Alfred Hitchcock Presents s03e32 Episode Script
Listen, Listen. . . !
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, I hope you'll excuse the use of this mechanical device.
But I have a mild case of laryngitis and I don't wish to strain my voice.
Tonight's story is in Tonight's story is in Tonight's story is in Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, I hope you'll excuse this broken record.
But it was improperly handled.
Tonight's play is called "Listen, Listen!" "Listen, Listen!""Listen, Listen!" But, "Listen, Listen!" really is the name of the story.
"Listen, Listen!""Listen, Listen!" I think we have made that point quite clear.
Now to save my voice, I think we shall indulge in some mental telepathy.
Look at the expression on my face and see if you can tell what is coming next.
Sergeant Oliver? Good afternoon, Sergeant.
Yeah? At last the weather seems to be clearing.
The rain's almost over.
Uh-huh.
I was told outside that you were the detective in charge.
I thought you might listen to something that I Listen to what? It's my belief I have a theory that Have a seat.
Smoke? No, thank you.
I've never smoked.
Nor drank, for that matter.
My wife and I, we were raised that way.
Very strict.
Some people consider it old-fashioned.
All our neighbors, I mean, they consider us old-fashioned.
But What did you come here to tell me? Are the police satisfied with the solution of the Stocking Murders? Very.
You shouldn't be.
Why not? It's the third murder.
What about it? Everybody knew about the first two murders.
Anybody could copy them, the stocking, the lipstick, just copy them for the third murder, the Jamieson girl.
What's your name? Smith.
Jasper.
Jasper F.
Occupation? I am a bookkeeper.
Uh-huh.
Jasper F.
Smith.
Bookkeeper.
Did you kill the Jamieson girl? No? Did you see anybody else kill her? No? Good.
We've got that straight.
It's my theory Yeah, I know and we appreciate your theory, Mr.
Smith.
Very, very much.
It indicates civic pride, you know what I mean? But I've got to tell you what I've told the others with civic pride who had a theory.
It just so happens, see, that all three of them Stocking Murders are sewed up tight.
So if that's the only reason you've come to this office on a rainy afternoon No, no, please You've come to the wrong place.
The Jamieson girl wasn't even killed in this district.
Yes, I know that, but I thought if you'd listen to my ideas and Was taken to the East 51st Street station.
East 51st Street.
Who Whom shall I ask for? You ask for Lieutenant King.
He's in charge.
Lieutenant King? Yes, sir.
He'll be glad to listen to you.
Thank you.
Don't forget now.
Ask for Lieutenant King.
Me, I'm a simple Sergeant, see, but him, he's a Lieutenant.
If you'd just listen Good afternoon, Mr.
Smith.
What did you say your name was? What did you say your name was again? Morgan.
Cyrus Morgan.
Yeah, Cyrus Morgan.
Okay, what can we do for you? It's about the Stocking Murders.
What about them? Well, I thought Yes, Mr.
Morgan? You thought what? I understand you're in charge of the case.
I was.
Oh? The case is now in the hands of the District Attorney.
But you could give the District Attorney new evidence? We have all the evidence we need.
For all three cases? Well, for the first two.
But it's the third case, the murder of the Jamieson girl I tell you, we could always use someone to testify that they saw Schultz go into the Jamieson girl's place.
Did you see him go in that night? Is that why you're here? No.
No.
Nothing like that.
Then why are you here? My theory is Mr.
Morgan, please, my time is valuable.
If you just spare me a few minutes.
Okay.
Shoot.
Three girls, all very young, all living in walk-up apartments alone.
Then three weeks ago today, the first girl was found by her cleaning woman in her pajamas dead, strangled, with a brand new nylon stocking knotted around her throat.
And on her forehead was scrawled a capital "A" in lipstick.
Then one week later, the second girl was found in her bathrobe, strangled with a stocking, an "A" smeared on her forehead with a lipstick.
And another week later, a third Wait a minute.
Either take the rap for Schultz and confess, or stop handing out details I know by heart.
I assure you I'm very familiar with all three cases.
I happen to be a very busy man.
But, it's the third case, the last murder.
Helen Jamieson was found exactly like the other two.
The next day, we picked up this phony stocking salesman we'd been hunting for since the first murder.
There he was, a look in his eye, gold lipstick in his pocket and he'll get the chair.
So what's your point? The papers say that Schultz hasn't confessed to the Jamieson murder.
Yeah.
So you see We've got him cold on the first two murders and as far as the Jamieson case But you aren't sure that he killed the Jamieson girl.
Don't you see? Supposing somebody else did it? No, now see here, Mr.
Morgan, all three murders fit a pattern.
That's just it! Please, please listen.
The first two murders make a pattern.
The stocking, the lipstick.
So anybody who wanted to kill the third girl could do it the same way without any risk because they could count on the police believing it was the last of a series.
My dear Mr.
Morgan, when you were a child, I bet you were a whiz at cops and robbers.
I say the police are making a mistake! You say, do you? So you think the police are incompetent? No, no.
I Well, I wanna tell you something, you've come to the wrong place to say so.
I didn't mean I know how difficult it is.
It's not difficult at all once you understand it's a pattern.
Nylon hose, red lipstick, crazy man caught, stop wasting our time.
Take your complaints to the District Attorney.
Take them to the Commissioner.
Take them to City Hall, for all I care! But get out of here before I call the psycho ward at the hospital and have you committed as a public nuisance! Hey, what's the matter, you sick? No.
I'm all right, thank you.
A little dizzy, but I'm all right.
You're sure? Yes, you see, I forgot about eating lunch.
Thank you for listening to me.
Hey, you better get yourself something to eat.
Okay.
All right, what time? Could I speak to a reporter? A reporter? This is the Want Ad desk.
Look, if you want to talk to a reporter, why don't you go to Aces? Well, isn't this the Chronicle Building? Sure it is.
But right now all the reporters are off duty, hanging one on.
Hanging one on? You know, having a belt.
A drink.
Oh.
Where is Aces? Hold on.
Eighth near 43rd.
Most of them go there.
Aces, 8th near 43rd.
Thank you, young man.
Good evening, sir.
Is this Aces bar? Yes, sir.
Can I help you? I didn't expect a place like this to look so clean, so pleasant.
What will you have, sir? Have? Oh, nothing.
Nothing? Well, I really don't know.
May I suggest a sherry? Wine? Yes, I guess that's harmless enough.
A small glass of sherry.
My, what a pretty color.
It's like gold.
Just like gold.
Would you care for another? No.
No, thank you.
They say that newspapermen use this place a lot? Mmm-hmm.
Some do.
Are there any here now? That's Mr.
Beekman of the Chronicle.
I think I may have another sherry.
Mr.
Beekman? You're on the Chronicle? Mmm-hmm.
Who's your friend? My name is Reid.
Ralph Reid.
Oh, Mr.
Ralph Reid, meet What's your name? Slats.
Meet Slats.
How do you do? Hi.
Perhaps, I could buy you both a drink? Oh, you sure can! Another round, Charlie, on Pop's check.
Sure.
And I'll have another sherry.
Yes, sir.
As a reporter, you must be very interested in the Stocking Murders.
Well, what do you think? I want Mr.
Beekman to listen to my theory about the Jamieson case.
Oh, sure.
Mr.
Beekman, were you assigned to them? The Stocking Murders, I mean.
I imagine you got a real kick reading about them, huh? Cute little devil you are, Pops.
Interested in pretty girls? Dead.
You don't understand! Here's to little men who are fascinated by pretty girls who get strangled.
No, no.
It's the last murder, don't you see? The police are wrong.
I know they're wrong and I want you to print Easy, Pops.
Come on, take it easy.
Could I sit down? Sure, old fellow.
Right over here.
Take it easy.
Here, sit down.
What's wrong? I'm a little dizzy.
I shouldn't have ordered the wine.
I'm not used to wine at all.
Will this pay for the drinks? I mustn't stay here anymore! I shouldn't have come here at all! Well, it's all right, now don't get excited.
The police are fools! And you're a fool, too, for not listening.
Take it easy, you silly old man.
Go home and sleep it off.
Poor Helen, she wasn't killed by that man Schultz.
You could have a headline if you'd listen! All right, that's enough.
You need some fresh air.
Let's go.
Please.
I've got to tell him about Helen! Some other time.
Out! Please.
Please, I Pardon me.
Is there someone in there who would listen to me? You mean a priest? Yes.
I need a priest to listen to me.
Well, by now I imagine Father Rafferty is in the rectory.
Right next door.
You see, over there.
That's right.
He'll be happy to help you.
Thank you.
Yes, sir? May I see Father Rafferty? Step in, please.
I'll tell Father.
Good evening, sir.
Won't you come in please? I'm Father Rafferty.
How do you do? My name is Herbert Johnson.
My real name, that is.
If you wish confession, Mr.
Johnson I'm not of your faith.
Then why I saw your church.
It looked friendly.
I thought maybe someone like you would listen to me.
Listen? Of course.
But you look ill, Mr.
Johnson.
No, no.
My housekeeper can fix you a cup of hot tea.
No, no, thank you.
If you'd just listen to me.
By all means.
Let's take off this wet raincoat.
You sit right here by the fire.
Well, now? It's about the Jamieson case.
Jamieson, Mr.
Johnson? The last of the three murders.
You know about the three murders.
Perhaps this is a matter for the police? I've been to the police.
How can I help you? By listening.
Very well.
It's a heavy burden for me to bear all alone.
Perhaps we can lighten it.
This third murder, the last one Before you speak, Mr.
Johnson.
Yes? If there's murder on your conscience, and you wish to be absolved Absolved? You mean forgiveness? By God.
No, I didn't come here for that.
Very well then.
A mistake has been made.
You've read about the three girls murdered? Three girls? The Stocking Murders.
Just recently.
Oh, yes.
Pitiful, those young women.
I remember reading in the papers.
The first two murders were in all the papers.
Even pictures, close ups.
You remember of that big "A" on their forehead.
Father, if anyone wanted to kill the Jamieson girl it would be the easiest thing in the world to do it the same way, and the police would arrest the first killer and never bother to look for another.
Don't you see how simple it was? Was? You mean, you think that's how it happened? Mr.
Johnson, you must be wrong.
Somewhere I've read that they caught the man who really committed those dreadful murders.
He committed only the first two murders, not the third.
Well, then, if you have definite evidence, go to the But you said you've been to the police.
And they found your theory wrong? Set your mind at rest.
You did what you thought was right No, no, you don't understand.
You see, I know the Jamieson girl's family very well.
Poor people.
May God comfort them.
Her father, her mother I mean, her family, they were very, very strict.
Helen left home when she was only 17.
Seventeen? That's so young.
So young, so pretty, so alive Now I see that she only wanted to have a little fun.
Like all young people, Mr.
Johnson.
No.
Not all young people! Some men, some women have no fun, no joy while they're young! But this girl, this Helen Jamieson, she liked pretty clothes and going to shows.
The theater? Yes, she loved the theater.
So when she left home, she went on the stage with a new name.
And she worked hard and she got along and she kept in touch, but She never saw her father and mother because she was tired of the way they preached at her about the wages of sin.
The wages of sin are death.
She was warned and she was murdered.
No, no, you can't mean that! Do you realize how monstrous your notion is? Better keep such unhealthy theories to yourself, Mr.
Johnson.
Now, let's take it from the police point of view.
They've arrested a man and they're convinced that he killed all three girls.
But, he didn't! Well, is it likely the police are wrong? I hardly think so.
But if you feel that strongly about it, perhaps I can help you.
How? Let me give you a letter to a friend of mine.
He's a detective at 51st street.
King is his name.
Lieutenant King is a fine and What's the matter? I've seen the gentleman.
He dismissed me.
Dismissed you? Well, then, obviously Sorry to disturb you, Father, but it's 7:30 and the Mission Society is waiting for you.
Oh, yes.
I better get ready.
Thank you, Miss Andrews.
Mr.
Johnson, my advice is to forget all this theory of yours.
Yes, Father.
This tragedy happening to people you know well has worried you a great deal.
You're a kind man.
But you've dwelt too long on this poor girl's death.
Get some rest.
Have faith in the police and in God's justice.
God's justice.
Yes.
As I thought.
You have a fever.
You get right home and take a hot drink and go to bed.
By tomorrow, you'll have forgotten all about this theory of yours.
But, Father, don't you Yes.
Thank you.
Goodnight, Father.
I'm sorry I troubled you.
Oh, Herbert, wherever have you been? Are you soaked through and through? Oh, dear, I've been so worried you'd catch cold in this weather.
I'm all right.
Do you think it thoughtful to worry me by being gone all day and not even coming home in time for I'm sorry I was late for dinner.
I cooked your favorite dessert, grenadine rice pudding.
Well, I'll just set the table.
No.
No, please.
I couldn't eat.
You look so tired.
Go to bed, Herbert.
Get a good night's sleep.
You know, I tried to tell them, but I couldn't get the words out.
They listened all right, but they wouldn't understand.
How could they? All right, dear, let's not talk about it.
You're exhausted and that nasty rain.
Let me fix you a cup of nice hot soup.
I even went to the police today.
Yes, dear, don't talk about it.
I'll just fix you something nice and warm.
Please, no.
I said, no.
Well, then take off your slicker.
You'll catch cold sitting here like this.
You think about things too much.
Now be a good boy and let me help you get off with this nasty, dirty raincoat.
And your hat.
I tried to tell them.
They never will believe me now.
I haven't the courage to say anything ever again.
I tried to make them understand.
But they wouldn't listen.
They wouldn't believe that a mother could do such a thing.
To speak and not be heard.
That is a frustrating feat.
It probably accounts for the strange behavior of our sponsor.
So for the next minute, pay strict attention, lest you become more neurotic than he is.
I shall see you in 60 seconds.
But I have a mild case of laryngitis and I don't wish to strain my voice.
Tonight's story is in Tonight's story is in Tonight's story is in Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, I hope you'll excuse this broken record.
But it was improperly handled.
Tonight's play is called "Listen, Listen!" "Listen, Listen!""Listen, Listen!" But, "Listen, Listen!" really is the name of the story.
"Listen, Listen!""Listen, Listen!" I think we have made that point quite clear.
Now to save my voice, I think we shall indulge in some mental telepathy.
Look at the expression on my face and see if you can tell what is coming next.
Sergeant Oliver? Good afternoon, Sergeant.
Yeah? At last the weather seems to be clearing.
The rain's almost over.
Uh-huh.
I was told outside that you were the detective in charge.
I thought you might listen to something that I Listen to what? It's my belief I have a theory that Have a seat.
Smoke? No, thank you.
I've never smoked.
Nor drank, for that matter.
My wife and I, we were raised that way.
Very strict.
Some people consider it old-fashioned.
All our neighbors, I mean, they consider us old-fashioned.
But What did you come here to tell me? Are the police satisfied with the solution of the Stocking Murders? Very.
You shouldn't be.
Why not? It's the third murder.
What about it? Everybody knew about the first two murders.
Anybody could copy them, the stocking, the lipstick, just copy them for the third murder, the Jamieson girl.
What's your name? Smith.
Jasper.
Jasper F.
Occupation? I am a bookkeeper.
Uh-huh.
Jasper F.
Smith.
Bookkeeper.
Did you kill the Jamieson girl? No? Did you see anybody else kill her? No? Good.
We've got that straight.
It's my theory Yeah, I know and we appreciate your theory, Mr.
Smith.
Very, very much.
It indicates civic pride, you know what I mean? But I've got to tell you what I've told the others with civic pride who had a theory.
It just so happens, see, that all three of them Stocking Murders are sewed up tight.
So if that's the only reason you've come to this office on a rainy afternoon No, no, please You've come to the wrong place.
The Jamieson girl wasn't even killed in this district.
Yes, I know that, but I thought if you'd listen to my ideas and Was taken to the East 51st Street station.
East 51st Street.
Who Whom shall I ask for? You ask for Lieutenant King.
He's in charge.
Lieutenant King? Yes, sir.
He'll be glad to listen to you.
Thank you.
Don't forget now.
Ask for Lieutenant King.
Me, I'm a simple Sergeant, see, but him, he's a Lieutenant.
If you'd just listen Good afternoon, Mr.
Smith.
What did you say your name was? What did you say your name was again? Morgan.
Cyrus Morgan.
Yeah, Cyrus Morgan.
Okay, what can we do for you? It's about the Stocking Murders.
What about them? Well, I thought Yes, Mr.
Morgan? You thought what? I understand you're in charge of the case.
I was.
Oh? The case is now in the hands of the District Attorney.
But you could give the District Attorney new evidence? We have all the evidence we need.
For all three cases? Well, for the first two.
But it's the third case, the murder of the Jamieson girl I tell you, we could always use someone to testify that they saw Schultz go into the Jamieson girl's place.
Did you see him go in that night? Is that why you're here? No.
No.
Nothing like that.
Then why are you here? My theory is Mr.
Morgan, please, my time is valuable.
If you just spare me a few minutes.
Okay.
Shoot.
Three girls, all very young, all living in walk-up apartments alone.
Then three weeks ago today, the first girl was found by her cleaning woman in her pajamas dead, strangled, with a brand new nylon stocking knotted around her throat.
And on her forehead was scrawled a capital "A" in lipstick.
Then one week later, the second girl was found in her bathrobe, strangled with a stocking, an "A" smeared on her forehead with a lipstick.
And another week later, a third Wait a minute.
Either take the rap for Schultz and confess, or stop handing out details I know by heart.
I assure you I'm very familiar with all three cases.
I happen to be a very busy man.
But, it's the third case, the last murder.
Helen Jamieson was found exactly like the other two.
The next day, we picked up this phony stocking salesman we'd been hunting for since the first murder.
There he was, a look in his eye, gold lipstick in his pocket and he'll get the chair.
So what's your point? The papers say that Schultz hasn't confessed to the Jamieson murder.
Yeah.
So you see We've got him cold on the first two murders and as far as the Jamieson case But you aren't sure that he killed the Jamieson girl.
Don't you see? Supposing somebody else did it? No, now see here, Mr.
Morgan, all three murders fit a pattern.
That's just it! Please, please listen.
The first two murders make a pattern.
The stocking, the lipstick.
So anybody who wanted to kill the third girl could do it the same way without any risk because they could count on the police believing it was the last of a series.
My dear Mr.
Morgan, when you were a child, I bet you were a whiz at cops and robbers.
I say the police are making a mistake! You say, do you? So you think the police are incompetent? No, no.
I Well, I wanna tell you something, you've come to the wrong place to say so.
I didn't mean I know how difficult it is.
It's not difficult at all once you understand it's a pattern.
Nylon hose, red lipstick, crazy man caught, stop wasting our time.
Take your complaints to the District Attorney.
Take them to the Commissioner.
Take them to City Hall, for all I care! But get out of here before I call the psycho ward at the hospital and have you committed as a public nuisance! Hey, what's the matter, you sick? No.
I'm all right, thank you.
A little dizzy, but I'm all right.
You're sure? Yes, you see, I forgot about eating lunch.
Thank you for listening to me.
Hey, you better get yourself something to eat.
Okay.
All right, what time? Could I speak to a reporter? A reporter? This is the Want Ad desk.
Look, if you want to talk to a reporter, why don't you go to Aces? Well, isn't this the Chronicle Building? Sure it is.
But right now all the reporters are off duty, hanging one on.
Hanging one on? You know, having a belt.
A drink.
Oh.
Where is Aces? Hold on.
Eighth near 43rd.
Most of them go there.
Aces, 8th near 43rd.
Thank you, young man.
Good evening, sir.
Is this Aces bar? Yes, sir.
Can I help you? I didn't expect a place like this to look so clean, so pleasant.
What will you have, sir? Have? Oh, nothing.
Nothing? Well, I really don't know.
May I suggest a sherry? Wine? Yes, I guess that's harmless enough.
A small glass of sherry.
My, what a pretty color.
It's like gold.
Just like gold.
Would you care for another? No.
No, thank you.
They say that newspapermen use this place a lot? Mmm-hmm.
Some do.
Are there any here now? That's Mr.
Beekman of the Chronicle.
I think I may have another sherry.
Mr.
Beekman? You're on the Chronicle? Mmm-hmm.
Who's your friend? My name is Reid.
Ralph Reid.
Oh, Mr.
Ralph Reid, meet What's your name? Slats.
Meet Slats.
How do you do? Hi.
Perhaps, I could buy you both a drink? Oh, you sure can! Another round, Charlie, on Pop's check.
Sure.
And I'll have another sherry.
Yes, sir.
As a reporter, you must be very interested in the Stocking Murders.
Well, what do you think? I want Mr.
Beekman to listen to my theory about the Jamieson case.
Oh, sure.
Mr.
Beekman, were you assigned to them? The Stocking Murders, I mean.
I imagine you got a real kick reading about them, huh? Cute little devil you are, Pops.
Interested in pretty girls? Dead.
You don't understand! Here's to little men who are fascinated by pretty girls who get strangled.
No, no.
It's the last murder, don't you see? The police are wrong.
I know they're wrong and I want you to print Easy, Pops.
Come on, take it easy.
Could I sit down? Sure, old fellow.
Right over here.
Take it easy.
Here, sit down.
What's wrong? I'm a little dizzy.
I shouldn't have ordered the wine.
I'm not used to wine at all.
Will this pay for the drinks? I mustn't stay here anymore! I shouldn't have come here at all! Well, it's all right, now don't get excited.
The police are fools! And you're a fool, too, for not listening.
Take it easy, you silly old man.
Go home and sleep it off.
Poor Helen, she wasn't killed by that man Schultz.
You could have a headline if you'd listen! All right, that's enough.
You need some fresh air.
Let's go.
Please.
I've got to tell him about Helen! Some other time.
Out! Please.
Please, I Pardon me.
Is there someone in there who would listen to me? You mean a priest? Yes.
I need a priest to listen to me.
Well, by now I imagine Father Rafferty is in the rectory.
Right next door.
You see, over there.
That's right.
He'll be happy to help you.
Thank you.
Yes, sir? May I see Father Rafferty? Step in, please.
I'll tell Father.
Good evening, sir.
Won't you come in please? I'm Father Rafferty.
How do you do? My name is Herbert Johnson.
My real name, that is.
If you wish confession, Mr.
Johnson I'm not of your faith.
Then why I saw your church.
It looked friendly.
I thought maybe someone like you would listen to me.
Listen? Of course.
But you look ill, Mr.
Johnson.
No, no.
My housekeeper can fix you a cup of hot tea.
No, no, thank you.
If you'd just listen to me.
By all means.
Let's take off this wet raincoat.
You sit right here by the fire.
Well, now? It's about the Jamieson case.
Jamieson, Mr.
Johnson? The last of the three murders.
You know about the three murders.
Perhaps this is a matter for the police? I've been to the police.
How can I help you? By listening.
Very well.
It's a heavy burden for me to bear all alone.
Perhaps we can lighten it.
This third murder, the last one Before you speak, Mr.
Johnson.
Yes? If there's murder on your conscience, and you wish to be absolved Absolved? You mean forgiveness? By God.
No, I didn't come here for that.
Very well then.
A mistake has been made.
You've read about the three girls murdered? Three girls? The Stocking Murders.
Just recently.
Oh, yes.
Pitiful, those young women.
I remember reading in the papers.
The first two murders were in all the papers.
Even pictures, close ups.
You remember of that big "A" on their forehead.
Father, if anyone wanted to kill the Jamieson girl it would be the easiest thing in the world to do it the same way, and the police would arrest the first killer and never bother to look for another.
Don't you see how simple it was? Was? You mean, you think that's how it happened? Mr.
Johnson, you must be wrong.
Somewhere I've read that they caught the man who really committed those dreadful murders.
He committed only the first two murders, not the third.
Well, then, if you have definite evidence, go to the But you said you've been to the police.
And they found your theory wrong? Set your mind at rest.
You did what you thought was right No, no, you don't understand.
You see, I know the Jamieson girl's family very well.
Poor people.
May God comfort them.
Her father, her mother I mean, her family, they were very, very strict.
Helen left home when she was only 17.
Seventeen? That's so young.
So young, so pretty, so alive Now I see that she only wanted to have a little fun.
Like all young people, Mr.
Johnson.
No.
Not all young people! Some men, some women have no fun, no joy while they're young! But this girl, this Helen Jamieson, she liked pretty clothes and going to shows.
The theater? Yes, she loved the theater.
So when she left home, she went on the stage with a new name.
And she worked hard and she got along and she kept in touch, but She never saw her father and mother because she was tired of the way they preached at her about the wages of sin.
The wages of sin are death.
She was warned and she was murdered.
No, no, you can't mean that! Do you realize how monstrous your notion is? Better keep such unhealthy theories to yourself, Mr.
Johnson.
Now, let's take it from the police point of view.
They've arrested a man and they're convinced that he killed all three girls.
But, he didn't! Well, is it likely the police are wrong? I hardly think so.
But if you feel that strongly about it, perhaps I can help you.
How? Let me give you a letter to a friend of mine.
He's a detective at 51st street.
King is his name.
Lieutenant King is a fine and What's the matter? I've seen the gentleman.
He dismissed me.
Dismissed you? Well, then, obviously Sorry to disturb you, Father, but it's 7:30 and the Mission Society is waiting for you.
Oh, yes.
I better get ready.
Thank you, Miss Andrews.
Mr.
Johnson, my advice is to forget all this theory of yours.
Yes, Father.
This tragedy happening to people you know well has worried you a great deal.
You're a kind man.
But you've dwelt too long on this poor girl's death.
Get some rest.
Have faith in the police and in God's justice.
God's justice.
Yes.
As I thought.
You have a fever.
You get right home and take a hot drink and go to bed.
By tomorrow, you'll have forgotten all about this theory of yours.
But, Father, don't you Yes.
Thank you.
Goodnight, Father.
I'm sorry I troubled you.
Oh, Herbert, wherever have you been? Are you soaked through and through? Oh, dear, I've been so worried you'd catch cold in this weather.
I'm all right.
Do you think it thoughtful to worry me by being gone all day and not even coming home in time for I'm sorry I was late for dinner.
I cooked your favorite dessert, grenadine rice pudding.
Well, I'll just set the table.
No.
No, please.
I couldn't eat.
You look so tired.
Go to bed, Herbert.
Get a good night's sleep.
You know, I tried to tell them, but I couldn't get the words out.
They listened all right, but they wouldn't understand.
How could they? All right, dear, let's not talk about it.
You're exhausted and that nasty rain.
Let me fix you a cup of nice hot soup.
I even went to the police today.
Yes, dear, don't talk about it.
I'll just fix you something nice and warm.
Please, no.
I said, no.
Well, then take off your slicker.
You'll catch cold sitting here like this.
You think about things too much.
Now be a good boy and let me help you get off with this nasty, dirty raincoat.
And your hat.
I tried to tell them.
They never will believe me now.
I haven't the courage to say anything ever again.
I tried to make them understand.
But they wouldn't listen.
They wouldn't believe that a mother could do such a thing.
To speak and not be heard.
That is a frustrating feat.
It probably accounts for the strange behavior of our sponsor.
So for the next minute, pay strict attention, lest you become more neurotic than he is.
I shall see you in 60 seconds.