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All right, Ben. So what's on your mind?

Why drag to me to the middle of nowhere to look a hole in the ground?

I'm going back to the car.

And so, last November 21st, Benjamin Willis, of Ogden, Utah,

murdered his unfaithful wife, Eleanor.

Willis was certain he had committed the perfect crime.

But he was wrong.

As you will see next week when Crime of the Week,

- presented by Colonial Cigarettes, - Stand by, two.

brings you a complete story of the Willis Murder Case.

Take two.

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but the difference between a good cigarette

and the best cigarette is the difference in know-how,

knowing how to buy not just good tobacco

but tobacco at its peak,

that burns nice and even and won't raw the tongue.

Knowing how to put all the tobaccos into...

Hey, Mom.

Dad really wrote a swell show this week, didn't he?

Two murders!

Shh, Jimmy! The commercial is the most important part of the show.

...you're not enjoying smoking pleasure.

So buy Colonials. Try Colonials.

And you'll be a Colonial smoker for keeps.

Stand by two.

Take two.

Be with us again next week, when Crime of the Week

brings you the true story, the story exactly as it happened,

of the Willis Murder Case.

Stand by, Master Control. Studio C,

fading into black, audio and video.

Show over!

Well that wraps up another one.

How did it look, kiddo?

Don, what did you think?

- Yeah, I thought it looked fine. - Well, you wrote it, kid...

That's not much of a rave.

"Another great Dave Markson production"!

Why don't you pay attention to all the details I dig up for you?

I made a point that the girl did not carry her purse when she was killed.

Oh, relax, Henry. It's not too important.

It did look pretty good, though.

You know, I thought it had a lot of sock!

Mum, can we go see the mine?

All right, sweetie, but be careful.

I just hope the crew-cut boys went for it.

Hey, Barney! What's the idea of that bow-tie?

I told you Willis wore a sport shirt that day.

- Well I didn't think... - It doesn't matter too much.

Of course it matters. The show is a multitude of exact details,

and details depend on me.

Bob, how did she look in the sponsors' booth?

I thought it had a lot of sock!

Well?

- Very nicely written, honey. - Yes, I'm sure you loved it.

Well, I can think of shows I wish you were doing

instead of all this shoot-'em-up stuff.

- Come on, children! - Where can we have a fast dinner?

I thought we'd all just go to the little French restaurant.

Good. Just so I can get back in time for that conference later.

- Daddy! - Hi!

Are you coming to the restaurant with us for dinner?

Of course I am, Barb.

But I've got some work to do later, so, Mother's gonna take you home.

- Hey, Dad, could I see the gun? - Sure, Jim. Go over and ask Jake.

Daddy, are you coming to the restaurant with us?

Think you'll be home by ten, dear?

- Yeah, we should be finished by then. - You hurry.

- Hello, Henry. - Hello, Louise.

Awfully nice job this week.

Well I hope you told the boys in the booth the same thing.

Now don't you and Don work too hard tonight.

Honey, I'll see you in the parking lot in ten minutes. Okay?

All right.

Looks like a Webley.

Yeah. Look, Jimmy, all I know is

when they shoot on this show, somebody's gotta die.

Our actors never miss.

Jimmy, we're leaving.

- Okay, Mother. Bye, Jake. - So long, Jimmy.

I thought it was one of the best I ever produced. Didn't you like it?

I liked it fine, Dave, but who cares what the account exec. thinks?

- Everett, what did you think? - I liked it fine, Dave, but...

All right, let's start the autopsy.

Come on, guys.

- What more does Colonial want? - Look...

Leary & Kenny are making a big pitch to Colonial for a variety format.

Now if they cancel Crime of the Week,

the agency stands to lose as much as you do.

I'll probably be coming around asking you for a job.

The thing that bothers me is that option time is only three weeks away.

The next three shows will be the darnedest we ever gave you,

even if I have to go shoot somebody myself!

Oh, Don... what's this about our working tonight?

Do me a favor, will you, Henry.

I told Louise that we were working tonight, because...

my brother is in town,

and they don't get along, and I wanted to see him and didn't want to upset her.

So, cover up for me, will you?

Sure, you can count on me.

Thanks.

Well, I know Don will come through.

The next three scripts can scare the pants off

fourteen million viewers. Here look at this one.

Maybe so, but that Jordan script is certainly no world-beater.

I sweated over that first draft for a week. They all can't be perfect.

Henry, put some bourbon on the rocks for me, will you?

- How about you? - No thanks.

I thought the Jordan script had great possibilities.

Some of the material in those case histories was fascinating.

Maybe Jordan should have got himself killed more dramatically.

I know you're tired, Don, and it's not easy to listen to criticism.

Have a drink and relax.

Don't even think about Crime of the Week until eight o'clock tomorrow.

Well, Louise is waiting.

And you will have the revisions Friday?

I will have the revisions Friday, M. Markson, sir.

Writers, they're all alike.

The boys with the typewriter are a moody lot.

I don't know, lately, he either jumps down your throat

or he's a zillion miles away.

Well, after all, fellows, it's a tough grind

turning out a new script every week.

Oh, Dave...

Ever thought of splitting up the work?

Giving Don two weeks for every show?

No. Think that would help any?

Well, I'm only thinking of what's good for the show, of course, but...

We've all noticed that Don...

Oh well, you can't blame the guy. All the trouble he's been having...

Trouble? What kind of trouble?

Didn't you know?

I thought everybody knew.

Oh, he and Louise will work it out.

Here's to picking up the option.

- Goodnight, Luke. - Goodnight, Mr. Hayes.

- Paula... - What took you so long?

I'll tell you in the cab.

- Where are we eating tonight? - My place.

I was counting on going out.

We can talk better at my apartment.

I want to tell you some ideas I have for building up your role next week.

Henry...

Well that will give the big scene to you.

And I'm going to tell everyone to be sure and catch the show.

Maybe this is just the showcase you need, Paula.

The one we've both been waiting for.

You keep after Dave on it, will you?

Now, Paula, one thing I know is how to handle Dave Markson.

I suppose that's why Cathy Alden got that big part three weeks ago.

Well I did all I could. It isn't my fault that

Cathy Alden happened to look the part.

I know you're doing all you can, Henry.

It's just that a girl can't make a career of falling down mine shafts.

What do you think of the new Cezanne?

Oh!

Oh, it's very interesting.

An interesting spatial concept, I think.

Yes.

Yes, it has.

You know, you've learned a lot in a few months, Paula.

When I first met you, you didn't know an impressionist from a surrealist.

I'm really very grateful for all you've done for me, Henry.

You're so much more intelligent than the usual characters

I talk to around the studios. You really are.

You shouldn't have to bother with those "characters."

You have so much more to offer than any one of them.

You're like me. We're both above the crowd.

And it won't take us long to prove it to everyone.

You're gonna get the parts that you deserve,

and I'll be getting credit for the work that I do...

and making the money.

Yes, let's not forget the good old money!

You're a very lovely girl.

Am I?

You know you are.

I wish I didn't have to run.

But you can't go... We've just had dinner.

Didn't I tell you? I'm sorry, I do have to go.

Where?

They're having auditions for Jackie King's replacement at El Capitan.

You don't have to go tonight. Who's casting? Paul Matthews.

I'll call him in the morning and you can see him in his office.

The agency wanted me to go tonight, Henry.

- All right. I'll go with you. - Look...

I'm meeting some boys from the agency there.

It wouldn't look too good, would it?

What wouldn't look too good?

You mean you don't want to be seen with me?

Henry, you know I don't mean that.

What kind of an evening is this?

I expect to spend some time with you and...

All right, you did. You don't own me, you know.

No, I don't, Paula.

Just don't ever hurt me.

Why, Henry, you know I wouldn't hurt anybody.

But you do understand how it is, don't you, darling?

All right.

I'm really sorry about tonight, Henry.

Thank you for everything. The wonderful dinner, the wine...

I certainly do like that new print.

Thank you. Goodnight.

Goodnight.

I'll call you.

You must have a system with the horses or something, sweet...

I'll call you tomorrow.

Goodnight, and thanks again.

All right, Marco... off!

Come on in, it's not locked.

Sit down. Let me pour you a drink.

All right, Paula. What is all this? We've got nothing to talk about.

I've got a flash for you, chum.

We've got lots to talk about.

Thousands of things to talk about.

When I came back from Tahoe, I told you it was all over.

- Did you? - Yes, I did.

I'm through seeing you, Paula, and I'm through loaning you money.

Don't call me anymore at the studio. Is that clear enough?

Your big problem, Don, you think you know all the answers.

You don't even know the questions.

For instance, Paula?

For instance, Donald?

For instance...

You recognize these?

Yes, I lost those up at Tahoe. How did you get them?

You didn't lose them, honey.

That day you came back from Tahoe,

all righteous, ready to tell me off, when you played the big farewell,

it didn't give me much time, but after I'd persuaded you

to go to the kitchen and fix that good-bye drink,

I did have time to take out a little insurance from your suitcase.

I was glad you packed your pajamas on top.

Anybody can walk into ten shops and buy pajamas like these for 5 bucks.

This kind costs twenty-five hundred bucks,

because of a nice little name tape your wife sewed in the top.

Let's see it.

You're kidding, of course.

They're in a nice safe place, for sale...

For 2... 5... 0... 0...

Oh, Don... Didn't you know I was a witch in the worst way?

There's one thing you've overlooked.

Before I'd let you blackmail me, I'll tell my wife the whole truth.

You're not the kind of a guy who'd do a thing like that to his wife.

Not as long as there's any other way out.

Oh no?

If she knew that this thing had been over since last summer,

that it never meant anything to me?

I'd like to see you convince her it ended last summer.

What lie did you tell her tonight?

Paula, I've barely got 2500 dollars to my name.

But you've got it.

How do I know I'll get the pajamas if I pay?

When you pay. Don't give me the money until I deliver.

The price includes the gift wrap.

I'm sorry you have to get it all in one jolt, darling,

but you stopped the instalments sonner than I expected.

Ever since that day I made it a point to bump into you at TBC...

Don, you didn't think that was accidental, did you?

A sophisticated Hollywood writer like you.

All right, Paul, all right, you win.

It will take me a few days to get the money.

Let's say... Friday night. Nine o'clock.

I'll be waiting.

I'm surprised you've lasted this long.

I always pick my partners, Sweet.

None of them have the guts to do anything rash.

Evening, Mister Newell.

Hi, Max. Bring me a double on the rocks, will you?

Right.

How did I ever get into this?

How did I ever get sucked in so far I couldn't get out?

Why didn't I have Paula Ranier sized up

the first time I met her...

the way she had me?

I'm sorry, did I hurt you?

Of course, not.

Don Newell! Hello!

I'm glad I finally met you.

It's an emphatic kind of introduction, but it's good as any.

I'm Paula Ranier.

I've always wanted to have a part in one of your shows.

I think they're the best on the Coast.

Well, thank you!

What's the matter with Henry Hayes? He ought to find a part for you.

Dear Mister Newell.

Actresses like me hardly get to people like Henry Hayes.

- You're going in the coffee shop, too? - Yes.

I have a terrible tale of woe. Do you want to hear it in there?

That's the only place in the TBC building I get what I want.

I was on my way into the coffee shop anyway.

I asked her to join me.

Sure, I could be flattered.

Sure, I liked that barbed-wire dress...

The one she said protected the property, but didn't hide the view.

Sure, it was all accidental, innocent as could be.

Maybe if Louise hadn't taken the kids up to Tahoe

to visit her mother...

Maybe if I hadn't been at loose ends

and dropped in the bar for a drink,

and just "happened" to run into Paula...

Well, what was the harm in a drink or two?

A guy isn't supposed to be a hermit, is he?

It wasn't going to lead anywhere.

At least, that was what I thought.

I think it's nice your family's up in Tahoe for a vacation.

Look, Don,

I've got no prejudice against married men.

Some of my best friends are married.

As a matter of fact, I'm sort of married myself.

I'm separated from Fred.

- Fred Abbott. - Oh?

He's a promoter. Always wheeling and dealing.

I don't like that kind.

I like a nice, sweet guy like you.

Somebody with real talent.

I'd sent her to Henry Hayes, and Henry had given her a small part.

So Paula wanted to buy me a "thank-you" drink, she said.

As far as I was concerned, she was welcome.

Real welcome.

Seemed as if she almost had that cat of hers trained to help the act.

Pulling out the light cord right on cue.

I was fine up there in 801. If that was what you wanted.

And I thought I did want it.

I didn't even see what was coming that Saturday afternoon,

when we were going to drive up to Santa Barbara for lunch.

When I should have spotted the quicksand I was getting into

and walked away from the whole business.

Don, I feel like a heel for asking, but...

Could you lend me 50 dollars?

I still owe a little on last month's rent and I promised.

I can pay you back next week.

I'm practically set for a part at KECA.

Of course, this means we'll have to eat at a drive-in.

It started out with 50... Then 100...

And somewhere in there, it wasn't any longer a loan.

It was more of a habit.

A habit I couldn't break.

Because I figured I couldn't break one habit without breaking the other.

And right then, that wouldn't have been easy at all.

Until I went up to Tahoe and spent a weekend with the family.

For a day I could hardly look at Louise, I felt so ashamed.

You barge in here after I haven't seen you for a week,

and you tell me you never want to see me again. I just don't get it.

I'm trying to say it as simply and as directly as I can.

Don, I don't know what you're talking about.

We both knew that this thing had to end sooner or later, didn't we?

It was never anything more than... than just what it was.

I'm not going to see you any more, Paula.

Just like that?

You've had your fun and now you want to go home.

We both got what we wanted out of it, didn't we?

Did we?

Well... we're both grown up.

If you want to call it quits, there's no need to spit in anybody's eye.

Fine. Fine. I'm glad you see it that way.

What other way is there? If it's done, it's done.

How about a farewell drink, for old time's sake?

- Paula, what's the point in... - Please!

It means so much to me. This one last drink.

And then, so long.

How did you know this was just what I wanted?

Well...

So long, Paula.

So long, Paula. "So long," she said.

You wanted me, Mister Newell?

No, Max. Oh, give me a check, will you please.

Certainly have brightened up the establishment tonight, haven't I?

I'm awake.

- Hello, darling. - Hello.

- Everything go all right? - Yeah, sure.

I love you.

I love you too.

Is anything wrong, darling?

Sure?

Well, hurry up... My back is freezing!

How do you like this guy, Henry? Said he was licked.

Now I think it's a 100% better. What's the secret, kiddo?

Get to like the taste of benzedrine.

Yes, Dave, I'd say it was a good run-of-the-mill script.

All right, Henry, what's the matter with it?

Now, there's nothing personal, Don, you understand.

After all, we're all after the same thing.

- A good show. - Yeah. I love you too. But?

Well, it's flat. I don't think it has much pace. The people are blah.

Look, Henry, you stick to the research and the casting and I'll do the writing.

All right, Don, just research.

Now on...

On page 15, you have Jordan's wristwatch

smashed to establish the time.

Jordan wore a gold watch on a chain.

Didn't you look at the police pictures?

All right, touché, Henry.

But who the devil cares about that if the scene plays?

Well what we're selling is realism.

The people who watch our show every Wednesday night

want to eavesdrop on murder.

They want to smell the stink of murder, they love it!

And they watch our show because they know I give them the truth.

- Just because you've got a phobia... - All Henry means, Don...

I don't care what you call it. All right, it's a phobia.

Now a case is either accurate or it isn't.

I was a police reporter long enough to know

that the people buy the little details.

The quirks, the idiosyncrasies of the poor slobs in the news.

What makes them different.

The color of lipstick, the books they read.

Did the victim wear stockings? Did she love music?

Did she have jewellery, and if not, why not?

Thank you, Mister Hayes!

- You want the next mistake? - Yes.

- Better get this, kiddo. - For the background film unit,

you want a shot of Battery Street starting at the top of the hill

and ending at the candy store.

So?

Battery's a one-way street.

Going the other way.

It's important, Don. Got that?

Yes, Dave, I've got it.

Here we are, Mr. Newell. It has to be in three checks.

$500 closes your son's savings account.

Another 500 for your daughter and 1500 from yours.

- Where do I sign? - Here.

Sign this 'Donald Newell, trustee for James Newell, minor.'

And your daughter's the same way.

The Credit Union hates to lose your two children, Mr. Newell.

We here at TBC have been doing all we can

to get people to open savings accounts for children.

Yes, I know, Mrs. Doyle. It just can't be helped.

Well, I'm sure they'll love the vacation.

Must be a real long one.

Yes, longer than I expected.

Thank you.

Hello?

Just a minute, I'll call her.

- Telephone, Miss Ranier honey! - What?

Some man.

I certainly like the way the furniture has changed around in the living room.

Makes the whole room seem bigger somehow.

Very chic.

Thanks for helping. Come back later.

Ok, honey.

Hello.

Who is this?

What man were you expecting? This is your husband, Mrs. Abbott!

I thought the farm inspectors took care of things like you at the State line!

Always right there with the jokes, aren't you?

Pardon me if I don't die laughing!

Paula, I've got to see you.

Well, you're not going to. What are you doing back in town anyway?

Fred, why don't you get smart and drop dead? Nobody wants you!

Now, Paula, I'm telling you!

You show your face around here

and I'll blow the whistle on that Miller job so fast...

That Miller job?

That's what got you your mink stole, that Miller job!

What a coincidence. I'm telling you, Fred, blow!

You're telling me nothing! I'm gonna see you tonight.

I won't be here, so don't waste your time.

I'm coming over anyway.

You should know by now, Don, it's always op...

I suppose it's permissible for me come in?

What the devil are you doing here?

I told you on the phone I couldn't see you, I'm busy.

Another audition at El Capitan?

I don't have time to argue with you. Will you please leave.

What time is Don coming?

The 'Don' you just asked to come in.

- Anyone I know? - What difference does it make?

- It's none of your business. - It is my business.

I have a right to know.

Since when?

Nothing about me concerns you.

I'm sick and tired of your jealousy, the way you watch me.

I've only tried to help you.

All I wanted was to see you get some place.

Teach you something more than just how to wear clothes.

Pardon me for not appreciating al your assistance.

'I'll make you a big star, Paula!'

'It's just a matter of time, Paula. When the right part comes along, Paula.'

- Well, I did all I could. - All right, you did.

But it wasn't enough.

Isn't it a shame I'm leaving town...

Leaving?

When?

- For how long? - I'm leaving for good.

Because I'm fed up.

No, we're not stopping. Not you and me.

When it's over, that's the time to stop, isn't it?

Nothing is over.

It doesn't have to be.

Paula... we've always understood each other before...

I tell you I'm through. You've got nothing I need.

You never did and you never will.

Well, you were happy enough to take my money.

Everything else I gave you...

I still have something to offer you, Paula!

You make 150 dollars a week with your precious little job.

Right now I am just number three man on Crime of the Week.

But pretty soon I'll be writing it!

- What? - And getting 500 a week!

What's so funny?

Stop that!

You, writing the show?

You'll never be anything more than a glorified errand boy

around the studio!

A fussy little character with a tiny little job.

'Above the crowd.' 'Show everybody some day.'

You're right where you belong: fooling with your little details.

And that's where you'll always be.

That's why it's such a pleasure waiving you goodbye!

You're not leaving!

You're hurting me.

I'm leaving you and California and everything!

I won't let you.

You understand English, don't you?

Or do you need four-syllable words?

You small, disgusting old man!

I'll leave you gladly.

A bore who does not know how useless he is.

The big brain!

Knows all about art and music and remembers everything he ever read!

As far as I'm concerned, you're disgusting and a nuisance.

And all you ever did for me was hand me one big laugh!

A girl would have to be out of her mind to go for you.

What have you got to offer anyway? A crummy job once in a while.

You think you're fascinating or something?

Oh, come on back in, honey. Come on...

Hey, Cliffie! Come on out here where there's room

and wide open spaces!

- Get me another double. - Another?

Every minute I've been with you I could hardly stand it!

You...

- Cheap little common... - All right! Get out!

Get out!

I'll drop you a postcard!

I don't know why it is...

I come to a party, I try to join in the festivities.

I have a little snort.

Oh, Cliffie, come here a minute. I want to talk to you

privately...

Bev, you can't leave the party like this!

Who says I can't? You're a policeman, now, Cliffie?

Oh, Cliffie, why don't you have a highball or a cocktail?

Or even a frozen daiquiri? You wanna be so fancy!

- Let's go up on the roof! - Now, just a minute! Come back here!

What do you see in Madelyn anyway?

Madelyn is the kind of girl I'd only invite

if I had to have fourteen for dinner!

Oh, come one, let's go, Viv...

She reminds me of a professional blind date!

Okay, buster, I'll go back to the party!

You can pour all the drinks you want to down me.

But don't think you're gonna get me to pass out,

'cause I won't!

Are you finished?

- Yes! - Come on!

Marco, what's that you've got?

Hey! Paul! Where are you going?

- Sally, don't let him get away! - Your name isn't Paul, is it?

I just met you! It's Charlie, isn't it?

Anyway, Paul, Charlie, you haven't got a drink!

Let Vivvie get you one!

No, you mustn't go away! The party's just starting!

Sorry, girls. Some other time.

I'm going to ask them to change that record.

It's driving me crazy!

I like classical music as well as the next guy, but...

enough's enough.

Let's you and me ditch these other lushes, huh?

Thank you.

I'm sorry, I really have to go.

Okay, Paul, you wanna be stuck-up!

I love you anyway, Charlie.

- Stick around, Charlie! - Thanks a lot, I really gotta go.

Oh, all right for you, Charlie!

Let him go! He's drunk anyway!

Let's go back to the party!

- Hi, Mr. Newell. - Hello, Max.

- Be with you in a minute. - Okay.

The tape... The nametape...

They'll find that tape.

They'll tie me up with Paula. Learn that she's been blackmailing me.

Say I killed her to get rid of her.

I said I was working with Henry tonight.

They'll find out that was a lie.

What do I do now? What can I tell them?

Watch where you're going! You want to get killed?

Watch it, Mac! Look where you're going!

Paper!

Read all about it!

"Wife Kills Blonde"... How do you like that?

Paper, mister?

Extra! Extra! Read all about the murder!

All right, Phil, bring her on back!

Come on with it!

Out!

Hey, Mac, watch where you're going!

What's the matter? You're tired of living?

Hey, buddy, are you all right?

Are you all right?

Yeah, yeah, I'm all right.

Better go on home and sleep this off.

Walk away.

Turn around.

They fit. Take them off, Abbott.

- I tell you they're not mine! - All right!

Look, I already admitted I came up here,

but I didn't strangle her, lieutenant!

We'll see. Property room, Ted.

- Can I make that phone call now? - No.

I don't have to take a rousting around from you guys!

Hello?

Oh, hello, Robbie. Mike.

Yeah?

Fine, good!

I don't know...

Thanks.

That suitcase you checked to the terminal, Abbott...

They came across the insurance policy.

You guys get awful nosey!

You say you're broke, huh?

Been working in a plane plant in Seattle for 90 dollars a week.

You made absolutely sure you kept up the premiums on Paula's life insurance.

That's an old policy when we were living together!

Yeah... come on!

10 000 dollars is a pretty good motive, isn't it?

- Book him. - Sure, Mike. Let's go.

Why can't you guys listen to reason?

Yeah, yeah, Abbott. Keep moving!

Did he do it? Who's he? The husband?

Yes, he is.

Thanks for your help.

- You men about through? - All finished.

Don't forget to leave all the reports on my desk.

Right.

- You're getting what you want, Henry? - Yeah, it's shaping up.

I think this would be a natural for Crime of the Week.

Television angle and all?

Of course. Not to mention that it's a juicy, front-page murder.

Without a murderer yet.

Well, you've just nailed Abbott, haven't you?

I just booked Abbott.

Why all the interest in Ranier, Henry?

Yours was the first call waiting for me this morning.

Because I think this is the type of show that Crime of the Week ought to do.

It's exciting, it's fresh. One everybody's talking about.

If you don't want to cooperate, I'm sure that Captain Erickson

would be glad to give it the okay, and get a great plug for the department.

I didn't say that. I think the idea of the show is fine.

But is that all? Did you know her yourself?

Of course I did. I used her on a couple of shows.

I used to see her around the studio.

I'm glad you told me the truth, Henry.

We've got quite a record of calls to you.

Yes, I daresay!

And to all the other casting directors in the business.

Tell me... How was she as an actress?

Well... most of her talents were in other directions.

Now why'd you want to go and say that?

You know her, mister? I knew her!

Don't you go giving me the fish-eye!

I was brought up to walk on the other side of the street

when I saw a cop.

All right, so she did know a lot of men.

Who are you to knock her?

A girl takes a wrong step. Who knows why?

You perfect?

Let me tell you, Paula Ranier was the nicest, most generous tenant

I ever worked for!

Of course, I know the only thing men have got to say about her.

Mrs. Halloran, I appreciate your help.

I hope none of the men of the department has said anything...

Well, there's no sense trying to clean up this place

till all you maggots get outta here anyway!

I'm gonna have a nice cold beer!

Well, Henry, we're all through in here for now.

So, if there's anything I can help you with, just ask me.

Well, if I'm going to plan this show, Mike,

I'd have to know almost as much as you do.

Off the record, between us...

Is Abbott your pigeon?

We've been friends for a long time, Henry, so this is really off the record.

There were a lot of men in Ranier's life.

Abbott had the motive and the opportunity.

- Did any of the other men? - Maybe.

With this shindig last night,

the eighth floor must have seemed like Union Station.

Manager told me he had three complaints.

So, a lot of people could have gone in and out.

Abbott smells the hottest.

Gonna to follow up all the other leads in the meantime.

- What's that? - People who drop gum...

- When can I have the pictures, Mike? - The minute they come through.

Here we are.

Early this morning,

there was a four-car collision at Sunset and Sepulveda.

And only by a miracle, none of the...

For heaven's sake, Don!

Is this all you're going to do today? Listen to the news?

You've heard half a dozen newscasts already...

A bulletin has just been handed me!

The body of television actress and model Paula Ranier...

That's all you care about is murder!

- I'm sick and tired of it! - No! Don't touch that!

Miss Ranier's estranged husband, Fred Abbott,

has been placed under arrest.

Abbott admits quarreling with her last night,

but from jail insists he is innocent.

Police predict a major break in the case is imminent.

The typhoon that hit the island...

Hey, hey! Where are you going?

Nothing I do around here seems to be right anymore.

- I'm going for a drive! - No, darling, stay right here...

Oh, I'm sorry...

I'm really sorry, I know I've been a headache lately.

- You certainly have. - But it's all over now.

Look at me.

I love you, honey.

Don...

Why didn't you marry some girl in the business?

Somebody who understands writers.

Because... I wanted to marry you.

Oh, honey, honey...

Where have you been? Don't do these things to me!

I won't, darling. I don't know where I've been, honey, but...

I'm back home now.

I'm happy that you're putting the money back, Mr. Newell.

But I'm sorry your vacation was cancelled.

Oh, I don't mind that so much.

It's when they start cancelling out on your job...

How true!

You lose a little interests, of course, but otherwise,

you're right back where you started.

You're so right.

Thank you, Mrs. Doyle.

They're waiting for you, Mr. Newell.

If you don't care what you attorney says, why bring me here?

- Hi, Don. - Hi.

What do you think of this hodge-podge?

I'm new around here. What's up?

Best idea we've had for a show all season!

One that guarantees picking up the option.

- And these knuckle-heads can't see it! - Calm down, kiddo.

Don, I want your opinion. You're the guy who's going to write it.

I usually am. Write what?

We need a smash for the last show, I don't have to tell you.

Yes, and the one that we have isn't exactly a world-beater.

So I came up with a terrific idea.

That's liable to get the show sued for every dime we've got!

Now forget the Jordan case and grab yourself one that's hot!

That people are licking their chops about!

The Paula Ranier murder!

Well, I don't think that's possible. As Ben said...

What about the legal problems?

But assuming those could be worked out?

But... who's the killer?

This Abbott guy isn't convicted! We haven't got a story yet.

- What do I write? - Now, look, Don.

All we need is an indictment.

That's a finish, isn't it?

We've always got the Jordan script.

Now that I can see it all in one ball of wax, maybe so, fellas...

- Henry's dug up some sensational... - I wouldn't touch it if I were you.

It even seems kind of morbid.

An actress who's worked on our show.

We've got to shoot the works if we're gonna keep

the Colonial account.

I've got all the official cooperation we need.

- Yes, what about clearances? - Well, I'll get those too!

Now, Dave, you've got a chance to be the talk of the industry.

- You gonna fluff it? - We'll do it, by golly!

Henry, we've got to get moving on that film stuff.

Uh, see if we can shoot at the apartment.

- Oh, Betsy. - Yes, sir.

Send in Mr. Weatherby.

Who's he, Henry?

I believe he can be of help to us.

Thank you for waiting.

Gentlemen...

This is Mr. Weatherby, manager of the Paula Ranier apartment building.

Dave Markson, the producer. Mr. Gilbert, the attorney.

Don Newell, writer on the show.

How do you do, gentlemen.

M. Weatherby, we're going ahead with the program as we discussed.

And if you're prepared to allow a camera crew to come in, we'll...

On the terms of remuneration we discussed?

Yes, on those terms.

Mr. Gilbert will document everything.

Well, then, fine.

It's a horrible situation, of course, but the damage has already been done.

Mr. Newell, is it?

That's right.

We've met before, Mr. Newell.

- At the Thompson's party, wasn't it? - Sorry, don't think so.

Now, everything must be in the best of taste.

Oh, of course, it will be.

Ok, Dave. I'll take Mr. Weatherby and draw up what you want.

Fine, Ben, Fine.

Oh, thanks again, Mr. Weatherby for all your help, we appreciate it.

Not at all. You'll let me know when it's on the air.

We certainly will.

Thanks for coming all this way.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

And don't worry, Mr. Newell. I don't usually forget a face.

I'll remember where.

Wait a minute, Ben, there was something else

I wanted to talk to you about...

You know that...

He probably saw you at the apartment.

- What's wrong with admitting that? - Just what are you getting at, Henry?

What did I say? We all knew Paula Ranier.

Why, you even sent her to my office.

All right, so I did know her slightly. What about it?

Well, no one would blame you if you wanted to know her

a little better.

Okay, junior! You're carrying the ball!

It will be tough and fast, but I know you can do it.

- What's he need, Henry? - I've got some material right here.

Well, buck up, kid. This will be the show that Colonial renews on.

- I'm sure of it! - Don...

Here are interviews I got at the apartment.

A few leads from our agent.

Lieutenant Stevens' off-the-record conversations.

Incidentally, we'll have to give Stevens and the Department the 'A' treatment.

The photographs.

What I dug out of Fred Abbott.

Oh, and, Don...

Some notes... just off the cuff...

on a character I call 'the other man.'

The other character Abbott swears must have killed her.

Maybe you can add something to the character yourself

Don't reach too far.

But I think you should have some ideas.

Okay.

Well, I can't write it here. I'll see you all Wednesday.

Well, I can't say he's exactly enthusiastic.

No, he couldn't be colder. And that's no good.

This is no show to flop just because he doesn't see its possibilities.

- Yeah, you can say that again. - Dave...

Why don't I take a crack at the script? Just for insurance.

I could do this with my eyes closed. It won't cost you any money, Dave.

Crime of the Week. The Paula Ranier Case,

by Don Newell. First draft script.

'Crime of the Week.' The Paula Ranier Case,

by Don Newell. First draft script.

Fade in, establishing shot of Paula Ranier's apartment.

Day.

This is apartment 801 in a new building on Wilshire and Fairburn.

The apartment is done in California modern.

Attractive enough.

With a large couch by the balcony window.

A record player stands by the right.

Kiddo, the whole crew is just as excited as I am.

Did you ever see better sketches from Charlie?

Oh, Betsy... These sketches are okay.

Uh, tell Charlie we're dropping that exterior set.

And I want them done yesterday.

Oh, boy...

Colonial's got to renew with this one. It's sensational, Don!

Thanks. Do you think all we need is that half-page cut?

Yeah, it gives more mystery to that other man you set up as a suspect.

Ho-ho! The way you've got that Ranier babe!

I hope we can use all of her dialogues.

A lot of children watch this show.

What does Henry think?

By the way, where is Henry?

The perfectionist? Out perfecting!

Says this one is going to be his masterpiece. A veritable gem.

I gave him a copy last night.

- Yeah? - Lieutenant Stevens on one.

Okay, thanks.

Hello, Mike! How's my favorite detective?

Hello, Markson.

Thought you'd like to hear what's going on at the Hall of Justice.

The Grand Jury is out on the Abbott case

and it looks pretty strong for an indictment.

Oh-ho! Going to indict Abbott!

Wonderful, Mike! Best news I ever heard. Thanks for all your help.

Oh, Markson, you said something about letting me see the show.

Oh, it's my pleasure! How about dinner before the show Wednesday?

And then sit in the booth? Wonderful, baby!

Yeah. And thanks a million to you!

You don't know whether they're going to indict Abbott or not!

You're gonna to turn in a bad conduct report on me?

Let me in on it!

You're not playing footsie with television

because of all the glamour?

I don't know, Ted. There's something awful fuzzy about this one.

What's Markson's show got to do with it?

Ranier was all wrapped up with TBC.

Notice her toll calls?

A lot more to TBC than to the other networks.

The people she knew there...

I don't know, maybe I'm just reaching, but...

Maybe somebody who knows more about her will let something drop.

Let it drop on purpose?

Gimme a cigarette, Ted.

What did I ever worry about? It will be the top show I ever did!

All right, Dave. I'll make those changes.

You gotta take chances in this racket. Stick your neck out occasionally.

What the devil is this?

Hm? What's what?

"The Paula Ranier Case," by one Henry Hayes.

Oh, that's nothing, Don. Henry's always had a yen.

I didn't ask him to do it. He did it on his own.

He must have had some encouragement.

Don't take it so big. I can't throw it back in his face.

Oh, now relax, kiddo!

Nobody's going to undercut you while old Dave's around.

Now go home, send in the changes, and rest up until Wednesday.

You haven't got a worry in the world!

Well, it took Don a long time, but then the script really rolled.

Good morning, honey. Look who's here.

- Hello, Henry. - Morning, Don.

Good morning, darling.

Well this is a big surprise!

I had to visit some friends in the neighborhood,

so I thought I'd impose on Louise for a cup of coffee

- and ask you for a ride in. - Sure.

- Haven't seen you much lately. - Well, I've been working very hard.

Oh? On Crime of the Week?

Yes, and no.

Did you check my script for this week's show?

Yes, of course.

And it's better than I anticipated. Practically perfect.

- No ideas for changes? - I know it's hard to believe, but...

Practically none.

I did give a few ideas to Dave, but... nothing important.

Oh, by the way, here's some mail that's been accumulating

- for you at the studio. - Thank you.

Like a sweet roll or anything, Henry?

- No, not a thing, Louise. - Okay.

You'd think after 10 months, that they'd realize that...

I don't want to subscribe...

Eggs this morning, dear?

No, thank you. This is fine.

Anything interesting?

All right, Henry, let's get going.

You're leaving?

Darling, you've hardly touched your breakfast.

Henry isn't finished either. What's your hurry?

- Well... Henry's ready. - We're both ready.

Thank you, Louise.

I hope you don't mind my dropping in like this.

We're always glad to see you, Henry. I'll be watching the show tonight.

It should be fascinating.

The more I worked on it, the more intriguing it became.

Didn't you find it so, Don?

Goodbye, darling.

Goodbye, dear. Oh, what came?

Well, it's nothing, just a gag.

Some fan sent Don a present.

See you after the show.

All right.

And you tell me Dave for me that nothing can be important enough

to rush through breakfast!

Where did you get them?

I bought them at a men's shop on Wilshire.

Best six-dollar investment I ever made.

Your expression when you opened them was the clincher.

I bought the same size as the pair the police found.

Washed them to get rid of the store look.

If you hadn't been guilty and reacted the way you did...

Guilty? Guilty of what?

I'm willing to let the evidence speak for itself.

All right, Henry, stop playing pussycat! What evidence?

You didn't read my reports, did you?

You didn't look at the police pictures.

You should have, even if you thought you knew all about Paula Ranier.

You were trapped by your script.

You had to be an old customer, one who's been at Ranier's

many times before.

You described the apartment from memory.

I suppose the pictures would have been repugnant.

But when you said that the couch in the living room was by the window,

and the telephone in the bedroom by the dressing table,

I was very much intrigued.

Keep talking.

And so I talked to Miss O'Halloran.

You must remember O'Halloran... the maid.

She told me your descriptions were accurate

up until the night of the murder.

That day she'd helped move the furniture around.

- That doesn't mean very much. - No, not by itself, but...

But it was enough to tantalize somebody with an analytical mind.

And then the business of the candy-striped robe.

Now, the robe wasn't in the police inventory of the papers

because it didn't come back from the cleaners until...

two days after she was killed.

But you knew she had one because you had seen her put it on.

That'd be hard to prove, Henry.

Would it?

You're on the wrong road, aren't you?

No. I just want some time to hear what you have to say.

I knew that if you two had had any kind of relationship,

with Paula Ranier, it would have to be for money.

Not for love. Not even with you, Don.

Not for love.

And then came the rather amazing coincidences

in your Credit Union account.

What are you talking about?

I'm on the credit committee.

Did you forget that? You even voted for me.

It was Eve's business to let me know when you had withdrawn 2500 dollars.

Oddly enough, on the day Paula Ranier was killed.

But for a 'vacation!'

That was a stupid lie to tell.

And then putting the money back.

No, it all fits much too neatly.

Why are we stopping?

You're trying to nail me with something and I don't like it.

I want to talk it out with you now, alone.

- Abbott has been arrested, remember? - He isn't on trial yet.

And there are people who would agree with me

that Paula Ranier was squeezing you and...

you went to pay her off and she wasn't having any

- and so you killed her. - You're crazy! I...

Should we try it with the police?

What do you want, Henry?

I'll tell you what I want.

I want you to see Dave before Colonial calls.

They'll renew all right, after this script.

I want you to tell him you're going away to Chicago or New York.

So I don't get to do the show anymore!

Yes, that would seem to follow.

I don't want to insist that you recommend me.

Dave knows my work.

You get everything you wanted all along, don't you?

- I think so. - Haven't missed a trick, have you?

Unless I decide I'm not going to let everything go down the drain,

everything that I've worked for for years!

The drains in New York are much more attractive

than those in the County Jail.

I think Louise would agree.

These have been the happiest weeks you've spent in your life,

haven't they been, Henry?

Better than anything your fabulous brain could conceive!

Weaving your... your slimy web all around me!

Oh, they'll love words like that in New York.

I wouldn't try it, Don.

It won't get you anywhere.

You're a nice enough boy,

but you still have a lot to learn.

Louise?

Darling, how soon can you get down here to the studio?

I know we didn't plan on it, but I've got to talk to you.

Get any sitter...

Yes, it is! It's as important as...

Good. When can you get here?

Fine. See you right before the show.

So your gamble's liable to pay off, huh?

Oh, gamble-schmamble!

Like I paid this Abbott character a few bucks for clearance, see?

Henry cast an actor for the part that even looks like him,

just in case he's convicted.

And I don't actually come out and say he did it!

So, I got me a show that'll add ten points to the rating!

A little of the... a medula oblongatta, Mike, that's all it takes.

This play really impressed me.

The script? Oh, that Hayes is a wizard.

I sometimes think he must be half-bloodhound.

Your writer's the wizard! He seems to know as much about her as we do!

- I'd like to meet him... - Well, perfect timing!

Don, lieutenant Stevens, who helped us so much.

- Interesting job you did, Newell. - Thanks.

Did you enjoy the rehearsal?

- I didn't watch it. - Didn't watch it?

No, I was across the street in a bar.

Henry seemed to have everything pretty much in hand.

Oh. Well...

- Come one, let's get into the studio. - All right.

Oh, put that on the table.

A little to the right of the lamp... That's it.

- Where does this junk go? - Oh, the panda's in the chair...

Give me the silent butler.

Hello, Henry!

Hi, Dave.

- Henry! - Mike! So you made it?

- Yes, sir! - Everything okay?

Great.

- See you later, Mike. - Okay.

You're going to be amazed.

Oh, George! Hit the lights!

- Pretty realistic, isn't it? - Thank you.

Don? Good show to wind up the series, eh?

Oh, Jake, did you see my wife?

Your wife? No.

Camera three, watch your frame on the high angle shot

when we show her on the floor.

Sonia? Where's Sonia?

Right here, Pappy!

Honey, give us a test for sound on that couch.

We gotta check a mike shadow.

Camera three, frame on her.

Okay, put your mike in position!

Testing... As a member of the Morning Stars,

I shall render necessary aid,

keep myself healthy, always look upward

and be happy, for that's what counts.

Fine, now. Okay, clear the set!

Better go over to the sponsor's booth, Mike.

- See you after the show. - Okay, Henry.

Wait till you see the first commercial. Sensational!

Can't live without them!

All right, three minutes, everybody!

- Jake, got everything? - Rodger-dodger on everything.

Oui, monsieur. Ja. Sí, sí, señor.

- English translation: yes. - Okay.

- Took care of everything. - Good.

Why don't you just have a seat back there, Ted.

Two minutes, everybody. Take your positions.

Stand by with the film.

Well, hold onto your hat, kiddo. Here we go again!

Stand by, film!

Ten, nine, eight... Roll film!

Six, five, four...

Three, two, one... We're hot!

The opening's on film.

- It's run off upstairs. - Oh yes?

Oh, hello, Louise.

Bob... oh, please, don't get up, this is fine.

Bob, why was Don so upset? What's so important about the show?

What's so important?

It's the most important show of the series.

Colonial renews or not tomorrow.

Oh, Mrs. Newell, this is lieutenant Stevens,

- from the Los Angeles police. - How do you do.

How do you do.

- His assistant. - How do you do.

Hello.

But the difference between a good cigarette

and the best cigarette is the difference in know-how.

Knowing how to buy not just good tobacco

but tobacco at its peak,

that will burn nice and even, that won't raw your tongue.

Knowing how to put all the tobaccos into not just a good blend...

Camera one, stand by. Stand by to cue announcer.

Ready to fade music.

Colonial, the mildest cigarette...

Stand by, one.

- Your cigarette... - Take one, cue the announcer.

Tonight, Crime of the Week presents another true story.

A story based on fact.

The story of a murder.

Police files are not yet marked "closed."

The ending is not yet known.

But the beginning is.

Most of the facts are a matter of record...

- Stand by, camera three. - Tonight, Colonial invites you

to be you own jury...

Stand by to cue Sonia.

...on the Paula Ranier Murder Case.

Take three, cue Sonia.

This is Paula Ranier...

An actress, occasionally.

A model, occasionally.

A girl who came to California

hoping desperately that beauty was enough.

Men always looked two and three times at Paula.

And for a while, Paula Ranier may have felt that the way she looked,

the way she walked, just being Paula Ranier was enough.

Jake, hit your music with her action.

These were enough... enough to get her murdered.

One evening, less than a month ago,

the buzzer in her West Los Angeles apartment sounded.

As it had sounded many an evening before.

And a man was there...

As there had been many an evening before.

His name, at the present, is a matter of doubt.

But what he did is as definite

and final as death itself.

You can't get rid of me like that.

I said this tears it. Get out!

Who are you setting this up for tonight?

All right... So you know where the liquor is.

I know where everything is around here, honey.

You think that cuts any ice?

That cigarette lighter... It's exactly the same!

That's what we mean by realism, lieutenant.

Big promoter... wheeling and dealing...

Think you know all the answers.

- You don't even know the questions. - For instance?

For instance, the 2500 under the table from Sam Martin,

the pay-off from Staley.

I'm sure people in the Civic Center would like the details.

Paula, you're not gonna tell anybody anything.

I will if you don't leave me alone.

Paula, you don't know what you're liable to open up.

This isn't penny ante stuff...

You're not just blowing the whistle for a misdemeanor, you know!

I'm glad to see it makes some difference.

Difference to a lot of people, Paula, not just me...

Maybe you'll do what I tell you.

Then I won't have to mess with crumbs like you.

You're way out of your depth, darling!

Ah, I've been taking swimming lessons, haven't you heard?

What's the matter? Didn't you think I'd be smart enough

to latch onto a little insurance?

All right, pal.

Go home. Leave me be!

Paula, I'm surprised you lived this long...

I always pick my partners.

None of them have the guts to do anything rash.

You made a mistake, this time, Paula.

This one gets awful rash at times.

Hey... can't you tell when a girl's kidding?

I didn't mean anything.

No!

No! Please, don't! No! No, please!

No!

And so, Paula Ranier

the girl born Pauline Roebuck,

in Lathrop, Missouri, 25 years ago,

was dead from strangulation.

In just one minute, you will see for yourself

the highlights of Paula Ranier's life.

But first, an important message from Colonial.

Jake, who told you to use that music?

Shh! I got a cue coming.

- Who told you to use that music? - Henry, who else?

If you're not smoking Colonials,

you're missing smoking pleasure.

Buy a pack of Colonials. Try a pack of Colonials.

And you'll be a Colonial smoker for keeps.

Nobody's going very far.

Don?

What is it, darling?

Just listen, I've got to tell you fast.

I knew Paula Ranier...

I knew her more than just as an actress.

- Don! - She never meant anything to me.

I can't tell you how sorry I am...

- Don... - No... No, I didn't kill her.

But Henry's trying to use the fact that I knew her to ruin me.

I've got one chance...

Please, darling, you've got to help me!

Oh, Jake... What did Don want?

Why I used this record. I told him you told me to

and he took off like he had a firecracker!

- You told him? - Of course. Why not?

Look out... I've got a cue coming.

I've got to find that script...

"By Henry Hayes."

Darling, whatever happens,

the whole thing doesn't mean anything to me

unless you believe what I said. Believe everything I've said.

I'm trying to understand. But why you...

Of course I believe you.

Because...

I love you.

- Seen Don Newell? - No, Mr. Hayes.

Sure he hasn't gone out?

No, sir... The show's still on, isn't it?

He's one of the Crime of the Week people.

Okay. Just so he doesn't leave the building.

Listen...

"Before she can open the door, the man comes in.

"The door, as always, is unlocked."

Henry couldn't have known that unless he'd been there!

"They talk..." Here, darling:

"I'm going out of town. Leave me alone. You don't know how funny you look.

She starts to laugh. Peal after peal of laughter."

Nobody else knew Paula was laughing before she was killed, except me!

Me and the man who killed her!

Now, if the name of that record is here too...

We've got him cold! Listen:

"As the murderer looks down at the body, the record starts again.

"Temptation spins its now macabre melody over and over,

the only sound in the room." Henry killed Paula!

Even writing about it, he had to make everything correct.

He couldn't help himself.

- What are you going to do? - I'm gonna phone the police.

Uh... Mike Stevens is in the studio. He'll understand in a minute.

Hello, let me speak to Mike Stevens.

Lieutenant Stevens, in the sponsor's booth.

How long ago?

They left. I'll get him at the elevator.

Weaver, has Dave Markson and the man with him left yet?

When they come, hold them at the elevator till I get there.

Yes, this is Don Newell.

Tell him I've got to talk to him!

Come on, honey, let's go.

Goodnight.

Second floor desk, Weaver.

Uh yes, Mr. Markson.

Listen, Mr. Newell has been trying to get you. Says it's awfully important.

Right, Mr. Markson, I'll tell him.

Oh, Mr. Markson just called. Said for you to meet them in Studio B.

Thanks, Weaver.

He's got it wrong, it must be D or E.

Wait a minute, darling, I'll check.

Put down that phone!

Second best again, Don. Still outsmarting you.

Get down here!

- Henry... you... - Yes.

I was the one on the phone to Weaver.

Brought you to a soundproof studio. Nice and empty.

I say get down here!

All right, Henry.

Henry, please... I beg you...

Oh, you're sick... You must be sick...

- Just think about this a little. - Keep quiet, Louise.

I have thought about it all I need to.

You're in deep enough now, Henry. You can't help yourself by this.

Think you'll talk me out of it? Get over by her.

You had to be smart, didn't you?

Henry, please...

You wouldn't listen to me.

- You had to force me to do this. - Do what?

You don't think I can let you live now, do you?

- Henry, you're insane. - Am I?

You must be. Just think. Think for a second.

What are you gonna get out of another killing?

You had a good reason to kill Paula.

Maybe the jury would think it was temporary insanity.

It's never gonna go that far.

This corny western series is the third biggest program we got.

- Better than panel shows. - You can say that again.

No, I liked it. But I still want to talk to all of you. Now.

Okay, Mike. The guys must be in the office. Excuse me a second.

Hi, fellows. How was the relay and everything?

Couldn't be smoother, Dave. That was an all-right show, too.

Wonder what's going on in Studio B? A rehearsal for next week?

Cut in B sound a second.

They'll find the gun in your hand.

Why would anybody believe that we committed suicide?

Henry, you're falling apart.

That great brain of yours is letting you down.

I'll prove that Paula was blackmailing you.

That you lied about her all the way.

Everybody will believe that you killed her.

- Hey, Mike! - Who would suspect me?

Yes?

- Henry, how can you? - Kill?

Why not? Why not me?

After that door was slammed in my face...

After a little tramp said that...

she was too good for me... Of course I killed her!

- Ted! Where's that coming from? - Studio B. Come on!

"Too late," she said.

"Goodbye!," she said.

And then she shoved me out into the hall.

I walked ten feet...

I knew what I had to do.

I went back.

Yes, Don.

- The door was always open. - Henry, not Louise!

- Oh, darling... - Go ahead.

Go ahead right now, but don't hurt Louise!

Save your breath.

Well, go ahead! What are you waiting for?

Don!

- You two all right? - Oh, Don!

- Where's the phone? - In the booth.

I took care of most of the details, didn't I?

Almost all.

I was perfect up until...

It will make a good script, Don.

When you write it...

don't leave out the details...

Come on! Break it up in here!

What's with you guys? Ain't you through rehearsing?

Clear the joint, I got something more important to do!

- What's this bit here? - Forget it...

Forget what? I gotta...