The Alfred Hitchcock Hour (1962) s01e07 Episode Script
Annabel
1
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,
and welcome to the Alfred Hitchcock Hour.
I hope you like my
new evening attire.
I'm quite proud of it. It is
made of a new synthetic fabric,
100% spun sugar. I wish
you could see it in color.
This revolutionary fabric
will end cleaning bills forever.
It is even better
than wash and wear.
You simply wear
it and then eat it.
I especially recommend it to those
of you who wish to look refined.
So much for fashion tips.
Now we come to the truly
important part of the Alfred Hitchcock
Hour, after which we
shall have our story.
Oh, hello, Mr. Newmaster.
Have you got my order
ready? Oh, yes, sir.
Wouldn't seem like a Saturday
without your order,
Mr. Newmaster.
Here we are, two dozen.
Getting a little late in the season.
I'm gonna have to
charge you a little more
for these from now on. Oh,
really? How much? Oh, about $15.
Oh, that sounds fair enough.
Here you are.
Thanks for having them ready for me.
Thank you, Mr. Newmaster.
Mr. Newmaster, you know, I
could deliver these orders.
My truck goes out once
a day.
Oh, I'm afraid that wouldn't be practical.
I'm away most of the time.
Well, have a nice weekend. I will.
David, please, I've told you, you
shouldn't be calling me like this.
Yes, of course he's here.
David, you've got to understand.
Don't you see there isn't even
any point in discussing it? I'm sorry.
Now promise me you won't call here again.
Please, I've got to hang up now. Goodbye.
Don't tell me. Let me guess. Yes. David.
Please, Gerald, don't be angry. Oh,
I'm not really angry. A little confused,
maybe, like your friend David.
I'm sure he
understands now. He won't bother us again.
That's what you said last week.
But he's still calling.
Well, I made him promise this time.
He won't call again. Don't bet on it.
I don't know what else I can say.
Somehow he just refuses to accept.
Well, there's one thing he's got to accept.
You're my wife, not David Kelsey's.
Linda. Hello, Wes. Won't you come
into my parlor? That's spider talk.
Where's the other spider? Oh, David's
not back yet. You'll be long any minute.
I was just fixing myself a drink.
How about one? -Fine.
Is this new?
Yeah.
What's it supposed to be anyway?
David picked it
out. It's not my taste.
Looks like something he
got out of one of his test tubes.
Now, Wes, don't be
disloyal to your profession.
I guess I'll have to ask David about it.
Here we go.
See what you think of my chemistry.
Remarkable.
Your chemistry's good, too.
How many have you had? Oh, 37.
I've been drinking all afternoon
just to get up enough courage
to ask you to come to the company dance
with me. Oh, I was hoping to go with David.
Speaking of David. Were we? Do you suppose
that's where he goes on these weekends to
visit some girl? It's not
any of my business if he did.
I'm sorry, Wes. You
two are so close.
I was just curious.
Well, as a matter of
fact, he goes up into the
country to visit his father.
He leaves early
Saturday morning, comes
back Sunday night. Where
does his father live? I don't know.
Somewhere up near Ballard.
You've never met him, then? No.
Well, I gather his father's some sort of
invalid. David doesn't talk about him much.
David's not very easy to talk to.
I'm not interrupting anything, am I?
No, I'm sorry to say.
It's nice to see you, Linda.
David. Fix your drink? I'll get it.
Bachelors. When was the last time
you two did the dishes around here?
Know what this place
lacks is a woman's touch.
Which one of the two of you
does the cooking? David does.
He has two specialties, charred
steak and burnt toast.
All he can do is bake beans out of a can.
How would you both like to come
to my house for dinner some night?
I cook an exceptional fried chicken.
How about tomorrow night?
I'm afraid I can't.
I'll be tied up until late at the plant.
We don't have to have dinner early. No, I
better not. But you two can go if you want.
Excuse me a minute. Gotta go get washed up.
David.
Do you realize that I haven't
seen you in almost a year? I know.
David, don't you remember last week when
you called? You said you wouldn't phone anymore?
Yes, of
course. But I'm not phoning
now. I'm here. Aren't
you going to invite me in?
Well, I'm afraid that Gerald is
taking a nap. He worked late last night.
It's a bit of a mess.
You'll have to forgive me.
Forgive you? There's
nothing to forgive, darling.
I understand. I've
always understood
you. Ever since we met
and ever since we fell in love.
It's my fault all this happened.
But it has happened, David.
You'll have to understand.
I never should have left town
last year without telling you.
But I heard about this fantastic
opportunity at Cheswick Fabrics.
20,000 a year. Just imagine it, Annabelle.
A house in the country with a Rose garden,
everything we always dreamed of.
But you
never explained. You never even came back.
I wanted to surprise you.
Poor David. I
guess you're the one who got the surprise.
Oh, I know how you
must have felt with me
gone and wanting to get
away from that family of yours.
And then Gerald came along and you
married him on the rebound, didn't you?
Maybe that did have something to
do with it at first, but not any longer.
Since I married Gerald,
I've come to realize that
Oh, David, don't make me say it again.
I told you on the phone how I feel.
You've got to accept facts.
But I am accepting facts, darling.
Don't you think I know how it was when
I called? He was standing right there,
eavesdropping. And he heard
everything you said to me, didn't he?
But you don't have to pretend anymore.
We both know you made a mistake.
But that's all over now. We're going
to be together. You can get a divorce.
But there isn't going
to be any divorce.
You heard me. There isn't
going to be any divorce.
Gerald, well, I'm sorry to meet you
under such awkward circumstances.
We don't have to meet at all. Yeah.
It's all right, honey. I'll take care.
Now, Mr. Kelsey, I suggest you leave now.
I don't know what
you think you're doing.
But whatever it is, I'm going
to put a stop to it right now.
You're not to see
Annabelle again.
And you're not going to make
any long-distance phone calls.
Is that clear?
David, please
go. Don't you see it's no use?
David, please
go. Don't you see it's no use?
Of course I see now. He's
just exactly what I expected.
Jealous, possessive,
domineering. I've had just about
Don't, let him go. You're right.
There's no sense in making a scene.
But don't worry. Everything
will be all right. Bye, darling.
I'm sorry. He just doesn't seem to
understand how we feel about each other.
He doesn't want to understand.
David is a dreamer. He always was.
And you fell in love with a guy like that.
I thought I had until I met you.
You know, if he wasn't such a
nuisance, I'd almost feel sorry for him.
I know how you feel. Tonight he was so
Somehow he scared me. Almost as if he
He was so strange. Almost as if he was
Sick. He's going to be a lot
sicker if he doesn't let you alone.
David, I hope I'm not disturbing anything.
No, of course not. Come on in.
Oh, sit down. I seem to remember Wes
saying something about you like the ballet.
Right. I like some of the classical
ones like Les Sylphides and Swan Lake.
Did you know the Russian Ballet
was going to be in town?
No, I didn't.
As a matter of fact, the evening of
the 30th, they're doing Sylphides.
I'd love to, but I don't think I can know.
The 30th is a Saturday.
Oh, you're busy that Saturday.
Mm-hmm. I go to the country every weekend.
Oh, that's right. Wes did say you
spend the weekends with your father.
Yes, I'm sorry, Linda.
The Ballet hasn't been
here for more than two years.
Do you think maybe just this once you
could see your father on Sunday instead?
No, I don't think so.
He'd never forgive me if I didn't come up.
Anyway, I enjoy going out to
the country on the weekend.
But thanks for asking.
Could you give me a second?
I've got to get back.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm. Yeah.
Didn't work, huh?
I give up.
Well, it was certainly worth trying.
He's a very unusual guy for a chemist.
Yeah, for a chemist.
Well, he is the most attractive and the
youngest around here and the most brilliant.
And let's change the subject.
You're not going to give up.
Daisy, I don't know what else to do
without making a complete fool of myself.
Well, so you struck out
on the company dance.
Well, maybe he doesn't like dancing.
You struck out on the ballet.
So he still doesn't like dancing.
Why don't I dig out his personnel
file and see what his hobbies are?
Daisy, don't, please.
Kelsey Dayton.
Date of birth, April 5, 1936.
Parents deceased.
Schooling, University of Virginia.
Let me see that.
Are you off?
Right.
Give my regards to your dad.
Thanks, I'll do that.
Yes, David, of course it's beautiful.
But I can't accept presents from
you, especially such an expensive one.
Don't you understand?
You shouldn't do such things.
I am married.
No, that's out of the question.
I couldn't possibly meet you.
And you've got to
stop calling me like this.
Goodbye, David.
Not again.
What could I do?
He called long distance.
You heard me hang up on him.
Sure.
Where'd this come from?
A special messenger delivered it
just now while you were at the store.
Diamonds.
He must be out of his mind.
You told him you were sending it back.
Yes, I returned it at once.
Darling.
If I am, I suppose it's because I can't
afford to buy you anything like that.
Who needs it?
Now, you just sit here and relax.
Sure.
How about fixing
some coffee?
Fine.
Gerald?
Look, I invited you here to
cook dinner, not to clean house.
I'm almost through.
Let the dishes alone.
Just be a minute.
Wait a second.
Now.
There's only one way to find out.
I'd like to speak to David Kelsey.
He's not here.
This is his apartment, isn't it?
Yes, we share it, but
he's gone to the country.
He won't be back until tomorrow night.
This is very important.
I'd like to reach him there.
Something I have to
deliver to him in person.
Can it wait until Monday?
You can reach him at the factory.
I have to go out of town Monday.
I'm going to St. Louis.
Oh, this is Miss Brennan.
I'm sorry, I didn't get you.
Delaney, Gerald Delaney.
I'm Wes Carmichael.
How do you do?
Now, if you could just give me
that address where he's staying.
Well, I don't have it.
I really have to locate him.
Well, I don't know where he is exactly.
I do.
I think you can locate him
at 66 Ballard Road in Ballard.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Who's address did you
give him?
David's father.
Gerald.
Surprised?
How did you find this
place?
Never mind.
My wife sends this back.
Take it.
And there's a
And there's a message
that goes with it from my wife.
She says for you to stop calling.
To keep away from her.
She never wants to see you again.
I don't believe that.
You're lying.
And I'm telling you, Kelsey,
stay away from Annabelle.
Get out of here.
Not till you promise to
stay away from Annabelle.
Wait a minute.
What do you think you're doing?
Now listen to me, Kelsey.
Annabelle loves me.
Don't you understand
that?
She loves me. Not you.
She never has loved you.
She never will love you.
And I don't even want her picture in there.
Don't touch that!
If it's me she loves,
Annabelle loves me.
We have now reached
that part of our program
where in the local
stations identify themselves.
There seems to be doubt as to who they are.
Naturally, I would be
the first to admit the
psychological importance
of their identifying
as well as justifying their existence.
Ergo, this station break.
I shall see you at its conclusion.
Welcome back to the Alfred Hitchcock Hour.
When you were here last, we were
showing a message from our sponsor.
We might as well pick up where we left off.
Well, I guess that's it.
You can type up
Mr. Newmaster's statement now.
Just one carbon.
When Peggy comes in tomorrow,
she can make up a batch.
Our regular stenographer
doesn't work on Sundays.
Just the boss.
It's been a long night.
Sure has.
I want to thank you for your
cooperation, Mr. Newmaster.
Thank you.
You're a newspaper man.
I guess you know how important
it is for us to be sure of our facts.
If you could only give us a lead.
Sure.
But all I can say is what I told you.
A perfect stranger came knocking at
the door asking for a man named Parker.
I could see right away he was drunk.
Well, Doc hasn't made
out the coroner's report yet,
but he told me over the phone.
Delaney must have had four or five drinks.
Oh, more than that.
I'd say.
Then when I told him there
was no one named Parker staying
there, he got abusive and
tried to force his way in.
And that's where he pulled the gun.
I tried to close the door.
I intended to call your office.
Are you sure there was no struggle?
You didn't try to go for the
gun and push him away?
No, I'm terrified of guns.
It's funny.
The gun wasn't even loaded.
Well, we finished out at your place.
Doc's working on the body,
and we've got your statement.
Oh, well, then can I leave?
Because I plan to drive
into New York this afternoon.
I have to see some editors about
some assignments in the morning.
All right, Mr. Newmaster.
Just in case,
where can we get in touch with you?
I'll be staying at the Hotel Barton.
on 46th Street.
Barton on 46th.
Delaney's widow may want to talk to you.
In any case, we'll need you back here
for the inquest on Wednesday morning.
Inquest? Oh.
Of course.
Hello?
Hello?
I'd like to send a
telegram
to Annabelle
Delaney.
Lancasham Street.
Yes?
Loomis, New York.
I have important information.
regarding your husband's accident.
Uh, would you come to my home?
66 Ballard Road.
That's in Ballard, in
Ballard, New York,
at 6 o'clock this evening.
Right.
Signed
William Newmaster.
David.
Hello, darling.
What are you doing here?
Let me put the car away for you.
A man named Newmaster sent a
wire asking me to meet him here.
Yes, I know. He's a friend of mine.
He's been delayed,
and I promised that I'd wait
here with you until they got back.
He told me what happened.
Oh, David, I'm so glad you're here.
I know, darling, I know.
The sheriff's office called this morning.
I didn't know what to do.
I just can't believe it.
Don't cry.
Here.
Thank you.
Better?
Yes.
It's just that I can't think.
I don't know what to do.
There's nothing to worry about, darling.
Didn't you once tell me
that Gerald was an orphan?
Yes.
Well, then there's nothing to worry about.
Just a quiet funeral.
I'll make all the necessary arrangements.
But the sheriff said
something about an inquest.
Oh, that's just a formality.
But let's not talk about it here.
Let's go inside.
David, I still don't understand.
You said that the man who owns
this house was a friend of yours.
I met him a long time ago
before my parents died.
Oh, I've known him for years.
You never spoke of him?
Well, when I was with you,
I never thought about him.
Oh, what do you
think?
It's very nice.
I thought you'd like it.
Come on in.
Wouldn't it be better if we waited here?
Your friend might not like us.
Oh, don't worry about it. He won't mind.
Come on.
Something I want to show you.
What's my picture doing here?
David, who lives here?
I think you'd better explain.
There's nothing to explain, darling.
It's yours. Everything here is yours.
I thought you would have known that by now.
I don't know anything.
How did this brooch come here?
David, tell me the truth.
I love you.
But then if you love me, tell me the truth.
If I love you, how dare
you even hint that I don't?
Everything I've always done was for you.
I've always had you on my mind, darling.
When I took the job, it was for you.
And when I bought this
house, it was for you.
This is your house?
And you're William Newmaster.
You sent me that telegram.
You killed Gerald.
Oh, no, no. No, no, no. It was an accident.
Where are you going?
You're not going to
call the police, are you?
Well, why? They'd never know.
They think I'm Newmaster.
And Gerald's dead.
And you're free.
And we can be together, just the two of
us, just the way we've always dreamed.
That was your dream, David.
You have got to face
the facts once and for all.
I don't love you. I never loved you.
That's not true.
I have tried to tell you,
but you wouldn't listen.
You were always off in that
dream world of your own.
But it's real.
Everything is real.
The furniture's real.
This house is real. Everything.
Listen to me, David.
If Gerald's death was an accident,
the police won't do anything to you.
They'll see to it that you get help.
What do you mean? I don't need help.
Please try to understand.
You've been pretending so long now.
You don't know what's
true anymore or what isn't.
Oh, yes, I do.
The other one is pretending.
Who are you?
Who are you?
You know who I am?
Oh, of course, now I know.
You're an impostor, aren't you?
You're one of Gerald's friends.
No, David!
You're not my Annabelle.
Annabelle wouldn't call the police.
Annabelle loves me.
Industry set the stage
today for a united effort
to seize the initiative
in labor negotiations.
It is now hoped that the
strike which was scheduled
for next Monday at
midnight may be averted.
On the local scene, the Ballard County
Sheriff's Office reports the death of
Gerald Delaney, 31 years of age, of
3852 Lancasham Street, Loomis, New York.
Delaney's death late
last night was reported
by William Newmaster
of 66 Ballard Road.
According to Newmaster, Delaney
was attempting to force his way
into the Ballard Road residence
when he fell and struck his head.
Hello, may I speak to
West Carmichael, please?
Caused by a cerebral contention
pending the coroner's report.
Thank you, thank you, I'll try there.
Reports that Newmaster claimed
Delaney had been drinking heavily
and tried to force his way in,
threatening Newmaster with a gun.
Delaney was dead when
the police arrived at the scene.
Hello, is West Carmichael there?
I know he's been away, I
thought perhaps he'd returned.
No, no, no message.
Linda, I didn't expect you.
I rang, but there was no answer.
Well, come on in, sit down.
I'll fix you a drink.
Thank you, David.
It's nice to see you, Linda.
Let me take your coat.
It's nice to see you too, David. I just
wanted to make sure nothing was wrong.
Of course not, what could be wrong?
Well, I heard the report on the radio.
Oh, you mean about Gerald?
It was an accident, he slipped.
You were here?
No.
Newmaster told me.
I was staying with my father.
Want to sit down?
David.
David, listen to me. For your own sake.
Stop pretending. Your father's dead.
There isn't any newmaster.
This is your own house, isn't it?
Well, I bought it under another name. I
even made up identification and references.
But why, David?
Well, I just wanted to
keep it a secret until I
could bring Annabelle
here and surprise her with it.
She's here now, you know?
I'd like you to meet her.
Nobody knows about us being here.
Annabelle wants to be alone with me.
That's why we're not telling anybody.
Where are you going?
I just thought you might
want to be alone, David.
You're not going to tell anyone about us.
No, no, I wouldn't do that.
You're not going to bring
anyone here, are you?
Annabelle wants to be alone with me.
I understand, David. I understand.
Yes dear, I'm coming.
I'm sorry she woke you up.
I thought there for a minute
she was going to stay right now.
We've waited a long, long time, Annabelle.
But now we can enjoy our time together.
This is our house.
I knew you'd like it.
Our tastes have always been the same.
Well, there's lots of places we
can go, things we can do and see.
But we'll always want to
come back to our house.
It's been a long time.
But from now on, we're
going to be together.
Thus concludes the story of
Annabelle and the capricious chemist.
As for my change of
costume, I'm afraid our synthetic
fabric has turned out to be
somewhat less than successful.
I was feeding a horse a lump of sugar
and somehow he began nibbling my sleeve.
He just didn't know when to stop.
Next week we shall return with
more news of the world of science.
Another story, some commercials
and a new suit of clothes for yours truly.
Until then, good night.
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,
and welcome to the Alfred Hitchcock Hour.
I hope you like my
new evening attire.
I'm quite proud of it. It is
made of a new synthetic fabric,
100% spun sugar. I wish
you could see it in color.
This revolutionary fabric
will end cleaning bills forever.
It is even better
than wash and wear.
You simply wear
it and then eat it.
I especially recommend it to those
of you who wish to look refined.
So much for fashion tips.
Now we come to the truly
important part of the Alfred Hitchcock
Hour, after which we
shall have our story.
Oh, hello, Mr. Newmaster.
Have you got my order
ready? Oh, yes, sir.
Wouldn't seem like a Saturday
without your order,
Mr. Newmaster.
Here we are, two dozen.
Getting a little late in the season.
I'm gonna have to
charge you a little more
for these from now on. Oh,
really? How much? Oh, about $15.
Oh, that sounds fair enough.
Here you are.
Thanks for having them ready for me.
Thank you, Mr. Newmaster.
Mr. Newmaster, you know, I
could deliver these orders.
My truck goes out once
a day.
Oh, I'm afraid that wouldn't be practical.
I'm away most of the time.
Well, have a nice weekend. I will.
David, please, I've told you, you
shouldn't be calling me like this.
Yes, of course he's here.
David, you've got to understand.
Don't you see there isn't even
any point in discussing it? I'm sorry.
Now promise me you won't call here again.
Please, I've got to hang up now. Goodbye.
Don't tell me. Let me guess. Yes. David.
Please, Gerald, don't be angry. Oh,
I'm not really angry. A little confused,
maybe, like your friend David.
I'm sure he
understands now. He won't bother us again.
That's what you said last week.
But he's still calling.
Well, I made him promise this time.
He won't call again. Don't bet on it.
I don't know what else I can say.
Somehow he just refuses to accept.
Well, there's one thing he's got to accept.
You're my wife, not David Kelsey's.
Linda. Hello, Wes. Won't you come
into my parlor? That's spider talk.
Where's the other spider? Oh, David's
not back yet. You'll be long any minute.
I was just fixing myself a drink.
How about one? -Fine.
Is this new?
Yeah.
What's it supposed to be anyway?
David picked it
out. It's not my taste.
Looks like something he
got out of one of his test tubes.
Now, Wes, don't be
disloyal to your profession.
I guess I'll have to ask David about it.
Here we go.
See what you think of my chemistry.
Remarkable.
Your chemistry's good, too.
How many have you had? Oh, 37.
I've been drinking all afternoon
just to get up enough courage
to ask you to come to the company dance
with me. Oh, I was hoping to go with David.
Speaking of David. Were we? Do you suppose
that's where he goes on these weekends to
visit some girl? It's not
any of my business if he did.
I'm sorry, Wes. You
two are so close.
I was just curious.
Well, as a matter of
fact, he goes up into the
country to visit his father.
He leaves early
Saturday morning, comes
back Sunday night. Where
does his father live? I don't know.
Somewhere up near Ballard.
You've never met him, then? No.
Well, I gather his father's some sort of
invalid. David doesn't talk about him much.
David's not very easy to talk to.
I'm not interrupting anything, am I?
No, I'm sorry to say.
It's nice to see you, Linda.
David. Fix your drink? I'll get it.
Bachelors. When was the last time
you two did the dishes around here?
Know what this place
lacks is a woman's touch.
Which one of the two of you
does the cooking? David does.
He has two specialties, charred
steak and burnt toast.
All he can do is bake beans out of a can.
How would you both like to come
to my house for dinner some night?
I cook an exceptional fried chicken.
How about tomorrow night?
I'm afraid I can't.
I'll be tied up until late at the plant.
We don't have to have dinner early. No, I
better not. But you two can go if you want.
Excuse me a minute. Gotta go get washed up.
David.
Do you realize that I haven't
seen you in almost a year? I know.
David, don't you remember last week when
you called? You said you wouldn't phone anymore?
Yes, of
course. But I'm not phoning
now. I'm here. Aren't
you going to invite me in?
Well, I'm afraid that Gerald is
taking a nap. He worked late last night.
It's a bit of a mess.
You'll have to forgive me.
Forgive you? There's
nothing to forgive, darling.
I understand. I've
always understood
you. Ever since we met
and ever since we fell in love.
It's my fault all this happened.
But it has happened, David.
You'll have to understand.
I never should have left town
last year without telling you.
But I heard about this fantastic
opportunity at Cheswick Fabrics.
20,000 a year. Just imagine it, Annabelle.
A house in the country with a Rose garden,
everything we always dreamed of.
But you
never explained. You never even came back.
I wanted to surprise you.
Poor David. I
guess you're the one who got the surprise.
Oh, I know how you
must have felt with me
gone and wanting to get
away from that family of yours.
And then Gerald came along and you
married him on the rebound, didn't you?
Maybe that did have something to
do with it at first, but not any longer.
Since I married Gerald,
I've come to realize that
Oh, David, don't make me say it again.
I told you on the phone how I feel.
You've got to accept facts.
But I am accepting facts, darling.
Don't you think I know how it was when
I called? He was standing right there,
eavesdropping. And he heard
everything you said to me, didn't he?
But you don't have to pretend anymore.
We both know you made a mistake.
But that's all over now. We're going
to be together. You can get a divorce.
But there isn't going
to be any divorce.
You heard me. There isn't
going to be any divorce.
Gerald, well, I'm sorry to meet you
under such awkward circumstances.
We don't have to meet at all. Yeah.
It's all right, honey. I'll take care.
Now, Mr. Kelsey, I suggest you leave now.
I don't know what
you think you're doing.
But whatever it is, I'm going
to put a stop to it right now.
You're not to see
Annabelle again.
And you're not going to make
any long-distance phone calls.
Is that clear?
David, please
go. Don't you see it's no use?
David, please
go. Don't you see it's no use?
Of course I see now. He's
just exactly what I expected.
Jealous, possessive,
domineering. I've had just about
Don't, let him go. You're right.
There's no sense in making a scene.
But don't worry. Everything
will be all right. Bye, darling.
I'm sorry. He just doesn't seem to
understand how we feel about each other.
He doesn't want to understand.
David is a dreamer. He always was.
And you fell in love with a guy like that.
I thought I had until I met you.
You know, if he wasn't such a
nuisance, I'd almost feel sorry for him.
I know how you feel. Tonight he was so
Somehow he scared me. Almost as if he
He was so strange. Almost as if he was
Sick. He's going to be a lot
sicker if he doesn't let you alone.
David, I hope I'm not disturbing anything.
No, of course not. Come on in.
Oh, sit down. I seem to remember Wes
saying something about you like the ballet.
Right. I like some of the classical
ones like Les Sylphides and Swan Lake.
Did you know the Russian Ballet
was going to be in town?
No, I didn't.
As a matter of fact, the evening of
the 30th, they're doing Sylphides.
I'd love to, but I don't think I can know.
The 30th is a Saturday.
Oh, you're busy that Saturday.
Mm-hmm. I go to the country every weekend.
Oh, that's right. Wes did say you
spend the weekends with your father.
Yes, I'm sorry, Linda.
The Ballet hasn't been
here for more than two years.
Do you think maybe just this once you
could see your father on Sunday instead?
No, I don't think so.
He'd never forgive me if I didn't come up.
Anyway, I enjoy going out to
the country on the weekend.
But thanks for asking.
Could you give me a second?
I've got to get back.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm. Yeah.
Didn't work, huh?
I give up.
Well, it was certainly worth trying.
He's a very unusual guy for a chemist.
Yeah, for a chemist.
Well, he is the most attractive and the
youngest around here and the most brilliant.
And let's change the subject.
You're not going to give up.
Daisy, I don't know what else to do
without making a complete fool of myself.
Well, so you struck out
on the company dance.
Well, maybe he doesn't like dancing.
You struck out on the ballet.
So he still doesn't like dancing.
Why don't I dig out his personnel
file and see what his hobbies are?
Daisy, don't, please.
Kelsey Dayton.
Date of birth, April 5, 1936.
Parents deceased.
Schooling, University of Virginia.
Let me see that.
Are you off?
Right.
Give my regards to your dad.
Thanks, I'll do that.
Yes, David, of course it's beautiful.
But I can't accept presents from
you, especially such an expensive one.
Don't you understand?
You shouldn't do such things.
I am married.
No, that's out of the question.
I couldn't possibly meet you.
And you've got to
stop calling me like this.
Goodbye, David.
Not again.
What could I do?
He called long distance.
You heard me hang up on him.
Sure.
Where'd this come from?
A special messenger delivered it
just now while you were at the store.
Diamonds.
He must be out of his mind.
You told him you were sending it back.
Yes, I returned it at once.
Darling.
If I am, I suppose it's because I can't
afford to buy you anything like that.
Who needs it?
Now, you just sit here and relax.
Sure.
How about fixing
some coffee?
Fine.
Gerald?
Look, I invited you here to
cook dinner, not to clean house.
I'm almost through.
Let the dishes alone.
Just be a minute.
Wait a second.
Now.
There's only one way to find out.
I'd like to speak to David Kelsey.
He's not here.
This is his apartment, isn't it?
Yes, we share it, but
he's gone to the country.
He won't be back until tomorrow night.
This is very important.
I'd like to reach him there.
Something I have to
deliver to him in person.
Can it wait until Monday?
You can reach him at the factory.
I have to go out of town Monday.
I'm going to St. Louis.
Oh, this is Miss Brennan.
I'm sorry, I didn't get you.
Delaney, Gerald Delaney.
I'm Wes Carmichael.
How do you do?
Now, if you could just give me
that address where he's staying.
Well, I don't have it.
I really have to locate him.
Well, I don't know where he is exactly.
I do.
I think you can locate him
at 66 Ballard Road in Ballard.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Who's address did you
give him?
David's father.
Gerald.
Surprised?
How did you find this
place?
Never mind.
My wife sends this back.
Take it.
And there's a
And there's a message
that goes with it from my wife.
She says for you to stop calling.
To keep away from her.
She never wants to see you again.
I don't believe that.
You're lying.
And I'm telling you, Kelsey,
stay away from Annabelle.
Get out of here.
Not till you promise to
stay away from Annabelle.
Wait a minute.
What do you think you're doing?
Now listen to me, Kelsey.
Annabelle loves me.
Don't you understand
that?
She loves me. Not you.
She never has loved you.
She never will love you.
And I don't even want her picture in there.
Don't touch that!
If it's me she loves,
Annabelle loves me.
We have now reached
that part of our program
where in the local
stations identify themselves.
There seems to be doubt as to who they are.
Naturally, I would be
the first to admit the
psychological importance
of their identifying
as well as justifying their existence.
Ergo, this station break.
I shall see you at its conclusion.
Welcome back to the Alfred Hitchcock Hour.
When you were here last, we were
showing a message from our sponsor.
We might as well pick up where we left off.
Well, I guess that's it.
You can type up
Mr. Newmaster's statement now.
Just one carbon.
When Peggy comes in tomorrow,
she can make up a batch.
Our regular stenographer
doesn't work on Sundays.
Just the boss.
It's been a long night.
Sure has.
I want to thank you for your
cooperation, Mr. Newmaster.
Thank you.
You're a newspaper man.
I guess you know how important
it is for us to be sure of our facts.
If you could only give us a lead.
Sure.
But all I can say is what I told you.
A perfect stranger came knocking at
the door asking for a man named Parker.
I could see right away he was drunk.
Well, Doc hasn't made
out the coroner's report yet,
but he told me over the phone.
Delaney must have had four or five drinks.
Oh, more than that.
I'd say.
Then when I told him there
was no one named Parker staying
there, he got abusive and
tried to force his way in.
And that's where he pulled the gun.
I tried to close the door.
I intended to call your office.
Are you sure there was no struggle?
You didn't try to go for the
gun and push him away?
No, I'm terrified of guns.
It's funny.
The gun wasn't even loaded.
Well, we finished out at your place.
Doc's working on the body,
and we've got your statement.
Oh, well, then can I leave?
Because I plan to drive
into New York this afternoon.
I have to see some editors about
some assignments in the morning.
All right, Mr. Newmaster.
Just in case,
where can we get in touch with you?
I'll be staying at the Hotel Barton.
on 46th Street.
Barton on 46th.
Delaney's widow may want to talk to you.
In any case, we'll need you back here
for the inquest on Wednesday morning.
Inquest? Oh.
Of course.
Hello?
Hello?
I'd like to send a
telegram
to Annabelle
Delaney.
Lancasham Street.
Yes?
Loomis, New York.
I have important information.
regarding your husband's accident.
Uh, would you come to my home?
66 Ballard Road.
That's in Ballard, in
Ballard, New York,
at 6 o'clock this evening.
Right.
Signed
William Newmaster.
David.
Hello, darling.
What are you doing here?
Let me put the car away for you.
A man named Newmaster sent a
wire asking me to meet him here.
Yes, I know. He's a friend of mine.
He's been delayed,
and I promised that I'd wait
here with you until they got back.
He told me what happened.
Oh, David, I'm so glad you're here.
I know, darling, I know.
The sheriff's office called this morning.
I didn't know what to do.
I just can't believe it.
Don't cry.
Here.
Thank you.
Better?
Yes.
It's just that I can't think.
I don't know what to do.
There's nothing to worry about, darling.
Didn't you once tell me
that Gerald was an orphan?
Yes.
Well, then there's nothing to worry about.
Just a quiet funeral.
I'll make all the necessary arrangements.
But the sheriff said
something about an inquest.
Oh, that's just a formality.
But let's not talk about it here.
Let's go inside.
David, I still don't understand.
You said that the man who owns
this house was a friend of yours.
I met him a long time ago
before my parents died.
Oh, I've known him for years.
You never spoke of him?
Well, when I was with you,
I never thought about him.
Oh, what do you
think?
It's very nice.
I thought you'd like it.
Come on in.
Wouldn't it be better if we waited here?
Your friend might not like us.
Oh, don't worry about it. He won't mind.
Come on.
Something I want to show you.
What's my picture doing here?
David, who lives here?
I think you'd better explain.
There's nothing to explain, darling.
It's yours. Everything here is yours.
I thought you would have known that by now.
I don't know anything.
How did this brooch come here?
David, tell me the truth.
I love you.
But then if you love me, tell me the truth.
If I love you, how dare
you even hint that I don't?
Everything I've always done was for you.
I've always had you on my mind, darling.
When I took the job, it was for you.
And when I bought this
house, it was for you.
This is your house?
And you're William Newmaster.
You sent me that telegram.
You killed Gerald.
Oh, no, no. No, no, no. It was an accident.
Where are you going?
You're not going to
call the police, are you?
Well, why? They'd never know.
They think I'm Newmaster.
And Gerald's dead.
And you're free.
And we can be together, just the two of
us, just the way we've always dreamed.
That was your dream, David.
You have got to face
the facts once and for all.
I don't love you. I never loved you.
That's not true.
I have tried to tell you,
but you wouldn't listen.
You were always off in that
dream world of your own.
But it's real.
Everything is real.
The furniture's real.
This house is real. Everything.
Listen to me, David.
If Gerald's death was an accident,
the police won't do anything to you.
They'll see to it that you get help.
What do you mean? I don't need help.
Please try to understand.
You've been pretending so long now.
You don't know what's
true anymore or what isn't.
Oh, yes, I do.
The other one is pretending.
Who are you?
Who are you?
You know who I am?
Oh, of course, now I know.
You're an impostor, aren't you?
You're one of Gerald's friends.
No, David!
You're not my Annabelle.
Annabelle wouldn't call the police.
Annabelle loves me.
Industry set the stage
today for a united effort
to seize the initiative
in labor negotiations.
It is now hoped that the
strike which was scheduled
for next Monday at
midnight may be averted.
On the local scene, the Ballard County
Sheriff's Office reports the death of
Gerald Delaney, 31 years of age, of
3852 Lancasham Street, Loomis, New York.
Delaney's death late
last night was reported
by William Newmaster
of 66 Ballard Road.
According to Newmaster, Delaney
was attempting to force his way
into the Ballard Road residence
when he fell and struck his head.
Hello, may I speak to
West Carmichael, please?
Caused by a cerebral contention
pending the coroner's report.
Thank you, thank you, I'll try there.
Reports that Newmaster claimed
Delaney had been drinking heavily
and tried to force his way in,
threatening Newmaster with a gun.
Delaney was dead when
the police arrived at the scene.
Hello, is West Carmichael there?
I know he's been away, I
thought perhaps he'd returned.
No, no, no message.
Linda, I didn't expect you.
I rang, but there was no answer.
Well, come on in, sit down.
I'll fix you a drink.
Thank you, David.
It's nice to see you, Linda.
Let me take your coat.
It's nice to see you too, David. I just
wanted to make sure nothing was wrong.
Of course not, what could be wrong?
Well, I heard the report on the radio.
Oh, you mean about Gerald?
It was an accident, he slipped.
You were here?
No.
Newmaster told me.
I was staying with my father.
Want to sit down?
David.
David, listen to me. For your own sake.
Stop pretending. Your father's dead.
There isn't any newmaster.
This is your own house, isn't it?
Well, I bought it under another name. I
even made up identification and references.
But why, David?
Well, I just wanted to
keep it a secret until I
could bring Annabelle
here and surprise her with it.
She's here now, you know?
I'd like you to meet her.
Nobody knows about us being here.
Annabelle wants to be alone with me.
That's why we're not telling anybody.
Where are you going?
I just thought you might
want to be alone, David.
You're not going to tell anyone about us.
No, no, I wouldn't do that.
You're not going to bring
anyone here, are you?
Annabelle wants to be alone with me.
I understand, David. I understand.
Yes dear, I'm coming.
I'm sorry she woke you up.
I thought there for a minute
she was going to stay right now.
We've waited a long, long time, Annabelle.
But now we can enjoy our time together.
This is our house.
I knew you'd like it.
Our tastes have always been the same.
Well, there's lots of places we
can go, things we can do and see.
But we'll always want to
come back to our house.
It's been a long time.
But from now on, we're
going to be together.
Thus concludes the story of
Annabelle and the capricious chemist.
As for my change of
costume, I'm afraid our synthetic
fabric has turned out to be
somewhat less than successful.
I was feeding a horse a lump of sugar
and somehow he began nibbling my sleeve.
He just didn't know when to stop.
Next week we shall return with
more news of the world of science.
Another story, some commercials
and a new suit of clothes for yours truly.
Until then, good night.