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[clicks]

This is a mousetrap
as any fool can plainly see...

that is, if he isn't a mouse.

It's an amazingly
effective tool.

I've been fiddling with it
only a few minutes,
and I've already caught three.

Cornell Woolrich,
the author of
tonight's story...

does not make mousetraps.

Mr. Woolrich goes in
for bigger game.

He makes people-traps,
and very good ones, too.

This story concerns
a perfect alibi.

Actually, one never knows
when he will need an alibi.

Recently, I read of an
innocent man who found himself
in serious difficulty...

because, although he claimed
he had been
watching a movie...

while the crime in question
was being committed...

his vagueness about details
of the picture...

caused police
to be suspicious.

Please do not allow this
to happen to you.

Watch and listen closely
to the following commercial...

which is furnished
for your benefit.

It will provide you with
an airtight alibi
as to your whereabouts...

during the next 60 seconds.

[horns honking]

[chirping]

[meowing]

Schultz.

Don't give me
that innocent look.
I know what you had in mind.

You was thinking
of knocking Edgar off there,
wasn't you?

Edgar's our buddy,
and we don't pull
no capers off on our buddy.

Now, Edgar's got it
tough enough...

in stir without you
keeping a stakeout on him.

Morning, Edgar.

[chirping]

Come on, now.
Come to the warden.

[knocking on door]
Come on, boy.

Yeah?
(Ward)
Open up, Dunleavy. It's Ward.

Your parole's over, Edgar.

[knocking continues]

Keep your badge on.

Good morning.

Wipe your feet, cop.

How are you, Sam?
Pretty good.

Nice place.

This a personal call
or a business call?
Little of each.

You living here alone?
No. I share the place
with the WCTU.

Always with a gag?

I remember back
in grade school,
it was the same thing.

Even when old lady Turner
took the switch to you...

you always had a gag.

Wonder why you
remember that, Al?

You come to take
the switch to me?

I'd like to take
the switch to you.

That is, if it would help me
beat some sense
into that thick skull, Sam.

Guess it's a little late
for that though.

The only switch
big enough for you now...

is the one that throws
the juice into the chair.

You come to make a
sentimental speech, pal?

Not exactly.

I came to ask you
to leave Chicago.
Leave?

I just got back.
Yeah, I know.

You got back from Miami,
where strangely enough...

they had two funerals
last week.

Legs Long and Bugsey Thomas.

Yeah, I seen them.
A lot of nice flowers.

Look, Sam, it's not up to me
to pin those Miami jobs
on you.

There's a lot of old ones
pulled by you right here
for me to work on.

Keep working, Al.
I say you're wasting
your time.

Maybe.

But I can't figure why
you came back here.

Unless, of course...

you got an idea
to cause more trouble.

Me?

Real pretty girl, Sam.

"To Sam, with all my love,
Goldie."

Yes, sir, real pretty girl.

Give me that!

Touchy?

Maybe you don't go for this
with-all-my-love routine.

Maybe things aren't
like that anymore?

Get to the point
and then get out.
Okay, I will.

Word has it that this
Goldie dame threw you over
for a guy named Morgan.

Talk is, she's been running
around with this Morgan...

ever since you left for Miami,
and that you're plenty
burned up.

There's also talk that
you came back here to
take care of things. Right?

You'd think I'd risk my neck
for some babe?

Goldie and me are finished,
all right, but I called it
quits, not her.

Nobody runs out on me.
And lives.

Take care, Sam.

Sam, you got a gun?
You got a badge?

Just think twice
before you use it.
I always do.

Once when I load it
and once when I fire it.

So long, Al.

[Edgar chirping]

Sorry, Edgar.

Take it easy now.

[Schultz meowing]

Now don't be scared
of Suzie here.
Suzie ain't gonna hurt you.

Don't you be scared,
neither, Schultz.

Suzie ain't gonna hurt you.

Manassa Mauler.

[people chattering]

Hello, Ed.
Sam? Sam Dunleavy.

Hey, when did you get in town?
Last I heard,
you were in Miami.

Got back in town
yesterday morning.
Barney around?

Yeah, he's in the back room.
I'll ring for him.

No. He in a game or alone?
He's alone.

Then I'll go back
and surprise him.
See you later, Ed.

Right.

Shut the door behind you.

If you've come to rob me,
you might as well
make it private-like.

I forgot about those eyes
you got in the back
of your head, Barney.

Sam.
Hi, Barney.

Well, I might have known
it was you.

The help have got orders
to knock...

and no punk would be
sap enough to come back here
and stick me up.

When did you get back in town?
Yesterday.

Good to see you, Sam.
Come on, sit down.
Sit down, Sam.

Nice place you got here.
Business must be good.

Business is good.
As a matter of fact, Sam,
it's too good.

The place has got a reputation
as being a smart joint
so people just flock in here.

You got to hire good cooks,
good waiters, you know,
just to keep it high-class.

You must be making a lot
of dough out of this place.

So-so.

Is that your only source
of income these days?

What do you mean?
Nothing much.

Only I used to know a guy
who could be a real pal
in a jam.

This guy was great for
a cover-up. Once alibied me
out of a tight spot.

Of course,
I paid him plenty.

Yeah, but then you had
a lot of scratch, Sam.

You got a lot of scratch now?
I got enough.

Well then, stop beating
around the bush.

You know that I'm good
for an alibi
if the price is right.

Come on, make me an offer.

$500.
What?

[chuckling]

$600.

You can go higher
than that, Sam.

$750.
Uh-uh.

1,000.
Higher.

Now I see why you're cleaning
that gun, Barney.

You're a robber.

I don't need a gun, Sam.
I just play with them to
pass the time away.

It's a good hobby, Sam.
All right.
Save the small talk for later.

Let's get back
to the point.

You're rolling the dice,
you make the point.

Now the last time it was
$1,000. It's too low.

Just how much do you want?

Well, now that depends.

Tell me,
you're planning a rubout.

Never mind. Of course you are.
That's why you've come to me.

You know that I can fix you up
with the perfect alibi.

No slip-ups. No nothing.

You can be sure
you won't burn.

Is that right, Sam?
Right.

My price is $2,500.
What?

Sit down, Sam. Sit down.

Well, Barney...

it's dishonest.

Take it or leave it.

Okay.
Attaboy!

Only I don't like it.

When you covered me
on that Cincinnati job...

you only charged me $700.

Yeah, that's right,
I remember.

You know something?
I should've charged you
three times as much.

They had me down
at the station over 100 times,
drilling me day and night.

But I didn't crack, did I?
And you didn't burn, did you?

Okay, I'll shut up before
you raise the price again.

Now put those guns away,
and let's get down
to business.

All right.

When do we make the strike?
Tonight.

That is, if you can
handle the alibi then.

You know, we always aim
to please the customer.

Tonight it is.
Now, any particular time?

She gets home from work
around 10:00.

She? Sam, are you
knocking off a dame?

Look, don't you worry
about the pigeon,
you just handle the cover-up.

But, Sam, a dame.

I guess they gotta go like
the rest of us.
We all gotta go sometime.

Is she pretty?
Too pretty.

Almost as pretty as those
25 100-dollar bills
you're gonna get.

[laughing]

Come on, Sam.
I want to show you something.

Get this and hang onto it.

There's no way in or out of
my back room except through
the front, like you came in.

There are no windows,
no nothing. Once you're
in here, you're in...

until everyone out there
sees you coming out again.

So?

So tonight at 9:30,
you meet me out in front.

We'll set up a little game
back here, just you and I.

Then you go ahead, take care
of your job, and nobody knows
a thing about it.

You mean I sneak out
the front way? How?

No, you don't sneak out.
You'll be spotted in a minute.

But you said there was
no other way out.
But there is.

So far, I'm the only one
that knows it.

But you're paying me $2,500.

And you're going to be
the second guy to know it.

You're gonna make a call?
Uh-uh. You are.

Come on, step in.

Now lean up
against the back wall.

Well, lean harder.

Leads right outside.
Well, I'll be.

Come on, get down
before somebody sees you.
Come on.

*[music playing]

Well, go on. Light up.

I got my own matches, copper.
Now, that's not
being friendly.

And me,
I like friendly people.

Why don't you join
the lonely hearts club?

Maybe you'll meet up with
a nice old lady.
Maybe.

But in my racket, all the nice
old ladies I meet...

usually turn out
to be ax murderers.

Very funny.

Good evening, Lieutenant.
Hello, Ed.

You want something?
No, thanks.

I just came for the show.

We ain't got no show here.
You're wrong.

Anywhere that Sam Dunleavy
goes, there's usually a show.

Now look, Al....
Beat it, Ed.

Right.

Look, I don't like
your tailing me.
That's too bad.

You got me all wrong.
I don't aim to cause
any trouble.

That makes us even, Sam.

'Cause I don't aim to give you
the chance to cause trouble.

I came here to play
a friendly little game
of cards with Barney.

Go right ahead.
I'll wait for you here.

Then later, I might even walk
you home, tuck you in bed.

You should have been a nurse.
You need a nurse.

Here we go, speeches again.

From now on,
I'm just a cop.

I tried talking to you like
a friend, but no more.

And don't expect
any favors.

You mean,
you wouldn't even fix
a traffic ticket?

I'm crushed.

Well, good evening,
gentlemen.

I hardly recognize you
without your rubber hose,
Lieutenant.

Come on, Barney.
Let's get started.

That is, if hawkshaw here
doesn't mind.

Not at all. I'll make myself
at home out here.
Have fun, boys.

I don't like this, Sammy.

Don't worry.
With him out here,
it works out swell.

He'll have to swear we was
in the back playing cards
all night. Come on.

Ed, give me a fresh deck
of cards.
Right, sir.

Look, send the waiter in
with a bottle and
a couple of glasses.

Yes, sir.

Sit down. I'll deal us
a couple of hands.
I ain't got much time.

We got to set it up, don't we?
Now sit down.

The waiter's going to come
in here with a bottle of hooch
and then leave.

He's going to make
a very good witness.

He'll swear we were
playing cards back here.

Good enough.

Now slap down some dough
and make it look real good.

Just so I get this back.

It's 9:45.
Relax.

The dame lives near here,
doesn't she?

Yeah, but I gotta get
there on time.
You'll make it in time.

You got a good plan?
It's so simple,
it's beautiful.

When I leave,
you keep yelling
now and then...

so the folks out front
will think we're arguing.

I just want to be there
and ready when she gets
home from the club.

Club?

She's a dancer,
works an early show.

She comes home for two hours
until it's time to get back
for the second show.

You know this babe's habits
pretty well.
Yeah.

[knocking on door]

Come in.

Okay, Barney, okay.
Put up or shut up.

Don't rush me, Sam.

Tony, see that we're not
disturbed for an hour or two.

Mr. Dunleavy wants to
lose some money.
Yes, Mr. Barney.

Yeah, I lose too much,
and I slit your throat.

You just keep the game
on a square, that's all.

Why, you four-flusher, you got
more aces up your sleeve
than any guy I know.

Now, wait a minute, Sam.
Don't be a wise guy.

If you wanna play, it's okay,
but button up your lip.

You're doing
all the yakking.

Been yakking ever since
I came in here.
Now just....

Sorry I can't stay and argue
with you, Barney.

I got me some choice words
you'd appreciate.

Don't worry. I'm going to make
enough noise
for the both of us.

Now, good luck.
See you later, pal.

Okay.

*[music playing]

(Barney)
Okay, Sam. Come on,
no hedging on the bets.

You wanna play this hand,
put in some chips...

or else
throw your cards in.

But shut up
and stop complaining.

Come on, Sam. Come on.
You're bluffing and I know it.

Oh, brother.
This is like taking candy
away from a baby.

What are you talking about?
You haven't even seen
my ladies.

Come on, Sam. Give it up.

Sounds like your boss
is losing.

The boss never loses.

[phone ringing]

[phone continues ringing]

[doorknob rattling]

[door closes]

Hello, Goldie.

Sam.

Now, that ain't no way
to greet an old pal
like me, is it, Goldie?

Ain't you glad to see me?
Sure, Sam.

Tell me, how's Morgan?

Morgan?

You know, Morgan.
The guy you threw me over for.

Sam, you don't understand.
What's there to understand?

A year-and-a-half ago the heat
was on, and I had
to take it on the lam.

But I told you I'd be back,
and you told me
you'd be waiting.

Look, Sam....
Shut up!

I gave you everything,
sweetheart. Minks,
diamonds, the works.

And what do you do?
Take up with another guy
as soon as I'm gone.

I don't like that
very much.

I aim to show you just
how much I don't like it.

Sam, listen to me.
It just happened.

Where's this Morgan guy now?
Cleveland.

I'm supposed to join him there
just as soon as my contract
runs out at the club.

Your contract's running out
right now, sweetheart.

Okay, Sam.

Okay?

I know better than
to argue with you.

Only one favor.

Could I....

Could I call
and say goodbye to my husband?

Husband?

Morg's a nice guy.

You'd like him.
He's been real swell to me.

Don't give me no line
about how swell the rat is.

You wanna call him? Okay.

Maybe I'd like that.

I'd like him to know you was
gonna get it. Go ahead.

I'd like to call long
distance, please. Cleveland.

Prospect 17290.

Yes.

And when you get him,
tell him it's gonna
be slow and painful.

Real painful.

Here's part of a letter
from him.

He writes a nice letter.

I've already seen it.

And did you read this part
at the bottom
of the page, Sam?

I didn't read it all.
It's real sweet.

"Things are going
smoothly here...

"and I'm taking good care
of baby."

Let me see that.

"Taking good care of...."

You didn't say nothing to me
about no baby.

You were away, Sam.
Morg came along,
we got married, had the baby.

Hello? Yes, hello, Morg.

Morg, tell me,
how's the baby?

I hope baby's all right.

Yeah, baby's just fine,
Goldie.

Just fine.

That's wonderful, Morg.

Look, do me a favor.

Give little Dunleavy
a kiss for me, will you?

Dunleavy?

Yes, please, give him
a kiss goodbye for me.

No, I haven't much time
to explain right now, Morg.

Just give little Dunleavy
a kiss and take
good care of him.

You see, something is going
to happen to his mommy.

His mommy is....
Never mind.
Tell him it was all a mistake.

Tell him
you'll call him later.

I gotta hang up now, Morg.
I'll call you back later.

You named the kid Dunleavy?

He's so sweet, Sam.
You should see him.

Tell me....

Little Dunleavy, is he big?

Big and healthy.

Well, what do you know.
I want you
to meet him someday.

Even if.... Well, even if I'm
not around to introduce you.

Don't talk like that.

You're gonna be around.

But I thought that you said
that you--
A mistake. Just a mistake.

Hey, look.

You got enough for the kid?
I mean, what can I get him?
What does he need?

Boxing gloves, roller skates?
He need anything?

He's just a baby.
He has everything he needs.

Just the same,
I gotta get him something.

Look, tomorrow morning,
you and I will go shopping.

We'll buy booties,
all sorts of stuff.

All right.

Well, about the other,
I....

It's okay, Sam.

I'll see you in the morning.

In the morning, Sam.

Dunleavy. Gee.

[phone ringing]

Hello?
Goldie, what gives? You okay?

I'm okay, Morg.

I'm packing a bag and leaving
town tonight.

You and me are
going to get lost for a while.

What was this Dunleavy bit
you were talking about?

I'll explain later.

It's really pretty funny,
Morg.

But you, me, and baby
are going to have to lie low
for a while.

We're going someplace
where nobody can find us.

Then later on, you and baby
can make me the kind
of dough you promised.

See you soon, Morg.

(Barney)
What do you mean,
let's switch the game?

Listen, you lowlife,
we started playing stud...

and we're gonna
keep on playing stud.

Come on now, make the bet.

That's better.
Now make your bid.

Why, you crook!
I wouldn't take your IOU
in a million years.

Now, come on. Get it out.

They've been playing cards
back there for a long time.

Getting tired, Lieutenant?
Yeah, I'm getting tired.

Now you got those, Sam.
Now bet it or get out
of the game.

I was playing cards when you
were hijacking pasteurized
milk for your bottle.

Now look, I got me
a good hand.
You want to see it?

You're gonna have to
pay plenty.

Come on, what'll it be?

Yeah. And what's more, this is
the last time...

I'm going to play poker
with a two-bit--

[gun firing]

Barney.

It went off.
You idiot,
I'll get you a doctor.

It's too late.
Barney.

Barney?

Hold it right there.

I'll take that gun, Sam,
and no tricks.

It's all a mistake.
Barney here shot himself.

Sure. Don't try to
con me, Sam.

You were playing poker.

You most likely blew your top
and let Barney have it.

We all heard that shot,
and you were
the only one back here.

You haven't got any alibi
this time, Sam.

Look, Barney here was....

No.

No alibi.

No alibi.

Six guys I knock off,
and you can't touch me.

And now you hook me
for one I didn't do.

Come on, Sam.
Six guys I knocked off.

Barney here was my friend,
I wouldn't put
a slug into Barney.

[Sam yelling]

Well, as they say
in San Quentin...

that's the way
the little pellet drops.

Now, if only Dunleavy
had killed Goldie...

he could have accounted
for his actions at the time
of Barney's accidental death.

But then, suppose the police
started asking questions
about Goldie.

And now for some
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after which, I'll be back.

I'm afraid that's all
the commercial we have time
for this evening.

But we shall be back next week
with some more.

Oh, incidentally,
if there's time we also plan
to tell you another story.