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* [Charles Gounod:
"Funeral March of a Marionette"]

Good evening.

This misty bit of ectoplasm...

forming on the inside
of your television screen...

is one Alfred Hitchcock...

coming to you from across that
great barrier that divides
the quick from the dead:

the Atlantic Ocean.

I have materialized
for the express purpose...

of warning you that
during tonight's séance...

you will witness
a playlet entitled:

"And So Died Riabouchinska."

Oh, yes. Before we have
our play, I would like
to make an announcement...

to those of you
who can't stay until the end.

The butler did it.

*[music playing]

[horn honking]

(Pop)
How are ya', Macey.

Beat, as usual.

I see you're improving
your mind again.

Yeah. Like you do, with those
confession books you read.

We're both intellectuals, Pop.
See what I got?

What's that?
The boyfriend went up
to Las Vegas...

to win enough to buy me
a mink coat, and this is what
he came back with.

Hey, I haven't seen
a silver dollar
in a long time.

I'll match you for it.

No. I'm gonna keep it
for a good luck piece.

I'll tell you what I will do.
I'll match you with it.

If I lose,
I'll give you a quarter.

Okay.
Who's matching who
and who's paying?

I'm matching you.
And if things go
according to schedule...

I'll probably pay for it.

Go on! You made a dollar
off me already this week.

[door opening]

Good evening.
(Macey)
Hi.

How are tricks, Mr. Fabian?
Fine, thank you.

Mr. Fabian,
you're the first ventriloquist
I've ever known...

who took his dummy home
every night.

Well, I can't risk
anything happening.

Be a little late
for me to turn into
a song-and-dance man.

That's what I'd have to do
if this were stolen.

*[music continues playing]

[people clapping]

He should worry
if it's stolen.

I hear it's insured for
thousands of dollars.

Me, I'd see that it was stolen
and collect the insurance.

Come on. Let's match.
Okay.

(Pop)
What'd you have
to do that for?

(Macey)
Too many vodkas
last night, Dad.

The lights are on
the blink down here.
I've got some matches.

What's the matter?
You're afraid of the dark?

[screaming]

Mr. Silver,
you told me earlier...

that you had seen
Ockham once before.

Before you discovered his body
at the bottom of the stairs.

Now,
are you positive about this?

Yes, sir. If I hadn't
seen him more than once,
I wouldn't be so sure.

But I saw him a couple
of times, I tell you.

He came asking
after Mr. Fabian.
That's the ventriloquist.

What'd he say exactly?

Wanted to know the times
of the shows. That is,
when Mr. Fabian went on.

The time that would be
the most convenient
to see him.

You tell Mr. Fabian this?
I did.

And what'd
Mr. Fabian have to say?

He said to tell him
he was too busy to see anyone.

That there were a lot of
crackpots around wanting
to be ventriloquists...

and he wasn't in the mood
to answer a lot of questions.

Did he act uneasy about it
when you told him?

No, he didn't.
He didn't seem to care
when I told him...

that the man said he had
something very important
to talk to him about.

Okay, Mr. Silver.
That's all for now. Thanks.

Where's Mr. Fabian's
dressing room?
The next one down the passage.

Okay. Thanks for the coffee.
Okay.

[people chattering]

Oh.

I'm Mel Douglas, Lieutenant.
Mr. Fabian's manager.

Is there anything
I can do to help?

Not right now.
But stick around, will you?

Mr. Fabian.

Mrs. Fabian.

I'm Detective
Lieutenant Krovich.
How do you do?

How do you do?

I understand, Mrs. Fabian,
that you are an assistant...

in your husband's act.
Is that right?
Yes, I am.

How long, may I ask?

Too long.
Alice, please.

My wife has been my assistant
for almost eight years now,
Lieutenant.

Did either of you know Ockham,
the man who was murdered?

No.

You ever hear his name before?
No.

Mrs. Fabian, I asked
if you'd ever heard
the name Ockham before?

No, I have not.

Mr. Fabian,
the doorman told me earlier...

that he told you Ockham
had been around inquiring
for you.

Said he had something
very important to tell you.

Well, that may
very well be true. I mean,
about his inquiring for me.

But that doesn't mean
that I'd seen or heard
of him before.

Mr. Silver says, too,
that he told you the name
of the man inquiring for you.

But that doesn't mean
that I'd remember hearing
the name.

Not even an unusual name
like Ockham?

Well, I've always had
a very poor memory for names.

(Riabouchinska)
Let me out.
Let me out, someone.

Please let me out.

No, Riabouchinska.
This is serious business.

Now you be quiet.
That's a good girl.

What is this, Fabian?

You mustn't mind her,
Lieutenant. She always
wants to get into the act.

(Riabouchinska)
But perhaps Lieutenant Krovich
would like to question me?

Don't be silly, Riabouchinska.

We can do without the comedy,
Fabian. I'd like to get on
with this, if you don't mind.

Please, let me out.
All right. Give me the key.

All right.
Give me the key.

Thank you, Lieutenant Krovich.
You are very kind.

Isn't she lovely,
Lieutenant?

She's appeared in Paris, Rome,
Vienna, all the big cities.

Everyone loves her.

She's irresistible.

Please don't talk about me.
You know Alice
doesn't like it.

Why, Alice always likes it.

Why do you say that?
You know it isn't true.

I think you'd better
go back into your box,
Riabouchinska.

But I don't want to.
I'm as much part
of this murder as Alice.

Or Mr. Douglas.
Don't you dare
drag him into this.

It's just that I want
the truth to be told...

and if I'm locked away
in my box,
I know it will not be.

You see,
Fabian is such a liar,
and I have to watch him.

You get that thing
out of my sight!
I'm sick of it!

You hate that dummy,
don't you, Mrs. Fabian?

Well, wouldn't you if--
(Mr. Fabian)
Alice.

You don't have
to tell him anything.
Tell him about Mr. Douglas.

Will you keep her quiet?
Apparently,
she prefers to talk.

Mr. Fabian, Mr. Douglas is out
in the hall. Would you ask him
to come in, please?

I will, indeed.
Come along, Riabouchinska.

[people chattering]

How long have
you been married?
Seven years.

I married Fabian
because I loved him,
and I thought he loved me.

But then I discovered
that his work was
really his entire life.

He'd spend hours rehearsing
his act with the dummy.

I hardly ever saw him
except when we were on stage.

He never had any time
for me. He was always
working with her.

You mean to tell me
you're jealous of a doll?

Oh, I know it sounds silly,
and I suppose it's
the greatest tribute...

I could pay him
as a ventriloquist.

But I began to resent her.
I couldn't help it.

Do you know he spent
hundreds of dollars
on her wardrobe...

when I had nothing to wear?

Why, Lieutenant,
do you know that he even--

Why, Mr. Douglas.
Come on in.

Did you know the dead man?
No, I did not.

You sure that
somewhere along the line
in your various dealings...

you might not have met him
and then forgotten?

I have a very good memory
for faces, and I certainly
would not have forgotten his.

Such an ugly little man--

We're not here to discuss
his physical appearance!

Now,
a man's been murdered...

and someone here's
not telling the truth.

Someone here is
not telling the truth.

I think we've all seen enough
of your dummy act on stage...

without getting any more
of it here.
Mr. Douglas...

what's your relationship
with Mrs. Fabian?
Now, just a minute.

Don't get angry.
That's exactly what
he'd like you to do.

I already told him
what I went through
the past seven years.

Isn't it natural,
with so little...

love and understanding
from my husband...

that I'd turn to someone else?

Yes, things are beginning
to shape up now.

You know, Ockham was
a very poor man,
down on his luck.

He came to the theater
tonight because he knew
about you and Douglas.

Now, maybe he threatened
to speak to Mr. Fabian
about you.

If you didn't buy him off.

That would give you
the best reason in the world

to get rid of him,
wouldn't it?

Well, there was no need
to kill anyone.

You see, Fabian knew
all about Alice and me.

Did you?
I did, indeed.

[laughs]

I did, indeed.

I wouldn't laugh
if I were you, Fabian.

I wouldn't laugh.

[audience clapping]
Thank you.

Thank you,
ladies and gentlemen.
Thank you very much.

Riabouchinska,
have you anything to say
to your audience?

(Riabouchinska)
I think you are
all wonderful.

And have you anything
to say to me?

I think you are the most
wonderful ventriloquist
in the world.

And....
And what?

I love you, Fabian.

[audience laughing]

He never went over
as good with
the boy dummy.

Boy dummy?
Yeah.
He called him Sweet William.

The girl's better.

She's real cute, ain't she?
Yes, she is.

You leaving, Lieutenant?
Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow.

Hi.
Hi.

(Riabouchinska)
What are you thinking,
Mr. Fabian?

(Fabian)
About you, as always.

And what were you
thinking about me?

I was thinking
that there were nights
in my life...

when I dreamed of
the unobtainable.

And you were what I dreamed.

Good evening, Lieutenant.
I was rehearsing.

We're breaking in
a new act next week.

Now, Fabian, you know we're
not booked anywhere next week.

She tells the truth,
doesn't she?

Miss Ilyana Riaminolva.

*[music playing
in background]

100 pounds. Black hair.
Blue eyes. Oval face.

Born 1914 of
Russo-Slav parentage.

Believed to be
a victim of amnesia.

You know, Fabian,
it was pretty silly of me to
go through the police files...

looking for this picture
of a dummy.

You should've heard them laugh
down there at headquarters.

But here she is.

Riabouchinska.

Not papier-mâché,
not wood, not a doll...

but a woman that once
lived and moved around.

And, Fabian, disappeared.

Well, there's nothing to it.

I just saw
this woman's picture
a long time ago.

And, I fashioned
my Riabouchinska after her.
It's not that simple.

*[drums beating
in background]

This morning I went through...
a stack of theatrical magazines,
that high.

I found a very interesting
article concerning an act...

that toured a second-rate
circuit in 1934.

The act was known as
"Fabian and Sweet William."

Sweet William was a boy dummy.

And there was a girl assistant.

Ilyana Riaminolva.

[people clapping
in background]

There was no picture of her
in the article, though.

But at least I had a name.
The name of a real person
to go by.

Very simple for me, then,
to dig up this picture out
of the police files.

Fabian, suppose you tell me
the whole story, huh?

She was my assistant,
that's all. I simply used
her as a model.

You're making me sweat!

Now why don't you stop
fencing around and get on
with the story?

All right.
I have nothing to hide.

It's just as you said.
I was billed as
"Fabian and Sweet William."

And when I was in Los Angeles,
this girl appeared
at the stage door.

She told me she'd followed
my work for years.

She was desperate
for a job, and she wanted
to be my assistant.

She was fresh and eager.

So, before I knew it,
without saying yes or no
or even perhaps...

there she was
on stage with me.

And in two months,
I was in love with her.

Well, you finally admit
that you fell in love
with her.

It's about time you were
getting around to it.
Yes. But there were arguments.

Bitter, bitter arguments.
Unkind.

Unfair things were said.

Once I even burned
her entire wardrobe
in a fit of jealousy.

She took that quite quietly.

And then, one night,
I gave her a week's notice.

I accused her
of being disloyal.

I shouted at her.
I slapped her
and I pushed her out.

She disappeared that night.

Disappeared, Fabian?
Yes.

And when I found next day
that she'd really gone...

I was desperate.
I couldn't eat.
I couldn't sleep.

I couldn't even do my work.

So you took out advertisements
in all the trades,
describing her in detail...

and asking her to come back,
is that right?

How did you know that?
Your wife told me.

What else did she tell you?
I am asking
the questions here, not you.

Anyhow, she told me plenty.

So you better stick
to the truth from now on,
Fabian.

Then you put
a private detective
on the case, didn't you?

Yes.
A record of her was sent
to the largest cities.

And that was the end of it
for the police.

But not for me.

She might be dead.

She might be just
running away,
but wherever she was,

I knew that somehow...

I would have her back.

I suppose it was through
Sweet William in a way...

that I got the idea of how
to get her back.
Sweet William?

[people laughing
in background]

Yes.
The act wasn't doing too well.
I had imitators, many of them.

All boy dummies, they were.

So I decided to do away
with Sweet William.

I bought new wood.

Beautiful...

fine-grained wood.

And then I began to carve...

slowly and carefully.

Make the little nostrils so.

Cut the thin black eyebrows
round and high.

Make the cheeks small hollows.

At first, I grew discouraged.

How, after all,
could a cold chunk of wood
convey any idea...

of the exquisite
features of Ilyana?

My Ilyana, who was gone.

But I was obsessed.
So I continued on.

It took me a whole month
just to carve her hands.

The weeks passed.

And then, one day...

I finally held
the puppet in my arms.

And suddenly,
the tiny hand moved.

And the wooden body
became soft...

and pliable and warm.

Oh, come on now, Fabian.

The eyes opened
and she looked up at me.

Her little mouth opened
just the tiniest fraction
of an inch.

She wanted to
tell me something.

There was a whisper.
I couldn't make it out
at first.

And, then, the little head
moved this way gently...

and then that way gently.

Then the mouth
half-opened again.

And I bent my head to hear.

I love you, Fabian.

I didn't come in here
to see you do your dummy act,
Fabian.

Next, you'll be asking me
to put my ear on that block
of wood and hear a heartbeat!

A man's been murdered.
I'm here to find out
who did it!

What's you're telling me
all this prove?

I'll tell you what it proves.
It proves that I was
in love with Ilyana.

I didn't kill her,
if that's what
you're thinking.

If I had, why would I have
put a detective on her track?

I didn't say that you did!

But what about Ockham?
Who killed him?
I tell you I don't know.

I tell you I didn't even
know the man.

*[music playing
in background]

*[music playing
in background]

Ockham?
Sure, I know him. Not well.

Came in one day wanting
to know if I could book him.

Danny, will you please
make up your mind?

Did you book him?
No. Jugglers are passé.

He tell you anything
about himself?

Plenty. To hear him tell it,
he was probably the greatest
juggler in the world.

Okay! You got yourself a deal.
$150. Right.

You see him
only that one time?
No, he came around twice.

I told him to call me
once in a while,
I'd see what I could do.

He did call
a couple of times.

He got kind of sore
when I told him
there was nothing doing.

Hey, Phil,
that deal is all set. $150.

And finally
on his last call...

he said he was going to come
and pick up his press book.

He left a press book here?
Yeah. As if I wanted it.

Well, it was the best
that I could do.

Seems like he spent
half his life...

pasting his little heart away
in his press book.

He never did pick it up.

I guess the only reason
he didn't was that
he got knocked off.

Just get that press book
for me, will you?
Oh, sure.

You know, guys like that
would rather lose
their right arm...

than lose their
press clippings.
Do me a favor, will you?

What's that?
Take it with you.

I'm loaded down
with press books.
Sure. Thanks.

Hello?

No, no, there's nothing
doing today, kid. I'm sorry.
Things are pretty slow.

Yeah, okay.

Did I know Ockham? Did I know
Ockham? You're beginning to
sound like a broken record.

I've told you a dozen times,
I never saw Ockham...

until I saw him at
the morgue yesterday.
You're lyin'.

Fabian, I've given you
your last chance.

Don't you see that
I have a show to do?

You've got more
than a show to do!
How do you explain this?

Is the world so full
of Luke Ockhams
that were jugglers...

who played on the same bill
as Fabian and Sweet William...

at the Grand in Chicago,
that this might be
another one?

All right. So I knew him.
That doesn't prove
that I killed him.

No. But it proves
that you've been lyin'
straight down the line.

(Riabouchinska)
Luke Ockham's first letter
came a month ago.

No.
I see. You won't talk.
Is that it, Fabian?

But she will.

Here.

Make her talk.

I think she'll tell the truth.

There was only
one Luke Ockham.

And he was a juggler.

And he had been on
the same bill with
Fabian and Sweet William...

at The Grand Theatre
in Chicago.

And he remembered
that once there had
been a woman...

before there was a dummy.
No.

Let her talk.

Yes.

Yes, I must talk.

I must tell the truth.
No.

There is something
I must say.

I was in the....

I said let her talk,
Fabian.

I...

I was in the room
when Luke Ockham came.

I lay in my box,
but I listened.

And I heard. And I know.

They...

They had
an argument about money.

He wanted Fabian
to pay him $1,000.

I heard him cry out
and fall.

His head must've
struck the floor.

You heard nothing.

You're deaf. You're wood.
I know because I created you.

I may be wood,
but I can hear.

I hear through you.
And I speak the truth
through you.

Go on. What happened then?

The choking sounds stopped.

I heard Fabian drag
Mr. Ockham down the stairs...

under the theater,
to the basement.

Down, down...

down, I heard them going.

So you killed Ockham because
he knew that you killed
Ilyana Riaminolva...

and was blackmailing you?
(Riabouchinska)
No.

He did not kill Ilyana,
only Mr. Ockham.

Then why, Fabian?
Why did you kill him?

Tell him, Fabian.

Go on. Tell him.

He...

He threatened to tell
the world about us.

About Riabouchinska and me.

He wanted to hold our love
up to ridicule, but I couldn't
let him do that, could I?

How could we have been
happy that way?
People would've laughed.

People would've turned away.
"Horrible," they would
have said.

"Ugly.
Look at them on that stage,

he's in love
with a piece of wood.
Who do they think they are?

Romeo and Juliet?
Tristan and Isolde?"

"Look at those hideous,
revolting freaks!"

[crying]
So you see, I had to kill him.

He was trying to spoil
the only beautiful thing
that was left in my life.

(Riabouchinska)
It's spoiled now.

There's no way
to go on from here.

No way.
No way?

No, don't leave me,
Riabouchinska. I promise you
everything will be different.

You are forever promising.

You never listen to me
when I try to make you see
how wrong you were.

Yes. But I'll listen now.
From now on, if you'll only
not leave me.

I must.

When you killed him,
I realized that
we could not go on...

because while I've lived
with your lies.

I cannot live
with something that kills.

How can I live now?

Riabouchinska!

Riabouchinska!

She's gone.

I can't find her.

She's run away.
I can't live without her.

Help me to find her. Please.

Help me to find her. Please.

Please.

We'd better go.

*[music playing
in background]

[music intensifies]

*[music stops]

That was pleasant.

It also reminded me
of my youth.

When I was once a part
of a vaudeville act called:

"Doctor Speewack
and his Puppets."

But I never cared
for Doctor Speewack.

He thought he was better
than the rest of us.

But so much
for tonight's entertainment.

Until the next time we return
with another play...

good night.

* [Charles Gounod:
"Funeral March of a Marionette"]