Come in. Welcome. I'm E .G. Marshall. Welcome
to the terrifying world of your own imagination
The law says thou shalt not kill And that's the
law most of us openly acknowledge Yet there are
other laws laws and drives that stir primitive
long -forgotten urges instincts laws that raise
murder from the worst of sins to the most satisfying
of deeds Please, please, please, let me go. Oh
no, I've got you now, Jim. You have no reason
to kill me. We're friends. Nothing personal,
Jim. Why? Why? Why do you want to kill me? A
hawk kills a rabbit. Why? Because he has to.
It's the law of nature. Frank, you're crazy.
Put away that knife. I'm a natural man, Jim.
I'm only obeying the law of nature. Jim! Our
mystery drama, The Diary of a Madman, is based
on the story by Guy de Maupassant and was adapted
especially for the mystery theater by Sam Dann
and stars Larry Haynes. I'll be back shortly
with Act One. Homicide is illegal, immoral, and
a mortal sin. We condemn and punish the murderer.
And yet from time to time, doesn't an entire
nation rise up in righteous anger and slaughter
another nation? And so, there are those who,
naturally enough, ponder the question. If it's
noble to kill for one's country at wholesale,
why is it base? to kill for oneself at retail.
These are the thoughts that occupy the mind of
a tall, well -dressed, dignified gentleman. He's
walking down a deserted street very late one
night in the early summer, some 25 years ago.
As he passes a darkened doorway, he hears a gasp.
Well, you see, I took this job at Benji's Diner.
My first night at the job. You know the place?
I would like to see you on a lonely deserted
street late at night. Really? Why? Well, you're
so well dressed. Is that all? Well, look. Is
it okay if I walk with you as far as the boulevard?
I guess it's pretty safe there. Well, that's
wonderful. I've been so worried about you lately,
Frank. What did the poet say? Dearest, come fill
the cup. Well, fill my cup and my plate with
doubles of everything. What's come over you?
Well, I feel like a brand new man today. How
was the banquet last night? All the usual political
nonsense. Anyone want you to run for the Senate?
Well, as they say, the feelers were out. Hmm.
Do we want to live in Washington? Oh, darling,
that was a bore. an excuse and left early. Oh,
where'd you go? Oh, out for a stroll. One of
your long walks. Clears the mind. Doris took
your coat to the cleaners. The lapels were all
wet. Yes, I tricked and fell to the pavement.
Oh, you didn't hurt yourself? No, no, no, no.
I landed on some grease or paint or something.
I tried to wash it off when I got home. You didn't
have to bother. Doris said it looked like blood.
A visual mess, plus a nasty little murder. A
young girl who worked in a diner, killed on her
way home from work. Killed? Why? How? How? Stabbed
to death on a deserted street. Oh, what a terrible
thing. She was hardly more than a child. How
would you know that? Well, you said a young girl.
She was just 18. to be a lover's quarrel. Really?
They picked up her boyfriend. Seems the two of
them had been quarreling. About what? Oh, use
of the car. Her parents say she was angry because
he took it, but he claims it's as much his as
hers. Well, what did they have on the boy? Well,
he's got blood stains on his jacket. Well, that
doesn't look good. No. He claims he was out riding
around and got into a fight. Why, it's a problem.
He'd been drinking and can't remember where or
with whom. Why do we talk about these things
at home, Frank? Isn't it bad enough you have
to live with them? June 30th. Although I'm completely
above suspicion, I can't afford to be careless.
Not that anyone in this wildest dreams would
ever suspect. for this court. Judge, Judge Wallace,
I didn't kill her. Why would I kill her? Why?
I loved her. Young man, you're being given a
fair trial. You have every opportunity to prove
your innocence. Judge, please. None of them believe
me. What are you saying? Everybody thinks I'm
guilty. I can tell. orderly fashion. Will the
attorney for the people continue his cross -examination?
Aren't you gonna finish your steak, Estelle?
You mean you still have room for more? I'm always
this way when I'm trying a case. Well, it must
take a great deal out of you. Yes, especially
this one. Why this one? Oh, I don't know. Frank,
that boy's innocent. No, not completely. It's
for you to decide. I think you've decided. How
can you say that? By the way, you're handling
it. Please, Frank, you may not be aware of it,
but... Aware of what? Well, you're favoring the
prosecutor. That's ridiculous. Well, then, it
has to be my imagination. I don't understand
why we're even talking about this. We never discuss
my cases. It's just that. Estelle, you're actually
pale. What is it? I'm convinced that boy is innocent.
Well, if he is innocent, he'll be acquitted.
But you know that isn't true. The innocent don't
always go free and the guilty aren't always punished.
Estelle, I've never seen you like this before.
I know, and I... I just can't account for it.
But I have this... this conviction. That boy
is absolutely innocent. Charlene, this evidence...
I don't care about evidence. Now that's irrational.
Well, what can I do? I know. Don't ask me how.
I just know. That boy is innocent. Well, then
there's every chance the jury will agree with
you. No, Frank. That's what makes it... It's
so terrible. I don't think the jury will agree
with me. I had killed before. But this was the
first time somebody was going to pay for it.
So it was doubly exciting. I had not only killed
her, but in the very real sense I would also
be killing him. He was doomed. I could tell.
They were a hanging jury if I ever saw one. They
didn't like the boy. I could read the verdict
in their faces. And so I went out of my way to
give them the kind of charge that would be as
favorable to the defendant as I could make it,
because I knew it'd save them. They stayed out
a whole day, all night, and the better part of
the next morning. There was never any doubt in
my mind. Mr. Simmons, you have been found guilty.
Have you anything to say? I was brought up to
believe in God and to believe in justice. And
I can tell you there's going to be justice one
day. Not today, but one day. And the person who
killed Darlene will never be forgiven. Thanks
for picking me up, dear. Yeah, well, I didn't
think I could come to court today, but I couldn't
stay away. Did you have to hang him? Darlene,
it was out of my hands. The jury wants him executed.
There was no recommendation for mercy Do you
think he's guilty? We don't think about these
things darling We hold a trial and hear the evidence
and the jury decides therefore he's guilty Well,
I still say he didn't do it. I'm sorry. I heard
your summation You were obviously on his side
of his appeals ran out he was executed last night
I understand he died very well but it isn't as
if I killed him with my own hands and it's been
a long time a very long time since I obeyed the
law of nature Oh, honey, I took so much trouble
with that chicken. You haven't even touched it.
I'm sorry, dear. Oh, you're out of sorts tonight.
Actually, honey, you haven't been yourself all
week. You've been working too hard. I have a
headache. Oh, well, why don't you lie down? No.
I think I'll take a walk. Well, it looks drizzly
out. Well, that's just the kind of weather I
like. Well, when you decide on one of your walks,
there's nothing I can say to stop you. Put on
your rubbers and wear a raincoat. Yes, of course,
dear. I don't want to have to worry about you.
Walking may be good for some people, but it can
be extremely hazardous for others, especially
for someone who might just happen to run into
Frank Wallace. As Frank walks calmly through
the rain -soaked streets, he sees a short, slight
figure just up the block. And once again, there
is the quickened pulse, the rapid heartbeat,
the flushed face, and Frank's fingers tighten
around the knife in his pocket. We'll be back
shortly with Act Two. Wallace is a distinguished
judge. He's a credit to the community and an
ornament to his profession. So what is he doing
out late at night on a dark street in a drizzle
and fog, with a knife in his pocket, moving swiftly
toward a man who is walking just ahead of him?
Hey, well, I'll be. It's Judge Wallace. Evening,
Judge. Oh, it's, uh... Jim Downer, don't you
recognize me? Yes, of course. How are you, Downer?
Well, I tell you, I'm having a problem. Oh? She
says to me, Jim, you're chasing around. And it's
true, I am. And she says, Jim, you've squandered
not just your money, but mine, and it's true,
I have. And she says, Jim, if you don't quit,
I'll leave you, or I'll kill you. Either one,
maybe both. I don't know. Hey, what are you doing
out on a night like this, Judge? Just walking.
Oh, you don't kid old Jim. Nobody picks a night
like this to go just walking. Something's up,
huh, Judge? Well, nothing you'd want to write
about the newspaper, darn it. You know, Judge,
I need a story in the worst way. I'm up against
a deadline. I don't even have tomorrow's column.
How about an idea? Well, how about murder? No,
no, I don't think so. Why not? Oh because it's
kind of offbeat, you know Average person isn't
concerned with murder. He doesn't doesn't think
about killing. Oh, that's where you're wrong
down in Killing is the law of nature Every living
being has the mission to kill for judge. I wouldn't
exactly say that. Yes. Everyone wants to kill
Animals kill ceaselessly every day in order to
live. Birds constantly must kill. Yeah, but we're
not exactly talking about animals. We kill or
we cause to be killed for our benefit. Well,
it's kind of a gruesome topic. No, killing is
almost the same as creating. To make and to destroy.
These concepts are the history of the universe.
Well, Judge, it's been great running into you,
but I have some people down the line. To kill.
Is the law all right if you say so because nature
loves eternal youth the more she destroys the
more she renews herself Well, I wouldn't doubt
that for a minute. Okay. I'll see ya. Just a
second. Yeah, what is it? I want to show you
something Here look George What are you doing
with a knife? George let go of me. Are you crazy?
No, no, no, I'm not crazy We kill animals, but
that's not enough to satisfy wait a minute long
ago. The basic need was met by human sacrifice.
But now, each man must... Help! Help! Quiet!
I always treated you fairly, Judge. I always
wrote good things about it. Jim, I think your
personal living has changed. Please understand.
It has to be done. Don't struggle, Jim. It'll
be over very quickly. His scream may have been
heard by someone. The police, maybe. If he wasn't
dead, I was doomed. But I didn't have time to
make sure. I had to get out of there because
I knew I had blood on my coat. I had to get out
of there. And I had to get rid of that coat.
Frank, where's your coat? Still, I don't think
you're gonna believe me, but I, uh... I gave
it away. You what? Yes, you know. The legend
of the rich man who gives his coat to a beggar?
Well, I ran into some poor derelict and I just...
Oh, Frank. What a generous thing to do. Well,
not really. The coat was getting old and I was
getting tired of it. And I never really liked
it. Let me tell you the latest news. Jim Downers,
the political columnist on the Herald? Yes, what
about him? Well, he was found stabbed on the
street. Oh, no. Uh -huh. Is, uh, is he dead?
He's in a coma. Oh. He was unconscious when the
police picked him up. Evidently he'd been attacked.
He'd been screaming for help. Well, will he,
uh, will he recover? Well, the police are convinced
he'll be able to identify his attacker, but,
well, he has to regain consciousness. Yes. Yes.
Estelle. Mm -hmm? I'd like to go to the hospital.
I'd like to see him. Oh. I didn't know you were
that close. Well, uh, Jim was, uh... He said
he wanted to do a biography on me. Really? But
you never said anything. Well, it was just in
the talk stages. Well, they probably wouldn't
permit visitors. Well, the least I can do is
go there and ask if he needs blood. Oh, Frank.
That's wonderful. The doctor said sure, sure,
he needs blood. And they took a pint of mine
which I thought was only fitting and proper And
then I asked if I could see Jim And the doctor
said Jim was still in a coma, but I could pop
inside for a second There was a cop stationed
outside the door he saluted me and I walked into
the room He was lying very still There are all
kinds of tubes attached to various parts of his
body As I leaned over to look at him, he slowly
opened his eyes. And I knew, I knew he was going
to live, live and destroy me, unless, unless
I could do something. I could hear the doctor
out in the hall. He was exchanging greetings
with the policeman. Quickly I pulled gently at
one of the tubes in his arm. I didn't know what
that might do, but it was all I had time for.
You want some warm milk, honey? No, no, I'll
just go to bed. Any news about Jim Downard? Sorry
to have to tell you this, Frank, but came over
the radio a few minutes ago. Jim Downard is dead.
Oh. They said he never really had a chance. January
20th. I have discovered something else. in addition
to the thrill of killing. There is also the exhilaration
that is felt by the victim. Nature is kind. She
also gives the one who was doomed the feeling
of the drama. I know because for several hours
last night I could have been a victim. Had Jim
Donn had lived, well, it taught me a lesson.
I should raise the stakes. I shouldn't be so
invulnerable. After all, if I am absolutely 100
% safe, where is the thrill? Morning, darling.
Ah, I see you've prepared a big breakfast. You
know, it seems to me that every time there's
been a murder, you eat a big breakfast the following
morning. Oh, how do you account for that? Well,
how do you account for this? Police have suspect
in Downard murder. Have they? Hmm. It's remarkable.
It only happened late last night, and they have
their man a few hours later. Darling, he's not
exactly their man. He's just a suspect. Well,
they don't say, but they hint pretty strongly
that the evidence against him is rather heavy.
Well, now that's for a jury to decide. I don't
know, Frank. I don't think he did it. Oh, no.
Here we go again. Well, it's just a feeling.
Darling, he'll have his day in court. Well, that
doesn't necessarily prove anything. Estelle,
are you attacking our system of justice? Did
that poor kid, what's his name, Peter Simmons,
did he get justice? Well, he got a fair trial.
Huh. Well, I still believe he's innocent. For
all the good that does him now. And I believe
this man is innocent, too. Estelle, you don't
know what the evidence is. Well, it's just a
feeling, and it... Well, it just won't go away.
Wow, you're being silly. Maybe. I just wish that
you weren't involved. Well, I have to be involved.
It's my job. February 23rd. The man's name was
Tom Lewis. Thirty years old, he has a previous
record. He did time for robbery and again for
assault. I don't think his chances are too good.
He doesn't have a very good story either. Well,
I was just walking along down the street, see,
and I thought I heard somebody yell. Yell for
help. So I wasn't going to get mixed up in it,
see, but it was foggy. And I couldn't see, you
know. And I guess I must have tripped over him.
I could see he was dead. The good is dead. And
there was blood, there was blood all over him.
That's how it got over me, and the money... Well,
alright, I figured as long as he's dead anyhow,
he might have a couple of bucks on him, so I...
I reached into his pocket. Ah, Your Honor, we
should like the jury to examine this. Fifty dollar
bill listen. I'm not denying. I took the money
order order, but somebody else already knocked
him off The accused will remain seated and ordained.
I'm being framed. Mr. Lewis. I will not warn
you again The court cannot tolerate these outbursts,
but I didn't kill him February 25 I see now each
of my murders has been a masterpiece. I feel
like an artist With this difference, I cannot
accept credit for my work. Well, perhaps the
day will come when a man will be honored for
a superlative job such as I can do. Meanwhile,
I'm not exactly being cheated. No one else wants
to take credit for my work either. That's a consolation.
Still? Yes, Doc. Well, now what are you doing
sitting here in the dark? Is it dark? I hadn't
noticed. Well, did you fall asleep? No. Well,
let me turn on the light. There. That's better.
Well, what a day. Did you hear about it on the
news? No. Oh, the boy. He, uh, isn't doing his
case much good with all those outbursts. Would
you like to go somewhere for dinner? I don't
feel like eating out. Oh. That's all right, I
just assumed. The truth is, I don't feel like
eating at all. What's wrong? That's a good question.
How can I answer it? Just tell. I don't have
the faintest idea of what to say or what to think.
About what? About everything. Darling, I wish
I knew what you were talking about. There's really
nothing I have to tell you. You're the one who
has to tell me I always tell you everything I
was paying the bills today. Oh Well, that's enough
to get anybody down and I ran out of blank checks.
Oh, I remember Yes That that you always have
an extra book of checks in your desk drawer.
Oh But you always keep it locked. Yes. That's
right. I do I thought Maybe this time you might
have left it open Estelle I never go through
your things. We always respected each other's
privacy, but the drawer just happened to be open
and I found this little book and Did you read
it? Yes Yes, Frank. I read it every single word
of it. Did you tell anyone about it? No, Frank.
I've told no one. Well, that's good. That's very
good to know. Frank! How would you like to poke
innocently through your husband's desk and come
up fiery like the one you've been listening to?
Well... You could say she's twice foolish. First,
to find the diary, and second, to let him know
it. We'll let you know what happens when I return
shortly with Act 3. Over the years, there's been
a series of particularly brutal murders. You
are the wife of a distinguished jurist who has
presided over most of the trials and Sent the
supposedly guilty to death Now you find a diary
in which your husband claims that he is the killer
Frank What are you going to do? What do you mean?
What am I going to do? Will you you kill those
people? this boy This one who's on trial now
for the murder of Jim Downard He's innocent.
No, dear, he's guilty. But I just read your confession.
And Peter Simmons, who was hanged for killing
his sweetheart. Will you... you admit you killed
her? Darling, please sit down. You're becoming
hysterical. That's right. That's right, I am.
I... I have every right to become hysterical.
Estelle, please, will you listen? To what? To
the truth. I've just read the truth. Darling,
listen. For many years, I wanted to write a book.
What? Now, will you please just listen? You don't
have to say anything until I'm finished. I have
been fascinated by the criminal mind. And so
after a particularly brutal, apparently senseless
murder is committed, I try to place myself in
the mind of the killer. What does he think? The
way you put it, murder is obedience to a natural
law. That's poetic license, dear. What do you
mean? We kill. Not for game. Oh, we think we
do we think we kill for money or for passion,
but the truth is These are just pretexts Now
we kill because because of an ancient urge and
when the urge becomes strong enough We take advantage
of any pretext that comes up, but I'm not aware
of this Neither am I dear it's been refined and
civilized out of us, but there are lower types
You see the Tom Lewis's Why what? I... Oh, I
don't know. Estelle, do you believe that I killed
these people? Well, there it was in your own
handwriting. Oh, Estelle, Estelle, could you
actually believe me capable of murder? I don't
know. It was such a shock and I... I was so frightened.
Darling, darling, we've been married 20 years.
Don't you know all there is to know about me?
Oh, I thought I did. And then I... Well, I...
I happen to remember certain things. Like what?
Well, each time there's been one of those murders,
you... you just happened to be out walking. Well,
it was such a thing as coincidence. And when
that girl was killed, well, you did have stains
on your coat. Oh, darling. Would you hang me
on circumstantial evidence? Well, you hung Peter
Simmons on circumstantial evidence? And circumstantial
evidence is tightening the noose around Tom Lewis'
neck every day. Do you mean you seriously believe?
No. I believe you. Well, that's better. I believe
you because I have no alternative. I've been
so stupid. Why did I leave that drawer unlocked?
I'm sure there are psychologists who would say
that I want to be caught, but that's ridiculous.
Does she believe me? Does she? Or... Do I have
to... Kill her? Kill Bastille? No, that... That
would be testing... The law, the natural law.
Can you kill a loved one? Because I do love her
still. That would be the highest obedience to
the law. To kill the one you love. Very well,
Mr. Lewis. You expect this court to believe that
you just stumbled across Mr. Downard's body in
the dark. It's the truth. He had already been
attacked by someone else. Yes. He was still alive.
I... I... I think so. You insist you heard him
cry for help. That's right, that's right. Someone
had just attacked him, see, and he's the one
who killed him. Yeah, but we don't know that
he cried for help. All we have is your word for
it. But it happened, I tell you, and... and...
Yes? What? What did you want to say? Mr. Lewis,
you must answer the prosecutor's question. What
happened? Yes. Yes. Well, it was Sparky. But
you see, just as I got there, I saw somebody.
You saw somebody? Right. Right. I could see somebody
running away. And could you describe that somebody?
He was tall. Very tall. There's no mention of
this somebody in any of your previous statements?
Well, that's because I was nervous. See, I couldn't
think, but now... Yes, well now as I go over
it again and again in my mind I remember There
was somebody see a tall guy and he was running
away I mean I can even remember his footsteps
his footsteps And so now you expect us to believe
that the murder was committed by a certain Mysterious
somebody I expect you to believe the truth. I
Think we already know the truth You heard about
today's testimony, Estelle? Yes. It claims that
a tall, mysterious stranger was running away
from the scene. Yes, I know about it. I was out
walking that night. You were? And I'm tall. Exceptionally
tall. Yes. And if you want to add to it, I came
home without my coat. Now, why would I do that?
To get rid of it. I want to get rid of my coat
because of the blood stains, naturally. Oh, please,
Frank. How are we going to live with this, Estelle?
You suspect me of being a killer. I never said
that. You don't have to say. I can tell by your
face, by the tone of your voice, you suspect
me. I don't know. I don't know what to think.
Well, if you think I'm a killer, shouldn't you
want to stop me? How? Even if I believed it,
who would believe me? I'm sorry, Estelle. I'm
sorry. both of us I should have never written
a book like that and you should never have read
it I don't know what kind of life we can have
together you'll never know the truth but I I
will Frank I will I found a way to determine
the truth how could you the truth is in your
diary I read your diary very closely and I found
a way I found a way That's not important, Tom
Lewis. How'd you get in here? It wasn't easy.
Now what do you want? I want to save you. Yeah?
Why? Listen, I pulled a lot of wires to get into
this prison. I'm the only chance you've got.
Are you kidding? I got no chance at all. Unless
you can work a miracle. How are you at miracles,
huh, lady? Just pull yourself together. You have
a job to do. Now look, lady, I don't know who
you are, what you want, but it ain't gonna work.
Absolutely nothing to lose. Now just tell me,
was there or was there not a tall man who ran
away as you approached? Yeah, yeah, I told the
prosecutor. Now you just didn't make that up
in the desperate hope someone might believe it.
Lady, I don't have to lie. I got nothing to lose.
There was someone. Tall? Yeah. Yeah, tall guy.
And that's all you could say about him? Well,
he was tall and... Kind of athletic looking,
you know? Good building. He moved. He moved fast.
I see. Hey, lady. Hey, what's the matter? Come
on, what are you crying about? Oh, nothing. Nothing
at all. Now, do you want to be cleared of the
murder charge? Huh. Just like that, huh? Well,
almost. Why should I be cleared? Because... Tomorrow,
you'll stand up in court and admit you killed...
admit you killed Jim Downard. Oh, great. And
that's gonna clear me? Yes. Oh, lady, why don't
you leave me alone, huh? I got it tough enough
now. Do as I tell you. You mean you want me to
just jump up and holler, I killed him, I killed
him? Yes, and then you'll go on and... and this
is what else you'll tell them. Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury, you've heard all the testimony,
seen all the evidence, and now it's up to you
to decide whether the accused, Tom Lewis, is
guilty as charged of the crime of murder. They
all have to decide! There will be order in this
court! Order! I mean, what's to decide? I'm guilty!
Order! Order! The prisoner will be seated. I'm
guilty! Guilty, you see? I don't care what those
clowns on the jury think. I killed him. I killed
Jim Donner. I killed him, and I'm proud of it.
That's right, I'm proud of it. Sure, sure, I
killed him. What's wrong with that? Everybody
kills sooner or later. We're all killers, you
see? I killed him because I couldn't help myself.
I said be seated. Didn't you ever want to kill
somebody, Judge, huh? Didn't you? I'll have you
removed from this court. What do I care? I killed
him. And I also killed that woman last year,
you know? That Darlene, right? Darlene, what's
her name? I killed her, and her boyfriend swung
for it! You did not! I did! I did! I can still
feel the wild beating of her heart, you see?
The hysterical pounding of her pulse, and then
you stab! You stab with a knife! You didn't kill
her! I killed her! And I killed Tom Downard!
You can't take that away from me! Don't anybody
try to take it away from me! Silent! I won't
be silent! I killed because I had to! I had to
obey the law! The natural law! Nature commanded
me to kill! That's a lie! You're a cheap little
punk, what would you know about Nature's laws?
What would an ignorant hoodlum like you know
about Nature's law? What would an illiterate
clod like you know about the dark, hidden places
in the human soul? What would you know about
the bloody imperatives of the race? I know! I
killed both of them! You're a liar! You didn't
kill anybody, I did! I killed Darlene Wilson
and I killed Jim Domit and I can prove it. Right.
Now, now you, now you know, Estelle, now you
know I did it. And they weren't cheap little
crimes of passion. They were obedience to the
elemental law. You know that's the truth, Estelle.
Show them the book. Show everybody the book!
but of course the plea was insanity. And if it
proves anything at all, it demonstrates that
no one should try to steal credit from a true
artist. No one else should ever try to pose as
the author of his works, even if those works
are concerned with murder. I'll be back shortly.
You heard them say, murder will out. It's supposed
to mean that murder cannot be hidden. The fact
will eventually emerge. However, the tale you
just heard adds a chilling dimension to that
statement. It can now mean that murder may slumber
deep inside each of us and that one day it may
find its way out. No, no, that won't do. Better
enjoy murder vicariously with us. That way you'll
never be tempted or driven. Our cast included
Larry Haynes, E .V. Juster, Robert Dryden, and
William Redfield. The entire production was under
the direction of Hyman Brown. And now, a preview
of our next tale. The rest of him dies, too.
And I am the one to live. Yes. You will live.
My hands. How bad are they? When the wagon ran
over them, the right one was severed, was maraboned,
devoid of all life by the time you were brought
here. And the other, crushed beyond hope. I wasn't
either one to die. I can never play the piano
again. There is one way you could. How? If I
gave you Rudy Baum's hands. This is E .G. Marshall
inviting you to return to our mystery theater
for another adventure in the macabre. Until next
time. Dream?