The Unsuspected
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- 1947
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Mr. Grandison's residence.
Oh, hello there.
Is my wandering husband
home, by any chance?
No. I haven't seen
Oliver since lunch.
I'm all alone here-
Thursday, you know.
Who?
No...
Oh, no...
No. Please! Aaah!
Hello, Roslyn?
Hello, Roslyn!
Hello?
This is the operator.
Your party's hung up.
Shall I try them again?
Did you get the house? What?
Oh. Oh, no.
No, there wasn't any answer.
Let's get out of here. All right.
Waiter?
What time is it?
About 9:
30.I mean, exactly.
Exactly 9:
37.Waiter, if my husband does come,
Tell him we've gone
on to the Pelican Club.
Yes, ma'am.
Come along, lover.
"Tragedy strikes again. " What?
"Last week, Victor Grandison's"
attractive young
secretary, Roslyn Wright,
committed suicide at the Grandison
Estate in Croton, New York.
"The genial commentator, long
noted for his interest in mysteries,"
confesses that the tragedy
has him completely baffled.
"Mr. Grandison was doing
in the New York studio
at the time of her death."
Was our show that bad?
Poor Roslyn. I liked her.
I wonder why she did it.
I shall die at
The ripe old age of 90.
With my grandchildren
at my bedside...
If I can find
a grandfather for them.
Stand by.
On the nose.
This is the United
Motor Company...
Starring your genial host,
The renowned writer,
art collector,
and teller of strange tales...
Victor Grandison.
Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.
Grandison speaking.
Tonight, I bring you
from the files.
Of the nation's unsolved crimes
the story of
one of the most brutal
and yet the most cunningly
conceived murders ever committed,
a murder of rare delicacy
and wondrous ease
that was called... suicide.
Yes, suicide,
Yet the murderer
walks among us... free.
But is he really free?
Can he escape from
the evil that he has done?
No. By day, it follows
him like his shadow.
At night,
the cold hands of death
awaken him from
a thousand nightmares.
And so,
day and night, he is driven on,
with the dead forever
haunting him, pursuing him.
Or perhaps
he isn't running away,
but is in hiding
in some dark hole,
listening with terror to the
voice of his own conscience-
over and over
that the hunter
has become the hunted,
that there's no escape
for one who has
committed... murder.
They say that drowning men
relive their lives in seconds.
The guilty, too, relive their
crimes a thousand times a day...
At every unexpected sound, at
every glance that turns their way,
and at a thousand fears
that have no form.
The guilty must go on and on,
Hiding his evil behind a mask-
The calm and often smiling mask
of the unsuspected.
Yes, the unsuspected is
anywhere, everywhere...
So be on your guard.
He might be the man
who calls you "Friend,"
who visits frequently
at your home.
He might even be someone
who comes often to my own home.
on being an amateur detective,
Even I might easily be fooled.
And yet, his day of
reckoning must come.
He is tormented by fear...
That someday he will
make one false move, one slip,
That will betray him.
And when he does,
the lightning
Of justice will strike...
the unsuspected.
Victor's the only man I know.
That can turn my blood
to ice water.
Let's have another drink.
We could all be Murderers!
Check the glasses, Kent,
and open up some more wine.
Some more wine.
Hello, Mary. Oh, professor!
Dr. Edelman, I'm so glad you could come.
It's thrilling having
a psychiatrist here.
It's very difficult
to think of you
professionally, Mrs. Keane.
Just don't open up
all our secret doors.
What's hidden behind
yours, Althea? Ghosts?
No, Mr. Donovan. There's
nothing a ghost could do for me.
Let me know when Mr. Grandison
gets here, will you, please?
Yes, miss. Uh, don't drink too much.
Oh, excuse me.
Louder and gayer, Lover!
I like your style
Say, I think it's marvelous
Good evening, sir.
Good evening.
Excuse me, madam.
There's a gentleman...
Oh, thank you.
Pardon me, lover.
It's the most thrilling party!
Having fun? Oh, yes!
Good evening. I'm-
Yes, I know.
You're Victor Grandison's
niece, Mrs. Oliver Keane.
Althea.
My name is Howard-
Steven Howard.
I have some bags in the cab.
Bags, sir? But, uh - yes, sir.
You brought luggage?
Do you plan to stay?
Obviously.
I'm here to see Mr. Grandison.
What do you want to see
Mr. Grandison about?
Quite a large party, isn't it?
Would you care to meet anyone?
No.
Not very appetizing.
It's Victor's birthday.
Once a year, his friends
crawl out of the woodwork.
This year,
it's a surprise party.
Will he be surprised
to see you?
I like matches. You
never have to refill them.
And when you're
through with them,
Like people.
Why hasn't Victor
asked you here before?
Probably because
we've never met.
He's not expecting you?
You're a very curious woman,
aren't you, Mrs. Keane?
You are going to tell me.
Maybe. What will you trade?
A drink?
Brandy.
Thank you.
You glued to this spot?
Very amusing.
You're drinking
too much, as usual.
How much, my love, is too much?
Regard my excellent balance.
Look, no hands!
My mind lose its razor edge?
Do I slur my words?
Do I forget anything?
Not a single, solitary thing
of all the things
I'd give so much to forget.
No, I'm still conscious.
Therefore, my sweet,
far from having had too much,
I've not had enough yet.
The least you could
do is stay sober.
While we have guests
in the house.
I'd then be free to dwell
Which you, my love,
hold in such light esteem.
Oliver, you talk too much.
I'll be quiet.
I'll just sit and bask
in cowardly splendor.
"Thus, conscience doth
make cowards of us all."
Here.
Thank you.
You seem interested.
Fascinated.
You know, it's very much like Mateo
in his middle period.
Who painted it?
My husband,
in his sober period...
Before he married me.
It's lovely.
It's so alive.
She's dead.
Matilda Frazier, Victor's ward.
She was on the freighter that
was burned at sea last month.
And Victor's secretary
committed suicide last week.
There's no connection.
I didn't say there was.
She was beautiful.
She drank too much milk and
her seams were always straight.
You didn't like her.
Frankly, she bored me.
She was sweet, shy,
unforgettable.
I can understand why
you didn't like her.
You knew Matilda?
I was married to her.
Don't drop that.
Now you know what
I'm doing here...
And I've earned this.
Oh... That's impossible.
Is it?
She was in love with-
With your husband Oliver.
She told me-that
and other things...
That you married him
just a few days
before she was supposed to.
I know quite a lot
about you, Althea...
Quite a lot.
Man:
Quiet, everybody.Here he comes now.
Surprise!
Who thought up this torture?
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