01x10 - Day of Reckoning

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Good evening

fellow yacht owners.

This is not champagne. You

can see my tastes are much too

simple for that. This is not

intended for a christening.

It is my ship to

shore communication.

I realize that my yacht

may seem rather old

fashioned to luxury

minded people, but I find

the relationship between a man and a

gasoline engine too coldly impersonal.

My engine is far more

economical and very quiet too,

except for an occasional

scream and the clanking of chains.

It is also quite speedy.

This is the accelerator. So

much for the simple pleasures.

We are presenting a story

tonight called Day of Reckoning.

It follows in

precisely one minute.

Sorry partner, I lost this one for us.

Don't feel bad. My brother and his wife

have developed mental telepathy into a high

art. Harold, she's accusing us of cheating.

Sibling rivalry. You

witnessed the crime, Judge.

Are we guilty or innocent?

Not enough evidence.

Wouldn't you like to sit in, Paul? I'm sure

your sister would be better off without me.

No, thanks.

Felicity,

who is the man?

What's his name? I have a right to know.

Please, Paul, let's

not go over it all again.

I told you I can't go on.

I simply want a divorce.

You've always said before

there wasn't anybody.

There never was.

But this time there is, isn't there?

You can't deny it.

I'm not denying it.

I want his name.

You'll know eventually.

Oh, not to have it now.

Why? Because you know you wouldn't get your

divorce if I knew his name, is that it?

I didn't say that.

You don't have to.

Paul, when there was nobody

you always thought there was.

You always behaved as if there was.

You made it impossible long

ago for me to go on loving you.

What difference now does

it make if there is someone?

I can fight the divorce.

That won't get me back.

Felicity, darling, please.

Please, give him up.

No, I can't.

I won't.

You're not going to him.

You can't stop me, Paul.

Felicity!

Wouldn't Felicity like to sit in?

I'm being taken to the cleaners.

No, I, uh, have to.

Doesn't she want one of you

men to take over the steering?

No, she doesn't.

Well, I wish she'd come and watch the game.

I'm playing brilliantly.

Felicity never thought I

was much of a bridge player.

You never were, darling.

Let that be a lesson to you, Trent.

Don't get married.

Flattery stops at the alder.

Oh!

She must have run us aground.

Passengers will quietly

move to the lifeboats.

Women and children last.

Felicity, what's up?

We'd better take a look.

Felicity!

Felicity!

Out here!

Out here? That's impossible!

Felicity! Felicity!

Felicity!

Felicity!

She must have fallen overboard.

She can't swim.

Judge, would you take that

searchlight and go forward?

I'll see if I can back her up.

The bank will double back on our course.

Hold steady, everybody.

Trent, there's a flashlight there.

Don't worry, dear.

She'll probably manage to reach the bank.

Anything up there,

Judge?

No, nothing.

Al has made some coffee.

No, thanks.

Any sign?

What are we going to do?

I think we should head back to the house.

I know you want us to keep searching,

Paul, but we'll need more help.

We'll have to call the police.

My men are searching the lake now.

We should have some results by morning.

That is very encouraging.

We're doing our best, Mr. Sampson.

If you folks don't mind, I'd like to

ask a few questions.

Can't they wait, Sheriff? This is hardly the time.

He's only doing his job, Carolyn.

This is what happened, Sheriff.

After dinner this evening, Felicity suggested

that we take out the cruiser.

Judge Wilcox here happened to stop

by, and we invited him to come along.

Well, anyway, we were playing

bridge, and Felicity was at the controls.

And that's the last we saw of her.

She must have fallen overboard.

That seems kind of

strange, doesn't it?

Is Mrs. Sampson just losing

her balance like that?

Was she drinking by any chance?

She'd had a few martinis.

How many would you say?

I don't really know.

She wasn't drunk, if that's

what you're implying, Sheriff.

Now, I don't believe I know you, sir.

This is Trent Parker. He's been our

house guest here for the past few weeks.

Trent Parker? Well, I know the name.

I'm a golfer. I played here

in the tournament last spring.

That's where I met the Sampson's.

Yes, of course.

Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Parker.

Sheriff, my brother's very tired.

Why don't you come back in the morning?

Well, I was going to ask Mr. Sampson

to go out on a cruiser with me.

There are a few things I'd

like to clarify for my report.

At this hour? Not really, Sheriff.

It's all right, Carolyn.

May as well get it over with.

Dave, would you mind coming along with us?

No, of course not.

Carolyn, I will be at home if you need it.

Thanks, Alex.

Is this where you ran

aground?

Approximately.

Have you found anything?

No luck at all, sir.

I'd like to try to reconstruct

the accident, if you don't mind.

How can you, Sheriff?

Well, I can try. The coroner is

bound to ask a lot of questions.

I'd like to have some of the answers.

Now, let me see if I've got it straight.

All the people were in the

cabin except Mrs. Sampson.

She was at the controls? No, no.

We were on autopilot. She

was sitting right here on the rail.

Now, you came out. Any particular reason?

To see if she might like another drink.

Did she?

No, so I went back inside.

And after that, she fell overboard.

It's funny nobody heard her cry out.

Remember, Sheriff, the engine was

running and the radio was playing.

That's true.

Well, let's try a little experiment.

Frazier?

Yes, sir.

I want you to sit on the railing.

Mr. Sampson will come out of

the cabin, talk to you, go back in.

After a while, fall overboard,

give a shot and swim to shore.

Am I close, sir?

Well, you can get down to your shorts.

Can you swim? Yes, sir.

All right.

Head it out and

put it on autopilot.

Now, Mr. Sampson, if you'd be good

enough to duplicate your actions

Look, is this really necessary?

I'm afraid so, Judge.

It's a few hours ago.

The others are playing cards.

Where were you,

Judge? About here.

All right.

Now, Mr. Sampson, you think your

wife might like a refill, so you go out.

Pardon me, Judge.

And the radio is playing.

You can come in now, Mr. Sampson.

Mr. Sampson.

I came back in here and

watched the bridge game.

Hey!

Never mind that. I'll have one of my men

clean it up before we dock.

Excuse me.

Fraser, are you okay?

Yes, sir.

That's strange, isn't it?

We heard the cry even

though the radio was playing.

That's because we were waiting for it.

Last night, everyone was

concentrating on the game.

Yeah, even so, you'd think someone

would have heard her cry out.

Unless

Unless what?

Unless Mrs. Sampson didn't cry out at all.

Why wouldn't she?

There's always the

possibility she took her own life.

Don't be absurd.

Felicity had everything to live for.

Besides, if she wanted to

commit suicide, why do it this way?

I'm sure there are easier methods.

Yeah, I suppose so.

Well, we'd better head back.

I'm sorry I'd have had to put you

through this again, Mr. Sampson.

Paul?

Did they find anything?

Nothing yet.

Perhaps we'll hear in the morning.

I drove into town to get my things.

I didn't want you to be alone.

The house seems so empty.

I keep expecting to hear a voice.

Carolyn?

Yes, dear?

Carolyn, I've got to tell you something.

I must share it with someone.

What is it?

Felicity was leaving me.

Leaving you?

She told me last night.

Why? Did you have a quarrel or something?

No, no, no, nothing like that.

She was leaving me for another man.

I don't believe it.

Neither did I, at first.

Who was it?

She didn't tell me, but I think I know.

Paul, today Would you excuse

me? I was just going to get a nightcap.

Can I get you something?

No, thanks.

Trent?

He's been staying here

for weeks, hasn't he?

He's been giving her golf

lessons every day, alone.

It's incredible.

I'm not sure.

Not yet.

But I'm going to find out.

Paul, what difference can it make now?

Look, try to get some sleep.

We'll talk about it in the morning.

All right?

Good night.

Paul?

Maybe there's still a

chance Felicity isn't dead.

I know it seems almost

too much to hope for,

but after all, they haven't

found her body yet.

Maybe she did manage to reach the shore.

Maybe she's still alive.

I don't know.

I don't understand how Mrs.

Sampson fell overboard.

How does anyone fall

overboard? She slipped.

She lost her balance.

In that case, she would have

fallen into the boat, not out of.

Maybe she fainted.

That's a possibility.

I called a doctor to check

on her, but he's out of town.

Was she subject to

fainting spells, by the way?

Not that I know of.

Now, another thing.

When we examined the deceased's

body, we noticed a bruise on her forehead.

What are you suggesting? That she

was struck before she fell?

No, not at all.

I just wondered

where it came from.

I can explain that, Sheriff.

Felicity and I took a walk yesterday.

There was a low branch in its structure.

Nothing serious, but

enough to raise a bruise.

I see.

Did any of you notice

that bruise last night?

I don't like the tone of that question.

You act as if we might

have something to hide.

Not at all, Mrs. Sampson.

I'm just trying to put the pieces together.

You can't play checkers without a board.

I wasn't aware we were

playing games, Sheriff.

Apparently, you won't accept the

fact that this is a simple accident.

The only thing left is m*rder.

And since I was with Felicity before she

died, it seems I'm the obvious candidate.

Please, Mr. Sampson, there's

no reason to talk like that.

I haven't accused anybody.

Not directly?

Not even indirectly.

Well, then I apologize for

misunderstanding you, Sheriff.

My wife had an accident and was drowned,

but you won't take that at face value.

You keep on asking questions.

What sort of accident? How did she fall?

Why did she fall?

I think those are reasonable

questions under the circumstances.

And as far as accusing you of anything,

the thought never entered my head.

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.

Well, think about it now, Sheriff.

I could have k*lled her.

It is possible, isn't it?

Well, anything's possible.

Well, this is more than possible.

It's probable.

I was alone with her.

No one else was out there.

I could have pushed

her over the side.

Couldn't I? Couldn't I, Sheriff?

This is ridiculous.

Paul didn't go near her.

Why do you say that, Judge?

Because I could see them

clearly from where I was standing.

They were in my line

of vision the whole time.

And nothing happened? Nothing.

He didn't touch her.

I wish you'd said

something about this before.

I didn't think it was important.

After all, no one had made any

accusations until a minute ago.

I haven't accused anybody, even

though Mr. Sampson seems to think so.

I've got to be going.

The inquest will be

tomorrow morning, ten o'clock.

I'll see you out, Sheriff.

We should be going too, Dad.

Thanks, Dave.

For what?

For telling that lie.

You couldn't see us at all.

Well, he seemed to be looking for

some explanation for the accident.

He was being a nuisance,

so I thought I'd head him off.

I appreciate it, but you

weren't taking a chance.

Not really. I wasn't under oath.

Besides, what difference does it make?

You certainly didn't

k*ll Felicity, did you?

No.

So no harm done.

I'll see you at the inquest.

She was quite excited the

day I bought those for her.

She always used to look

forward to her lesson with you.

So did I. We had some good times together.

I'm sure you did.

Look, am I in the way?

I mean, do you want to work?

I don't find it exactly

easy to work right now.

Well, they say it's good therapy.

Keeps the mind occupied.

Is that what you'd like me to do?

Design a new office building?

Just a suggestion.

What are you so anxious for me to forget?

I beg your pardon?

Let's stop pretending. I know.

What are you talking about?

About you and Felicity.

What about us?

You knew she was leaving me, didn't you?

Now, Paul, you've gone

through a terrible experience.

She was going away with you.

Now, wait a minute. That's ridiculous.

Where did you get such an idea?

No, it's not ridiculous.

She told me herself.

I admired your wife. I

liked her very much as

a friend, but that's

as far as it ever went.

Oh, I'm sure it was easy enough for you.

It's always easy for the other man.

He can present himself

in the best possible

light, make promises

he never intends to keep.

You have no responsibilities, no roots.

I suppose she'd like that, too.

Cheap romanticism.

Paul, did Felicity say she

was leaving you for me?

No, she never mentioned your name. Of

course, she wanted to keep you out of this.

But who else could it have been?

You were in love with her, weren't you?

You were waiting for the chance to

take her away from me, weren't you?

Only it didn't work.

And now Felicity's dead.

But she didn't say I was the man, did she?

You just guessed I was.

I knew you were.

The only thing I have to figure

out now is the best way to k*ll you.

Oh, hey, Paul, I'll take your word

that she was going to leave you.

It seems incredible,

but it must be the truth.

And I can see why, in a way,

you thought I was the one.

But you're wrong, Paul.

You're really wrong.

Am I?

I've never wanted to take her from you.

Even if I had wanted

to, I'd know I never could.

Besides, I

It happens I'm engaged to be married.

You're lying.

No, it's the truth.

A girl in Boston. I met her last year.

She's from Back Bay.

Her parents don't exactly

approve of her marrying

a golf pro, as it is.

But I wouldn't risk having an

affair with your wife. You're crazy.

How do I know you're telling the truth?

You can call her. I'll give you her number.

Trent, I'm sorry.

That's all right.

I should have known it wasn't you.

I just couldn't think of anyone else.

Paul, are you sure it is true?

You've had a terrible time.

I'm not imagining it, if

that's what you mean.

I

I don't suppose you'd

want to talk about it.

I'd like to talk about it to you.

As a matter of fact,

it'd be a relief, in a way.

You know

Felicity never really loved me.

She as much as admitted it.

I think she just wanted to

be in love for once in her life.

She felt she was missing something.

That's the good. I can't explain it.

Either you understand or you don't.

I do. I do.

All the same, I think I'd

better pack up and leave.

It'll be easier all around.

Trent You won't mention

this to anyone, will you?

About Felicity leaving, I mean?

Of course not.

It's none of my business.

Thanks.

Was it an autopsy performed, Sheriff?

Yes, sir.

And the result?

Mrs. Sampson met death by drowning.

Following a fall from the

cabin cruiser? Yes, sir.

It appears so.

Appears, Sheriff?

I just don't understand

how she fell, that's all.

You've given us the impression

that she lost her balance.

Yes, I think so. I just don't know how.

Sheriff, I'm not quite

sure what you're implying.

Are you suggesting that there was something

irregular in Mrs. Sampson's death?

Your Honor, I'd like

to dismiss Sheriff

Jordan for the moment

and call a new witness.

Very well. You may step down.

Raise your right hand.

Dr. Feider.

What's he doing here?

I don't know.

Would you state your name and

occupation, please?

Felix Ryder, M.D.

Dr. Ryder, Bailiff tells

me that you have some

pertinent information

concerning this inquest.

Yes.

How did you come by this

information?

Professionally.

I was Felicity Sampson's physician.

Why didn't you contact

us earlier? I couldn't.

I was away on a fishing trip.

Just got back this morning.

Would you tell us the nature

of your information?

Be glad to.

When I came home today,

my wife said that Felicity, Mrs.

Sampson, had had an accident.

Said a lot of people all over

town were buzzing about it.

Seems that Sheriff Jordan couldn't

figure out how she fell off the boat.

Well, I knew I could clear that

up, so I came right down here.

Mrs. Sampson came to me about

two weeks ago for a check-up.

She complained of pains in the chest.

So I gave her a complete

examination and ran a series of tests.

What did you discover?

She was suffering from a serious

type of progressive mycosis.

Is that a dangerous

kind of disease, doctor?

In this case, yes.

I didn't have her entire history.

But from what I could gather, she'd

had a primary infection as a child.

This type of disease

has a way of recurring.

Would it be fatal?

In time, yes.

She had possibly two or three years.

In view of the fact

that she fell overboard,

would you say that dizziness might

be one of the symptoms of the disease?

Yes.

Arising from the respiratory

difficulties, of course.

I'll be glad to let the

court see my records.

Thank you, doctor.

Now, did you tell Mrs. Sampson

about your findings?

Yes, I did.

She asked me not to mention

it to her husband or family.

I've held that confidence until now.

Any reason for breaking it?

Well, just what I said before,

to clear up any rumors about her accident.

Mrs. Sampson probably had a dizzy spell,

lost her balance, and fell over the side.

Thank you, doctor.

You've been extremely helpful.

I have nothing more.

Well, in that case, I think we can adjourn.

That clears the air.

No question of the verdict now.

Accidental death.

This concludes the first half

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the beloved sponsor's minute.

Don't forget, Paul.

If there's anything

we can do, just call us.

Why don't you take a trip somewhere?

The change might do you good.

Yes, sir.

Well, give it some thought.

Think, Paul?

Huh?

I don't suppose you'll feel

much like eating tonight.

Let me know if you want anything special.

All right.

I made you a double.

It'll be nice having someone

to look after for a change.

What do you think of Harold's suggestion?

What suggestion?

Taking a trip.

We could close the house and go to Europe.

The Far East or South America.

Do you good?

I can make all the arrangements.

Try to remember.

Didn't Felicity say anything at

all about what Dr. Ryder told her?

Didn't she give you some small hint?

You've asked me that

three times already, Paul.

She didn't say anything at all.

No hints, nothing.

You must believe me.

But why?

Dr. Ryder.

He could have been the man.

Do you think he was lying,

trying to cover up? Paul, please.

Did she say there

was another man?

She wanted a divorce, so there

must have been another man.

Why couldn't it have been Dr.

Ryder? Paul, he gave

the coroner his records.

My dear, you can't go on

mourning for the rest of your life.

Try not to think about it so much.

Believe me, you'll get over it eventually.

One day you'll be happy again.

Carolyn, it's no use.

Of course it is. I know.

Don't you understand? I k*lled her.

Don't say things like that.

It's natural you should feel guilty.

You feel you should have

stayed with her on the boat.

But Paul, there's no way you

could have known she was ill.

Didn't you hear what I said?

I m*rder*d Felicity.

I pushed her over the side.

That's not true. It can't be.

It is true.

It wasn't planned. I didn't mean to do it.

I'd only gave him one

or two, but I did, Carolyn.

It was sudden.

Like slashing the head off a flower.

The second later, you wonder why

on earth he ever did such a thing.

This has all been too much for you, Paul.

I've told you that before.

You've been under such a strain.

I'm tired of being pitied.

Everybody's pitying me. The grieving

husband. I can't take it anymore.

But you are grieving.

You don't believe me, do you?

You think it's all in my mind.

I didn't say that.

But you're thinking it.

Well, what do you expect?

You're my brother.

I know you better than I know myself.

You're not a m*rder*r.

You know why you don't believe

me, because you don't want to.

Because it might interfere with your plans.

I haven't any plans.

Oh, yes, you have.

The plans you've been

making ever since Felicity died.

Coming here to live, taking care of me.

You've got a happy picture

of us growing old together.

I'm sorry, but it's the truth.

Paul.

Can't we talk about this tomorrow?

Tomorrow won't make any difference.

This isn't going to go away.

It's something I've got to face.

Promise me you won't mention

what you told me to anyone else.

I can't make any promises.

At least for now.

All right.

Good morning. I understand I'm

being put under the microscope.

Hi, Paul.

That's Dr. Pretense

Carolyn told you, didn't she?

Well, yes, she did mention

something about your problem.

Problem? Is that what she called it?

I should think you'd have

more imagination, Carolyn.

Or is m*rder just a household crisis these

days, like the maid or the silverware?

Paul, please, dear.

Yes, stop it, Paul. This is serious.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize that.

I'm sure you do, Alice.

What do you think?

I think you should have kept

this whole thing to yourself.

What?

Why tell anybody? What good does it do?

Even if you're telling the truth.

- Alice.

Well, maybe he is. How do we know?

Don't be a fool.

I just don't know what he

expects us to do about it.

I don't expect you to do anything about it.

You go around talking this way.

Who are you going to tell next?

I'd better tell somebody who'll believe me.

Oh, yes, by all means.

Go around telling everyone.

The postman, the gardener, the

What should I do? Forget about it?

Yes. For our sake.

Your sake?

Whatever you've done,

you've no right to drag us into it.

Don't you realize that we have

a reputation in this community?

What about my children?

And Harold's business?

Alice, I'm sorry.

I don't want to involve any of you.

But you would.

There would be a scandal.

What would it accomplish?

I m*rder*d Felicity.

I took her life.

And none of you believe me.

None of you wants to believe me.

Of course we believe you.

If you say you did it,

that's good enough for us.

Stop trying to humor me.

I'm perfectly sane.

Then think of the consequences.

We don't want a scandal.

It's funny. If Felicity were here,

she'd find all of this highly amusing.

Each of you have your own

reason for keeping me quiet, so

I'm afraid I'll have to forget about

you and do what I think is best.

What does that mean?

I don't know yet.

Where are you going, Paul?

I'm going to get dressed and go to town.

Any objections?

I'll give you a lift.

Harold, the watchdog.

No, no, no. I'm going that way.

All right.

I guess I might as well

get used to wearing a leash.

Say, Paul, uh, why

don't we stop by Dr.Ryder's?

What for?

Well, with everything that's happened,

I imagine you could do with a checkup.

Physical or mental?

Physical, of course.

I feel fine.

Say, uh, Harold, I need some cigarettes.

I wonder if you could stop

by that drugstore now, please.

Oh, hello, Mr. Sampson.

Sheriff.

Excuse my Sunday suit. I'm giving

my safety lecture to the stool kids.

And I'm, uh, I'm supposed to

be there in about ten minutes.

Well, this won't take long.

Well, have a seat.

Thank you, sir.

Now, what's on your mind?

Well, I, uh, I came by to

tell you that you were right.

Oh, about what?

About my wife's death.

It wasn't an accident. I k*lled her.

Would you repeat that?

I m*rder*d my wife.

You said something about my being right.

Well, you were suspicious of me,

weren't you? It was fairly obvious.

Suspicious of you? No.

Thought never entered my head.

There's no reason to be polite.

I'm not being polite.

I'm just telling you a fact.

I didn't at any time connect

you with your wife's death.

And I don't now.

Sheriff, will you listen to me?

I pushed my wife over the side.

I lost my head.

She was leaving me for another man.

Who?

Well, I, I don't know.

I see.

No, no, you don't see at all.

What's wrong with you?

A few days ago you thought there was

something suspicious about the accident.

Yes, I did.

Frankly, I thought you'd all been drinking

and nobody knew what had happened.

That or a possible suicide.

Dr. Ryder proved me wrong.

I'm sorry your wife's dead.

You have my sympathy.

But if you think I'm

going to make an official

report of this conversation,

you're mistaken.

Are you afraid of, Sheriff,

my family's influence?

That's got nothing to do with it.

Maybe there's another reason.

You'd look like a

fool if I confessed.

People might think you didn't

conduct a thorough investigation.

Mr. Sampson, I resent that.

I think you'd better go home.

Your family's probably

worried about you.

You don't believe a word I've said.

No, I don't. And even if I did, it

wouldn't make any difference.

The law cannot punish a man for a crime

unless there is proof that he committed it.

And a man cannot convict himself

unless there is reasonable proof.

But I've admitted it!

It doesn't make any difference.

You don't have any proof.

You said your wife was leaving you for

another man, but you can't produce him.

You said you pushed

her over the side, but

Judge Wilcox says that

you didn't go near her.

He was lying to protect me.

Judge Wilcox was

lying? Come on, Mr.

Sampson. You

keep talking like that,

they're going to lock you

up in another kind of place.

Ask him yourself.

Look, this is a waste of time and

I'm supposed to be giving a lecture.

Sheriff, would you sooner I

went to the district attorney?

Let's go by the judge's house.

Hello, Paul. Sheriff.

Judge, do you mind if we

come in for a minute? Not at all.

If you promise to overlook the

dust, my housekeeper's on vacation.

You're wearing your official look, Sheriff.

Force of habit, I'm afraid.

Judge, do you mind if I ask

you a question? - Certainly.

Dave, I want you to tell me

Mr. Sampson, please, I'll handle this.

Judge, when I was

investigating Mrs.

Sampson's death, you

volunteered a statement.

You said that all the time Mr. Sampson

was out of the cabin, you could see him.

That's right.

Well, I'd like to know

if that statement is true.

Tell him, Dave.

Of course it was true.

No, no, no. Tell him the truth.

Mr. Sampson, please, I

ask you to stay out of this.

If that's anything

but the truth, Judge,

you can do your friend

a great deal of harm.

Dave, don't try to protect me.

I'm not trying to protect you.

I happened to be watching you in

Felicity and you didn't go near her.

Well, that's good enough for me.

You mean you're going

to forget all about this?

Yes, sir, and I would

suggest that you do the same.

Thank you for your time, Judge.

Mr. Sampson, I have to be going.

Can I drop you someplace?

No.

Here, you look like you could use this.

Carolyn called you, didn't she?

Yes.

How much did she tell you?

Just about everything.

Paul, did you k*ll Felicity?

Yes.

Why?

She was leaving me for another man.

I know. I was the man.

What?

That surprises you, doesn't it?

I don't believe it.

My sister put you up to this.

This is some kind of a trick.

No, Paul.

But you hardly knew each other.

We met in town by

accident a few months ago.

I took her to lunch and then to dinner

when you were away on a business trip.

It got to be a habit.

You? I still don't believe it.

Why?

Because you think I'd be too old for her?

For the city didn't think so.

At first she wasn't going

to ask you for a divorce.

And after she'd been to see Dr.

Ryder, she decided that we were

entitled to the time that was left.

It was what she wanted.

With any consolation to

you, I loved her very much.

You think I care about that?

No, you never care about

anything except yourself.

How do you think I felt the

night that Felicity was drowned?

I loved her but I couldn't

show my feelings.

I was supposed to have lost

only a friend or the wife of a friend.

I wanted to jump in that lake after her.

But I didn't.

I stayed in the launch

and operated that light.

But she was down there

somewhere under the water.

The person I loved most in the world.

There's one thing you

haven't taken into account.

I love Felicity too.

I loved her for years and I was losing her.

So you destroyed what you couldn't have.

After the accident I felt sorry for you.

I felt sorry for both of us.

Then Caroline told me what you were saying.

I knew it was the truth.

Why didn't you tell the sheriff?

That would have been too easy.

You want to be caught.

It's the only way you

can relieve your guilt.

But no one believes you except me.

You're not on the bench now.

You've got no right to pass judgment.

You destroyed Felicity.

I'm going to see to it that

you destroy yourself too.

You'll do a far better job

than anyone else could.

You've got the rest of your life to

live with the memory of what you did.

There's nothing you can do about it.

Nothing.

If you say you k*lled Felicity,

people will think you're insane.

They'll never believe you.

Never.

Somebody will. I'll find somebody.

Go home, Paul.

Paul?

Would you come here a minute, dear?

We'd like to talk to you.

What is it?

We've heard from the

sheriff and Judge Wilcox.

You've heard from a fool and a liar.

Paul, dear, we just can't have you

walking around spreading these stories.

You need rest and help.

Mr. Sampson, this is Dr. Campbell.

He's a psychiatrist at

the Fairfield Institute.

Get him out of here.

Paul, Dr. Campbell would

like you to go with him.

The Institute is only a hundred miles away.

You can stay there until you feel better.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm perfectly sane.

I don't need a psychiatrist.

Do you want to stay now?

Get out of here, all of you.

Mr. Sampson, I'm afraid you have no choice.

I don't.

We'll see about that.

Your sister and I have

signed the committal papers.

Don't worry, dear.

It's just a formality.

And if you cooperate with us,

Mr. Sampson, things will be so much easier.

It's going to be all right, Paul.

You'll see.

And we'll visit you.

We'll all visit you.

I have a joyous footnote to the grim

scene which you have just observed.

Eventually our story had a happy ending.

Judge Wilcox later admitted

he had been fibbing, and

the world knew that Paul

had been guilty of m*rder.

So he was finally granted his wish.

To his great relief, he was taken out

of Fairfield and suitably disposed of.

I have the feeling that I have

done quite enough for one day.

However, I commend

you to the following

commercial and the

sampling of next week's play.