["Alfred Hitchcock" theme music]
- Good evening, ladies and
gentlemen and fellow surfers.
This evening's drama
is only incidentally
concerned with surfing.
Actually, it touches
on many popular sports.
Drinking, revenge, kidnapping,
homicide.
I first became attracted to
surfing
when I was told that it
was possibly the only sport
which involved no competition
and where the participants
did not throw or catch a ball
or run and jump.
It seemed to be a perfect way to
relax
from the strain of oversleeping.
I've become quite good at it,
really,
and I'm eager to see how
it works in the water.
You see, we're still looking for
a wave
large enough to support me.
Meanwhile here is a sponsor
who is supporting this
portion of the program.
[gentle music]
[suspenseful music]
[fire iron clanking]
[button clicks]
[upbeat music]
- [Announcer] KSMF time is now
and here's the weather forecast.
Low clouds and coastal fog
especially dense at the beaches
where visibility is
expected to remain at zero
throughout the night.
Tomorrow clearing early
with a warm sunny day
to follow.
[phone ringing]
Temperatures tonight
will reach a low of 60,
but they're expected to
rise to the middle 80s
by mid afternoon.
[button clicks]
- Hello?
Oh, Stan, where are you?
- Still in San Francisco.
I just checked into the Mark
Hopkins.
I'm sorry, honey, but it can't
be helped.
The deal's still hanging fire,
I can't walk away from it.
It's much too important.
I know you've never spent a
night there alone before, but.
What?
It's foggy?
Well, that sounds cozy.
[chuckles] Look, just lock
everything up
and take a sleeping pill and get
into bed.
- All right.
I'll probably have nightmares.
You will be home tomorrow?
All right, I'll expect you for
dinner.
I love you too.
I miss you.
Bye bye.
[suspenseful music]
[window clanking]
[lock clicks]
[door bell rings]
Who is it?
- Listen, could I talk to you,
please?
I had some trouble with the car.
I'm sorry I had to bother you
late.
- Well, what's the matter?
- I've run out of gas.
I can't figure it, I
thought there was plenty.
- Where's your car?
- It's right on the other
side of your garage.
You can't see it from in there
but if you just opened your
door--
- Well, there's a gas
station down the road
about 1/2 mile toward LA.
- That's good.
Can I use your phone, please?
See maybe I can get them
to send someone out.
- I'm sorry, I just can't let
you come in.
- Would you telephone for me?
I'll pay you for the call.
- Oh, that isn't necessary.
Well, it just wouldn't do you
any good,
there's only one attendant
there.
I'm afraid you're gonna have to
walk.
I'm sorry, I can't let you come
in.
- Wait, look.
I don't like to bother you,
lady,
but my girl, she's in the car.
- I can't let you come in, go
away.
- But please, I don't
want to leave her alone.
If you could just.
[dramatic music]
[switch clicks]
[woman screaming]
[car engine roaring]
[tires screeching]
[wind blowing]
[lock clicks]
[door bell ringing]
- Who is it?
- Geary, Mrs. Wilson, deputy
sheriff.
[switch clicks]
I know it's the middle of
the night, Mrs. Wilson,
but this is important.
Can't we come in?
- Just a moment.
- That's her, that's
the lady, she's the one.
- Do you recognize that man?
- Yes.
What's he done?
- We're just checking his story.
When did you see him last?
- Earlier tonight.
About nine o'clock.
- You're sure about the time?
- I think so.
My husband called me a
little bit before nine.
- Listen, I told you the truth.
- Easy.
Go on, what did this man say he
wanted?
- He said he wanted to use the
telephone,
that his car had ran out of gas.
- It all checks out.
Al down at the service
station sold him a can of gas
about a quarter after nine.
Sanchez here got to our
substation a little before 10.
- About a quarter of.
- Let me go now, please.
I must get to the hospital.
- Take it easy, son, we'll get
you there.
- What's happened?
- Sanchez's girl was missing
when he got back to the car.
You know something about this?
- I thought I heard a sound,
then I know I heard a car drive
away.
- Well, this sound, what
kind of a sound was it?
- I...
I guess it could have
been a woman screaming.
Please, you've got to
tell me what's happened.
- Well, we found the girl
less than an hour ago
about a mile up the beach from
here.
- Was she hurt?
- Yes.
- Badly?
- She was unconscious.
Skull fracture, a bad one.
- Oh no.
- She's dying, lady.
You hear me?
Here you closed your door
and left her out there!
You left her out there to die!
- [Officer] Take it easy.
- [Sanchez] You, you left
her out there to die!
- [Officer] Come on, let's go.
[door slams]
- Don't take it that way, Mrs.
Wilson.
Man's all shook up, he
doesn't know what he's saying.
Besides, you did the right
thing, take my word for it.
Do you expect your husband home
soon?
- No, not until tomorrow.
- Well, we'll look after you.
We'll be patrolling in the area
all night.
Besides, we're no farther away
than your telephone anyway.
Good night.
[suspenseful music]
[door slams]
[lock clicks]
- Operator.
Operator, please get me
the Mark Hopkins Hotel
in San Francisco.
Hurry, please hurry.
[phone ringing]
- Yeah?
Karen, what is it?
Yeah.
What?
Would you take it easy?
Yes, but are you all right?
Karen, would you calm down?
I'm sorry I'm not there with
you.
No, Karen, that's ridiculous.
All right, I'll start right
away.
All right, I said.
Well, if the planes are grounded
I'll get a car and drive down.
Just sit tight, I'm on my way.
[phone clanks]
[suspenseful music]
[Karen sobs]
[gentle music]
[door bell rings]
- Just a minute!
[curtains whir]
I'm coming!
Who is it?
- Simon Carter.
Did I get you out of bed?
- No, I've been up most of the
night.
The police were here.
A terrible thing happened last
night.
- They were at my place too.
- Well, come in.
I'll just go and change.
- Got any coffee?
- I'll make some as soon
as I put on some clothes.
- Where's Stan?
- I phoned him, he's on his
way home from San Francisco.
How can you look so terribly
normal
after a night like last night?
- [chuckles] A sham.
Beneath this phony facade
I'm filled with premonitions of
doom.
You go ahead and get changed,
I'll get the coffee going.
- [Karen] Don't make a mess in
there.
- Me, I'll match my kitchen
against any bachelors on the
coast.
[Karen chuckles]
- She could have been
safely inside the house.
Simon, I did a terrible thing.
- That's foolish, you
had no way of knowing
what would happen.
You only did what seemed
sensible at the time.
- It's very easy for you to feel
detached.
- I ought to be.
I've written these scenes so
many times,
I almost know them by heart.
Me, rusted out of bed.
A writer, and therefore
automatically
a suspicious character.
Outside, the keening of the
foghorns.
Inside, the dogger
dedicated police officers.
- Oh please, Simon, this
is not one of your scripts.
- I know, mine are much more
dramatic.
But at least I came up with an
alibi.
I volunteered to tell them
the plot of a television show
I watched last night between
nine and 10.
He said it wouldn't be necessary
just yet.
Which is perhaps just as well.
- [Karen] Why?
- Because it's a lousy alibi.
See, I wrote the thing.
- Then it's a perfect alibi.
No writer would be away
from his television set
at a time like that.
- Oh, this one would.
Watching what happens with one's
story
is a form of masochism I
don't usually practice.
- What form of masochism
do you usually practice?
- Don't you know?
Unrequited passion.
I fall for happily married
women.
- You know, sitting outside
in the sun like this,
it's hard to imagine how awful
it was just a few hours ago.
What are you grinning at?
- You, and the way you can't
back off.
- Simon, I'm really very upset.
- You're really feeling
guilty about what happened?
- With good reason.
- Listen to me, Karen.
Under the same circumstances,
any woman would have to
have been a completely idiot
to admit a stranger into her
home.
- Well, not being a completely
idiot I shut my door
and a stranger is now in the
hospital fighting for her life.
- Yes, but you're not
responsible.
You must believe that.
- [sighs] I'm trying to, Simon.
- Good.
- Hey, Karen!
- Oh no.
- Hi.
Want some coffee?
- [Surfer] Be right there!
- Why did you have to ask them
over?
- I'm sorry, they would have
come anyway.
You think you're the
only freeloader I know?
Well, I better get some more.
Why don't you stick around?
- No thanks, I can't stand
those healthy outdoor types.
Three outstanding cases
of arrested development.
- That's one thing you
and Stan have in common.
You both loathe my friends.
I'm glad you stopped by, Simon.
You gave me a lift and I needed
that.
- Simon Carter, court jester.
You finish the princess,
we finish the jokes.
So long, princess.
- Bye.
[water whooshing]
[car engine rumbling]
[tires screeching]
[car engine roaring]
[dramatic music]
[suspenseful music]
- You know, Karen, I bet
we were the last ones
to see that girl.
- What?
- Well, it's a fact, we
paddled up the beaches
before the fog came in.
They were there, both of them.
What's the fella?
- Sanchez.
- Sanchez, yeah, whatever
his name is, and the girl.
Had a blanket spread out in the
beach.
They were having a fight then.
- I guess he was pitching her a
line
and she just wasn't much
in the mood for catching.
- Did you tell all this to the
police?
- Sure, but they just don't dig.
Last I heard, Sanchez was on the
loose.
And he's guilty, I'd make book
on that.
- Can we get off this now?
I get upset whenever I think
about it.
- Karen, I just wanna know
what--
- Hey.
I think Karen's right.
Let's get off this subject.
Come on, let's catch some waves.
- Good thinking.
- [Karen] No thanks, not today.
- I know it's rough out there,
but if you want kicks, today's
the day.
- Well, it's not that.
Stan's due home and I think
I better stick around.
- And what do you have to
do, greet him at the door
with an armload of flowers?
Come on, we're gonna be right
out there.
- Karen.
It'll do you good.
Come on.
[gentle music]
[door slams]
[door slams]
- Karen?
Karen?
Karen!
[waves whooshing]
[water splashing]
- Help!
Help!
[suspenseful music]
[waves whooshing]
- What do you expect me to say?
I get up in the middle of the
night,
turn my back on a deal that
would put us on easy street,
drive 400 miles, and what do I
find?
- Please stop shouting.
- My helpless bride playing
games
with her friends The Beach Boys.
- If you'd just listen
and try to understand.
I admit I was terrified last
night.
- Terrified, you were
hysterical.
- All right, that too, but I
needed you
and I didn't stop to
think of anything else.
Today when I calmed down I
called you
to tell you not to come
but you'd already left.
- Well, I didn't know that.
- How could you?
You haven't given me a
chance to say anything
since you got here.
- Fix yourself a cup of tea
before you catch pneumonia.
- [Karen] I enjoy surfing.
I was just trying to take my
mind off what had happened.
I'll probably feel guilty
about it the rest of my life.
Was I wrong?
- That's not the point.
[phone ringing]
Hello?
Yeah.
Stall them, I'll be there.
It was Roy calling from San
Francisco.
The deal's still alive.
Get dressed, Karen, you're
going back up with me.
- How long will we be gone?
- Oh, I don't know.
We could catch the 12 noon
plane.
I should have things wrapped up
by five.
As a matter of fact, we can
have dinner back here tonight
if you'd prefer.
- Well, in that case it's sort
of silly
for me to fly up there with you,
isn't it?
- Now look, Karen, haven't you
given enough of the bad time
for one day?
Let's go.
- I'm sorry, darling.
All right, I admit I was
hysterical last night.
But it's broad daylight
now and I'm all right.
You will be home early, won't
you?
- I should be, but I don't
wanna take any chances.
Suppose I get fogged in again.
- One thing I won't do
is stay here alone again.
Not for a million dollars.
- Okay, then what are we arguing
about?
Let's go.
- Why don't you call
me if you get hung up?
I'll call the Bailey's and get a
cab
and go over to their place.
- That's a good idea.
You do that, and I'll pick
you up as soon as I get back.
- See, I am a big girl now.
What are you looking for?
- Where is my checkbook?
- In the den.
Anybody comes messing around
here,
I'll just pull out old
Betsy and blast them.
- Look, k*ller, don't you think
you'd better load this thing
first?
- With b*ll*ts?
I'd be petrified.
[Stan chuckles]
- Come here, I'll show you
something.
[g*n clicking]
The safety catch is on.
- All right, now would
you put it away, please?
[drawer slams]
- Thank you.
Now you take care of yourself
and I'll see you tonight, okay?
- I'm sorry to be such a
nuisance.
But I do love you.
I'll try to improve, you'll see.
- I love you too, just the way
you are.
- All right, go on, you're
gonna miss your plane.
- Bye, honey.
- Bye.
[gentle music]
[phone whirring]
Is Deputy Sheriff Geary there,
please?
Oh, I see.
Well, I wanted to find out
about a girl he found
on the beach last night.
This is Mrs. Stanley Wilson.
Then there is no change?
I wonder if you could tell
me what hospital she's in
and what her name is?
Garcia, yes.
Thank you very much.
[gentle music]
Excuse me.
I wonder if you could help me.
- Yes?
- I'm trying to find
out about a young lady
who was brought here last night.
I believe the name is
Garcia, Marta Garcia.
- Did you inquire at the desk
downstairs?
- Yes, I did.
But they gave me the usual
routine.
Condition unchanged,
patient doing as well as can be
expected.
I want to know.
- Well, Miss?
- Mrs. Wilson.
- I'm Dr. Foster.
Essentially, Mrs. Wilson,
that's about all I can tell you.
Her condition is unchanged,
she is doing as well as can be
expected,
and no visitors are permitted.
Are you a friend of the patient?
- No.
But I am concerned about her.
Are you the physician
on the case, Dr. Foster?
- I'm one of the doctors.
- Well, I just wanna be
sure everything possible
is being done for her.
If it's a question of money--
- No, Mrs. Wilson.
It's not a question of money.
Now if you'll excuse me.
- Thank you.
- Money is very good
when you must buy something,
Mrs. Wilson.
What is it you must buy?
- Please, I just wanna
do what I can to help.
- It's too late!
You are just too late.
Last night, it would
have cost you nothing.
Today, all the money in
the world is not enough.
- If you could just understand
what I've been through.
- What?
You can't buy what you
want with words either.
Please, tell me something.
Last night, if a stray dog had
come scratching at your door,
even just a dirty mongrel of a
dog,
cold and whining to be let in,
what would you have done?
- That's not fair.
- You would have let the dog in.
Sure.
This because you're
such a nice, kind lady.
Well, thank you, nice, kind
lady.
It was good of you to come to
the hospital
to visit someone who's not as
important
as a stray mongrel dog.
[door whirring]
Don't worry about pain, Mrs.
Wilson.
I make you this promise.
You will get your chance to pay.
And I will be there to collect.
[dramatic music]
[object scratching]
- This is turning out to be
more strenuous than I imagined.
But enough of me, let us hear
from your local announcer
and all his friends.
Good evening and welcome back
to "The Alfred Hitchcock Hour,"
or rather, what is left of it.
I now turn you over to our
sponsor
who will introduce the
second half of our story.
[suspenseful music]
[gentle music]
- Thank you.
[waves whooshing]
[blinders whirring]
- Sorry, Sanchez.
She never regained
consciousness.
[melancholic music]
- Do you understand?
She's dead.
- She's dead?
Marta muerta.
Marta.
[dramatic music]
[suspenseful music]
[phone ringing]
- Oh Stan, I thought you'd be
home by now.
- Well, honey, it's even worse
tonight
than it was last night.
All the airports are shut down
between here and the Mexican
border.
I don't even know when
we'll be able to take off.
So you get on over to the
Bailey's now, do you hear me?
- Yes, I will.
Of course I understand.
Well, I'm glad everything
went well for you.
No, I'm fine, I just miss you,
that's all.
All right, darling.
You know where to find me.
Bye.
[phone whirring]
[phone clanking]
Operator, I'm trying to get
Would you try it for me, please?
Are you sure?
Thank you.
[phone whirring]
[door thudding]
[door slams]
[suspenseful music]
Stop!
- Karen, for crying out loud!
- Simon.
- Put that thing down before it
goes off.
- I was just trying to
reach you on the telephone.
How did you get in here?
- Through the kitchen, I saw the
light
and figured that's where you
were.
- But the door was locked.
- A guy can get k*lled around
here
just for stealing an apple.
Man, could I ever do with a
drink.
You scared the pants off me.
- I scared you, how do you think
I felt?
That door was locked, they all
are!
- Locked all right, I
locked it, but it was open.
Oh come on now, do me a favor
and put that thing down.
That's better.
Can I fix you one?
- No, thanks.
- Stan won't be home for
quite a while, will he?
- I expect him any moment.
- Oh, come off it, Karen.
I saw him on his way to
the airport this morning
and all the planes are grounded,
[mumbles] on the radio.
So be hospitable.
This is not the sort of night
for either of us to be alone.
- It doesn't bother me.
- No, of course not.
You run about the house
brandishing a g*n
every night, don't you?
- All right, so I am jumpy.
I just can't stop thinking
about what happened last night.
- Then I think the healthiest
thing to do is talk about it.
You sure you don't want a drink?
- Just enjoy and I'll get it.
- [Simon] There's a morbid
fascination
in crimes of violence.
[mumbles] even the most
civilized.
The sort of thing that happened
down there at the beach.
[suspenseful music]
Let's consider some of the basic
drives
that led up to the events of
last night.
- You don't know what they were.
- Oh yes, I do.
And there are very few men in
this world
who don't also know.
If they're honest.
[house creaking]
- What was that?
- What?
- That noise.
- Nothing.
[chuckles] Good grief, but
you're nervous tonight.
Now, where was I?
Oh yes, being honest.
Do you find this interesting?
- I'd much rather we talked
about something else.
- All right, but bear with
me a little longer, Karen.
I think it's important.
- Do I have a choice?
- Choice?
Now there's a key word.
How many things do we do
not because we want to
but because we have no choice?
Because home, father, mother,
husband, church, or police
say this is what we must do.
- Can't we simply want to do
them?
- If you mean be conditioned
into wanting to, yes.
- The effect is the same.
- Usually.
Of course, it works both ways.
For example, we're
conditioned against k*lling
right up until the time there's
a w*r.
Then the machinery shifts gears
and the same forces condition us
to k*ll.
Why is this accomplished
with such comparative ease?
Should I tell you?
- Can I stop you?
- Hardly.
Because deep down,
buried inside all of us,
there's a m*rder*r.
Or something even more evil.
Can you understand that, Karen?
- Sure.
Like deep down inside
every writer I've met
there's a bit of a bore,
and sometimes not very deep
down.
- You're not bored, Karen.
Whatever it is you feel
right now, it's not boredom.
That man out there in the fog
last night
was overcoming a frustration,
violently.
We're all frustrated every
day and in many ways,
and that's why we unconsciously
identify with him.
- In that case, Jack the
Ripper should have been
prime minister at least.
- Well, he was merely ahead of
his time,
if we examine more recent
history.
You see, it's a matter of goals.
The greater the goal,
the greater the drive.
The greater the man.
My goal is modest.
And attainable, do you know what
it is?
- Getting stoned, you're almost
there.
- That's only part of it,
it's a means toward an end.
Actually, I'm trying to work
up the nerve for something.
- Go home, Simon, we'll talk
tomorrow.
- I'm tired of talking.
- No!
- I'm tired of you running from
me.
- Simon, don't, let me go!
[dramatic music]
[suspenseful music]
Come on, Rick, I just
wanna get away from him.
- No, now calm down.
- Hey, you know, maybe she's
right, Rick.
Maybe we just pile in the
car and go to the sheriff's.
- I think it'll be faster
if we phone from the house.
- No, Simon, he'll still be in
there.
- Look, we're three against one.
If he tries anything,
we'll beat his ears off.
- I'd like that, Rick.
- Stay close to Ed.
- Yeah.
It's all right.
- Spread out, we'll check down
here first.
- You'll k*ll him if you use
that.
- Quiet, Ed, stay with Karen.
Anything?
- No.
- Let's try upstairs.
- Promise you won't hurt
him, Rick, you hear me?
- I hear you, Karen.
Don't worry, okay?
[suspenseful music]
[door rattling]
[door rattling]
[fire iron knocks]
That's it.
- Sounded like you had
some action up there.
- Nothing.
Did you leave this open?
- No.
I'm sure it was locked.
- This is how he got away, then.
He's long gone by now.
[door rattling]
I'm gonna phone the law.
- The number's right here, Rick.
- Oh thanks, Karen.
How do you feel?
- Much better now that you're
here.
- Good.
[phone whirring]
Hello, this is Rick Garrison
speaking.
I'm calling from Wilson's
place at Red Rock Point.
Could you send some men
out here right away?
And have them check Simon
Carter's place while you're at
it.
Yeah, well, Carter was here
tonight
and he gave Mrs. Wilson a pretty
bad time.
Yeah.
Maybe he's the fella you
want for last night's job.
She's okay, she's standing right
here.
Fine.
We'll all be waiting.
Okay, thank you.
Okay, the only thing to do
now is sit tight and wait.
Come on, little sister.
We're gonna stay with you
and let nothing happen to you,
okay?
- You know, I think somebody
should have written a book
or something called "What to
Do Until the Cops Get Here."
- Very funny.
- Thank you, thank you.
Hey, Karen, were you
really glad to see us?
- I've never been happier
to see anyone in my life.
- Well, you were kinda lucky
'cause we were just driving by
and this joker on the radio
mentioned
about all the fog and the
planes being grounded,
and Rick says, "Let's go visit
old Karen, keep her company."
So here we are, and that's
Rick, filled with ideas.
- The best.
Thank you, Rick.
- Oh, you don't have to thank
me, Karen.
- No, service with a
smile, that's our slogan.
Tommy Boy, you're not smiling.
You sure you're happy
with this organization?
- Hm, what?
- Now look, we run a happy ship
here.
No room for oddballs, young man.
If you can't keep your
shoulder to the wheel
and your nose to the grindstone,
you know, while pulling a happy
thought,
you're on the wrong team.
- Here here, Easy.
- Thank you, RG.
Shape up or ship out,
that's what we used to
say in Uncle Sam's Navy.
Why, when I was a young fella
back in Flophouse, Idaho.
- Ed, what'd happen if you'd
just shut up?
- Oh Tom, Ed's just trying
to help us pass the time.
- Cool it, Tommy.
I don't wanna have to tell you
again.
Now sit down.
Right there.
- I wonder what's keeping them?
- Who's that?
- The police, they should
have been here by now.
- [Tom] They're probably
looking for Simon Carter.
- Could be they found him too.
- Oh, poor Simon.
- You feel sorry for him?
- Well, he's sick, that's
the only explanation.
- Honey, it's a sick world,
and if you're gonna cry about
it,
you'll find yourself
drowning in sad salt tears.
- He's right, you know?
You've have gotta laugh
it off and get your kicks,
it's the only way to make it.
- Take surfing, now that's a
kick.
There are times when that is the
kick.
Man, that's the greatest.
- Now you're talking sense.
- Living in, my friend.
- You could have been pretty
good
if you'd stayed with us, Karen.
- [Karen] What do you mean,
pretty good?
I was darn good and I
expect to get better.
- Oh sure.
This isn't so bad,
being inside, cozy like.
Listening to those crazy
foghorns.
- What are you doing?
- The light bothers me.
It hurts my big blue eyes.
[suspenseful music]
- [chuckles] Where were we?
Oh yeah, kicks.
You know what's a real
special kick, Karen?
- What?
- Foggy nights.
The things you can do on a foggy
night.
- Rick, old boy, you are
finally getting through to me.
- Tom, the fun-loving surfer.
[chuckles]
That was a gas last night,
wasn't it?
- Yes, starting with the gas
in the afternoon, remember?
- He's talk about the gas we
siphoned out
of Sanchez's old truck.
- What did you say?
- I said we drained just about
all the gas out of his tank
while he was still down on
the beach with his girl.
- But why?
- For kicks, baby.
Just for kicks.
We didn't figure he'd get very
far
and he didn't either, did he?
- He didn't get much farther
than your house, did he?
- [Ed] That's right.
- Oh, he didn't exactly figure
on that.
And when we saw him talking to
you,
we thought we'd had it.
- Yes, as a matter of fact I
said,
"Well, we'd better just forget
it and cut out," didn't I?
- That's right, but old
Rick said, "No, let's wait."
And you know we're used to
waiting,
it's kinda like waiting for the
big wave.
- Like waiting for the biggest
kick.
And I was right, a minute later
you slammed the door on him,
he went back to the car and
said something to the girl.
Went on up the road.
And then she was all alone.
And we were through with the
waiting.
- Oh no.
I don't believe it.
- Well, we have lots
of time tonight, Karen.
Before we're through,
you'll believe it.
[Ed chuckles]
- The police will be here any
minute.
[Rick laughs]
- I forgot to tell you, we
ripped the phone line off
before we ever came in the
house.
[Ed laughs]
- And the police, they are
where they always are, nowhere.
- Oh, oh, Rick, you gotta tell
her.
You gotta tell her the wild
part.
- Oh yeah.
- [Ed] About what happened to
that girl.
- Oh yeah, she died without ever
talking.
We heard it on the
radio about an hour ago.
That was lucky.
But tonight...
Tonight, we don't have to push
our luck.
- No, you see, we figured
to set fire to the house
when we leave.
And we figured that the
cops are gonna pick up
old Sanchez for it,
that's if they just don't sh**t
him.
- [Ed] Or maybe they'll even
go after old Simon Carter.
- [Rick] Ah-ha.
- Let me, help, help!
[Karen whimpers]
- Now it's your turn, Karen.
[g*n booms]
[dramatic music]
- [Tom] Please don't, please
don't sh**t.
- I like that.
That's what I wanna hear.
I wanna hear you down on your
knees
and begging for your life.
- Anything, but please,
please, don't sh**t.
- That's it, that's what I wanna
hear.
[dramatic music]
[g*n fires]
Get out of the way.
- Go ahead.
Why don't you get it over with?
[Rick chuckles]
- No.
I'll let you wait for your big
wave, huh?
I think I will give you to the
police.
Get up.
Get up!
Get up!
- I was just coming back to
apologize.
- Planes are flying again.
[Karen sobs]
[plane engine roaring]
- This is my final appearance
tonight.
However, we have some
scenes of next week's story
which I'm anxious for you to
see.
As for surfing, I've just
discovered
why one sees so many of these
about.
At the beach, on the highway,
on top of automobiles, et
cetera.
It's because they're so
practical.
[surfboard clanking]
Good night.
[upbeat suspenseful music]
[upbeat suspenseful music]
[dramatic music]
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