(light orchestral music) (projector clicking) (dramatic orchestral music) (car engine humming) (dramatic orchestral music) >> Well, here we are.

I turn down here at the next block.

>> Thanks, mister.

I'll get off there.

(cheerful orchestral music) >> Want anything else?

>> No.

>> Hey, you.

>> Me?

>> Yeah, you.

Where you heading?

>> East.

>> Too bad.

I thought if you was heading north, I might be able to help you out.

Pushing to Salt Lake, and I don't like to ride alone at night.

I'm one of those guys that got to talk or I fall asleep.

>> Oh.

>> So I got to get my, my partner, he's got Lou to keep him company.

But I ain't got nobody at all.

Where you coming from?

>> West.

>> Yeah, sure, I know, but where?

LA?

>> Maybe.

>> Got a cousin out in LA.

>> You don't say, eh?

>> Yeah, he's been out... You're not much of a talker, are you?

>> My mother taught me never to speak to strangers.

>> Oh, a wise guy, uh?

>> So what?

>> Okay, okay, don't get sore.

Just trying to be sociable, that's all.

Hey, Glamorous.

(coin clatters) Give me change for a dime, will you?

(register ringing) >> Let's have something quieter this time, Joe.

My head's splitting.

>> Is that what's wrong with it?

>> Done with your coffee?

>> No.

And don't rush me, will you?

(cheerful orchestral music) Hey, turn that off!

Will you turn that thing off?

>> What's eating you now?

>> Yeah, what's eating you?

>> That music.

It stinks!

>> Oh, you don't like it, huh?

>> No, turn it off!

>> Now wait a minute, pal.

That was my nickel, see?

This is a free country, and I play whatever I want to.

>> Okay.

>> Clerk: Sure.

And if you don't like, you don't have to listen to it!

And you can leave here anytime you wanna!

>> Okay, okay, I'm sorry I asked.

>> First good piece played tonight, and you don't like it.

Some people just ain't got any good taste.

(cheerful orchestral music) >> Al: That tune.

That tune!

Why was there always that rotten tune?

Following me around, beating in my head, never letting up.

(cheerful orchestral music) Did you ever wanna forget anything?

Did you ever wanna cut away a piece of your memory or blot it out?

You can't, you know?

No matter how hard you try.

You can change the scenery, but sooner or later you'll get a whiff of perfume, or somebody will say a certain phrase or maybe hum something.

Then you're licked again!

"I Can't Believe That You're in Love with Me."

I used to love that song once.

So did the customers back in the old Break O' Dawn Club in New York.

I can't remember a night when I didn't get at least three requests for it.

Sue, she was always selling it too.

Those were the days.

(cheerful orchestral music) (cheerful jazz music) ♪ Your eyes of blue ♪ ♪ Your kisses too ♪ ♪ I never knew what they could do ♪ ♪ I can't believe that you're in love with me ♪ ♪ You're telling everyone you know ♪ ♪ That I'm on your mind each place you go ♪ ♪ They can't believe that you're in love with me ♪ ♪ I have always placed you far above me ♪ ♪ I just can't imagine that you love me ♪ ♪ And after all is said and done ♪ ♪ To think that I'm the lucky one ♪ ♪ I can't believe that you're in love with me ♪ (audience applauding) It wasn't much of a club, really.

You know the kind.

A joint where you could have a sandwich and a few drinks, and run interference for your girl on the dance floor.

(gentle piano music) I fronted the piano in there every night from eight until the place closed up, which usually meant four in the morning.

A good job as jobs went in those days.

(classical piano music) Then, too, there was Sue, who made working there a little like working in heaven.

But how we felt about each other, well, there was nothing very unusual in that.

I was an ordinary healthy guy, and she was an ordinary healthy girl, and when you add those two together, you get an ordinary healthy romance, which is the old story.

Sure.

But somehow the most wonderful thing in the world.

(classical piano music) All in all, I was a pretty lucky guy.

>> Mr. Patterewsky, I presume?

It's beautiful.

You're going to make Carnegie Hall yet, Al.

>> Yeah.

As a janitor.

I'll make my debut in the basement.

>> I don't blame you for being bitter, darling, but you mustn't give up hope.

>> Why, some day- >> Yeah, some day, if I don't get arthritis first.

In the meantime, let's blow this trap.

(piano lid thuds) (dramatic music) (door slams) Like to get something to eat, hon?

>> Oh, I don't think so, Al.

I lose my appetite working in this fleabag.

Let's go home.

>> Okay.

>> I can't stand much more of that dump.

Did you see that drunk tonight trying to paw me?

>> No, what drunk?

>> Does it matter what drunk?

>> Say, what's the matter with you tonight, darling?

That's the third time you started to tell me something and then stopped.

We shouldn't have any secrets from each other, Sue.

Next week we're gonna make with a ring and a license, you and me, we'll be a team.

>> Yes, that's right.

In the bush league.

>> I don't get you.

>> We've been struck out.

>> Al: That's a funny way to talk, darling.

Don't you wanna marry me?

>> Sue: Al, look, I love you.

You know I do.

And I want to marry you.

>> Al: But?

>> But not now.

Only after we've made good.

Sunday I'm going away.

Oh, I know you'll think it's silly.

That's why I hesitated to tell you.

But I'm going to California.

I wanna try my luck in Hollywood.

>> That's the most stupid thing I ever heard of.

Don't you know millions of people go out there every year and wind up polishing cuspidors?

I thought you had better sense.

>> You sound as if you think I don't have any talent.

>> That has nothing to do with it.

>> I'll make out all right.

>> Maybe.

But what about me?

Doesn't it mean anything to you that you're busting up all our plans?

We may not see each other for years?

>> It won't be that long.

>> I thought you loved me.

>> I do.

You know I do.

Well, here we are.

Al.

Al, why can't you see my side of it?

I'm young.

We both are.

And we've got all the time in the world to settle down.

(sighs) Really, darling.

What I'm doing is the only sane thing to do.

I, I hate the thought of being so far away from you, but, but we'll be together again some day.

Oh, maybe you'll decide to come out too, later on.

>> So long.

>> Al.

Aren't you gonna kiss me good night?

>> Sure, why not?

Good night.

(dramatic music) (lively piano music) (audience applauding) >> Say, Roberts.

You hit the jackpot this time.

10 bucks.

>> Thanks.

(people murmuring) (light orchestral music) So when this drunk handed me a 10-spot after a request, I couldn't get very excited.

What was it, I asked myself?

A piece of paper crawling with germs.

Couldn't buy anything I wanted.

It couldn't... Then I thought of something.

(gentle instrumental music) (coin clattering) Long distance.

I'd like to put a call through to Los Angeles.

Miss Harvey.

Sue Harvey.

H-A-R-V-E-Y.

The number is Crestview 65723.

(lively instrumental music) (coins clattering) 50.

75.

75.

Hello, Sue?

This is Al.

Oh, baby, it's great to hear from you too.

What's that?

You do?

Oh, me too, darling.

I thought I'd go batty without you.

I just had to, huh?

You're working as a hash slinger?

Gee, honey, that's tough.

Those guys out in Hollywood don't know the real thing when it's right in front of them.

You just stick it out, Sue, baby.

Keep going around to those casting offices.

I'm sure you'll click.

Look, I'll tell you what, you stay put out there.

I'll come to you.

No, don't try to stop me.

Just expect me.

Train?

Who knows?

Train, plane, bus, magic carpet.

I'll be there if I have to crawl.

If I have to travel by pogo stick.

And then let's get married right away, huh?

That's the stuff.

That's what I've been wanting to hear you say.

Well, goodbye for now.

I'll be seeing you soon.

Yeah.

Bye.

(lively orchestral music) The only way I could cross country was to thumb rides, for even after hocking everything, I only had enough money to eat.

Money.

You know what that is.

It's the stuff you never have enough of.

Little green things with George Washington's picture that men slave for, commit crimes for, die for.

It's the stuff that has caused more trouble in the world than anything else we ever invented, simply because there's too little of it.

At least I had too little of it.

So it was me for the thumb.

(lively orchestral music) Ever done any hitchhiking?

It's not much fun, believe me.

Oh, yeah, I know all about how it's an education, and how you get to meet a lot of people, and all that.

But me, from now on I'll take my education in college, or in PS62 where I'll send $1.98 in stamps for 10 easy lessons.

(lively orchestral music) Thumbing rides may save you bus fare, but it's dangerous.

You never know what's in store for you when you hear the squeal of brakes.

If only I had known what I was getting into that day in Arizona.

>> Here, throw that in the back seat.

Okay, let's go.

Make sure that door's closed.

(car engine humming) (lively orchestral music) >> Al: You know, Emily Post ought to write a book of rules for guys thumbing rides.

Because as it is now you never know what's right and what's wrong.

We rode along for a little while, neither one of us saying anything.

I was glad of that.

I never know what to say to strange people driving cars.

And too, you can never tell if a guy wants to talk.

A lot of rides have been cut short because of a big mouth.

So I kept my mouth shut until he started opening up.

>> Hand me that little box in the compartment, will you, pal?

Hold the wheel, will you?

How far are you going?

>> LA.

>> Well, you're really traveling, aren't you?

>> Yeah, but I don't expect to make it for a couple years at the rate I've been promoting rides.

>> Not much luck, huh?

>> Sure.

All bad.

Not many people stop for a guy these days.

Afraid of a stickup maybe.

>> Ah, you can't blame them.

Where you coming from?

>> New York.

>> Well, New York.

You're in luck this time.

I'm going all the way.

Right through to Los Angeles.

You drive a car?

>> Sure.

Whenever you're tired, let me know.

>> I'll holler.

>> Al: I guess at least an hour passed before I noticed those deep scratches in his right hand.

They were wicked.

Three puffy red lines about a quarter of an inch apart.

He must have seen me looking at them because he said- >> Beauties, aren't they?

They're gonna be scars someday.

What an animal.

>> Whatever it was, it must have been pretty big and vicious to have done that.

>> Right on both counts, New York.

I was tussling with the most dangerous animal in the world: a woman.

>> She must have been Tarzan's mate.

Looks like you lost the bout.

>> Certainly wasn't a draw.

You know, there ought to be a law against dames with claws.

>> Yeah.

>> I tossed her out of the car on her ear.

Was I wrong?

Give a lift to a tomato, you expect her to be nice, don't you?

>> Yeah.

>> After all, what kind of dames thumb rides?

Sunday school teachers?

>> Yeah.

>> The little witch.

She must've thought she was riding with some fall guy.

And me who's been booking horses around racetracks since I was 20.

I've known a million dames like her.

Two million.

>> Al: Yeah.

>> Stopped the car, opened the door, "Take it on the Arthur Duffy, sister," I told her.

>> Al: That's the stuff.

>> As I was down on her.

(laughs) But if you wanna see a real scar, brother, get a load of this.

>> Wow.

>> I got that one dueling.

>> Dueling?

>> Yeah, we were just kidding, of course.

My dad owned a couple of Franco-Prussian sabers.

Kept them on the wall for decorations.

One day, another kid and I took them down when the old man wasn't around.

Had a duel.

He hit me in the arm, here.

Pretty mean cut.

Infection set in later.

>> Yeah, I can see that.

>> Oh, give me that box again, will you?

>> Yeah.

>> Pain made me lose my head, I guess.

I began slashing.

Before I knew it, I put the other kid's eye out.

>> Al: That was tough.

>> Well, it was just an accident, of course.

But you know how kids are.

I got scared decided I was gonna run away from home.

Old man almost clocked me when I was packing my duds.

If the bloody rag I had wrapped around my wrist hadn't caught his attention, he'd have seen the bundle for sure.

But I beat it when he was phoning for a doctor.

That was 15, 16 years ago.

I haven't been home since.

Pull in there for a bite of something, huh?

>> A bite of something.

Brother, was I hungry.

I hadn't had anything in my stomach for hours.

Yet even with that gnawing in the pit of my belly, I didn't want to be in too big a rush to put on the feed bag.

First, I had to make sure this guy knew the score.

If I got him down on me, it was good-bye ticket to Hollywood.

I'll wait out here for you, mister.

>> If it's the money, don't worry about paying for it.

This time it's on me.

>> Well, that's white of you- >> Haskell.

Think nothing of it.

You make your first million, maybe you can do the same for me.

Come on, New York.

I got to make the West Coast by Wednesday.

There's a horse running at Santa Anita named Paradisiacal.

Means dough to me if I'm running.

>> Al: We'll make it all right.

He did most of the talking during the half hour we were in the place.

I ate.

He rambled on about his old man, who he hadn't heard from since he ran away as a kid, and how he happened to become a bookie, and then all about how he got rooked in Miami.

>> Mr. Haskell: One race, 38 grand.

They cleaned out my book.

How do you like that?

>> That was tough luck.

>> Mr. Haskell: Yeah, and I'm supposed to be the smart guy.

But you just wait.

I'm going back to Florida next season with all kinds of jack.

And you watch those stinkers run for cover.

Want anything else?

>> No, thanks, I've had plenty.

>> The check there, sister?

>> Mm-hm.

Oh, just a minute, your change, sir.

>> Keep it, sister.

>> Oh, thank you, sir.

Call again.

>> I'll be waiting outside for you when you finish work.

(waitress chuckles) Sharp chick, huh?

(gentle instrumental music) >> Al: I drove all that night while Haskell slept like a log.

After a while, I began to get sleepy myself.

I was happy though.

Soon I'd be with Sue again.

The long trip was practically over, and there'd be no more hoofing it down the concrete.

I began to think of the future, which couldn't have been brighter if I'd embroidered it with neon lights.

It was nice to think of Sue shooting to the top.

(chuckles) It's amazing what a full belly can do to your imagination.

(gentle orchestral music) ♪ Your eyes are blue ♪ ♪ Your kisses too ♪ ♪ I never knew what they could do ♪ ♪ I can't believe that you're in love with me ♪ ♪ You're telling everyone you know ♪ ♪ I'm on your mind each place you go ♪ ♪ I can't believe that you're in love ♪ ♪ With me ♪ (dramatic music) (car engine humming) >> Mr. Haskell.

Mr. Haskell?

Mr. Haskell, wake up, it's raining.

Don't you think we ought to stop and put up the top?

Mr. Haskell, I'm gonna put up the top.

(dramatic music) (rain pattering) Until then, I'd done things my way.

But from then on, something else stepped in and shunted me off to a different destination than the one I had picked for myself.

For when I pulled open that door, (dramatic music) Mr. Haskell, what's the matter?

Are you hurt?

Are you hurt, Mr. Haskell?

Start your sermon.

I'll listen to it.

But I know what you're gonna hand me even before you open your mouths.

You're gonna tell me you don't believe my story of how Haskell died and give me that "don't make me laugh" expression on your smug faces.

(dramatic music) I saw at once he was dead.

And I was in for it.

Who would believe he fell out of the car?

If Haskell came to, which, of course, he couldn't, even he would swear I conked him over the head for his dough.

Yes, I was in for it.

Instinct told me to run, but then I realized it was hopeless.

There were lots of people back down the road who could identify me.

That gas station guy and the waitress.

I would be in a worse spot then trying to explain why I beat it.

The next possibility was to sit tight and tell the truth when the cops came.

But that would be crazy.

They'd laugh at the truth.

And I'd have my head in a noose.

So what else was there to do but hide the body and get away in the car?

I couldn't leave the car there with him in the gully.

That would be like erecting a tombstone.

(dramatic music) My idea was to cover him with brush, not to rob him.

But then I remembered that even if I only drove the car for 100 miles or so, I would need money for gas.

Besides, it was stupid of me to leave all that money on a dead man.

Not only that, I'd have to take his driver's license in case I was stopped for something.

I didn't like to think about it, but by that time I'd done just what the police would say I did, even if I didn't.

My clothes.

The owner of such an expensive car would never be wearing them.

Some cop might pull me in on suspicion.

(dramatic music) (motorbike engine humming) >> Hey, you, this your car?

Don't you know better than to leave a car with the wheels halfway in the middle of the road?

That's the way accidents happen.

>> I, I'm sorry, officer, I was just putting up my top.

I didn't think.

>> Policeman: Well, the next time, think.

I'll let you go now, but watch your step in the future.

I know that it's a lonely stretch, but cars come by here once in a while.

We have plenty of crack-ups.

>> Thanks, officer.

(dramatic music) I left nothing in the car that'd give me away as Roberts.

If they found a dead man in the gully now, it could be me.

(car engine humming) As I drove off, it was still raining.

The drops streaked down the windshield like tears.

I kept imagining I was being followed, that I could hear sirens back in the distance.

Just how long it took to cover the 60-odd miles to the California state line, I don't know.

I lost all track of time.

But the rain had stopped and the sun was up when I pulled up to the inspection station.

>> Policeman: Hello.

Carrying any fruits or vegetables?

>> No.

>> Any livestock or poultry?

>> Al: No.

>> I'd like to see your registration and driver's license, please.

>> Anything in the baggage compartment?

>> Just baggage.

>> Charles Haskell Jr. Age 30, brown eyes, dark hair.

Identifying marks, none.

Are you Charles Haskell Jr.?

>> Yes.

>> Well, remember, if you're employed, and you stay over 30 days, you take out California plates.

>> All right, officer, but I'll only be in the state a short while.

>> Right, you can go now.

(car engine humming) (light orchestral music) >> I couldn't drive any farther without some sleep.

Cops or no cops, I knew I had to hit the hay and hit it hard.

I was dead tired.

(gentle orchestral music) (dramatic orchestral music) No.

No, you can't, Mr. Haskell.

No.

(dramatic orchestral music) Mr. Haskell, you can't die.

They'll think, they'll think I did it.

No, Mr. Haskell.

No.

No.

(dramatic orchestral music) (knocking on door) (dramatic music) Who's there?

>> Maid: It's the maid.

Can I come in and clean?

>> Later.

In a half-hour.

>> Maid: All right, sir.

(dramatic orchestral music) >> Al: There was no time to lose.

Every minute I had to be Charles Haskell was dangerous.

I'd have to be Charles Haskell until I got to some city where I could leave the car and be swallowed up.

(dramatic orchestral music) That meant driving the car as far as San Bernardino, maybe even to Los Angeles.

In a little town, I might be noticed.

But in a city, I should be safe enough.

Then, after I ditched the car, I could go on to Sue.

But those five minutes at the state line made me realize it might be a good idea to find out a little bit about Mr. Haskell.

Then if anybody asked me questions, I could give the right answers.

The first thing I found out was that I had $768.

This was a lot of jack, but believe me, it was the kind of money I'd rather not have.

(dramatic orchestral music) And then I found out from a letter Haskell was carting around in his bag that he wasn't the openhanded, easygoing big shot who went around buying dinners for strange hitchhikers.

Before I got done reading it, I saw him more as a chiseler.

It was written to his old man in California, the one he hadn't seen in so many years.

In it, Haskell posed as a salesman of hymnals, of all things.

It was easy to see where Haskell expected to raise a new stake for his book in Miami by rooking his old man.

That was about all I found out from his effects.

And it was enough.

I told myself maybe old man Haskell was lucky his son kicked off.

He would never know it, but it saved him from taking a flier in sacred literature preferred.

(lively orchestral music) Near the airport at Desert Center, I pulled up for water.

There was a woman.

Hey, you!

Come on if you want a ride.

(lively orchestral music) (car hood slams) (lively orchestral music) (car engine humming) How far you going?

>> How far are you going?

>> Al: That took me by surprise.

I turned my head to look her over.

She was facing straight ahead, so I couldn't see her eyes.

But she was young, not more than 24.

Man, she looked as if she'd just been thrown off the crummiest freight train in the world.

Yet, in spite of this, I got the impression of beauty.

Not the beauty of a movie actress, mind you, or the beauty you dream about when you're with your wife, but a natural beauty, a beauty that's almost homely because it's so real.

Then, suddenly, she turned to face me.

>> How far did you say you were going?

>> Los Angeles.

>> LA?

LA's good enough for me, mister.

>> That's what I was afraid of.

>> What'd you say?

>> Oh, nothing, just thinking out loud.

>> People get in trouble for doing that.

>> What's your name?

>> You can call me Vera, if you like.

>> You live in Los Angeles?

>> No.

>> Where you coming from?

>> Oh, back there.

>> Needles?

>> No.

>> Oh, sure, Phoenix.

You look just like a Phoenix girl.

>> Are the girls in Phoenix that bad?

(chuckling) >> Al: The girl must have been pretty tired because she fell asleep not 20 minutes after she stepped into the car.

She lay sprawled out with her head resting against the far door, like Haskell.

I didn't like that part of it much, but I didn't wake her up.

It wasn't that this girl still worried me.

I'd gotten over that funny feeling I had when she looked at me, which I put down as just my jangled nerves.

With her eyes closed and the tenseness gone out of her, she seemed harmless enough.

Instead of disliking her, I began to feel sorry for her.

The poor kid probably had had a rough time of it.

Who was she, anyway?

And why was she going to Los Angeles?

And where'd she come from in the first place?

The only thing I knew about her was her name.

Not that it made any difference.

A few hours more and we'd be in Hollywood.

I'd forget where I parked the car and look up Sue.

This nightmare of being a dead man would be over.

Who this dame was, well, it was no business of mine.

>> Where did you leave his body?

(dramatic orchestral music) Where did you leave the owner of this car?

You're not fooling anyone.

This buggy belongs to a guy named Haskell.

That's not you, mister.

>> You're out of your mind.

That's my name, Charles Haskell, I can prove it.

Here's my driver's license.

>> Save yourself the trouble, mister.

Having Haskell's wallet only makes it worse.

It just so happens I rode with Charlie Haskell all the way from Louisiana.

He picked me up outside of Shreveport.

>> You rode- >> You heard me.

>> Al: Then it all came back to me.

All the talk about dueling and scars and scratches.

There was no doubt about it.

Vera must be the woman Haskell had mentioned.

She must have passed me while I slept.

>> Well?

Well, I'm waiting.

>> Al: My goose was cooked.

She had me.

That Haskell guy wasn't dead yet.

He wasn't stretched out stiff and cold in any Arizona gully.

He was sitting right there in the car, laughing like mad while he haunted me.

>> Well?

>> Al: There was nothing I could say.

It was her move.

Vera, whatever her name was.

It was just my luck picking her up on the road.

It couldn't have been Helen or Mary or Evelyn or Ruth.

It had to be the very last person I should ever have met.

That's life.

Whichever way you turn, fate sticks out a foot to trip you.

I told her everything, but she didn't believe my story.

I should've saved my breath.

>> That's the greatest cock-and-bull story I ever heard.

So he fell out of his car.

Say, who do you think you're talking to, a hick?

Listen, mister, I've been around, and I know a wrong guy when I see one.

What'd you do, kiss him with a wrench?

>> Now, wait a minute, what I told you was true.

You see, that's why I had to do it.

You think I killed him.

Well, the cops would've thought so too.

>> Yeah, well, maybe they still think so.

What makes you so sure I'll shut up about this?

>> Vera, I'm innocent.

Give me a break, will you?

>> It won't do me any good having you pinched.

The cops are no friends of mine.

Now, if there was a reward, but there isn't.

>> Thanks.

>> Don't thank me yet.

I'm not through with you by a long shot.

Let's see that roll.

Is that all Haskell had?

>> Isn't it enough?

>> No, I thought he had more.

>> Not that I know of.

You can search me if you think I'm holding out on you.

>> Well, maybe I will at that.

He told me he was gonna bet $3000 on a horse named Paradisiacal on Wednesday at Santa Anita.

>> He was stringing you along.

He meant 300.

>> Maybe.

>> Sure, three bucks, 300.

He was a piece of cheese, a big blowhard.

>> Listen, mister, don't try and tell me anything about Charlie Haskell.

Remember, I knew him better than you did.

>> Okay, then you knew he was a four-flusher.

That explains the three-grand bet.

>> I'm not so sure he didn't have that three grand.

Why should I believe you?

You got all the earmarks of a cheap crook.

>> Now, wait a minute.

>> Shut up.

You're a cheap crook and you killed him.

For two cents, I'd change my mind and turn you in.

I don't like you!

>> All right, all right, don't get sore.

>> I'm not getting sore.

But just remember who's boss around here.

If you shut up and don't give me any arguments, you'll have nothing to worry about.

But if you act wise, well, mister, you'll pop into jail so fast it'll give you the bends.

>> I'm not arguing.

>> Well, see that you don't.

You know, as crooked as you look, I'd hate to see a fella as young as you wind up sniffing that perfume that Arizona hands out free to murderers.

>> I'm not a murderer.

>> Of course you're not.

Haskell knocked his own head off.

>> He fell, that's how it happened, just like I told you.

>> Sure, and then he made you a present of his belongings.

>> I explained why- >> Oh, skip it.

Doesn't make a difference one way or another.

I'm not a mourner.

I liked Haskell even less than I like you.

>> Yeah, I saw what you did to him.

>> What do you mean?

>> Those scratches on his wrists.

>> Sure, I scratched him.

>> I'll say you did.

>> So your idea was to drive the car a little way, maybe into San Bernardino, and then leave it.

You weren't gonna sell it?

>> Sell it?

You think I'm crazy?

Somebody else's car?

See, all I wanna do is leave it somewhere and forget I ever saw it.

>> Not only don't you have any scruples, you don't have any brains.

>> I don't get you.

>> Maybe it's a good thing you met me.

You would of got yourself caught, sure.

Why, you dope.

Don't you know a deserted automobile always rates an investigation?

>> Huh?

>> Look, the cops find a car.

Then they get curious.

They wonder where the owner is.

So, all right, they don't trace Haskell.

They trace you.

>> I never thought of that.

>> The only safe way to get rid of the car is to sell it to a dealer, get it registered under a new name.

Say, stop at the next store.

I wanna get a bottle and do some shopping before we hit LA.

>> Okay.

Soon as we find a place, I'll drop you off and pick you up later.

>> Nothing doing.

You're coming in too.

From now on, you and I are like the Siamese twins.

>> Have it your way, but I don't get the point.

>> The point is I don't want you to get lost.

>> I'm not gonna beat it, if that's what you're afraid of.

>> I'll say you're not.

Well, I'm gonna see that you sell this car so you don't get caught.

>> Thanks.

Of course, your interest wouldn't be financial, would it?

You wouldn't want a small percentage of the profits?

>> Well, now that you insist, how can I refuse?

100% will do.

>> Fine.

I'm relieved.

I thought for a moment you were gonna take it all.

>> I don't want to be a hog.

>> Al: A few hours later, we were in Hollywood.

I was recognizing places Sue had written about.

It struck me that, far from being at the end of the trip, there was a greater distance between Sue and me than when I started out.

Vera wasn't kidding with that Siamese twins crack.

She rented a little apartment as Mrs. Charles Haskell.

When I objected to this, she explained that it was on account of the car.

A dealer might think something was funny if he called and found we were using different names.

>> Home, sweet home.

>> Yeah.

>> Not bad, either.

In case there's any doubt in your mind, I'll take the bedroom.

>> Yeah.

Sure is stuffy in here.

>> Keep the window shut.

>> Okay.

>> The old crow downstairs said there's a folding bed behind this door.

You know how to work it?

>> I invented it.

Some joint.

>> One can't have everything.

I'm first in the bathtub.

>> I don't know why, but I figured you would be.

>> Vera: Boy, oh, boy.

It sure feels good to be clean again.

I must be 10 pounds lighter.

>> Al: You must be.

(saxophone music) >> Well, hitching rides isn't exactly the way you keep your schoolgirl complexion.

>> Al: I wish that guy with the sax would give up.

It gets on my nerves.

>> Forget it.

Have a drink.

>> Al: Aren't you afraid I'm gonna take you up on it?

>> If I didn't wanna give you a drink, I wouldn't have offered it.

Why be a sorehead, Roberts?

You got yourself into this thing.

You should be grateful I'm not turning you in.

Why, if I wasn't regular, you'd be in the pen this minute, being photographed, fingerprinted, and being pushed around by the cops.

So cheer up.

Get rid of that long puss.

Or is your conscience bothering you?

(dramatic music) >> No.

It isn't.

>> Swell.

That's the spirit.

He's dead, and no moaning around will bring him back.

Anyway, I never could understand this worrying about something that's over and done with.

>> Now, look, Vera, for the last time, I didn't kill him.

Haskell was a sick man.

Maybe he was dead before he fell out of the car.

I don't know.

>> Sure, sure, he died of old age.

All right.

So if it'll make you sociable, you didn't kill him.

(gentle orchestral music) >> Thanks.

>> Vera: We're out of liquor, Roberts.

>> Al: Yeah.

>> Too bad.

I felt like getting tight tonight.

>> Well, I think you succeeded.

>> Am I tight?

>> As a prima donna's corset.

>> Vera: That's good.

(glass clatters) I wanted to get tight.

>> Why?

What have you got to get tight about?

>> Vera: Oh, I don't know, a few things.

>> Huh.

You should have my worries.

>> If I had your troubles, I'd stay sober.

And I've got the key to that door.

>> Yeah.

Maybe you're right.

>> I'm always right.

You know, I don't like your attitude, Roberts.

>> Well, there's a lot of things I don't like.

>> Sure.

But life's like a ball game.

You got to take a swing at whatever comes along before you wake up and find it's the ninth inning.

>> You read that somewhere.

>> That's the trouble with you, Roberts, all you do is bellyache.

You could have taken it easy and, try and make the best of things.

But maybe that's what's wrong with the whole world.

>> Get the professor.

>> People knock themselves out trying to buck fate.

Now take you, for instance.

You're lucky to be alive.

Why, suppose Haskell had pulled open your door?

You'd be playing a harp now.

Think of that.

>> You think of it.

I'm tired of thinking.

>> There's plenty of people dying this minute that would give anything to trade places with you.

I know what I'm talking about.

>> I'm not so sure.

At least they know they're done for.

They don't just sweat blood wondering if they are.

>> Your philosophy stinks, pal.

We all know we're gonna kick off someday.

It's only a question of when.

But what got us on this subject anyway?

We'll be discussing politics next.

>> Yeah.

Where'd you hide the butts?

>> On the table, sucker.

(gentle orchestral music) >> We bored each other with conversation for a couple of hours longer.

Every five minutes, one of us was wishing we had another bottle or a radio or something to read.

Then finally we ran out of chat.

I know it's only 11 o'clock, but I want to get up early and make the rounds to the used car lots.

>> No hurry about that.

We got all the time in the world.

>> Maybe you have, but if you think I want to stay cooped up in this place any longer than I have to, you're batty.

>> It's not a bad place.

Pay plenty for diggings like this in New York.

>> I wouldn't like it if it was the Ritz.

(Vera coughs) >> Vera: Rotten liquor.

(Vera coughs) >> You got a mean cough.

Ought to do something about it.

>> I'll be all right.

>> That's what Camille said.

>> Who?

>> Nobody you know.

(dramatic orchestral music) >> Wasn't that the dame that died of consumption?

>> Yeah.

>> Wouldn't it be a break for you if I did kick off.

You'd be free with all Haskell's dough and car.

>> I don't want to see anybody die.

>> Not even me?

>> Especially not you.

One person died on me.

If you did, well, that's all I need.

>> You don't like me, do you, Roberts?

>> Like you?

I love you.

My favorite sport is being kept prisoner.

>> After we sell the car, you can go to blazes for all I care, but not until then.

(gentle orchestral music) I'm going to bed.

Good night, Roberts.

Don't try and sneak away during the night.

All the doors are locked.

Anyway, if I find you gone in the morning, I'll notify the police.

They'll pick you up.

>> Don't worry.

I know when I'm in a spot.

>> Well, good night.

I hope that portable rack isn't too uncomfortable for you.

>> Don't lose any sleep over it, will you, Vera?

(lock clicking) (gentle orchestral music) (frantic orchestral music) Crestview, six five seven two three.

>> Hello?

Hello.

Hello?

Hello?

(dramatic orchestral music) >> No.

Not yet, darling.

Tomorrow.

Maybe.

If this were fiction, I would fall in love with her, marry her, and make a respectable woman of her, or else she'd make some supreme, class-A sacrifice for me and die.

Sue and I would ball a little over her grave and make some crack about "there's good in all of us."

But Vera, unfortunately, was just as rotten in the morning as she'd been the night before.

(knocking on door) >> All right, all right, I'm coming.

>> Al: Look, Vera, it's almost noon.

>> So what?

The dealers will be there all day.

>> They'll be there all year too, but it doesn't mean I'm gonna wait that long.

>> Shut up.

You're making noises like a husband.

Well, do I rate a whistle?

>> Al: You sure do, but let's go.

>> Let's go, let's go.

I spend 85 bucks and two hours preparing bait, and all you can say is "Let's go."

(sighs) Come on.

>> We passed a few used car lots last night down this way.

>> What do you think we can get for this heap?

>> I don't know, plenty.

You just let me handle everything.

>> You think we can get $2000?

>> I don't know, but don't worry, I'll squeeze as much out of this guy as I can.

If I let it go cheap without a fight, he might think we've stolen the car.

And listen, don't make any slips and call me Roberts.

That'll cook us.

>> I don't need you to tell me that.

>> You better just sit by and keep your mouth closed.

Remember, we're both in the soup if anything happens.

>> Forget it and drive.

>> You're my wife Vera Haskell.

>> Look, after the deal's closed, let's go back to that place on Hollywood Boulevard where I saw the fur jacket.

I want to buy it.

>> After the deal's closed, I'm saying goodbye to you.

>> That's right, I forgot.

I guess I'm getting kind of used to you.

>> Well, that's a habit you can start breaking.

Let's try this place in the middle of the block.

>> Car Seller: Good afternoon.

What can I do for you?

>> We're interested in selling a car.

>> If the price is right.

>> Well, if it's in good mechanical condition, it should blue book for about 1600.

Tony, take a look at this motor.

>> 1600.

Are you kidding?

(car hood clanking) >> Well, maybe 1850.

>> Before I let it go for 1850, I'll wreck it and collect the insurance first.

(coughing) >> Lady, this motor's seen a lot of driving.

>> While the mechanic inspected the car, we haggled.

At last, when we were all worn out, we hit a compromise, his price.

Okay, it's a deal.

>> All right, come in, we'll sign the papers.

>> I have the ownership papers right here with me.

Look, Vera, in the meantime, will you clean out the dash compartment?

There may be some stuff in it.

>> All right, darling.

1850 bucks.

That dirty cr- >> Mm, New York, huh?

>> Yeah.

>> But you bought the car in Miami?

>> Yeah.

>> Well, now, let's see about the insurance.

We can either have it transferred or canceled.

Uh, what kind of insurance do you have, Mr. Haskell?

>> Well, uh, aren't all the papers there?

>> I don't see any.

Surely you know what type of insurance you carry on the car.

The name of the company?

>> Yeah, but, uh- >> Car Seller: Well, if you'll just tell me the name of the company, I'd be very glad to take care of all the details.

>> Well, uh- >> Did you sign the papers yet?

>> Not yet.

>> Well, don't, we're not selling the car.

>> Wait a minute, Mrs. Haskell.

>> Come on, darling.

>> What's the matter?

Change your mind?

>> Yes, I'm sorry, I guess I have.

>> But, Vera- >> Let's go.

>> You got me out of a tight spot, Vera, but I still don't understand all this.

>> You will in a minute.

I almost threw away a gold mine.

>> 1850 isn't to be sneezed at.

The car doesn't book for as much as I thought.

>> We're not selling the car.

>> You want to keep it?

Now, wait a minute, Vera, you said yourself I wouldn't be safe until the car was in someone else's name.

I'd like to be free of this mess when I go.

>> That's just it, Roberts, you're not going.

(Al sighs) There's a drive-in at the next corner.

Pull in there and we'll get a bite to eat and I'll explain.

>> What is this, another one of your brilliant ideas?

(car engine humming) >> Hello.

May I take your order?

>> Vera: Make mine a ham sandwich and coffee.

>> And for you, sir?

>> Al: Oh, I don't care.

The same.

>> Thank you.

>> Get this, Vera, I've been pretty patient so far.

I've done everything you asked me to do, but no more.

>> Shut up.

>> You've taken Haskell's money.

And you can have the dough we get from selling the car, but you're not gonna keep me a prisoner.

>> It's a good thing I bought the paper.

Take a look at that.

>> Vera, I'm in no mood- >> Read that.

(traffic humming) >> No.

>> Yes.

>> No, I won't do it.

>> Yes, you will.

>> You think I'm crazy?

It's impossible, I tell you.

>> Excuse me.

Blow the horn when you're through.

>> No one could possibly get away with an act like that.

Be wise to me in a minute.

>> Don't be yellow.

You look enough like him.

The same coloring and the same build.

See how his clothes fit you?

No kidding, you almost had me fooled for a while.

>> Oh, grow up, Vera.

Don't you think a father knows his own son?

And there must be other relatives.

>> The father won't have to know you.

We'll wait till he gives up the ghost.

He's an old geezer and he won't pull through.

And as far as the relatives are concerned, they haven't seen you in 15 or 20 years.

Eat.

>> I'm not hungry.

And I won't do it.

>> It's not as tough as it sounds.

Remember, you've got all kinds of identification, his car, letters, license- >> I could never get away with it.

It's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.

>> The old boy has scads of dough.

Look in the paper there.

Personal fortune assessed at over 15 million.

He'll leave plenty, I tell you.

>> Maybe he cut off his son.

How do we know?

It's out, Vera.

I won't have anything to do with it.

>> I think you will.

>> Look, Vera, I'll do anything within reason, but not that.

So forget it or find yourself another stooge.

>> You sap!

You'll be fixed for the rest of your life as Charlie Haskell.

You can take your inheritance and go away.

No more worrying about the rent.

No sweating, scheming, wondering where your next meal's coming from!

Think about that, Roberts!

>> Vera, please, you're talking too loud.

>> Vera: On this I'm splitting 50/50 with you.

Sure, why not?

We're both alike.

Both born in the same gutter.

>> Now, take it easy, Vera.

There's people around here.

You don't know what you're talking.

>> We'll wait till we read that old man Haskell's dead.

Then you show up.

Like you read in New York that he was sick.

>> No!

Suppose he doesn't die?

>> He will, I know he will.

Something tells me.

>> But as much as I insisted I would have no part of her scheme, Vera was taking it for granted I would.

Neither of us had our mind on the cards as we played that night.

I knew we were just trying to kill time between newspaper editions.

This was a deathwatch for Vera.

Maybe it was for me too.

Don't you realize if I'm caught, they'll want to know where I got the car and stuff?

Then they'll have me on a murder charge.

>> If you're smart, you won't get caught.

I knock with seven.

>> And if I'm caught, don't you realize you'll be out too?

>> 18 points.

That gives me 30.

How will I be out?

>> You'll be out $1850 we would've gotten on the car.

Really, Vera, you'd be an awful chump if you threw away all that dough on a dizzy long shot.

Let me sell the bus tomorrow.

With the money it'll bring and what you've already got, a clever kid like you can run it up in no time.

Then we'd both be in the clear.

>> Vera: I'll be in the clear anyway.

>> Maybe.

Maybe.

But if I got caught, I'd get good and sore at you, you know.

>> You mean you'd squeal?

>> Well, no, not squeal exactly- >> Never mind what you meant!

Even if you did tell the cops I was in on it with you, what could they do to me?

They might give me the same medicine they gave you.

>> Yeah.

>> A rope.

But I'm on my way anyhow.

All they'll be doing will be rushing it.

>> All right.

But think of the 1850 you lose.

You'd kick yourself along the block if you let that get away from you.

>> I'll take the chance.

Want another drink?

>> Al: You're being a goon.

That's the way people wind up behind the eight ball.

Once they get a few dollars, they become greedy and want more.

>> My, my.

>> Al: Caesar.

>> Who?

>> You know that Roman general?

He got his for being greedy.

He wasn't satisfied.

So the final windup was he took the count.

A couple of days ago you didn't have a dime.

Why, you were so broke you couldn't pay cash for a postage stamp.

Now you've got almost $700, with 1850 in the offering.

Take my advice: don't try for more.

>> I'm tired of this game.

Let's have some blackjack.

>> Play solitaire!

>> Okay, I will, if that's the way you feel about it.

>> That's the way I feel about it.

>> Getting sore and throwing things won't help much, Roberts.

I'm merely doing you a favor.

I help you out of a jam by keeping my mouth shut.

I show you how to make some soft money, and what thanks do I get?

>> Thanks?

>> Sure.

Or would you rather I called the cops and told them you killed a man and stole his money?

>> I didn't kill anybody.

>> Yes, you did.

>> No, I didn't.

You know I didn't.

>> All right, then.

Suppose I call the cops?

If you're innocent, what do you got to be scared of?

>> Okay, call them, you mutt.

Go ahead and call them, see if I care.

At least they'll give me a square deal.

>> You want me to call them?

>> You heard me.

But I'm warning you, if I'm pinched, I'll swear you were in on it.

I'll say that you helped me.

If I'm frying, I'll get even with you.

>> You wouldn't dare, you're chicken!

>> Al: Yeah?

Then try it and see.

Call them.

Yeah.

>> Okay, I will.

Information?

I want the number of the Hollywood police station.

Okay, I got it.

Thanks.

>> Al: Wait a minute, Vera.

You wouldn't do that.

>> Oh, wouldn't I?

Give me that and I'll show you if I would!

>> Al: Take it easy now.

Let's talk this over.

This was early in the evening.

And the conversation, while hectic, was at least pitched low.

But as the minutes passed and more obstacles to her plan popped into my head, the air got blue.

Each word coming from our lips cracked like a whip.

I reminded her that as Charles Haskell I didn't even know my mother's name, where I'd gone to school, the name of my best friend, whether I had an Aunt Emma or not, my religion, and if I'd ever owned a dog.

I didn't even know what my middle initial stood for.

I also pointed out that the real Haskell had a scar on his forearm.

>> His people never saw that scar.

He told me he ran away right after putting out the kid's eye.

>> Yeah, but his father knew he was cut.

There'd have to be some kind of mark.

>> So what?

The old man's dead or will be.

I hope by tomorrow morning's papers.

Anyway, you could cut yourself a little, couldn't you?

Boy, for that kind of dough, I'd let you cut my leg off.

>> You're drunk and you're crazy mad, Vera.

Turn me in if you want to, but I won't get mixed up in this.

Besides, how do we know?

Haskell was such a phony.

Maybe he wasn't the man's son at all.

Maybe he just dreamed it up.

>> Well, dreaming or not, you won't be dreaming when the law taps you on the shoulder.

There's a cute little gas chamber waiting for you, Roberts.

And I hear extradition to Arizona's a cinch.

Where's that phone?

>> Vera.

>> Leave me alone!

>> Vera!

>> I wanna phone, call the police.

I hate you, you stinker.

You leave me alone!

>> I'll let you alone when you promise to leave the phone where it is.

You're drunk, you don't know what you're doing.

>> You're hurting me.

>> Will you promise?

>> All right.

You hurt me.

>> I'm sorry, but- >> And it's hot in here!

Open up a window!

>> It's not hot!

>> Don't tell me!

Now do you do it or do I do it?

You're no gentleman, see?

>> Yeah.

All right, I'll open up the window.

Vera!

Vera, open the door.

Please open the door.

Vera, open the door.

Don't use the phone, listen to me.

>> I don't like you, Roberts.

You're no gentleman, see?

You hurt my hand, and I'm gonna get even with you.

>> If you don't open the door, I'm gonna kick it down, Vera.

Vera, don't call the cops.

Listen to me, I'll do anything you say.

Vera, let me in!

I'll break the phone!

(dramatic orchestral music) Vera.

(dramatic orchestral music) The world is full of skeptics.

I know.

I'm one myself.

In the Haskell business, how many of you would believe he fell out of the car?

And now, after killing Vera without really meaning to do it, how many of you would believe it wasn't premeditated?

In a jury room, every last man of you would go down shouting that she had me over a barrel and my only out was force.

The room was still.

So quiet that for a while I'd wondered if I'd suddenly gone deaf.

It was pure fear, of course.

And I was hysterical, but without making a sound.

Vera was dead, and I was her murderer.

Murderer.

What an awful word that is.

But I'd become one.

I'd better not get caught.

What evidence there was around the place had to be destroyed.

And from the looks of things, there was plenty.

Looking around the room at things we'd bought was like looking into the faces of 100 people who'd seen us together and who remembered me.

This was the kind of testimony I couldn't rub out.

No.

I could burn clothes and hide bottles for the next five years.

There'd always be witnesses.

The landlady for one.

She could identify me.

The car dealer, the waitress in the drive-in, the girl in the dress shop, and that guy in the liquor store.

They could all identify me.

I was cooked.

Done for.

I had to get out of there.

While once I remained beside a dead body planning carefully how to avoid being accused of killing him, this time I couldn't.

This time I was guilty.

I knew it.

Felt it.

I was like a guy suffering from shock.

Things were whirling around in my head.

I couldn't make myself think right.

All I could think of was the guy with the saxophone and what he was playing.

It wasn't a love song anymore.

It was a dirge.

(dramatic orchestral music) (cheerful orchestral music) But my problems weren't solved.

I had to stay away from New York for all time, because Al Roberts was listed as dead and had to stay dead.

And I could never go back to Hollywood.

Someone might recognize me as Haskell.

Then, too, there was Sue.

I could never go to her with a thing like this hanging over my head.

All I could do was pray she'd be happy.

(dramatic orchestral music) I was in Bakersfield before I read that Vera's body was discovered.

And that the police were looking for Haskell in connection with his wife's murder.

Isn't that a laugh?

Haskell got me into this mess and Haskell was getting me out of it.

The police were searching for a dead man.

I keep trying to forget what happened and wonder what my life might have been if that car of Haskell's hadn't stopped.

But one thing I don't have to wonder about.

I know.

Someday a car will stop to pick me up that I never thumbed.

Yes.

Fate or some mysterious force can put the finger on you or me for no good reason at all.

(lively orchestral music)