Come in. Welcome. I'm E .G. Marshall. Fear, it
may be said, is a malignancy which, once the
seed is sown in the human soul, spreads like
a voracious and all -consuming fungus throughout
the psyche, smothering it at last in death. No
one knew this better than the justly celebrated
author Robert Louis Stevenson No one has ever
expressed it more vividly more frighteningly
than he in his story the Suicide Club the next
card to Iris the ace of hearts Oh Next card to
mr. Malthus a Spade mr. Malthus, but only the
jack of spades This card to Mr. Victor Harris.
Why, it's another spade, Mr. Harris. The ace
of spades. Tonight, you are the lucky one, Mr.
Harris. Tonight, you die. Our mystery drama,
The Suicide Club was especially adapted from
the Robert Louis Stevenson classic for the Mystery
Theatre by George Lother and stars Barry Nelson.
Compulsion. What is it? What is it within most
of us, perhaps all of us, that compels us to
do this or that? What drives the alcoholic to
take that first drink he knows will lead to drunkenness,
and almost certainly eventual death? What spurs
a compulsive gambler to bet again and again,
aware always that in the end it can only bring
him to ruin? That was a question Victor Harris
often asked himself, but could never answer,
until a certain fatal night when he met a man
who called himself John Smith. Well, your health,
Mr. Harris. Yours, Mr. Smith, I think you said.
As good a name as any other. Then why did you
invite me for this drink, Mr. Smith? It isn't
customary, you know. More often than not, the
strangers one meets at poker games remain strangers.
Why? You interest me, Mr. Harris. In fact, you
intrigue me. Oh. The last hand we played, everyone
else had dropped out, leaving just you and me.
I admired the way you played. I admired your
nerve. More than anything else, I admired your
coolness, your indifference when you lost. Thirty
-seven thousand dollars, Mr. Harris. Thirty -seven
thousand dollars. Your admiration is misplaced.
Cool, indifferent, why not? Thirty -seven thousand
dollars is nothing to me. I'm a millionaire,
Mr. Smith. Oh, are you? Several times over. Well,
then, losing that much would mean little to you,
if anything at all. Where's the thrill in winning
or losing? There isn't any. Not for me. Not anymore.
Then what... point is they're in play none none
whatever gambling of any kind bore me but I go
on because well mr. Smith I am what is called
a compulsive gambler I see what would you say
if I were to tell you that I can change your
boredom into a thrill the like of which you have
never experienced before there's a price tag
of course what is the nature of this thrill that
you're talking about I'm talking about what might
be called the supreme gamble, Mr. Harris. The
supreme gamble? Yes. That sounds like a matter
of life and death. It does, doesn't it? Is it?
You're a gambler, Mr. Harris, and a compulsive
gambler at that. I think you'll be willing to
gamble an hour or two of your time to find out.
Here's my card I'll be expecting you at this
address tomorrow night 730 sharp Suppose I don't
show Why then you'll never know what the supreme
gamble is and you'll go on being bored My name's
Harris. Victor Harris. I believe Mr. Smith is
expecting me. Yes, he is. Come in. This way,
Mr. Harris. Mr. Victor Harris, sir. Thank you,
Lucas. Good to see you again, Mr. Harris. We'll
join you in a few moments, Lucas. This, Mr. Harris,
is the game room. In this room, every night...
Saturday and Sunday accepted. The supreme gamble
takes place. But what is the supreme gamble?
First, tell me what you see. By a room. Large
room, tastefully and expensively decorated in
18th century style. And that large round table
covered with a green cloth looks like a card
table. That's what it is. And the people... In
evening dress, men in black tie, women gown,
all drinking champagne. Their faces. Look at
their faces. Look closely. Well, what do you
see? Why, their faces, they're all of them excited
about something I can see. Yes, they, they all
look as if, well, as if they're expecting something
very exciting to happen at any moment. They are.
but not at any moment, not until eight sharp.
What happens at eight sharp? That you'll find
out at eight sharp. In the meantime, let me introduce
you to one or two members of our club. Oh, it's
a club? Yes, a very select club, Mr. Harris.
Oh, Mr. Malthus, may I introduce Mr. Harris,
a new member? How do you do? How do you do? Correction
now. I'm not a new member, yet. He will be, Mr.
Malthus. He will be. See you a minute, director.
Of course, Lucas. Excuse me, gentlemen. Lucas
called Mr. Smith director? Yes. We all do. He's
the director of our little club. I see. Mr. Malthus,
what kind of club is this? You don't know? No.
Then why are you here? To tell you the truth,
I'm not exactly sure, except... Well, Mr. Smith,
your director, promises I'll experience the thrill
of my life, the supreme gamble, he calls it.
It is that, Mr. Harris. These people, you...
You're here because you like to gamble. Oh, no.
No, no, not at all. I don't in the least like
to gamble. No, I'm here because I'm a coward.
A coward? What do you mean? Just that. I'm a
coward. I'm afraid of... Well, I see you two
have become acquainted. But I'll take our new
guest away from you now, Malthus. I see Iris
Lauren sitting all by herself as usual. Come
along, Harris. I'll introduce you. Wish me luck
tonight, Director. I do indeed, Malthus. I do
indeed. Iris, let me introduce our latest member,
Mr. Victor Harris. I'm not a member, Mr. Smith.
Director. Call me Director from now on. No offense,
but I'll call you what I please until I am a
member, if I am. I doubt that you will be, Mr.
Harris. Why, Iris, what do you mean? Just what
I say. He doesn't look like one of us. Oh, but
he is in a different way for a different reason.
I'll leave you two together. I've got to prepare
a fresh deck of cards. I don't think I got your
last name, Miss... or Mrs... Miss Iris Lorne.
Well, you said that I don't look like one of
you. You don't. Where's the difference? Your
eyes. In your eyes? That seems to puzzle you,
Mr. Harris. Look into my eyes. Look deep. What
do you see? Sadness. Yes. Great sadness. The
sadness of... of... Death. Death? I'm dead, Mr.
Harris. I've been dead for years. Well, I...
I'm afraid I don't... Ladies and gentlemen, your
attention. It is time. Gather around the table,
please. Our director will now deal the cards.
To Mr. Crane's, the two of hearts. To Mr. Shaw,
the eight of diamonds. Mrs. Harper receives the
four of clubs. Next card to Mr. Burke, the nine
of spades. Miss Russell this time. Next card
to Mr. Wolfson. The Ace of Spades. Since Mr.
Morley has already drawn the Ace of Clubs, the
game is ended. Mr. Wolfson, Mr. Morley, I will
see you both in my office as soon as I've completed
my business with Mr. Harris. This way, Mr. Harris.
Oh, Lucas. The champagne all around as usual?
Yes, director. Well, sit down, Mr. Harris. Drink?
Thanks, no. Just tell me, what's this all about?
Have you ever thought of committing suicide?
No, I've never thought seriously of suicide.
Well, many do, you know. Think of it seriously,
that is. And some of these, quite a few, do take
their own lives. But you'd be amazed, Mr. Harris,
at how many people there are in the world who
want to kill themselves. In fact, yearn to kill
themselves, but haven't the nerve to do it. So,
we do it for them. You, to put it more aptly,
we arrange it for them, once they become members
of the club. The suicide club, we call it. Think
of the gamble, Mr. Harris, the supreme gamble
of your life. Think of the thrill of each night,
staking your life on the turn of a card. Not
a momentary thrill, but one that will make each
day worth living because it may be your last.
The ace of spades, the ace of clubs. Simple.
Whoever in each nightly deal receives the ace
of spades is killed. Everything, of course, is
arranged to make his or her death appear accidental.
The ace of spades, the person killed. The ace
of clubs? The one who does the killing. Then
one is the victim, the other is murderer. You
spoke of a fee. Unnecessary evil, I'm afraid.
The club's overhead is high, extremely high.
Accordingly, so is the fee. Which is? Half your
estate. Half of what you own. Half? That may
sound unreasonable to you at first, but it all
balances out, you see. What I mean is, there
are members of the suicide club who have large
estates, vast wealth. But at the other extreme,
there are some who have virtually no estate,
no money at all. Miss Lauren, for example. Iris,
you met her. Practically penniless. She was quite
well to do when she joined some time ago, but
luck, the cards, has been against her. And in
the meantime, she has spent everything she had
on her habit. Drugs. She's a... She's a drug
addict. Which is why she wants to die. It's the
only solution to her problem. What a shame. She's
so lovely. Her life could be so worth living.
But isn't. Not anymore. Well, now, Mr. Harris.
I promised you the greatest thrill you've ever
had. I promised to cure your boredom with life,
for the remainder of your life. I'm ready to
keep that promise with, as I said last night,
the supreme gamble. Sign here. I... Yes? I'd
like to think it over. You know what your decision
will be. You're a compulsive gambler, Mr. Harris.
Whether you join the Suicide Club now or later,
you will join. I know it. You know it. To be
bored is to be dead, as you so well know. Why
not live a little? Why not sign? Now? Why not?
Yes. Why not? Compulsion, psychiatrists say,
is another word for decision. Deep in the very
core of his being, a person has made a decision
that gambling, drinking, whatever may be ruining
his life, is somehow necessary to his happiness.
Well, we shall see when I return shortly with
act two. Weary of a life of compulsive gambling
which has lost its stimulation, Victor Harris,
wealthy man about town, has joined the suicide
club. Other members have joined because they
want to end their jaded lives but cannot bring
themselves to do so, and so it must be done for
them. Victor's reason is different. A gambler
who cannot stop himself from gambling he has
decided to take the supreme gamble. His life
on the turn of a card. Your first night, Harris.
Bon chance. Good luck. I'm not quite sure how
to take that, Mr. Beg... Pardon. Director. I'm
staking my life on the turn of a card. I grant
you I'm a compulsive gambler, but my life...
I wasn't... Quite prepared for anything like
that when I came here for the first time last
night. I hope you're prepared now. We play in
less than five minutes. Why not wander about,
become better acquainted with your fellow members?
I'll do that. Oh, and by the way, it's customary
for new members to order champagne for everyone.
Oh, well, I'd be more than glad to. Lucas, champagne
all around. On, Mr. Harris. Yes, Director. See
you at the table, Harris. Yes. Miss Lorne, may
I join you? Oh, Mr. Harris, please do. So, you
did join. Yeah, even though you said that I wouldn't.
I didn't say that. I said that you shouldn't.
But even when I said it, you had no choice. No
choice? Once you accept our director's invitation
to... pay this place a visit. You've had it.
There's no turning back. No way. Why not? You'll
find out. I did. What do you mean? He doesn't
run this place for kicks. Or maybe he does, in
a way. But what he's really after is your money.
And according to the grapevine, we have one here,
too. You've got plenty well according to the
grapevine you have none you're penniless now
Yes, I was worth well over a hundred thousand
when I joined almost six months ago and oh Well
a lot of it. I don't know how much I don't keep
count Went for heroin Well of course you know
I'm on dope yes And I'm sorry. You? Sorry? For
me? You're hooked as badly as I am. On gambling,
I say. I'm afraid that's the truth. A habit.
You can't kick, just as I can't kick mine. Look,
Miss Lauren, Iris, if I may. I made a decision
to join the Suicide Club last night. I can make
the decision to leave it, too. Can you? Well,
of course I can. Why do you say Ladies and gentlemen
your attention it is time gather on the table,
please Our director will now deal the cards The
tray of spades to mr. Dowling For you mrs. Crane's
the four of clubs For mr. Malthus For Mr. Malthus,
the ace of spades. I've won at last. Mr. Malthus,
remember the club rules. Control, Mr. Malthus.
But I've won. This will be my last night on earth.
After all this time, my last night. Mr. Malthus.
I beg pardon, director. I truly beg pardon. Let
us go on. Mr. Robinson, eight of diamonds. Miss
Feitzen, two of spades. Mr. Whelan, nine of hearts.
Mr. Harris? Ah, Mr. Harris, your first supreme
gamble. Yes. What card shall it be, do you think?
Here it lies on top of the deck. What shall it
be? Well, it can't be the ace of spades. True.
Well, what is it? I don't know. I haven't looked.
Enjoy yourself, Mr. Harris. Feel. Feel the excitement
of not knowing. Live. Live the supreme thrill
of wondering. What... Is this next card? Turn
it. Why don't I put it aside and draw the others?
Turn that card. As you wish. It's a club, Mr.
Harris. The ace of clubs. Mr. Malthus, Mr. Harris,
you will join me in my office in five minutes.
I'm no murderer. You wanted a thrill you're about
to find, I'm afraid. Be seated, please. You there,
Mr. Malthus. Mr. Harris, here. When shall it
be, Director? When is my moment to come? How
shall it be done? And where? Patience, Mr. Malthus.
Patience. Your suicide will take place tonight
at approximately 10 .30. Is that satisfactory?
Oh, yes. Yes, indeed. Good. Now, here are your
instructions. and a map to go along with them.
This straight line represents the Uptown Express
platform of the IRT subway at 42nd Street. Yes.
This arrow indicates the direction from which
the Uptown Express train will come into the station.
At 10 .30 tonight, you are to stand at precisely
this spot that I've marked with an X. X marks
the spot. Yes. Now, the platform will be filled
with the after -theater crowd. You will take
up your position at this spot and stand at the
very edge of the platform. Clear? Very. Goodbye,
Mr. Malthus. And Godspeed. Goodbye. And thank
you for all you've done. And now, Mr. Harris?
I have no intention of going through with this.
I'm no murderer. Of course not. When you push
Malthus in front of that train, you'll not be
murdering him. You'll be doing him a service.
Like all our members, he wants to die, but he
hasn't the nerve to kill himself. You will simply
be doing it for him. And that, as I see it, is
not murder. I see it differently. That's too
bad, Mr. Harris. I'm sorry, but frankly, there's
nothing you can do about it. Oh, I think there
is. I'm resigning from your club right now. Goodbye.
Mr. Harris, no one resigns from the suicide club.
No one ever has. No one ever will. I couldn't
possibly run that risk. You have my assurance
that I'd never say a word about... Assurance.
Assurances. What are assurances to me? No, Mr.
Harris, there's only one assurance you can give
me that I can possibly accept. Your death. Or,
more properly, your suicide. This is... Madness?
Perhaps. But if it is, it's only another form
of madness, Mr. Harris. Like, say, compulsive
gambling. I won't argue with you further. No,
you won't. I've had enough of your argument.
You know what you have to do tonight. You know
where and when. Do it. I... Do it, Mr. Harris.
For if you don't, I promise you'll wish you had.
And as you already know, I keep the promises
I make. Mr. Malthus! Mr. Malthus! What? Mr. Harris!
You're just in time. The express will be along
in a minute or two. Listen to me. We really shouldn't
be seen talking together. Just stand behind me,
and when the right moment comes... Listen to
me! I'm not going to kill you! You're not? I
can't. Well, you must. I can't do it either.
Why do you think you're here? To save you, if
I can. Well, save me. You don't want to do this.
You don't really want to take your life. You're
crazy. Of course I want to do it. But I can't.
I haven't the nerve. You must do it. You must.
No. No, we'll go somewhere and talk. Talk? The
tree. The tree. You can see the lights far down
in the tunnel. It's coming. It's coming. Oh,
you will do it, won't you? I can't. I've got
to get away from here. I've got to get away.
Victor? Victor Harris? Iris, what are you doing
here? I followed you. Why? Because I had this
feeling... Malthus! It must have found the nerve
to do it himself. No, Mr. Harris, I didn't. Lucas,
you shoved him? The director figured you'd lose
your nerve. It happens sometimes, and when it
does, I take over. Well, see you and you, Miss
Lorne, at the club tomorrow night. Eight sharp,
as usual. You've got it wrong, Lucas. You won't
see me tomorrow night or any other night. You
got it wrong, Mr. Harris. If you don't show up
tomorrow night, there won't be any other night.
Not for you or Miss Lorne. As Victor Harris watches
Lucas vanish quickly into the crowd, surely he
begins to realize what his compulsion to gamble
has brought him to. To what? Why, to certain
death, wouldn't you say? I would. I'll be back
shortly with Act III. You, yes, you, listening
to my voice, are Victor Harris, or, depending
on gender, Iris Lorne. If you are Victor, you
join the suicide club for a thrill. If you are
Iris, you join because you were sick of life
and wanted someone to do for you what you could
not do for yourself, commit suicide, kill you.
But, Whether you are Victor or Iris, you begin
to wonder if you've made a mistake, a fatal mistake,
now that it's too late. And so now, Victor, Iris,
you are in a secluded cocktail lounge. Iris,
I... I don't understand. What more can I say?
I've made it plain enough. I followed you, Victor,
because I... I couldn't bring myself to believe
you'd kill Mr. Malthus. And intended to stop
me if I tried. Now that's what I... I don't understand.
Why did you intend to stop me? Well... You won't
believe me? Try me. I love you. I told you, you
wouldn't believe me. Well, it is a... A little
hard to believe. We only met last night. In fact,
we... we haven't spent much more than, well,
20 minutes at most in each other's company. Well,
how long does it take to fall in love? I, uh...
I don't know. I do. I found out when I met you
last night. You don't believe me, do you? I...
I believe you mean what you say, but... But what?
Look, we're both compulsive personalities. With
me, it's gambling. With you, drugs. That means
neither of us is totally in control of ourselves.
I love you, Victor Harris. It's as simple as
that. And that's all there is. I love you. Well,
I'm honored and flattered. Iris, I mean that.
But I'm afraid I don't feel the same way about
you. Well, that's all right. No. No, it isn't
all right. I wish... I wish... Oh, what's the
sense of talking about what I wish or don't wish
or anything? We're in trouble, Iris. Real trouble.
And what we'd better start talking about is how
to get ourselves out of it if we can. Do you
think we can? We can sure try. We'd better try.
It's that or death. Waiter, check, please. What
are you going to do? The only thing I can do
is go to the police. Lieutenant, that's the whole
story. You don't sound as if you believed us,
Lieutenant. Tell me something, Miss Long. How
long you've been mainlining? Mainlining? You
know what I mean? It's written all over you,
your eyes. the nose twitching, the long sleeve
dress. Pull up that sleeve and let's have a look.
It's no need. It's true. Okay. What about you?
Me? What do you want? Uppers, downers, mescalines?
I'm not on anything. I'm no drug addict. Look,
Lieutenant. Sounds like a pipe dream. A suicide
club. Now, Mr. Harrison, I've heard some far
out stories, but yours is... it's out of space.
I see. In other words, you don't intend to do
anything. We'll check it out, but what of a vice?
Yes? You and her. Kick the habit and try to get
your feet back down on earth. Huh? Oh, Vic. We've
got to go to my place. We're staying right here
in this church till I figure out our next move.
I've got to have a fix. I'm going out of my skull.
It's that bad? You just don't know. Vic, I've
been almost 24 hours without one. We've been
running all day. Central Park, Radio City Music
Hall. Now this church... We couldn't go to my
place. Or yours. The director, Lucas, they're
sure to be looking for us. I can't stand it.
I can't. You don't have to, Miss Lorne. What?
Lucas. Right here in the pew behind you, Mr.
Harris. Here, Miss Lorne. It's just a skin pop,
but it'll hold you to it. Give it to me, give
it to me. No. Something wrong? Not in a church.
I won't. Not in a church. Suit yourself. Let's
go. The director is waiting. You heard me, you
too. Come on, Iris. And Iris... Yes. Good girl.
Mr. Harrison, Miss Lauren, Director. Come in,
come in. I was a bit worried about you, too.
Going to the police, revealing all about our
intimate little club. How do you know that we...
Had a visit today from a Lieutenant McPhee. He
didn't mention you by name, but I have reason
to suspect you know him big fellow six two shoulders
like an ox and Not very bright. I'm afraid not
very bright at all Lucas showed him about I couldn't
be bothered Lucas tell them what happened nothing
happened. I showed him around just a private
residence What else as you say what else? Well
now champagne for you mr. Harris And this for
you, Miss Lawrence? I don't want your champagne.
And she doesn't want that. Do you, Iris? Why
not? Why shouldn't I? I'm dying for it! Then
here, my dear. Iris, no! Vic! Iris, no! Please!
I can't help myself. I'm all alone. I've been
alone and I need... I need something to comfort
me. Come I'll comfort you my darling. I'll comfort
you. Well, well, how touching. How all together.
I don't think I've ever seen anything like this
since the suicide club opened. Have you, Lucas?
No. No, I haven't. However, life must go on.
are, to be precise, death. And it is time for
our evening ritual. Come, Miss Lorne, Mr. Harris.
Our little game of cards awaits us. For Mr. Dowling,
the five of diamonds. Mr. Whelan, the nine of
hearts. Mrs. Lawton, the ace of diamonds. Mr.
Whelan, the deuce of spades. For Miss Lorne,
Aris, the ace of clubs. Victor! For Miss Feitzen,
the eight of hearts. Mr. Hanson, the ten of hearts.
For Mr. Harris, the ace of... of space. That
ends the play for this evening. Miss Lorne and
Mr. Harris will join me in my office, please.
Victor, I feel sick. I think I'm going to...
Miss Lorne, wait. Where are you going? To the
powder room, you fool. She's sick. Mrs. Lawton,
do what you can for her. In my office, Mr. Harris.
Well now mr. Harris it appears that Dane fortune
has frowned on you tonight Regrettably, you have
just experienced the final gambling thrill of
your young life you arranged it didn't you who
you felt now now manners mr. Harris no name -calling,
please Smith You're not going through with this.
Oh, yes I don't intend to die tonight or any
other night for a long, long time. I'm resigning
from this insanity you call a club. And so is
Miss Lorne. You know, really, if I hadn't the
slightest idea you were going to be this worrisome,
I'd not have let you join in the first place.
I have already told you that we have but one
form of resignation from the Suicide Club. Death.
Well, let me just tell you... Your instructions
are to leave here immediately and return to that
elegant penthouse apartment of yours. Go to your
apartment and stay there. And oh yes, if you
have any idea of seeking help, such as going
to the police or anything of that nature, don't.
You will be very closely watched from the moment
you leave. And any attempt to disobey my orders
will result not only in your death, but Iris
Lawrence as well. Oh, Victor! What can we do
your instructions just just how are you to kill
me kill you? I could never kill you you know
that but What instructions just to come here
and wait that was all? That settles it They're
gonna kill us both What makes you think I was
followed until I got here the first thing I did
was to call the police or try to the phone's
dead I had a gun in my desk drawer. It's gone
They'd been here and they didn't miss a trick
and now just telling you to wait ours We're trapped
We're going to the police I was followed here
just as you were They're watching our every move.
We can give it a try. It's a gamble I just lost
What are we gonna do? What can we do? We won't
answer that won't do any good. They've got a
key. I'm sure now look Look, there's just one
chance you answer the door. I'll stand behind
it. Well Lord knows I'm not much when it comes
to fighting but I can try Go ahead open it Thank
You miss lawn I was just about to use my key
Okay, I come in I can't stop you Lucas. No you
can't And how about you coming out from behind
the door, Mr. Harris? It wouldn't have done you
any good, anyhow. You're no match for me. It
might have been worth a try. The director has
given me his orders, and I'm here to carry them
out. Everything can be done fast and easy if
you cooperate. And if we don't? Don't give me
a hard time, Mr. Harris, please. You got the
ace of spades tonight. Miss Lauren got the ace
of clubs. Following the club rules, Miss Lawrence
kills you. And this time we make sure it looks
like suicide. I won't do it. I won't do it. You'll
do it. There's going to be one little change.
One little difference tonight. After you kill
Mr. Harris. After he commits suicide, you might
say. You're going to commit suicide too. What
do you mean? Let's all go into the kitchen and
find out. Why the kitchen? That's where the stove
is. The gas stove. Oh, no. Oh, no. Move, Miss
Lauren. Lucas, look, you're being stupid. One
suicide, the police will buy that. But two...
You never heard of a suicide pact between lovers?
It says so right here. See? What? That's the
suicide note you're leaving. See, it's typed,
but signed. Iris Lauren. Victor Harris. They're
our signatures. How did they...? They forged
them. The contracts we signed. Just put the note
on the table there, hmm? No, no, no. Don't just
toss it there. Fold it. Neatly and... Oh, you...
One chop at the back of the neck. He'll be out
a long time. In fact, he won't be coming back.
And now, Miss Lorne, turn on the gas. No! Miss
Lorne... I won't do it! I can't... Let's see
now. Drag her into his arms Put his arm around
her like so Good all we need now is the gas Beat
her again with the oxygen. Okay, Mr. Harris,
snap out of it. Come on now. What? What? Where?
Breathe deep. Come on now. Deep. Ah, boy. That's
the way. Iris. She's coming around fine. Gonna
be okay, just like you. Lieutenant McPhee, isn't
it? Yeah. Well, how did you? I'm not as dumb
as I look or act, Mr. Harris. I kind of put it
on, you know, an act. Throw a lot of characters
off their guard that way. Smith didn't fool you.
No, I fooled him. When that guy Lucas took me
on a tour of the house, I saw a lot more than
he thought I saw. What could you have seen? That
big round table in the middle of the room. Oh,
there was a vase of flowers on it and like that,
but... There's a circle worn on the rug around
the table and nobody admires flowers that much
mr. Harris. Oh, I know. Yeah, I Checked the sanitation
boys and heard about the dozens and dozens of
empty champagne bottles. They picked up three
times a week all that plus the Accidental death
of mr. Malthus as you described it. Oh Sure,
I checked on that of course well It all added
up you You had us followed you and the lady have
been tailed practically since you left headquarters
Okay, Eddie, she's had enough come on little
lady come on come on now Oh Victor oh Iris she's
gonna be okay By the way, mr. Harris, you'll
be glad to know we got a confession out of Lucas
and Smith And that's the end of the Suicide Club.
That's the end of something else too. Yeah? What?
My compulsive gambling. I'll never make another
bet as long as I live. Victor Harris never did
gamble again. The Suicide Club cured him of that.
And, oh yes, it cured Iris Lorne of drug addiction.
Although I'm not so sure it wasn't having someone
to live for someone to love They're married now
Victor never had a chance Comes to that what
man has I'll be back shortly As Victor Harris
and Iris Lorne discovered, out of weakness can
come strength. Out of death, life. And compulsion
is nothing more nor less than, as I said earlier,
a decision we make within ourselves. We can decide
for evil or for good, but it is always we who
decide. Our cast included Barry Nelson, Marion
Seldes, John Barragray, Dan Occo, and Lloyd Battista.
The entire production was under the direction
of Hyman Brown. This is E .G. Marshall inviting
you to return to our Mystery Theatre for another
adventure in the macabre. Until next time, pleasant
dreams.