Come in. Welcome. I'm E .G. Marshall. Welcome
to another world. A world of suspense. A world
of the unexpected. And a world where fantasy
and reality may often wear the same face. We
are told the truth shall make you free. However,
in certain situations, the truth can send you
to jail. And so it's all a matter of what freedom
really means, not to mention what truth really
means. For Eleanor Hartley, this is no philosophical,
theological, or intellectual exercise. It has
become suddenly a tangible and terrible fact
of life. Nice of you to show up, Congresswoman.
Mr. Perry. I agreed to visit you in your cell
on two conditions. A, it would be kept secret.
B, I would do nothing that's foreign to my principles.
Of course, of course. Mr. Perry, I find you a
thoroughly despicable person. I've heard that
before. You make your money from narcotics, gambling,
extortion, prostitution. Well, you know, everybody
should do what he does best. And? You're a murderer.
I could never prove that in court. Till now.
But it looks as if they've got you finally. They
have you cold for the murder of Paul Grover.
Yeah, well, that's why I wanted to see you, Congresswoman.
I thought you'd want to do the right thing. The
right thing? Yeah. The right thing would be for
you to confess to that murder. What did you say?
You heard me. Why should I confess? Because you
killed Paul Grover. Well, Congresswoman, didn't
you? Our mystery drama, A Tiny Drop of Poison,
was written especially for the Mystery Theater
by Sam Dann and stars Tammy Grimes. I'll be back
shortly with Act One. There's simply no way of
knowing. So often, a fateful day will begin quietly,
prosaically, with absolutely no hint that the
steady pace of the commonplace is destined to
quicken or falter. With no intimation that today,
a die will irrevocably be cast, and henceforward,
our lives will change forever. Or... even cease
to exist. A day like this has dawned for Eleanor
Hartley, but she doesn't know it yet. Eleanor
Hartley, at 32, she has it all. Looks, brains,
personality, and a mission in life that seems
certain of fulfillment. And on this day, this
particular day, Eleanor Hartley is in a recording
studio. making a very important statement. The
principal issue, the primary issue, the overriding
indeed the only issue is morality. Do you or
do you not? Can you or can you not trust your
elected representatives? Okay, Eleanor, thanks.
We got it. We haven't finished. That's all we
need. Tom, I intend to run my own campaign. Absolutely.
Maury, don't add any of this stuff now. Grab
a portable rig and come on with us. We're going
to the Madison Beach Club. Just a minute. I have
no intention of going to the... You know, we
didn't even drink our coffee. Why don't we just
relax for a couple of minutes? Mr. Caldwell,
I think it's time we reached an understanding.
I thought we understood each other all along.
You want some sugar? I agreed to run for Congress
because a group of concerned citizens asked me.
Well, they did. And I thought it would be that
simple. Why do I have to go to the Madison Beach
Club? You want to talk to people? That's where
thousands of them are. Also, you look great in
a bikini. I think that's dishonest. Why? It's
your very own body. Is it your fault that it's
more attractive than your opponents, who happens
to be a bald, paunchy old party act? Oh, why
can't politics be simple? You know, it's been
such a morning. Didn't even get a chance to see
the papers. Oh, look, right here. Right here
on page one. This is what the game is all about.
What? Look, we got some more results from the
surveys. You have gone up seven points in the
last week. That's not very much. Are you kidding?
An unknown running against Big Jim Parkhurst?
An entrenched incumbent? The way you're gathering
momentum we are in. Look, Eleanor, I have to
know something. What? Big Jim is gonna take you
seriously from now on. I should hope so. Things
may get rough. I'm not afraid. You don't know
what rough is. You don't know how Parkhurst's
people will probe and pry and dig. So if there's
anything in your past Anything at all. What are
you trying to say by now? Parker's does unleash
the hounds They'll examine your life from the
day you were born. I have nothing to hide Good
that is Yeah, no No one would ever come up with
anything to to embarrass me the year you were
22 What about that year? Eleanor, we can't account
for it. What are you talking about? Well, we've
checked you through school. We've checked you
through college. You mean you've actually investigated
me? Of course. When you were 23, you married
Ted. And the past five years have been an open
book. But that whole year, while you were 22...
Yes. Well, like so many kids who get out of college,
I was at loose ends. Didn't know what I wanted.
So... I just took off. I traveled around the
country. I was just trying to find myself. And
I did. And that's all there was to it. Okay.
Come on, finish your coffee. We're off. Hey.
What? Oh. It's just nothing. It's an article
here. Which article? It's got nothing to do with
politics. I just happen to know this guy. Who?
Ah, some guy. He was killed about five years
ago. Murdered one night. Nobody knew why or by
whom. Well... This sure throws a new light on
the case. Turns out he was a foreign agent. Who'd
ever thought that Paul Grover could turn out
to be a foreign agent? What did you say his name
was? The Grover. Paul Grover. Ah, did you know
him? Ah, ah, Grover. Ah. No! I never knew anyone...
Go figure some people. Oh, Tom? Something the
matter? I don't feel good. Good headache. Maybe
I better go home. I'll rest for a while. Eleanor,
what's the matter? I told you I have a headache.
Okay. It's a woman's privilege. Congresswoman?
Hi there, Detective. Get any votes today? A few.
You catch any crooks? No. I'm on a whole new
thing. Sherlock Ted Hartley, that's me. I draw
all the weird ones. This was a guy named Paul
Grover. Grover? How do you like this? He was
murdered five years ago, buried and forgotten.
Now it's suddenly wide open again. You know why?
Don showed it to me in the morning paper. He
was a spy. Which means we have to find out who
killed him. Isn't it, uh, wasn't it always important
to find out? Now more than ever. The information
we have now is that he was ready to come over
to our side and spill what he knew. But, uh,
isn't this out of your, uh... The Federals asked
us to cooperate. So the old man called me in
and said, Ted, go get him. I'm a victim of my
own reputation. So now I have to lone wolf around
and try to sniff out a case that's five years
old. Ah, let's eat in tonight. Um, okay. It's
a rare night I have you all to myself. Maybe,
uh... Maybe I should never have gone into politics.
What are you talking about? Here you are, a cop's
wife. You're more than just a cop. And you're
more than just a wife. It's one of those crazy
things. You were going to go to Congress. I have
to be elected first. Baby, you're home free.
My career took off the day I married you. Come
on, Ted. I was always a good detective, but in
the last five years, you'd be surprised how many
ideas I got from you. You really taught me how
to think. What do the police know about the murder?
Well, just about zero. They figured Grover stopped
for a hitchhiker because when he left his office
to drive home he was alone They found his car
at the side of the road and he was about 30 feet
away stabbed to death Funny guy lived all alone.
No friends. Just people who knew him casually
Well after all this time, how can you expect
to find the killer? Oh I'll find the killer whoever
he is At least that's what I keep telling myself.
I looked at Ted. If he's determined to get the
killer of Paul Grover, eventually he will. Am
I going to want to do? Should I tell him now?
Drifting about in another world. How could anyone
ever link me to Paul Grover? There were no clues.
No one ever saw us together. No one saw it happen.
No one. Thanks for picking me up, mister. Um...
Grover. Paul Grover. What are you doing out all
alone this time around? I'm all right. I just
feel like walking, moving. You, uh, what are
them hippies? What's their name? Talking about
names. What's yours? Eleanor. Eleanor what? What
does it matter? Okay. How'd you like some supper?
That would be, uh, welcome. I know a nice little
place just off the state highway here. You're
very kind, Mr. Krover. Very kind. Why are we
stopping? Oh, well, I figured before supper we,
uh... We what? Well, let me put it this way.
You want your supper, you gotta sing for it.
Take your arm away. Hey, now listen. Don't you
touch me. Who are you kidding? I know your kind.
Hey, you come back here. Let go of me, let go.
What are you fighting me for? A girl like you,
you don't care and I'm even willing to pay. Help!
Scream while you want. Who's going to hear you?
Okay, you asked for this. No, no, please put
that knife away. You quit scratching and slapping
and you just behave yourself and you just do
as I tell you and you won't get hurt. I'll go
to the police. Who'd believe you? Who'd take
your word against mine? I'd say you're trying
to frame me. You'll go to jail. Now, come on,
honey, be nice. I'll even give you money. All
right, all right. I'll be nice. Don't you try
to run away now. I'm holding this knife. Sure.
That's the way I was taught. Drop the knife.
I'll kill you. I'll kill you. Drop it. I told
you. I told you to drop the knife, but you wouldn't.
I don't want to die. Mr. Groover. Mr. Groover,
I'm... I'm sorry, Mr. Groover. turned against
his own body. I just stood there. I remember
now. I wonder why I didn't panic. That was cool.
I made sure to leave nothing behind me. Not in
the car. Not anywhere around. There was no blood
on my clothes. Well, she certainly told it the
way it was. But is it... Is it true that there
are really no clues? Perhaps there are no fingerprints
or blood stains. But how about other clues? Stronger
clues. The clues that exist in the mind. The
heart. The conscience. We may find a few of those
when I return shortly with Act Two. What an attractive
young couple, Ted and Eleanor Hartley. Ted is
a brilliant detective on the city police force.
Eleanor is so bright and sincere and articulate
that a citizens committee has asked her to run
for Congress. Eleanor is busy with her campaign.
Ted is busy trying to track down a murderer.
This sounds like two different stories, but actually,
it's really one story. because the killer Tom
is looking for happens to be Eleanor. No. No,
don't. Let me go. Let me go. I'll kill you, Mr.
Clover. I'll kill you. Eleanor, darling. Eleanor,
darling, wake up. Wake up. I must have had a
nightmare. You were muttering and... mumbling
the craziest things. I think it's just I've been
working too hard. Darling, you don't have to
put so much into it. There are lots of people
working for you. I want to be elected, Dad. I
feel... I feel I could do so much good. Sure.
I feel I owe something. You owe something? What?
I feel I have a debt. I have to make up for something.
What? Oh... Well, once I did someone an injury.
Who? It was a long time ago. Yeah, but if it
bothers you... This person had it coming. Well,
then forget it. It's not that easy. Want to talk
about it? No. Part of our bargain, remember?
We'd never press each other for details about
what happened before we met each other. I'd say
overall it's a good bargain, but... Tell me did
I bother you with this Grover case bother me.
Yeah your nightmare you were mumbling with You
don't want to talk about no No, I'll talk about
it if if you won't I remember reading it was
such a messy murder. I Have to find the killer
No matter how long it takes I'm scared because
I know Ted means it. He never quits. He'll stay
with it forever. I don't know what to do. But
how can I tell him? How can I confess? It was
self -defense, but it'll be the end. Not just
the end of my career, but the end between Ted.
to the truth. I will follow the truth wherever
it may lead. I will seek the truth whomever it
may hurt. What we need in our lives today at
every level is the truth. You didn't tell me
how it sounded, Tom. Yeah, I know I didn't. What's
the matter, Eleanor? The matter? Yeah, with you.
The speech. There's something missing. Oh! What?
I don't know. Let's say some of the fire was
out. Anything wrong? Nothing, Tom. Having a bit
of a tiff with Ted? Ted is absolutely in favor
of my running. So what's wrong? Why do you insist?
Something's wrong. Your speech. I didn't believe
a word on it. Why? Because it was obvious to
me that you didn't mean a word of it either.
But I... Eleanor, something is wrong. Something
has been just a little off key all week. Now
why don't you tell me about it? Tom... I wish
you'd believe me. Everything's... just fine.
Yeah? I mean it. Well, if everything's just fine,
why are you so pale and why are you perspiring?
Tom. And there is something. Tom. There's nothing
we can talk about. But it's serious. Yes. Serious.
Eleanor, if it should ever come out. It can never
come out, Tom. Believe me. Eleanor. Please, Tom.
Don't ask me any more questions. Please. Sure,
sure. Okay. But whatever it is, I... I'm in your
corner. I'll back you. I'll fight for you no
matter what you did. Even if you committed murder.
I can't believe we have a free afternoon. Not
yet. You've been busier than I have. Well, that's
true. I'm the one who's been doing the neglecting.
Guilty. I even got you out here on false pretenses.
I'm working. Working? I said let's park the car
and go for a little walk in the country, but
right here is the site. What site? The site of
the murder. The Paul Grover murder. Right here
past this tree. There's something about this
place. Well, if you want to leave... After all,
if you want me to help you. Right here, past
this tree, is where he drove off the road. To
pick up a hitchhiker. No. I don't buy that story
anymore. Why not? There was another car. Oh?
There were tire marks about 50 feet south of
here where another car pulled off the road. But
didn't the police know this five years ago? Oh
sure, it was in the report, but the police are
like everyone else. We have a considerable body
of knowledge, but we only use what seems relevant
at the time. You think there was another car
involved? That's right. Someone met him here
and killed him. It has to be that way, because
he was being set up. So you see, I've got some
clues. I have those tire marks. They made a mold
five years ago. And I've got this. This little
button made of bone. It was clutched in Grover's
hand. Take a look at it. I looked. There was
a little button. A sleeve button. From a corduroy
jacket. One of, well, one of a host of buttons
that adorned that jacket. The jacket I had worn
that night. There were so many buttons. I never
even noticed the one that was missing. That jacket.
I still have it. I don't wear it often. But I
still have it. It's in one of my closets. What
you're saying is that if you can find the jacket
it came from, you've got your killer. That's
right. I've got it. Him? Well, it's from a man's
type field jacket, very popular about five years
ago, although lots of people wore them. I think
you've got one like it back home. Anyhow, there
was a fight. Grover was stabbed. The killer took
the money. But I didn't... You... I... Didn't
what? I didn't know that robbery was the motive.
Wasn't it supposed to have been a secret aging
thing? I figure a hired killer... But he was
stupid enough to pick up some loose bills. That
should hang him. Are you sure? You know what
else I've got? I found a witness. There's a little
restaurant a couple of miles down the state highway.
Certainly I don't mind telling you this story
again. There was this young man who came in here
that night. How can you remember so far back?
The Grover was a steady customer. He was a good
customer. So I remember what happened the night
he died. Yes, he was a good customer, but he
put ketchup on everything. Anyway, on that night,
this young fellow who comes in, he's wearing
a Codera jacket and denim pants. Oh, why did
you notice him? Well, you see, he ordered a steak,
and then he pays with a $10 bill, and there's
blood on the bill. Blood? Yeah, so I says to
him, this looks like blood. He says, does it?
And I says, how did blood get on this bill? And
he says, maybe it's blood money. He takes his
change, gives me a dollar tip, and leaves. Why
didn't you tell this to the police? They never
asked. Would you believe that this lieutenant
here is the first policeman that's walked into
my restaurant since it happened five years ago?
And can you describe him here though? I have
never forgotten him. was a big man, six foot
tall, about 200 pounds, black hair, brown eyes,
a big scar on the left side of his chin, and
the tip of his left pinky finger was missing.
Thanks, Your Honor. Oh, yeah, don't mention it,
Lieutenant. As far as the wife is concerned,
Madam, if I get up early on election day, I might
even vote for you. You would? Why? I don't know.
Maybe that's why. What? Well, you see, you tell
the average politician that you want to vote
for him, he shakes your hand, he looks sincere,
he says, thank you. You, you look sort of surprised,
you say. Why? That he's honest. It shows you're
honest and... that's something. Hi, Eleanor.
Come in, Tom. Got here as soon as I could. Something
wrong? Nothing's wrong. Or maybe everything's
wrong. Okay, Eleanor, spill it. I don't care
what you have to tell me. I don't care how bad
it is. Let's get it out of the way. You carry
the thing around with you, Tom. You justify it.
You say there was no help for it. It wasn't your
fault. Why should you pay for it? But it doesn't
let you alone, whether you admit it or not. It
keeps building inside of you and you feel you
just have to tell someone. I understand. Everyone
has his own little secret. This isn't a little
secret, Tom. Funny, isn't it? Of all the people
I know, I feel I can only tell you. What about
Ted? No. No, I can't tell Ted. Does it concern
another man? Yes, but not the way you might think.
Okay. We had to come to this point, you and I,
Eleanor, because, well, we're going places together.
I know. Eleanor, 10, 15 years from now, you could
become President of the United States. Tom, Tom.
Tom, thank you. I needed a laugh. Why are you
laughing? Sooner or later, we'll have a woman
President. Why not you? Dream on, Tom Caldwell.
Dream on. For all of them, it began with a dream.
So ask yourself, why not you? You'll be 40ish,
even more beautiful than you are now. Wiser,
more experienced. I want to hold you back. Excuse
me. Hello? Darling? Ted, where are you? Who murdered
Grover? Can you be sure? Yeah, I'm sure. We got
him cold. Is it possible? Can two people have
murdered Paul Grover? We know of one, but who
is the other? Can there be another? Maybe it's
possible to murder a man twice. We will deal
with a number of interesting possibilities when
I return shortly with Act 3. Although once is
usually par for the course, It does appear that
some people can be murdered twice. Five years
ago, Eleanor Hartley was forced to kill a man
in self -defense. And now it develops that the
police have evidence against another killer.
And Eleanor Hartley, whose horizons are unlimited,
now has to make a crucial decision. Everything
all right with Ted? Uh, yes. Just fine. They
got the killer. Killer? The one who murdered
that Paul Grover. Well, that's great. Well, Ted
is really a great detective. Who's the suspect?
I didn't ask. He'll probably be in the news.
Okay, Eleanor, I'm waiting. Tom, I don't want
to lose everything. Why should I lose everything?
You won't lose anything. Don't say that. Is it
that bad? Yes. Well, we'll have to come out.
No, it won't. Eleanor, Big Jim is out to get
you. He'll stop at nothing. Whatever it is, believe
me, sooner or later he'll uncover. No. He can't.
No one can. Only I know. Eleanor, there is no
way out except the truth. You're wrong, Tom.
There's another way out. And it turned up for
me tonight. So, the problem is solved. It's settled.
It no longer exists. Helena, I... No, Tom. I've
pulled myself together. I realize the stakes
I'm playing for. It, uh... It simply will not
bother me anymore. You say that so easily. It's
a matter of alternatives. What will be best for
everyone in the long run? Well, I don't know
what it is, but I sure hope you can live with
it. I've lived with it for five years. I can
live with it forever. I'll have to. Dad? Oh.
Oh, I'm sorry. I woke you. Did you think I could
fall asleep? Tell me. Tell me everything. Who
is he? Vince Perry. Very bad boy. He's had quite
a career. Five, six years ago, he was just a
punk. Now he was on his way to being number one
in narcotics in this town. But, uh, you've got
him for murder. How did you? Well, after all,
five years ago, the police couldn't get anywhere.
Well, I had one break. That little restaurant.
I guess the detectives never went there last
time. It is an out -of -the -way place, but...
But why didn't Hugo come for it? Hugo represents
a large group of people. Guys like Hugo simply
don't volunteer. But all Hugo gave you was the
description. It was enough. It told me it was
Vince Perry. But the description? Is it enough?
Two other things put him on the scene. The tire
marks. They're a very special Italian tire. I
checked back. I found out that Vince Perry had
come into some money, bought an imported custom
Italian car. And the button. I made the rounds
of clothing stores all around his neighborhood.
found out where he bought most of his clothes.
Guy checked back through his records and sure
enough, Vince had bought a corduroy jacket with
that type of button. Would all that be enough?
The description, the button, the cast the cops
took of the tires five years ago. Plus... Well,
I shouldn't say that. What? Plus the fact he
looks like a killer. Has a bad reputation. Well...
We don't have to worry about him anymore. Why
did you say that? Who was worrying about him?
I'm sorry, did I hear something wrong? Let me
just swallow this. Wait a minute, what's with
the pills? I need something to help me sleep.
She never took pills before. I've never been
under this kind of pressure before. Why should
you be under pressure? You don't understand politics.
I thought the idea was just for you to get up
and tell the truth. It's more complicated. Because
you make it more complicated. You don't know
what a strain I... We're fighting. Is this the
way it's going to be? No. No, darling. Everything
will be all right. I'll be all right. What's
the schedule for today, Tom? Hey, I'm worried
about you. I like the way you look. You're not
getting any rest, but it's a light day. Lunch
at the City Boosters Club. Guess who'll be there?
Who? Your worthy opponent, Big Jim Parkhurst
himself. Do I have to meet him? He's really a
very nice guy. Oh, and this morning I arranged
for you to visit Vince Perry. Vince Perry? Yeah,
in his cell. Why would I? Calm down, calm down.
How could you even suggest? Look at it this way.
You have to do me a favor because I have to do
Charlie Colligan a favor. Who is he? Charlie
Colligan, he'll deliver the vote for you in the
fourth ward. This is the kind of politics that
I intend to fight. No, my dear, these are the
kind of politics that I shield you from. Vince
Perry just wants to see you. Why? Well, it'll
be a very private meeting. Nobody will even know
you were there. Why? Colligan owes him a favor.
Do you mean to tell me that if I refuse to see
this... this gangster, I can lose the fourth
ward? It's not that simple. That open and shut.
But... elections have been lost by one vote.
Well, let's get it over with. Nice of you to
show up, Congresswoman. I haven't been elected
yet. Oh, I hear it's in a bag. I only came as
a favor to a good friend. No, you're getting
a hang of politics. That's what it's all about,
no? Favorites. I agreed to come to your cell
on two conditions. A, it would be kept secret.
B, I would do nothing that's foreign to my principles.
Okay. Let's find out what your principles are,
huh? Let's see if you want to start out by doing
the right thing. What do you know about the right
thing? I know this. The right thing would be
for you to confess to the murder of Paul Grover.
What did you say? Come on, you know what I said.
You know what I said. If you kill Paul Grover,
I've seen you do it. That's a lie. Here's the
way it was. Now I get the contract to knock him
off. I follow him in my car. I figured I'd bag
him after he came out of that restaurant. But
first he stops and picks you up. Then, after
a couple of minutes, he stops again. So I stop.
I heard it all. I seen it all. I let you go.
Why not? You did my job for me. I never forget
what you looked like. You can't. You can't prove
a word of it. I'm in the spot you were in when
he tried to attack you. Not nobody would have
believed you then. Nobody would believe me now.
What do you expect me to do? Like I say, do the
right thing. There's two kinds of people. Honest
folks and thieves. Now there's a law. The honest
folks obey it. Period. The thieves break it.
I'm a thief. What are you? Eleanor, I don't think
you two have ever met. I'd like to present you
to your opponent, Congressman Jim Parkhurst.
What do you do? Well, so you're Eleanor Hartley.
Well, now I know why I'm going to lose. You're
even prettier in person. I think I'll leave you
two to chat. Are you already conceding, Congressman?
Oh, sure. Hey, my time's run out. Really? But
you're running a very aggressive campaign. Well,
you kill a snake. The body can still wiggle.
No, dear, I've had it. The voters are wise to
me. You know, I always thought you were an ogre.
And you are. But a very charming ogre. Eleanor,
let me give you a word of advice. Advice? Best
in the world. Because as advice, I never followed
myself. Now, when I became aware of you for the
first time, you broke my heart. How? I saw you
as I was, oh, 30 years ago. Filled with spirit,
sincerity, a desire to find the truth and work
for it. Really? Eh, sounds strange coming from
me, doesn't it? Well, just remember, doesn't
happen all at once. You wake up one day and,
well, yes, you're a crook. You're dishonest.
You betray your constituents. Now, you're not
really that bad. My dear, I'm worse. It starts
with the first lie, the first deal. That's when
you swallow that first tiny drop of poison. Remember
that. Have you tasted yours yet? No, don't answer.
Just think about it. Thank you, Congressman.
Thank you. Well, I know you'll have a highly
successful career because you're a very honest
little lady. You might even become president.
Good luck. Well, what did you think of Big Jim?
Tom, I want to do something. But I need your
advice. I want to make a statement. It's something
that is true. But it would end my career. Then
why make it? Because it's the right thing to
do. Ted, what are you typing? How was the big
luncheon? Oh, the usual. What are you typing?
Here, want to read it? To Chief of Detectives,
dear Inspector Summerfield, please accept my
resignation from the police force. Ted, what's
this? Oh, I don't know. I just don't want to
be a cop any longer. Why? Why? Well, look, you'll
be going to Washington. I thought we... Why do
I have to be a cop all my life? Why can't I try
something else? Because Ted, for you there is
nothing else. Look, let it go. Ted, I love you.
I love you too. What do you want me to do? About
what? You know. How long have you known? How
long have I known what? When did you first find
out that I killed for Grover? The first night
I got the assignment You told me about it in
your sleep. You were having a nightmare, but
you told me and Every night since then in your
sleep you kept telling me the buttons Missing
from your jacket in the closet. Why didn't you
arrest me? How could I? Why should I? Besides,
this is the perfect setup for Vince Perry. He's
a rat. We're better off without him. Yes. And
Paul Grover would have been killed by him an
hour later. Why should your life be ruined? It's
better this way. We need you more than Vince
Perry. And it was self -defense, anyhow. Then
why do you want to resign from the force? Because
I just made my first deal. I've taken the first
drop of poison. Someone... someone else said
that to me earlier. I'll stop now before I become
the kind of cop I have no use for. Hey, what
are you doing? You can't resign, Ted. You're
going to make an arrest. No. No, I won't. I can't.
You can. You must. I've taken the first drop,
too. And I can't live with it either. Please,
Dad. But it'll be the end. No, Dad. It won't.
You'll see. It'll be the beginning. It was quite
an unusual arrest. And an unusual confession.
An unusual trial and a rather unusual verdict.
Not guilty. It would be nice to be able to say
that she was elected, but no, there is a limit
to the unusual. A pity. I'll be back shortly.
Would you have confessed to a killing if there
were a ready -made and worthless scapegoat? Would
you have destroyed a promising career in return
for a clear conscience? It doesn't sound like
much of a bargain, but there are oh so many powerful
people who wish they had made it. Why don't we
all make a bargain to meet here again next time
for another adventure? in the unusual and the
exciting. Our cast included Tanny Grimes, Paul
Hecht, Robert Dryden, 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.