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Pretty Hands Couldn't Do It

Mr. and Mrs. North

Pretty Hands Couldn't Do It

Dec 05 1950





CAST:

ANNOUNCER

PAM, Mrs. North

JERRY, Mr. North

VICTOR, opera singer

SPIRE, his manager

SALLY

BILL, the police lieutenant

YVONNE, Italian

DICK, Sally's brother

TOM, police desk (3 lines)





MUSIC: CHORD ... THEN IN BG


ANNOUNCER: MR. AND MRS. NORTH, starring Joseph Curtin and Alice Frost!


MUSIC: UP, FOR AN INTRO .... THEN BEHIND ANNOUNCER--


ANNOUNCER: Unlike most people, Pam and Jerry North don't consider it a crime to be mixed up in a murder. And in some cases, the mix-up takes place before the murder even happens. For example, let's take a look into a theatrical office in midtown Manhattan, and find out why a popular baritone like Victor Stefano is seeking the advice of his manager, Gilbert Spire.


VICTOR: I tell you, I'm going out of my mind, Gilbert. I can't sleep. I can't eat. I can't even sing any more.


SPIRE: Now, now, calm down a minute.


VICTOR: Calm down, he says. How can I be calm when this hangs over my head like a sword?


SPIRE: Well, uh, just what is the trouble, Victor? What makes you think your wife is trying to murder ya, huh?


VICTOR: I told you before. It's the little things. Like her staring at me. Like waking up in the middle of the night and finding her hovering over my bed. I'm afraid to let her out of my sight.


SPIRE: But what has she actually done, eh?


VICTOR: That's just it. Nothing. Nothing I can put my finger on. If I could only catch her at something, my worries would be over. If I could only fathom what is going on in her mind.


SPIRE: Now, look, Victor -- you've been working too hard. Too many appearances at the opera; too many concerts.


VICTOR: What has that to do with it? You think I'm imagining all this?


SPIRE: Well, if you seriously think your wife is trying to kill you, why don't you go to the police, eh?


VICTOR: Because there is nothing to tell them! There is no evidence. That is why I thought of the Norths. They might be able to help me.


SPIRE: Mr. and Mrs. North?


VICTOR: Why not? They have had experience in murder cases. Perhaps they can prevent one from taking place.


SPIRE: But you hardly know them, and they've never met your wife.


VICTOR: All the more reason for calling them in. He is a publisher and I can introduce them to Yvonne without arousing suspicion.


SPIRE: Now, wait a minute, Victor--


VICTOR: No, no! I can't afford to wait any longer. It may be too late. I'll invite them to my house tonight.


SPIRE: All right, all right, if you want to bring in a couple of amateur detectives, go ahead and invite them. But if I were you, I'd get the police!


MUSIC: BRIDGE


SOUND: DOORBELL BUZZES


PAM: Are you sure this is the right apartment, Jerry?


JERRY: Darling, there's only one Victor Stefano in this building. Although I must say I can't understand why he insisted on inviting us over here. I hardly know the man.


PAM: Well, aren't you going to publish his memoirs or something? 


JERRY: I will if he'll write them. But the last time I broached the subject, he--


SOUND: APARTMENT DOOR OPENS


SALLY: (HESITANT, UNNERVED) Yes? 


JERRY: Oh, uh, good evening. 


SALLY: How do you do?


JERRY: I don't believe we've ever had the pleasure of meeting you, Mrs. Stefano. I'm Jerry North.


SALLY: Who? 


JERRY: Jerry North. And this is Mrs. North. 


PAM: How do you do, Mrs. Stefano? 


SALLY: (STAMMERS NERVOUSLY) How do you do?


JERRY: (BEAT, AWKWARD) Well, shall we - go in? 


SALLY: (ALARMED) In where? 


JERRY: Inside. I mean, we're Mr. and Mrs. North. Weren't you expecting us? 


SALLY: (LYING BADLY) Er, no. Mr. Stefano didn't say a thing.


PAM: Oh, now isn't that just like a man? He invites people over for an evening and then forgets to tell you about it. Jerry does it all the time.


SALLY: Oh, wait. Wait, Mrs. North.


PAM: Wait?


SALLY: Yes, ah, ah-- I'd rather you wouldn't go in just now. The place is a mess. Can't we make it some other time?


PAM: Oh, but Mr. Stefano insisted on our coming tonight.


SALLY: That's strange. He's not home.


JERRY: Well, for Pete's sake!


SALLY: I'd ask you to come in, but I'm late for an engagement downtown, and - and I still have to dress.


PAM: Oh, that's perfectly all right. Well, we'll just forget about the whole thing. 


SALLY: (RELIEVED) Well, I'm terribly embarrassed.


PAM: Oh, don't be silly. We don't mind. Come along, Jerry. 


JERRY: (BEWILDERED) Oh, uh, yes.


SALLY: Good night, Mr. North.


JERRY: Good night, Mrs. Stefano. Nice to have met you.


MUSIC: BRIDGE


SOUND: DURING FOLLOWING, THE NORTHS WALK TO THEIR APARTMENT DOOR, UNLOCK AND OPEN IT, ENTER, AND CLOSE THE DOOR BEHIND THEM--


JERRY: I don't get it, Pam. I don't get it at all.


PAM: What, dear? The fact that Mr. Stefano wasn't in? 


JERRY: No. The fact that you insisted on coming back home. 


PAM: Oh. 


JERRY: Any other night, you'd have tried to make a big mystery out of something like this.


PAM: Well, it is a mystery, in a way. But it seems so personal, I didn't think we had a right to investigate it. Besides, I just know that Mrs. Stefano is innocent.


JERRY: Innocent of what?


PAM: Anything.


JERRY: Well, I don't know who's responsible for the mix-up, but I had a feeling she was lying to us all the time we were at the door.


PAM: That's why I believed in her. She lied so badly. 


JERRY: Hmmm? 


PAM: Well, isn't it true, Jerry? Bad liars are usually nice people. 


JERRY: Sorry, but I don't follow that one. And if I-- Uh oh, there's a telegram on the floor.


PAM: Oh, who's it from?


JERRY: Wait a second now, and I'll see.


SOUND: TELEGRAM OPENED, UNFOLDED


JERRY: Well, here's the answer to the mystery. (READS) "Please cancel engagement for tonight. Wife has theater date and can't be home. Will call you tomorrow morning." Signed, Victor Stefano.


PAM: Well, I knew it'd be something like that. Only Mr. Stefano should have called up instead of sending us a telegram.


JERRY: Maybe he did while we were out to dinner. After all--


SOUND: PHONE RINGS


JERRY: I'll get it, dear.


SOUND: PHONE RECEIVER UP


JERRY: (INTO PHONE) Hello.


BILL: (FILTER) Hello, Jerry. It's Bill Weigand.


JERRY: Hi, Bill! How are you?


BILL: (FILTER) Oh, pretty good.


JERRY: Something on your mind?


BILL: (FILTER) Well, it isn't exactly a blank. Say, how soon can you and Pam get up to the Lourdo Apartments?


JERRY: Lourdo Apartments? Why, we were just up there to see Victor Stefano. 


BILL: (FILTER) That's why I'm calling you, Jerry. Victor Stefano is dead. 


JERRY: What? 


BILL: (FILTER) He was murdered less than an hour ago.


MUSIC: BRIDGE


SOUND: APARTMENT DOOR CLOSES


JERRY: What's the story, Bill? How'd it happen?


BILL: Well, that's exactly what I'm trying to find out.


PAM: What are you acting so mysterious about? (UNEASY) Is he still there?


BILL: No, no, the body's been removed.


PAM: (RELIEVED SIGH)


SOUND: THEIR FOOTSTEPS THROUGH APARTMENT


BILL: He was murdered in this apartment. 


PAM: Oh, Bill, when? Who killed him? Have you got any leads? 


BILL: Now, Pam--


PAM: But we have to know, Bill. We were here before, and we-- Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know anybody else was here.


BILL: Uh, Mr. and Mrs. North, this is Gilbert Spire, Mr. Stefano's manager. 


JERRY: Oh, how do you do?


PAM: How do you do?


SPIRE: Yes, how do you do? Glad you were able to get here, Mr. North. Although I don't understand why you weren't here before.


PAM: But we were. 


BILL: When? 


JERRY: I told you on the phone, we were here just before you called up. 


SPIRE: Are you sure you were in this apartment, Mr. North? 


PAM: Why, of course. Mrs. Stefano answered the door. 


BILL: Oh, she did, did she? Well, what'd she say to you? 


JERRY: Well, she acted very peculiar, Bill. She wouldn't let us in. 


BILL: Did she say why? 


PAM: Well, she-- Bill, what is this? Why are you cross-examining us? Don't you believe we were here?


SOUND: DOOR OPENS ... YVONNE'S FOOTSTEPS IN


YVONNE: (APPROACHES) Of course they weren't, Lieutenant! I told you they were lying!


JERRY: What?


YVONNE: I don't know what they're trying to do. But it's a good thing you had me waiting in the other room to hear their story.


PAM: What story? 


YVONNE: This lie you're telling about being here, talking to Mrs. Stefano! 


SPIRE: Yes, why are you lying, Mr. North? 


JERRY: Who's lying? If you don't think we're telling the truth, just get Mrs. Stefano and we'll prove it!


YVONNE: Mrs. Stefano?! Are you crazy?! I am Mrs. Stefano! 


MUSIC: BRIDGE


JERRY: Now wait a minute. If this woman is Mrs. Stefano, who's the one who answered the door for us?


YVONNE: That is what I would like to know. How did she get into this apartment? And what was she doing here?


BILL: Well, it's beginning to look as if she was here to murder your husband, Mrs. Stefano.


PAM: Oh, now, Bill -- don't jump to conclusions. I'm sure that sweet little girl had nothing to do with it. She couldn't have.


SPIRE: Why not, Mrs. North?


PAM: Well, this may sound silly to a man who manages business affairs, but there was something about her, Mr. Spire. Something very soft and - and frightened. Like Little Red Riding Hood.


BILL: Oh, for cryin' out loud!


PAM: Well, there was, Bill! She had such a - a gentle expression, and such big, open eyes.


BILL: Anything like the ones in this picture, Pam? 


PAM: Oh? What picture? 


BILL: The one I found in this locket. Here, here, take a look.


PAM: (BEAT, SURPRISED) Why, Bill, that's her. Whose locket is this? 


BILL: Well, hers, I imagine. Found it right here in the apartment. 


YVONNE: Just a minute, Lieutenant! I know who this woman is! 


BILL: Who?


YVONNE: Mr. Spire's secretary, Sally Ford.


SPIRE: What?!


YVONNE: Well, that's her picture, Gilbert. And if she was in this apartment tonight, she must have killed my husband.


BILL: Why do say that, Mrs. Stefano? What do you know about Sally Ford? 


YVONNE: A great deal more than I want to know!


SPIRE: Now, Mrs. Stefano, please! 


YVONNE: Well, why conceal it, Gilbert? Everybody knows what has been going on!


BILL: Everybody but me! All I've heard is her name. 


YVONNE: Well, I wish I had never heard it. She did everything she could to come between Mr. Stefano and me.


SPIRE: Oh, it wasn't as bad as all that, Yvonne.


YVONNE: Wasn't it? Are you going to stand there and deny there wasn't anything between them?


SPIRE: Well, it might have been a harmless flirtation, perhaps, but certainly nothing more.


YVONNE: Oh, how can you say that, Gilbert? I threatened to leave him if he did not give her up. And this morning he said he was going to.


BILL: Well, that's how it happened. She came over here tonight and he told her he was through, so she killed him.


PAM: No! I won't believe it! Just because you found her locket in this apartment, doesn't--


BILL: I didn't find it in the apartment, Pam. I found it in Mr. Stefano's hand when I examined the body.


PAM: Well, that doesn't mean that she killed him!


BILL: Doesn't it? Now, look at the way this chain's broken. It was torn from her neck during a struggle. 


PAM: Well--


BILL: Stefano reached out and grabbed this locket in an effort to protect himself, and that's the last thing he ever did.


MUSIC: BRIDGE


SOUND: DOORBELL BUZZES


PAM: Bill, are you sure you won't reconsider before Miss Ford answers her doorbell? After all, arresting an innocent woman--


BILL: She's not an innocent woman, Pam. And it won't do any good to tell me about Red Riding Hood.


PAM: But if you make a false arrest--


JERRY: Pam, will you let the poor man alone?


PAM: Well--


SOUND: DOOR OPENS


SALLY: Yes?


BILL: Miss Ford? 


SALLY: Yes? 


PAM: Don't be afraid, Miss Ford. You remember us, don't you?


SALLY: (TERRIFIED) Oh, no! (PANICKED GASPS AND CRIES BEHIND--)


SOUND: SALLY TRIES TO SLAM DOOR, BUT BILL BLOCKS IT WITH HIS BODY


BILL: I wouldn't try that, if I were you. Trying to slam the door won't help your case any, Miss Ford. I'm Lieutenant Weigand, Homicide. 


SALLY: Well-- What do you want of me?


BILL: I want you to come down to headquarters for questioning. I'm taking you in on suspicion of murder.


SALLY: But I didn't kill him, I swear I didn't. He was dead when I got there. 


BILL: Who? How'd you know who I was talking about? 


SALLY: Well-- I knew he was dead! I admit that much. 


BILL: Then you'd better come with me and admit the rest of it.


SALLY: No! Wait! I - I had no reason to kill Mr. Stefano. I was very close to him.


BILL: Perhaps a little too close. Get your things, Miss Ford. You're going to be gone for some time.


SALLY: But you're not even listening to me! Won't you give me a chance to explain? 


BILL: (PATRONIZING) Sure, go ahead. What's your alibi? 


SALLY: Well-- I haven't got an alibi. 


PAM: You see, Bill?


BILL: See what? 


PAM: A good murderess would have one. 


BILL: Who said she was a good murderess? 


SALLY: I'm not one at all! 


BILL: Then what were you doing in Mr. Stefano's apartment tonight? How'd you happen to be there just about the time of the murder?


SALLY: He sent for me. I mean, he left a message for me to come there. But he was dead when I opened the door.


BILL: Is that why you didn't call the police?


SALLY: Well, I - I was so frightened I didn't know what to do and then the doorbell rang.


PAM: Was that us?


SALLY: Yes. I didn't know who you were and I was afraid you'd think I had something to do with the murder. So I didn't let you in.


JERRY: But you could have told us you weren't Mrs. Stefano. 


SALLY: Well, I - I didn't want to get involved with the police! 


BILL: Then you should have picked up this locket before you left the apartment.


SALLY: (ASTONISHED) Where did you get that?


BILL: I found it in Mr. Stefano's hand. He tore it from your neck just before you killed him. 


SALLY: No! Somebody put it there! Somebody's trying to frame me!


BILL: Now, take it easy, Miss Ford. You're in this deep enough already.


SOUND: DICK'S FOOTSTEPS APPROACH


DICK: Say, what's goin' on here? 


SALLY: Dick! You keep out of this -- please! 


BILL: Now wait a minute. (TO DICK) Who are you?


DICK: Dick Ford. 


SALLY: He's my brother. But he doesn't know anything about it.


DICK: The heck I don't! You're on the wrong track, copper. Sally didn't murder Mr. Stefano.


BILL: How do you know? 


DICK: Because I did it -- myself. 


SALLY: Dick! What are you saying? 


DICK: I killed him. I did it to get even with him for the way he was treatin' you. 


SALLY: Dick! 


DICK: I know it was a crazy thing to do. But I couldn't help myself. I didn't want to kill him. I just wanted to beat him up.


BILL: So what happened?


DICK: He reached for a gun and I grabbed hold of his arm. We fought for a minute, but he pulled the trigger before I could get the gun out of his hand. Bullet went right through him.


BILL: Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Ford, but you can't protect your sister with a story like that.


DICK: What do you mean? I killed him in self-defense! 


BILL: Oh, sure, sure, you shot him with his own gun. Only he wasn't shot, Mr. Ford. He was stabbed.


MUSIC: BRIDGE


SOUND: TRAFFIC BACKGROUND ... PAM AND JERRY'S FOOTSTEPS AS THEY WALK DOWN THE STREET


JERRY: It's no use, Pam. Bill's got an airtight case against her and there's nothing you can do about it.


PAM: Well, I'm not going to let her spend the night in jail just because he arrested her. I just know she's innocent.


JERRY: Well, I don't! That brother of hers looks like a cutthroat, and it probably runs in the family.


PAM: Oh, don't be silly, Jerry. She isn't anything like her brother.


JERRY: All right, all right, I'm sorry I mentioned it. Now let's go home and get some sleep. We've been walking all over the city of New York.


PAM: Oh, but it's so nice out, Jerry. Let's just walk a little while longer. 


JERRY: What for? Where are you taking me to? 


PAM: Oh, no place. 


JERRY: No place, huh? Isn't that Mr. Stefano's apartment house on the corner? 


PAM: (PLAYING DUMB) Hmmm? Oh, is it?


JERRY: As if you didn't know. What's the idea of dragging me back here? What are you up to now?


PAM: Well, so much has been left undone, Jerry. I mean, there's no actual proof that Sally's the one who--


SOUND: FOOTSTEPS STOP


JERRY: (BEAT) What's the matter?


PAM: (LOW) Over there, at the side entrance of the building. Is that Mrs. Stefano?


JERRY: It is, at that. I wonder what she's doing there


PAM: Well, let's ask her. (CALLS) Uh, Mrs. Stefano?! 


SOUND: FROM OFF, YVONNE'S FOOTSTEPS HURRY AWAY


PAM: (CALLS) Oh, just a minute, Mrs. Stefano, don't run away!


JERRY: That's funny. She ducked into that alley as soon as you called her.


PAM: Do you think she heard me?


JERRY: Of course she did. Quick, let's follow her.


SOUND: PAM AND JERRY'S HURRIED FOOTSTEPS IN AGREEMENT WITH--


PAM: (HESITANT) Oh, into that dark alley?


JERRY: It probably leads to the basement of the building. Come on, dear. We'll lose her if we don't hurry.


PAM: (RELUCTANT) Oh.


SOUND: PAM AND JERRY'S HURRIED FOOTSTEPS INTO ALLEY ... THEN FOOTSTEPS SLOW, CONTINUE IN BG


JERRY: Easy now. She must be around here somewhere.


PAM: Jerry? It's sort of creepy in here. Nothing but dark walls to look at. 


JERRY: Well, don't look at the walls, dear. Look for Mrs. Stefano. 


PAM: She could be lurking behind any one of them.


SOUND: FOOTSTEPS OUT WITH ECHOING CRASH OF ASHCAN KNOCKED OVER


PAM: (GASPS) Oh, golly! What was that? 


JERRY: I'm sorry. I bumped into an ashcan.


PAM: (RATTLED) Well, I wish you'd tell me when you're gonna do things like that. I thought I was dead.


SOUND: YVONNE'S FOOTSTEPS IN


YVONNE: (HUSHED, URGENT) Mrs. North!


PAM: (STARTLED GASP) Good heavens!


YVONNE: It's me, Mrs. North. Mrs. Stefano. 


JERRY: Well, what are you trying to do? Scare the life out of us? 


YVONNE: Oh, I'm sorry. I did not mean to frighten you.


PAM: What did you mean to do? Why did you run away from us just now?


YVONNE: Well, I got a call to come downstairs just now. A man with a mysterious voice called up and told me to meet him here.


PAM: Just now? 


YVONNE: Yes! He said he'd kill me if I told anyone about it. So I was afraid to speak to you.


PAM: Well, where is this man?


YVONNE: I don't know!


JERRY: Sounds awfully phony to me.


PAM: Me, too. Bet that phone call probably was a trick to get you out of the house. Somebody wanted to be in your apartment while you weren't there!


YVONNE: What for? 


JERRY: I don't know. But we'd better get right upstairs and find out.


MUSIC: BRIDGE ... THEN SUSPENSEFUL IN BG


SOUND: APARTMENT DOOR OPENS SLOWLY ... YVONNE, PAM, AND JERRY SPEAK IN HUSHED TONES


PAM: Anybody inside, Jerry?


JERRY: Shhh! I don't see anybody.


PAM: Well, let's look around.


MUSIC: OUT WITH--


SOUND: A CLATTER, OFF


PAM: Oh, my goodness! What was that?


YVONNE: Sounds like there's somebody in the kitchen.


JERRY: Wait. I'll go see. 


YVONNE: Here, this way, Mr. North. The pantry door's right over here. 


SOUND: A FEW FOOTSTEPS


PAM: Can you see through the glass? 


JERRY: Just about. There's a man in there, fiddling around with the refrigerator. 


PAM: What's he doing? 


JERRY: Holy mackerel! It's Dick Ford -- the girl's brother.


PAM: Open the door! Quick! 


JERRY: All right. Just let me get my hand on something solid, and I will.


SOUND: SLIGHT RATTLE AS JERRY PICKS UP A CHAIR


JERRY: Now stand back.


SOUND: PANTRY DOOR BURSTS OPEN ... VOICES NO LONGER HUSHED


JERRY: Stay where you are, Mr. Ford! 


DICK: (STARTLED) Wha--?! 


JERRY: Stay where you are, I said, or I'll hit you over the head with this chair! 


DICK: I - I wasn't doin' anything!


JERRY: No? What'd you come here for? And why'd you call up Mrs. Stefano and threaten to kill her?


DICK: Because I - I wanted to search this apartment. 


PAM: Search it for what? 


DICK: Evidence. Somebody's tryin' to frame my sister -- and I've got to prove she didn't do it.


YVONNE: Well, that's no excuse for threatening my life!


DICK: Maybe it isn't. But I'm glad I came here just the same. Look what I found behind the stove, Mr. North.


JERRY: What?


DICK: The murder weapon. All wrapped up in some newspapers. With a pair of bloodstained gloves!


SOUND: RATTLE OF NEWSPAPER


YVONNE: Let me see those gloves. 


JERRY: Just a minute, Mrs. Stefano, I'll take those gloves. 


YVONNE: But they're mine! 


DICK: You bet your life, they're yours! They've got your initials on 'em! 


PAM: Then Mrs. Stefano is the one who--


YVONNE: Oh, no! I didn't! 


JERRY: We'll see about that, Mrs. Stefano -- at Police Headquarters.


MUSIC: BRIDGE


SOUND: INTERCOM BUZZES ... CLICK OF SWITCH


BILL: Yes? 


TOM: (FILTERED) Mr. and Mrs. North are here to see you, Lieutenant.


BILL: Okay, send 'em in.


SOUND: CLICK OF SWITCH


SPIRE: You want me to go, Lieutenant?


BILL: Oh, no, no, no, stay where you are, Mr. Spire. The Norths'll be interested to know what you've been telling me about Mrs. Stefano and her husband's suspicions about her. At least it explains why--


SOUND: OFFICE DOOR OPENS ... PAM AND JERRY'S FOOTSTEPS IN


JERRY: Bill! I've got to talk to you, Bill!


BILL: Oh? Well, what's all the excitement about, Jerry? 


JERRY: We've got the murderer! 


BILL: Oh, really? 


PAM: We have, Bill. She's right outside.


BILL: You mean she's downstairs in a nice little cell. I've got Miss Sally Ford under lock and key.


PAM: Aw. Well, you'd just better let her out -- because she didn't commit the murder! It was Mrs. Stefano!


BILL: Wha--? Mrs. Stefano?


JERRY: That's right, Bill. We've got the murder weapon and the gloves she wore when she used it. Here, look.


SOUND: NEWSPAPER-WRAPPED PACKAGE HITS DESK ... UNWRAPPED BY BILL


BILL: Hey, what kind of gag is this?


JERRY: No gag. Dick Ford found this package behind the stove in Mrs. Stefano's apartment.


BILL: Well, he must have planted it there himself, the crazy fool. This isn't the murder weapon.


PAM: How do you know?


BILL: Because I've got the murder weapon right here in my desk. I've had it there for some time.


PAM: Are you sure it's the right one?


BILL: Well, of course, I'm sure! I found it myself, didn't I?


PAM: Where? How do you know it's the one that killed Mr. Stefano?


BILL: Oh, I know, all right. Because I found it in Mr. Stefano's body!


MUSIC: BRIDGE


PAM: I don't understand it. I - I just don't understand it, Bill.


BILL: Well, you would, if you'd stop trying to defend the wrong person. You see, Pam, the murder weapon isn't a knife.


SOUND: DESK DRAWER OPENS, OBJECT REMOVED


BILL: It's a letter opener with a steel blade five inches long. And, now that I've had time to make a few inquiries, I found out who it belongs to.


JERRY: Who?


BILL: Mr. Spire's secretary, Sally Ford. Isn't that right, Mr. Spire?


SPIRE: Now just a moment, Lieutenant. I never made any such statement. I told you Miss Ford had a letter opener like the one you've got there, but, uh, I didn't say that one was hers.


BILL: Well, it is, just the same. Her fingerprints were all over it.


PAM: But what about the knife? And the bloodstained gloves?


JERRY: They were just plants, dear. Dick Ford was trying to frame Mrs. Stefano for the sake of his sister.


BILL: Exactly. 


PAM: Well, I still don't believe that Sally did it.


BILL: Well, if you need personal proof, I think I can give it to you. You'll see in just a moment.


SOUND: CLICK OF SWITCH


BILL: (INTO INTERCOM) Tom?


TOM: (FILTERED) Yes, sir? 


BILL: (INTO INTERCOM) Send Miss Sally Ford in here, will you? I'd like to speak to her.


TOM: (FILTERED) Yes, sir.


SOUND: CLICK OF SWITCH


PAM: Bill, what are you up to?


BILL: Well, I don't usually do things like this, Pam, but just to convince you and Mr. Spire that Sally's guilty, I'm going to confront her with the murder weapon and let you watch her reaction.


JERRY: I don't get it, Bill. What'll her reaction prove? 


BILL: Plenty, I think. If she's innocent, she should have no reaction at all. 


SPIRE: And if she's guilty?


BILL: If she's guilty, Mr. Spire, this letter opener will make her very uncomfortable. In fact, it might even drive her into a confession.


PAM: Oh, she won't react to that letter opener at all. 


BILL: Won't she?


PAM: No! Because it isn't hers. And she didn't kill Mr. Stefano.


BILL: Shh! She's at the door.


SOUND: OFFICE DOOR OPENS ... SALLY'S FOOTSTEPS IN


SALLY: You wanted to see me, Lieutenant? 


BILL: Yes, come in, Miss Ford. How do you feel? 


SALLY: All right, I guess.


SOUND: OFFICE DOOR SHUTS


SALLY: (HOPEFUL) You letting me go? 


BILL: Why, no. No, I just wanted to ask a few more questions.


SALLY: About what? 


BILL: About this letter opener, Miss Ford.


SALLY: (GASPS) Good heavens! 


BILL: Do you happen to know who it belongs to? 


SALLY: Where did you get that? 


BILL: Answer my question, Miss Ford. Do you know who it belongs to? 


SALLY: Yes! It belongs to me! 


BILL: I thought so. 


SALLY: But what's it doing here? How did you get hold of it?


BILL: I got hold of it when the medical examiner removed it from Mr. Stefano's body. 


SALLY: No!


BILL: Don't say no, Miss Ford. It's the weapon that was used to commit the murder. And you're the one who used it.


SALLY: No! I didn't! I haven't seen that letter opener for over a week! It's been missing from my desk!


BILL: Can you prove that?


SALLY: Well, I can't actually prove that it was missing, but it was! Don't you see? I'm being framed by the one who stole it!


BILL: I don't see anything of the kind! And if you can't prove what you say, you'll go to the chair for the murder of Victor Stefano!


SALLY: I won't! I won't, I tell you! 


SOUND: SALLY GRABS LETTER OPENER


JERRY: Look out, Bill! She's got the letter opener! 


SOUND: SCUFFLE ENSUES ... CONTINUES IN BG


BILL: (WITH EFFORT) Here, you put that down.


SALLY: Stay where you are! 


BILL: Put it down, I said!


SALLY: (IN PAIN) Oh! My hand!


SOUND: LETTER OPENER DROPS TO FLOOR


BILL: Well, that's better. Now sit down and behave yourself. (BEAT) Well, Pam? Are you satisfied?


PAM: Completely, Bill. Now I know she didn't do it! 


BILL: What?! 


PAM: You proved it yourself -- by what you just did. 


BILL: I don't follow you.


PAM: Well, it's simple, Bill. When she came at you with that letter opener, what did you do?


BILL: Reached out for her hand, of course.


PAM: Why, exactly! And that's what any man would have done -- including Mr. Stefano.


BILL: I still don't follow you.


PAM: Well, figure it out, Bill! Your whole case against Sally is based on the fact that her locket was found in the dead man's hand. And, according to your theory, Mr. Stefano ripped it from her neck when she came at him with the letter opener.


BILL: Well, what about it?


PAM: Don't you understand, Bill? When somebody rushes at you with a knife, or a letter opener, you don't reach for any lockets. You reach for the hand that's about to kill you.


BILL: (REALIZES) Hey, then the locket was planted in Mr. Stefano's hand after he was murdered.


PAM: Why, of course it was. It was planted there by the real murderer! 


JERRY: And the real murderer invited Miss Ford to Stefano's apartment so she could take the blame for it.


SALLY: Then I was framed, every step of the way.


PAM: By the only one who could frame you.


SPIRE: Who?


PAM: Oh, don't you know, Mr. Spire? Or were you too busy noticing Miss Ford's reactions to the letter opener? Too busy to notice your own?


SPIRE: I beg your pardon?


PAM: Your little trap worked, Bill. Only it worked on Mr. Spire instead of Miss Ford. He was scared to death she wouldn't react properly.


SPIRE: That's a lie! You can't prove anything against me! I had no reason for killing Stefano! He was my best client!


SALLY: And you took him for plenty, Mr. Spire. As his business manager, you had charge of all his financial affairs and you could use his money whatever way you pleased.


SPIRE: Don't be a fool!


SALLY: Don't you be one. What I'm saying is the truth. Mr. Stefano suspected you of misusing his money and he told me so. He told me he was going to ask you for an exact accounting. 


PAM: And you were afraid to face that accounting. So you killed him and framed your own secretary.


JERRY: Watch him, Bill!


SOUND: SCUFFLE ... BILL GRABS SPIRE


SPIRE: (GRUNTS WITH EFFORT BEHIND--)


BILL: Oh no, you don't! You're not getting out of here just yet, Mr. Spire!


SPIRE: Here now! You let me go!


BILL: Not for a long time, Mr. Spire. Not until we've had a chance to take your fingerprints and see if they match the ones on the inside of this locket. Come with me, Mr. Spire. You're going to have your picture taken!


MUSIC: BRIDGE


BILL: Well, Pam, your hunch about Miss Ford was absolutely right. Spire is the guilty man and his account books furnish the motive. He swindled Stefano out of almost half his property.


PAM: Oh.


JERRY: (PROUD) Well, Pam's hunches are always right, Bill.


PAM: (MODEST) Oh, not always, dear. 


BILL: Well, almost. You know, I don't know why I bother about clues and things when you're around. I should just blindfold you and let you point to the murderer.


PAM: (CHUCKLES) I don't think I'd have pointed to Mr. Spire, Bill. Not until you twisted that letter opener out of Sally's hand. Now that's another reason I knew she was innocent from the very beginning.


BILL: (CONFUSED) What?


PAM: Her hands. They were so soft and attractive.


JERRY: (FONDLY) Yes, they were sort of pretty, weren't they?


PAM: Hmm?


JERRY: Yeah, sort of small and dainty, like a-- Like a little girl's.


PAM: Oh, is that so? I didn't know that you'd taken to noticing other women's hands, Jerry.


JERRY: (BACKPEDALS, WITH NERVOUS CHUCKLE) Well, I - I didn't really notice them, darling. I - I was just following one of your hunches.


MUSIC: CLOSING ... UNTIL END


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