01x07 - Annabel

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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 a*usive and

tried to force his way in.

And that's where he pulled the g*n.

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

g*n and push him away?

No, I'm terrified of g*ns.

It's funny.

The g*n 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 k*lled 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 g*n.

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.