrow.

- You're lying.

- Not lying, they just
don't hand you $6000.

I've gotta have more time.

- I want the money now.

- I'll have it for you
in the morning, I'll,

I promise you, now,
it's the best I can do.

(owl hoots)

- Every extra second
means more danger for me.

I oughta tell that stupid,
gawky little brat of yours,

just out of spite.

- Listen, you.

- Now, now, now, now, one more
chance.

I'll, I'll phone
instructions, and Mallory,

we got an agreement.

Tomorrow morning, then I'll
be out of your life forever.

- You say one word to her, I'll
kill you.

Hear?

I'll kill you!

(owl hoots)

(crickets chirping)

(stick crackles)

- (chuckles) Way you jumped,
boy,

you'd think somebody's fixin' to
kill you.

- Ahh, you're drinking again,
you fool.

I told you to stay at the motel.

What if the police were to find
out?

- You know something, boy,
I don't give a soft jawin'

about no police, you're my man,

and I ain't about to let
you skip out on me now.

Where is it?

- Can't get the money out of
the bank till tomorrow morning.

- Boy, you ain't a very good
liar,

now where you hidin' it?

- I'm not hiding it.

- All right, just for that,

ol' Odie is liable to keep all
the money.

I mean, after all, I'm the
one sicced you onto Mallory

and that little Annie girl.

- You fool, I tell you,
he didn't bring the money.

- You know something, boy?

I'm gettin' mighty tired
of you callin' me that.

(bottle crashes)

(both grunting)

Where is it, boy, huh?

Boy, where is it?

I'm waitin', boy.

I'm waitin'!

Huh, boy, where is it?

(dramatic music)

Hey, boy.

Wake up, boy.

(suspenseful music)

- Our story will continue
in a few moments.

Just now, we must observe
the quasi-folk ritual

of the station break.

Actually, the station break was
designed

for a very useful purpose.

It keeps the two halves of a
show

from bumping into one another.

I hate to break this to you,

but the opinions expressed
during the past two minutes

do not represent those of our
sponsor.

We have yet to hear from him.

However, following that, we
shall have the second half

of "Night of the Owl."

(quirky music)

(dramatic music)

(airplane buzzing)

- Who needs us, smoke jumpers?

Better leave Timmons up there.

Bomb that crown fire, south of
the tower.

Here comes Jim now, I'll get
back to you.

Over.

- Sam.

- On the ridge or down
below, you old smoke eater?

- Backfire's got it licked
up north, how's it here?

- Well, we got a line hacked
out southwest of the cliff.

She oughta hold 'er.

Air control's got the whole
first slope.

The wind shifts, we're in
trouble.

- Well, then we wet down
the south break, huh?

- I'm going back in with these
fellows

as soon as they get their
breath.

- I'll be right with you.

- Well, this is where she
started.

And there's the poor
devil that started her.

Burned himself up, most likely.

Lord preserve us from careless
people.

- Yeah.

(dramatic music)

- What's the matter, Jim, you
know him?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I know him.

- You must be dog-tired,
what with no sleep all night.

But I guess you fellows are
used to it, this fire-wetting.

- Yeah.

- You have a tough time
gettin' this one under control?

- Nah, not, not much.

- There's the milk.

- Better read it first.

Mind if we ask you a few more
questions?

- Uh, Mallory was nice
enough to come down here

and give us a complete
statement right away.

I don't think we should keep him

from his home any longer.
- That's, that's all right.

- I just talked to the coroner,
Captain.

You were right in assuming
it was murder, Jim.

Locke was strangled.

The concussions, evidence of a
struggle,

all point to an act borne of
great anger.

Must have been quite a shock to
you.

And a relief, when you saw that
body.

What makes you think
that Parker killed Locke?

- Who else?

- Too bad we don't know more
about him.

- I told you all I could, Hank.

- Not much to go on, is it?

You say that you saw him on
Saturday.

You say that Locke talked about
him.

Seems to be about all
we know about the man.

So far, he's just a name,
sort of will-o'-the-wisp.

It might help if you told us now

why you're being blackmailed.

- Hank, I told you, I
can't, and I'm sorry.

- Jim, a man's been murdered.

You're withholding relevant
information.

- I think we've had enough
for one night, Lieutenant.

- Now, look, let, let's just
get it over with, now, huh?

- This eight o'clock meeting you
had.

How long were you with Locke?

- Couple of minutes, that's all,
no more.

- Where'd you go after
leaving him, straight home?

- Nah, I was, I was
upset, I wanted to think.

- Where'd you go?

- Sat up on the hill in back of
the house.

And after that I went inside,

and the phone rang about the
fire.

- What time was that?

- Well, you know what time
that was, it was around nine.

- What were you so upset about?

- Look, what do you want
me to say, I was upset

because I killed Locke, huh?

- Did you kill him?

- Yes, in my mind.

A hundred times, I wanted to.

But I didn't.

- Are you trying to tell me
this is what disturbs you?

The thought that you might
have been a murderer?

- That's all, Mallory.

Sorry we've tried your patience,

you've been very cooperative.

Still, after we've done
a little looking around,

we may wanna talk to you again.

- Sign this?

(dramatic music)

- No, no, don't, Annie, Annie!

- Daddy?

Daddy, you all right?

You had a nightmare.

- Why aren't you in school?

- I'm home already.

You slept all day.

- Oh.

- Want me to rub your
forehead with the witch hazel?

- No.

- You take care of me
when I have a bad dream.

Now I can take care of you.

- I'm fine now.

- You're worried.

It has something to do with me,
hasn't it?

- Oh, it doesn't have
anything to do with you.

- Anne, did you wake your father
up?

- I was awake already.

(phone rings)

- Darling, why don't you
go finish your homework?

- I've finished.

- Hello?

- Yes, but Daddy wants
some privacy, go on, dear.

- Oh, sorry.

- Who?

- It's Odie Parker, boy, that's
who.

Now listen, boy, and listen
good.

I need a thousand, quick.

That's all it's gonna cost you,
now,

1000 green ones, and I'm gonna
keep my big mouth shut, hear?

- What do you want me to do?

- Put the money in a envelope.

Soon as it gets dark, bring it
around to the picnic ground.

Big ol' trash can, chained to a
tree.

You stash the cash under the
trash, huh?

And then get.

- All right.

- And no high jinks, boy.

I'm pickin' it up in my own
sweet time.

If I smell a cop, that's it, I
mean your little Annie girl's

gonna wish she'd never been
born.

Yeah?

- Yes.

- Parker?

- He's cut the price to
1000, he wants it tonight.

- (sighs) Well, all we'll
have to do is tell the police,

and, and they'll set a trap for
him.

- He's not that much of a fool,

there's no telling when he
could pick up the money,

might be days.

- Well, they, they can wait him
out.

- They don't even think there is
a Parker.

I've gotta prove 'em wrong
or they'll go right on

thinking I killed Locke.

I'll have to do it myself, go it
alone,

wait him out and bring him in.

- [Linda] But Jim, you
can't, he's desperate,

he's killed a man already!

Oh, Jim, there must be some
other way.

- There isn't any other way,
Lin.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(owl hoots)

(owl chirrups)

(suspenseful music)

(owl hoots)

(leaves rustle)

Don't move.

- Mallory?

- Drop that.

Come on, drop it, I'm
pointin' a .38 right at ya.

Now climb down here.

Come on.

- Hey, whatcha gonna do
if I don't come down, huh?

You gonna shoot me outta this
tree?

Huh-huh, might just call that
murder, boy.

Hey, I know, you gonna
come up here after me, huh?

Yeah, just me an' you,
all by our own selves,

in this big, bad forest.

You better get along home,
ranger boy, 'fore it's too late.

- All right, down.

- Make me, ranger boy.

Just try and make me.

Gon' be a long wait.

Hey, how long you figure that
flashlight's

gonna hold out, huh?

- [Anne] Daddy?

- Stay back, there, Annie, stay
there.

Don't move.

- Daddy, I tried to follow
you, but I got lost.

- Don't move, you.

Honey, you run home, tell your
mother

to call the state police.

Have her say I'm up here with
Parker.

You understand?

- Yes, Daddy.

- Annie girl, you make one
little move,

I'm gonna kill your daddy.

- Don't believe him,
honey, I'm pointin' a gun

right at him, now run.

- She don't wanna see her little
old daddy

layin' dead on the ground,
do you, Annie girl?

- [Jim] Shut up!

Go on, Annie!

- Don't you see, she can't
move far, she's too scared

of what her old cousin Odie
might do.

That's right!

I'm your second cousin,
twice removed, Annie girl!

- Daddy, what's he--

- Honey, will you get outta
here, please?

- Yeah, I was just little
ol' teenager in the Smokies

when a terrible thing happened
to your real pa and ma!

- Shut up, shut up, you, I'll
kill ya!

- You ain't gon' kill
me in front of her, boy!

I mean, that poor ol' gal's
got enough to live down.

- Daddy, what's he talking
about?

- Annie, I told you to
get outta here, now go on!

- Daddy!

- Your real papa killed your
real mama!

He killed her dead with a
kindling ax!

Then he hung hisself in prison!

- Daddy! (screams)

- Honey, Annie!

(dramatic music)

(owl hoots)

- Jim, I couldn't get Lieutenant
Ames,

but I did speak to the sergeant.

Jim, what happened?

- I killed him.

They'll think I killed both
of them now, Locke and Parker.

- Oh, Jim, what are we gonna do?

- Nothin' to do but wait.

Where's Anne?

- She's upstairs.

She knows, doesn't she?

I tried to explain to
her about the blackmail

and those two awful men.

She didn't even cry.

Then she finally told me about
calling the state police.

- I better...

Will you go up to her?

I can't talk to her now, please.

- Jim, she needs you more now

than she ever needed you before.

If I were thirteen, and
this had happened to me,

I'd want you to be with me.

'Cause you're the
gentlest man in the world.

- Daddy?

Oh, oh, oh, Daddy, you're all
right!

- Yeah.
- Oh, Daddy,

I was so afraid, oh, Daddy!

- Listen, now, what happened out
there...

- I don't wanna talk about it.

- We have to, come on, come on.

- You got away from that
terrible man,

and that's all that matters.

- Now, honey, what he said

about your real mother and
father, that--

- I'm sorry, Daddy.

I, I just feel so sad for them.

I wish they could have
had a happy life, like us.

And I've been thinking, Daddy,

about how much you and
Mother must love me,

and how much you loved me then.

I mean, to wanna take into your
home

a little girl whose parents died

like he said.

When you first told me I was
adopted,

you said how special I was.

Because you and Mother chose me.

I never felt special.

Until now, Daddy.

- Jim?

Lieutenant Ames is downstairs.

- Found Parker where you left
him, Jim.

Had a man watching your
house, with orders to phone in

for help rather than
follow you into the forest.

Got there as soon as we could,

but I'm afraid we were a little
bit late.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I killed him, Hank, I
killed him.

- Man like Parker takes
a lot of killin', Jim.

He was a little the worse
for wear when we found him,

but right now he's alive and
kickin'.

He knows he's gonna have
to stand trial for murder.

Wasn't too hard to get a
confession

once we found Locke's
cigarette case on him.

So, about all we need
from you is a statement

about what went on out there
tonight.

Stop by the office sometime.

(Jim exhales sharply)

(Jim laughs relievedly)

- Hank?

Thanks.

I know it would have been easier
for you

if I'da done it your way from
the start.

Linda, I, I, I gotta tell
my wife, Linda, Linda!

(dramatic music)

It saddens me to relate
that he became stuck

in a television booth, where
he eventually succumbed.

Fortunately, he had
deposited all his money,

so that the set will be
on for the next 24 hours.

I know he would have wanted it
that way.

Next week, I shall return
with another story,

scenes of which will be
visible after the following.

(quirky music)

(triumphant fanfare)