Come in. Welcome. I'm E .G. Marshall. Welcome
to the fear you can hear. Welcome to the world
of your own terrifying imagination. All of us
daydream. It seems a harmless enough way of passing
the time. But what might we do if some of the
things that pass through our minds come true?
Supposing the man or the woman we created in
the mind's eye became reality, the phantom became
flesh and blood. Our puzzling nerve -tingling
tale begins as it ends, with sudden, irrevocable
death. Hello? I've been worried sick. Where have
you been? Where are you? At the apartment. I've
been calling and calling. The phone must be out
of order. I took it off the hook. Are you with
her again? Focus was written especially for the
Mystery Theatre by Ian Martin and stars William
Redfield. I'll be back shortly with Act One.
You are Skyler Harris. Sky, to your friends,
a typical commuter, an account executive at Lorne
Peabody and Davis. Married 18 years, two children,
Gary 16 and Lisa 12. 35 ,000 a year, and an expense
account. You live up to every penny. You are
bored at home, driven at the office, given to
fantasizing about women because you don't have
the courage to take a mistress. But you are to
find one, and such a one, who will quite literally
be the death of you. What do you got here, Jake?
It's a DOA, Sam. Cold turkey. Mm -hmm. It's like
the woman on the phone said. Where's the other?
The dame? Yeah. Search me, not in here. It's
probably the bedroom. Check out the rest of the
apartment, huh? There's a letter or a confession
or something on the desk. Yeah, I see it. Dear
Isabelle, I have just killed Deidre. And before
I kill myself, I want to explain, or try to explain
why. It started ten days ago. It doesn't seem
possible that in so short a time, my whole life
was ripped to shreds. It was such an ordinary
day. climbing aboard the old 737. Why make a
fourth this morning, Skye, if Ed isn't on? Oh,
no thanks, Charlie, I'm bushed. I'm gonna catch
a nap on the way in. Hey, you do look a little
frazzled. Everything okay? All my health's all
right, as far as I know. Oh, it's just the rat
race, I guess. It's getting to me. Maybe it's
a male change of life, Skye. No, no, no, no,
not yet. Please, God. Oh, Lord, that I could
do with a little change of life, you know. Well,
leave you to get on with it. At least you got
the whole seat to yourself in case the action
gets rough. Oh, thanks. Sweet dreams, lover boy.
Oh, go trump your partner's ace. Well, tickets,
please. Have your tickets ready, please. Morning,
Mr. Harris. Oh, hi, Benji. Hang on to it. It's
the last ride left on the ticket. Tough night,
Mr. Harris? They're all tough these days, Benji.
I'll see you at the end of the line, okay? You
don't mind my joining you? What? Oh, I beg your
pardon. I'm sorry. I thought I was alone in the
seat. You don't mind, do you? Mind? What man
in his right mind would? I'm glad you find me
pleasing. What? Don't look so surprised. I'm
just what you've been waiting for. Am I not?
Mr. Harris? Wake up, Mr. Harris. We're in the
terminal. Benji, what is it? Everyone out, sir.
End of the line. But I was just... Wait a minute,
wait a minute, I... I fell asleep. What happened
to the girl that was sitting beside me? What
girl, Mr. Hart? Well, Benji, she was sort of
a tall, dark -haired, deep, violet, black eyes
like Elizabeth Taylor, long legs that... Well,
I mean, if you saw her, you could never forget
her. Sorry, sir. I passed you a couple of times,
and the seat beside you was always empty. Oh,
Benji, come on. You're sure there wasn't a girl?
I didn't see her. Maybe you dreamed her. Maybe.
Well, there's no doubt about it. She was a perfect
dream. Yes, Aris? Harry? Oh, sure. Send him right
in. Sky, have I got news for you. Hold on to
your... Why? I just came from a session with
the kingpin. Oh, so what does boss man Peabody
have up his sleeve this morning? The brass ring
for you, Skye, and I go along for the ride. The
Bianchi account. Bianchi? It's all yours, baby.
All you have to do is come up with a campaign.
That's ten million in billing. Biggest new account
in the shop. The plum. Yeah. If you pull it off,
it's the VP rating we're all bucking for. And
if I blow it, I'll be on the unemployment line.
No, no, no, not you, Skye. That's why the kingpin
picture. Now, you better go right on up. He wants
to see you to kick a couple of ideas around.
Ah, you know something, Harry? What? You either
cured my headache or arranged I'll never have
one again. What does that mean? The Bianchi account.
If I don't cut it, I won't have to worry about
headaches anymore. Old kingpin Peabody will hand
me my head in the basket. Once again, not too
lightly for Mr. Lipscomb and me, okay? Right.
You don't want to miss your train, Skye. Oh,
you don't know how often I want to, but not tonight.
What's the big deal tonight? You and Isabelle
socializing? No, no, no, no. For once, it's the
train I'm interested in. Yeah, well, that's a
switch. Yeah, well, thanks, Mario. Well... What's
so special about tonight's commute? I won't know
until I prowl all the trains. I'll be looking
for something Do me a favor sky now. I'm only
a poor working photo still and you're the idea
man Look for an idea for Bianca, but I already
have it Genius why could you picture a girl like
this? Great violet gentian eyes framed with black
lashes natural at least a half inch long cream
white skin full lips, deep carmine to match the
cheek blush, a mass of blue -black hair to frame
the face, a figure full but gorgeously shaped,
long tapering legs with ankles that lead to high
arched feet, picture her in semi -decolletage,
a hint of cleavage and the promise of all sex,
and underneath that caption, Bianchi, if you
have it, you don't need anything else, and if
you don't have it, It doesn't much matter what
else you have. Now all we gotta do is find the
baby. Harry, Harry, I already found her. The
trick is just how I find her again. Oh, holy
cow, I gotta make the first train. Put this tab
on a national debt, Mario. Harry, you can pop
for the tip, will ya? I got a date with an angel,
I hope. Something I can help you with mr. Harris,
huh? Oh, no, no Benji. I was just looking for
someone Yeah, I figured you've been from one
end of the train to the other anyone I know no
no just Just a girl the one you asked me about
on the way in this morning. Yes. Yes. I've got
a finder Well, if she's anything like you described
I wouldn't blame you. You know Benji you better
find me a seat now I'm still a little stoned
Well, take my spot, Mr. Harris. I'll put my work
case up on the rack. Oh, thanks. Now, stretch
out and make yourself comfortable. I'll wake
you before you get to your stuff. Oh, you're
a scholar, a gentleman, and a fine conductor,
Benjamin. Wake up, Skyler. Huh? It isn't very
flattering to have you always falling asleep
on me. What's that? Oh. Oh, you're real. This
time I've been waiting for you. But I hunted
the whole train for you. Did you? You shouldn't
have worried, Skylar. I wasn't going to let you
get away. How do you know my name? If I want
information, I just ask questions. Skylar Harris.
Well, how do I do with the same question? The
name is Deidre. Oh, lovely. Provoking, sensuous,
a little incomplete perhaps. No surname? Do you
really care? Well, it would be necessary eventually
just to satisfy the accountants, you know. Social
Security and Uncle Sam. Dear me, does everyone
have to know all about us? Well, maybe I didn't
make it clear. See, I have a proposition to make
to you. Oh yes, I thought perhaps you might.
No, no, no. Don't misunderstand me. See, I'm
an advertising executive. Yes, I know all about
you, Skyler. No, I mean, there's this account.
Bianchi Cosmetics. Yes. Deuteron. I guess I may
call you that. I want you to. Oh, I have no idea
who you are or what you are, but would you be
interested in this? You, Skyler. No, look, honestly,
I mean, this is strictly a business arrangement.
I have a campaign in mind using you as the central
figure... I don't know what you want to call
it, Schuyler, but as far as we're concerned,
there needn't be any embarrassment or cover -up.
Don't we both know what we really want? No, now
come on, Deirdre. Don't put me on. I'm not. You're
the one who turned me on, Schuyler. Now look,
Deirdre, and whatever your other name is... I
am honest to God leveling about this big ad campaign
and how perfect you are for it and how much money
you could make if it all goes the way I think
it could. If you insist, Skyler. Anything. But
if we have to talk about something other than
ourselves, would you mind getting me a drink?
Oh, sure. Sure. I could use one myself. What'll
it be? It doesn't matter. You pick it. Just hurry
back. Oh, don't worry. Just don't vanish. Westfield.
Next stop, Westfield. Hey, Mr. Harris. Coming
into Westfield. Oh, sure. Oh, sure. Yeah, I'm
with you, Benji. I'm with you. Thanks. Westfield
is the next stop. Westfield? Benji? Yes, Mr.
Harris. What happened to the girl? Are we back
at that again? Oh, no. Now, come on, Benji. This
time it's no dream. I've been talking to her
all the way up the line. What do you want me
to say, Mr. Harris? Well, I want to know where
the girl went. Mr. Harris, we've been riding
this line a long time together. You don't want
to make no scene. Benji, all I'm asking is what...
I get the message. So what do you want me to
say? If there was this girl, maybe she got off
at the last stop or the one before. But she couldn't
have. Mr. Harris, you've been cold turkey the
last ten miles. Now, maybe this girl was here,
I don't know, or maybe you just had one too many.
Excuse me, we're coming into the station. This
is where you get off. A man who doesn't realize
how near the end of his emotional rope he is.
A girl named Girdra who promises desire as sensually
as a centerfold in today's magazines. a suburban
family who awaits the return of the husband and
father as routine. And the disaster we know is
to happen. We'll start to fit the pieces of the
jigsaw together when I return shortly with Act
Two. One of the minor sad comedies of the world,
is the faces of the wives as they meet their
returning commuter husbands. As the trains get
later and later, the faces get denser and denser.
Till finally, as the last commuter train pulls
in, and Aaron Hubby pours himself off, the wife's
eyes roll helplessly heavenwards. Hi, Isabel,
baby. How was your day? My day was miserable,
and most of my night was worse. Really? What
do you mean, night? Well, it's just about half
over. Do you know you're well over two hours
late? This is the fourth train I've met. The
least you might have done is called. Well, honey,
look, I'm sorry. It was a big day at the office.
I was swamped, and on top of that... Oh, don't
give me that, Skye. When you weren't on the early
train, I called the office, and they told me
you left in plenty of time to catch it. Well,
that's right. That's right. I know. I did. But
look, it's big news, hon. I got handed the plumb
of my career today. The Bianchi account. So?
Is that any reason to go out and get stoned?
Oh, have a heart, Isabelle. I handle this, right?
I'll end up a VP. Well, you handle it the way
you started off, and you're gonna end up PNG
at home. Well, now, what does that mean? Persona
non grata. Somebody not wanted. No, no, no. I
know what persona non grata means. Well, what
do you mean about me not being wanted? Well,
you've already got two out of three of us feeling
that way right at the moment. Okay. You and who
else? Gary! Obviously you've forgotten you promised
to be home early while there was still enough
light to give him a driving lesson. Oh, so that's
such a big deal. Everybody has to snap their
corks, I mean. It is when the driving lesson
was to be on the way to the basketball team's
father and son dinner, which you promised to
attend with him. Oh... Damn, Isabelle, I forgot.
You see, I was so up to my ears that it just...
You couldn't have been so far up. You couldn't
put a phone to one of them and let us know. Well,
I told you, Isabelle. I forgot. Now, you're not
going to tell me that you also forgot you have
a wife who meets you at the station six nights
a week these days. Well, I'm sorry, but it's
the truth. I mean, honest to Pete, Isabelle,
I've had a lousy day. I... Oh, I... Oh, all right.
I'm sorry, Isabelle. So am I, Skye. About you,
I mean. It's just... Just what? Skye... I've
been worried about you lately. I guess I'm tense
because you're tense. Well, who's tense? Come
off it. I'm not the only one who's noticed it.
Even Liza's worried about you. Oh, now what have
I done to her? It isn't so much what you've done
as what you haven't. You've been neglecting a
daughter who needs her father very much. Why?
She's 12 years old. You're a big man in her life.
Okay, Isabel. Okay. Can we knock it off for now?
I just don't want to go into the house bickering.
Neither do I, Scott. Especially not in front
of the kids. Okay. Truths, huh? And before we
go in, apology? Accepted. I guess I have been
off my feed, honey. It's over work, you know?
Well, I hope that's all. What else? Well, it's
silly of me, I suppose, but it isn't another
woman, is it, Scott? Oh, of course not, Isabelle.
Now, now, come on. Let's get inside. I need a
drink. Chrysler Model Agency? Yeah, this is Scarlett
Harris here. Put me through to Irene. Yeah, that's
all right. That's all right. I'll hold Doris
while I'm on one call IFW and hold them on to
I want to talk to Ed Rashby, okay? Hello, Irene.
It's sky Yeah, yeah, yeah fine. Well, I'm looking
for a girl first name Deirdre. I don't know the
second She is a natural for the Bianchi account
and I've just got to find her It's hard to believe
anyone this beautiful can't be a model or in
TV or the theater or somewhere. No, no, no, I'm
the only one that's seen her. Yeah, yeah, I've
checked out all the talent books and I have every
agency in the business pulling pictures of their
clients. Well, you're last on the line, Harry,
only because I couldn't get through to you sooner.
Are those the Maurice Williams pics, Harry? Yeah,
just came by Special Messenger. No luck yet?
No, not yet. okay let me see him now here and
i just look at all these things and not any one
of them i can make something out of this world
yeah yeah yeah why this special one because she
is out of this world to start with now and i
got a c now what she got the best little number
i think that you have to figure it out in the
stand to name for you that's right it suits her
keep your fingers crossed i'm almost through
these suppose you don't find that i've got to
find her Look, it's been nearly a week, Skye.
The kingpin is getting restless. Huh? What? I
said Mr. Peabody's hollering for some layouts.
At least the kind of campaign you're planning.
Didn't find her, huh? No. Well, maybe she's not
a model. Maybe. I've still got to find her. You
don't even know she exists. Now don't be silly,
Harry. She couldn't just vanish into thin air.
Skye. What? Skye, uh... Look, I just don't want
you to take this wrong. Now, come on, come on,
Harry. Get it out. Okay. Now, you've been running
off the tracks quite a bit for the last few months.
You don't look so hot. You've been no ball of
fire around the shop. Now, you've been hitting
the sauce pretty heavy, and now this screwball
bit about this Deirdre, damn it. I think you
ought to have a little skull session with your
local friendly shrink. I got two words for you,
Harry. Butt out. Okay, only friendly advice.
I don't need it. One second thought I'll butt
out. I need a drink and some space to think.
Hey, Mario. Hey, yes, Mr. Haddish. Build me another
Manhattan, huh? Coming right up. Good. Boy, shoot
deer in here today. It's a breather. The late
lunches blew finally, and the other drinkers
don't come in for the next hour or so. Oh, I
see. All right. Sure you want to be alone, Scott?
Deirdre! Mind if I sit on the stool next to you?
Mind? Oh, I've been going out of my mind trying
to find you. Where do you keep disappearing to?
I'm a very private person, Scott. With me, too,
is more than enough company. I hate crowds. Well,
this time, I'm not letting you go. How about
a drink? Well, does it have to be here? No. No,
name the place. How about yours? Mine? Oh. You
mean the office? No, I don't like offices either.
Well, I have a studio apartment. Well, then can't
we go there? Well, we sure can. Just let me settle
my tab. Mario? Now, where did he go? If you mean
the bartender, I heard a phone ring. I think
he went to answer it around the corner there.
Don't you move now. We'll go right away. How
far are we going, Skye? Hmm? Oh, oh, you mean
the address. 825 East 50th. I'll be right back.
Hey, Mario! I was just coming to get you. It's
your office. Well, I can't talk to him now. Here.
Well, they said it was urgent. Oh, damn. Look,
Mario, there's a girl sitting on the stool next
to where I was around the corner. Don't let her
get out of here. Don't let her get away. I'll
handle it, Mr. Harrison. Thank you, Mario. Hello?
Who the... Oh, hello, Doris. When? Well, I can't
call now. I'm... What did my wife say was wrong?
Didn't well look call her back and tell her she
can reach me at the apartment. I should be there
within 10 or 15 minutes Let me I got a rush now
Mario the girl Why did you let her sorry mr.
Harris when I came around there was no one here?
No No, she can't get away again I can't tell
you what a lift I got when I found you waiting
at the door. I'm glad, Skyler. Well, what did
you run out of the bar for? I told you. I don't
like crabs. I almost had heart failure thinking
I'd lost you again. Oh, you'll never lose me.
Take my coke. Oh, sure, sure. Get me a drink.
What's your poison? Oh, heck. You get that. I'll
mix my own poison. Hello? Isabel, I was busy.
At a bar? Honey, you know how much of our business
is... Well, never mind that. What is it? Well,
at the time, I wanted you to talk to Gary. All
of a sudden, just before I called, he... He threw
a kind of fit. I don't know how to describe it.
He just yelled at me like he was another person.
He yelled something about being tired of being
a kid and ran out of the house. Look, Isabel,
please, I'm very busy now and this... Well, unless
you guess it up he can't get very far and he's
a pretty good driver anyway Well, what do you
want to do call the police? He's an alright kid
and he'll be right back now Isabel Please stop
worrying and stop worrying me. Will you I have
urgent business to attend to Yes at the apartment
now, let me get on with it Apron strings. Oh,
no, my wife's just a little upset over one of
the kids I hope she's not going to keep calling
back and interrupting our business. Well, there's
one sure way of taking care of that. Just leave
it off the hook. Let's get away from that ugly
noise. Okay. What's in here? The bedroom. Oh.
This is nice. And comfy. Skylar. What, Deirdre?
Aren't you coming in? Well, it'd be a little
easier for me to keep my mind on business out
here. Besides, you... you never mix that drink.
I decided on headier wine. There. Now, isn't
this what you really want from me? Huh? Oh, no.
What the devil is... You'd better go see before
he wakes up the whole building. Oh, I was sound
asleep. All right, I won't be a second. Who is
it? What is it? Open the door, Scotty, and hurry.
Well, take the chain off and let me in. Harry,
what do you want? Oh. Oh, that way, huh? Well,
I should have figured. Well, you better ditch
her fast and get on home. Isabella's frantic.
She's been trying to reach you all evening, and
she finally got in touch with me. What is it?
Your boy, Gary. He's had an accident with the
car. It's a concussion. I don't know how bad.
Now, I've got a cab waiting. If you only get...
No, no, Harry, look. I've got to get dressed.
Thanks. For nothing. Now, you make sure you get
rid of that chick and get home where you belong.
Okay, okay, Harry. Oh. Deirdre, I didn't know
you were standing there. You heard? I know. Home.
What about you? We haven't even talked about...
Deirdre, I can't lose you again. I promised you
you wouldn't. I'll be waiting. It doesn't matter
about tonight. Not anymore now. Because you know
there's always tomorrow. And tomorrow. And tomorrow.
Oh, and tomorrow, and tomorrow creeps in this
petty pace from day to day to the last syllable
of recorded time. And all our yesterdays have
lighted fools the way to dusty death. So mourns
Shakespeare's Macbeth for the death of his lady.
How much will our lady called Deirdre mourn the
death of her lover? We'll return shortly with
Act Three. No better introduction for what's
to come, but the rest of Macbeth's lament. Out,
out, brief candle. Life's but a walking shadow,
a poor player that struts and frecks his hour
upon the stage, and then is heard no more. It
is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and
fury, signifying nothing. And then to the messenger
who came, he said, thy story, quickly. Deirdre?
Skyler. Thank God you're still there. That's
all I wanted to know. Look, I can't talk now.
I'll be at the apartment as soon as I can. Will
you wait? Through eternity, lover. I've got to
hang up. God, what are you doing up? Oh, it's
all right, honey. I've just got to get to the
office. You're going into town today? Yeah, I
have to. You see, the deadline on the Bianchi
accounts day after tomorrow. I've got my work
cut out to meet it. I doubt if I can even get
back tonight. Perhaps not even tomorrow night.
Well, what about Gary? Honey, I checked the hospital
and he's fine. You knew that when we left at
four o 'clock this morning. I'm still glad you
checked again. I thought I heard you on the phone
coming downstairs. Well, yeah, well, I called
a cab too. I can run you to the station in my
car. No, no, it's all right. It's better this
way. Hey, you want some coffee? No. My stomach's
too upset. Sky we could have lost Gary. Well,
we didn't honey. So let's not agonize over it.
I don't know Everything seems so confused like
there was a sort of curse on us And you worry
me most of all me you You're like a stranger
Sky why couldn't I reach you last night? What
were you doing? I told you Isabelle. I had work
to do I I didn't want to be interrupted. I took
the phone off the hook and then I just forgot
about it. Work seems to be the only thing that
matters to you nowadays. Skye, you only had two
hours sleep. Do you have... Come on, Isabel.
We haven't got time for messing around. You see,
there's my cab. Couldn't you at least take a
later train? Look, my job depends on this. And
you won't be home tonight. I doubt it. And, brother,
I kid you not, you are in big trouble, Skye.
Now, Peabody is really on the warpath. The only
thing saving your neck for a day or so is that
Bristol Proctor's in town. Oh, Harry, please,
will you lay off me? I've got everything under
control. Oh, boy, that is for laughs. Oh, now
I get the whole picture. Why, you're off the
rails on the sauce and running hot and cold flashes.
Well, if you think some chick is worth what you're
heading for, come on, let me give you some advice.
The only thing I want from you, Harry, is technical
advice in your specialty. What? I want to take
some pictures of a girl. Bring her into the studio
here. No, no, no, that's just the trouble. She
won't come here, and I'm only gambling that if
she'll let anyone shoot her, it'll be me. What
do you know from cameras? You're an idea man.
Now look. Do me a favor. Let's set up the copy
like you suggested and let me pick the girl.
Harry, listen, I've got the girl. If only you
can get me a camera that's reasonably foolproof,
I can get good enough stuff for the sample layout.
Then we can take it from there. Gale, is that
sensational? Take my word for it. Well, I can
give you a Meklon 35 85mm lens. A micro blitz
strobe with high -speed ectochrome film. That's
okay. You name it. Just show me how to use it.
Oh, you don't have to worry too much about the
strobe even. The film will take natural light
and I'll push it and develop it. Okay, get me
the camera. I'll be back with the picture in
an hour. Are you having fun, Skyler? Oh, Deirdre,
this isn't a game. This could mean our whole
future. It could indeed. Yeah, just like that,
just like that. I'm glad you let me talk you
into taking the pictures. You won't be sorry.
I'm just very much afraid you will be, Skylar.
Oh, damn. Sky, dear, I forgot to ask you. Cutting
out your wife? Well, I've got to finish these
pictures. I... Petra, why did you say I'd be
sorry I took them? Skylar, baby, I really don't
photograph very well. You'll see. Ah, you got
the prints, Harry. That's great. Well, I don't
know how great you're going to think it is. Huh?
Come on, what do you mean? Well, I don't know
what I mean. Look, I just don't see how you could
have gotten everything so gummed up. All right,
just let me see. Help yourself. Everything's
so out of focus, you can't tell a lamp from a
couch. And it's for the girl. Well, you find
her. I can't. Well, I don't... She was right.
If that's the couch, she should be... Now, wait
a minute. Let me see in this one. No, this one
is... Uh -uh. Oh, Harry. How could I have faked
out so badly? You got me. Uh, Skye. Level? Yeah.
Is this some kind of a stupid put on? I mean,
what are you trying to pull on me? Nothing, Harry.
Honest. I shot the film at all the openings,
the shutter speeds. I mean, everything that you
laid out for me. It all came out like this? Yeah.
Well... Okay. Well, we got to figure, maybe the
film was bad or the lens crystallized or something.
Well, let's go back. I bring other equipment
and this time we bring home the bacon. No, no,
no, Harry. She wouldn't let you shoot her. I
can't explain, but... All right, so forget her.
I can't. I can't, Harry. I've got to take one
more crack at it. Just one more. Oh, man, you're
crazy. Would you help me? You won't let me. Some
kind of camera that I just can't fail with. Well,
okay. Look, I'll give you an instant. Twenty
seconds, you'll know if you goof. You just keep
adjusting until it's right. I'll go get the camera.
Oh, you're an okay buddy. Thanks. Hello. Oh,
thank God it's you, Skye. Isabelle, what is it
now? Skye, I'm just at the end of my rope. I
could swear somebody's got a hex on them. What
are you talking about? You've got to come home.
Gary's back in coma. What? When did that happen?
About 10 this morning. I tried to reach you.
Isabel, listen. You've got to cope a little longer.
Everything's falling apart for me here, too.
I can't get home till at the earliest later tonight.
What's the matter? She won't let you go? Who?
Oh, don't try to kid me. There has to be another
woman. You couldn't be like this if there weren't.
Okay, Skye. If this is the way you want it, you
can just let us all go to hell. Isabel. is about
okay sky here's your instant camera now maybe
this will get us all clear picture where we're
going Then let me take my pictures now. Remember
when I said I would take care of tomorrow? And
tomorrow and tomorrow? Yes. That was a lot more
than a promise. I don't know what you mean. Take
your picture. Then you'll know. What is it, Deirdre?
I've got this weird feeling that's taking me
over. I... I'm scared. The wages of sin. Take
your picture. Shoot, Skye. All right. All right,
not just like that. Just hold it. Now, while
we wait for it to develop, let me tell you what
you'll see. Where? On the picture. Everything
sharply in focus for just a second, and then...
Where I should be a blank an empty hole in space
Look all right. Oh Oh Lord no as I really look
You've never seen a witch before have you no?
You think I'd be a successful model for your
Bianchi account. Who are you look at your picture
again? Just what you said you Whatever it was
you it's gone, but I'm still here This is me
You won't let me go will you skylar why me didra
a personal whim and You were so right for the
tempting you'd you'd destroy me eventually of
course But I could put it off for a while. You
don't have me that much in your spell Are you
so confident? What makes you so? This. What are
you doing with the gun? Well, you see, it happens
to be a hobby of mine. I can put five out of
six in a three -quarter inch bullseye at 30 feet.
It won't save you anymore. I know that. I know.
But it can the rest of my family. You wouldn't
dare. I never thought you had... Witch! Die!
I saw the bullet strike her. I saw her fall.
If she was mortal, she was dead. Just a second
ago, three hours after I shot her, I rose. and
touched her cheek. It was cold as the grave.
I go to meet her there now, our eternal damnation.
I have no hope for myself. Only for you, Isabel,
and for the children. Whatever harm there is
left in her, I pray can reach only me alone.
I hope I've brought you... protection goodbye
forever for i know whatever life after death
there is i can never ever share it with any of
you i sold my soul to the devil and the witch
he sent to fire me and how do you like that for
a confession jake what am i gonna say you say
them guys working and advertising They're halfway
round up there. I guess you gotta be a little
bit screwy to get into that kind of business
in the first place. Figures. Nah, hold it. Yeah?
Oh, hi, Lieutenant. This is, uh, Detective Sandtanks.
Yeah. It's pretty much like the story of the
wife called in from Connecticut. Guy left a confession
you gotta read. It won't help much. I mean, it's
far out. Huh? On the subject. Yeah, there's not
much doubt from pictures around the apartment.
This is Skylar Harris all right Sure, DOA bullet
through the head. We're just waiting for the
ME now Hmm Well, what do you mean both? There's
nobody else in the apartment, but the guy The
dame That's not a sign of her Or you'll get it
when you read the confession The way I figure
it, she was one of them, what do you call it,
firmaments of the imagination. I don't think
she ever existed. Did the detective mean to say,
figments of the imagination? Or was his choice
of firmament perhaps nearer the truth? Was Deirdre
more finite than he believed? Was she somebody
of incarnate evil clothed in beauty who still
stalks the day and the night, looking for other
prey? I'll be back shortly. One parting word
until we meet again. Be careful, commuters, and
all the other men with extra time that weighs
heavy on your hands. Look with a jaundiced eye
at that fantasy girl who may materialize beside
you in the train, or the bus, or on the stool
next to you in your favorite bar. And before
you succumb to temptation, remember, at the best,
she's apt to burn a hole in your pocket. At the
worst, She may burn your soul forever. Our cast
included William Redfield, Joan Loring, Suzanne
Grossman, Ralph Bell, Dan Ako, and Earl Hammond.
The entire production was under the direction
of Hyman Brown. This is E .G. Marshall inviting
you to return to our Mystery Theater for another
adventure in the macabre. Until next time, pleasant
dreams.