Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence, starring Alice Post and Joseph Kidd.
To most New Yorkers, ice is a frozen liquid, usually found in the form of cubes.
However, there are still some people who enjoy skating on it.
And when Pam and Jerry are in the mood for some winter exercise,
they drop in at the Neighborhood Ice Palace,
and indulge in this magnificent outdoor sport, indoors.
Look out now, Jerry.
Give me some room.
Darling, are you still trying to make a figure eight?
Oh, no dear. I'm not up to eight yet.
I've just reached four.
No wonder you keep falling down. A four is impossible.
Well, I don't see why it should be.
You just make a straight line, like this,
and then you cross the other foot over,
and then you make a straight line.
Oh, maybe I should have made two twos instead.
Oh, well. Everybody takes a fall once in a while.
Not that girl over there.
She really knows how to figure skating.
Well, I wish you'd stop looking at her figure.
Besides, she's a professional.
You mean, she gives lessons?
Now, Jerry, if you're thinking of taking lessons from that girl...
Well, I really ought to brush up on my skating, Pam.
I'm getting off. Hey, watch it. She's coming this way.
Well, I wish she wouldn't try those stunts around us.
The first thing you know...
Oh, my God! Oh, God!
See? She fell down.
That was a bad spill, Pam. She's all shaken up.
Jerry, where are you going?
Don't get excited, dear. I just want to see if she's all right.
Can I help you, Miss?
Oh, thank you. I'm not sure I can get up.
What happened? Are you hurt?
Oh, there we are.
No. No, I don't think so. Just my ankle.
It seemed to go out from under me.
It wasn't your ankle. This was your skate.
Look, you've broken the blade.
Well, it's a good thing I wasn't trying to jump around.
I had a nasty...
That's funny.
Why?
The blade in my skate is...
It doesn't seem to be broken. It looks as if it's been filed.
Say, you're right. It has been filed.
Why do you suppose anybody would do a thing like that?
Unless somebody wanted you to have an accident.
Somebody did.
What do you mean?
Well, this isn't the first time something like this has happened.
I've had these so-called accidents ever since I came to work here.
Accidents?
Yes.
Almost every night something new happened.
First it was the short circuit in my dressing room,
and then the little sport on the back stairs,
and the gas stove that was left on the equipment room without any flame,
and Saturday, a chandelier fell.
Well, you ought to complain to the management.
What good would that do?
The manager's the one who's responsible for all this.
Well, if I were you, I'd go to the police, now the manager arrested me.
No. I couldn't do that.
Why not?
Because the manager is my father.
Really, Mrs. Northa, I don't know how you're going to speak to my father in front of me.
It's going to be awfully embarrassing.
Well, you don't have to go in with us, Miss Russo.
We'll go in his office alone.
Oh, all right. I'll wait for you in my dressing room.
Good.
I'll be there in a few minutes.
Miss Russo.
Yes, who is it there, please?
Mr. and Mrs. North, may we come in?
All right, come in.
Thank you.
Now, what is this?
Marsala sent you here?
Who?
Marsala, my stepdaughter.
Oh, she's your stepdaughter.
So what difference does that make?
My stepdaughter is my stepnotch, not yours.
What do you want of me?
Well, for Pete's sake, why are you so jumpy about this, Russo?
If you have a daughter like Marsala, you'll be jumpy, too.
That girl has changed completely overnight.
In what way?
In every way.
Since she came here to work for me, she liked Mr. Hyde and Dr. Jack Hand.
Every night she tried to kill me.
First with loose board and staves, then with chandelier.
She tried to get me to fix it.
With a stone?
Oh, she tell you about that?
She told us you were trying to kill her, Mr. Russo.
How I can kill her?
Marsala killed me first.
Just a minute, Mr. Russo.
Maybe somebody's trying to kill both of you.
What would the reason be?
We have never done somebody wrong.
Just the same, Mr. Distinct.
Mr. Manager.
Somebody's listening at the door. I'm going to see what it is.
As I said, Mr. Russo, there's a distinct possibility that someone's out to kill you both, and that someone may...
Well, Marsala, come right in. You can hear much better inside.
Oh, I... I wasn't really listening, Mr. North. I...
I just wondered if you were still talking.
Well, come in anyway. Mrs. North and I were just leaving.
Where are we going?
We're going down the hall to a public phone, dear.
I'd like to speak to Bill Wygand about this.
Where you got... who is...
Oh, just a friend of ours, Mr. Russo.
We'll be back in a little while.
Come along, Jack.
After you, darling. Hey, there's a girl in there!
Ah!
What the hell is that?
I think straight at your head I saw the light flash just before it hit this door.
Oh, my goodness!
It... it just missed me by an inch.
Are you all right, Mrs. North?
Well, I... I guess so.
Only, this gives the case an entirely different complexion.
How do you mean?
Well, the murderer isn't trying to kill you or your daughter, Mr. Russo.
He's trying to kill me.
Yes, Bill, I'm calling from a public phone booth at the rink.
And you better not waste any time getting down here.
Pam was almost killed.
Wait a second, Bill. Pam's wrapping on the window.
What is it, dear?
Quick, Jerry. Tell Bill to come right over and hang up.
What?
Somebody just sneaked into Marcella's dressing room.
We've got to see who it is.
Bill, I'll see you when you get here.
I've got to run now.
So long.
Hurry, darling.
It might be the man who threw the gun.
I'll be right there.
It might be the man who threw that knife at me.
I certainly don't want to hurry.
Which way is Marcella's dressing room?
Down here.
First door, right.
Oh, it's open.
Take it easy, man.
I can't see anything.
There's a man in there, all right.
He seems to be searching for something.
Well, don't let him find it.
He may be setting up another one of those acts.
Don't worry.
He won't get the chance.
Looking for something, mister?
Who are you?
We are Mr. and Mrs. North.
Who are you?
I am a...
I am just a friend of Mrs. Ruto's.
Oh, is that why you were searching through everything?
If you don't mind, I'd rather not answer any questions at this time.
I've found what I'm looking for, and I'm leaving.
Now stand aside.
I will when I find out.
Stand aside, I said!
Maybe you'd better, Jerry.
You've got a gun.
And I knew how to use one before either of you were born.
Now sit down here and stay in this room until I'm well out of sight.
Go on, sit down.
Okay, okay.
And stay down.
Because if you try to follow me, I'll drive you to the door.
You'll see.
If you try to follow me, I'll drop you like a sack of meal.
Quite a talker, that bird.
I'm glad you didn't try anything foolish, dear.
He meant every word he said.
What if he did?
We can't just sit here and let him get away with murder.
I'm going after him.
Jerry, here you are.
Go to pieces, darling.
I'm just going to open the door.
Did you get your head shot off?
Not if you keep your voice down.
I just want to see if he's gone.
Did he?
No.
He's right out here in the hall.
In the hall?
Yes.
He's lying on the floor with a knife in his chest.
Don't touch him, Jerry.
Don't even go near him.
I'm not touching anything, dear.
I just want to see what he's got in his hand.
What is it?
Some sort of a locket with a string on it.
The string seems to be broken.
Careful, somebody's coming down the hall.
Quick, get back in the dressing room so we won't be seen.
What the freak?
It must be her, either.
Sounds like a man.
Jerry!
Stop looking at the body.
Good heavens.
It can't be.
It can't be what?
Who said that?
Where are you?
Right over here.
Was this man a friend of yours?
Why, no.
I mean, he's not a friend exactly, but I do know him.
At least I did.
He is dead, isn't he?
Yes, I'm afraid he is.
Oh, how awful.
I won't be able to eat for a week.
Let's not talk about eating at a time like this.
You're so right.
I never should have mentioned it in the presence of the dead,
but my stomach is such a mess.
I can't stop thinking about it.
I'd be a happy man if I didn't have a stomach.
Well, if you don't mind, let's change the subject.
Oh, of course, of course.
My name is Chadwick.
Arthur Chadwick.
I'm a theatrical agent.
And this gentleman on the floor, do you know his name?
Oh, indeed.
I didn't realize you hadn't been introduced.
May I present Mr. Gallagher.
Mr. Roy Gallagher.
You say that as if we ought to know him.
Well, you should.
He was a very wealthy man, had scats and scats of money,
one of two gold mines, I believe, in Alaska.
You weren't meeting him here by any chance?
Oh, no.
I was just surprised to see him here.
I was seeing him dead.
And what are you doing here?
Why, I came to see Miss Rousseau about an engagement in an ice show.
I believe I have a job for her out of town.
And you haven't any idea who killed Mr. Gallagher?
Oh, heavens no.
I...
Well, you don't think I did it, do you?
On the sight of blood makes me curdle.
Oh dear, I'm going to have to do something about my stomach.
It's beginning to twizzle again.
I don't think you could...
Ah!
Jerry, what was that?
I was just screaming.
I'm not mistaken.
It came from down there.
Mr. Rousseau's office.
Oh, no.
I couldn't bear another murder tonight.
Just wait here until we get back, Mr. Chadwick.
Come on, ma'am.
Do you think it's safe to leave him there with Mr. Gallagher's body, Sheriff?
If I'm not, we've got to find out what happened.
We'll find out here.
Go ahead.
Open the door.
Give me a chance, will you?
My fellow, what's wrong?
Oh, Mr. Mark, I'm so glad you're here.
Something's happened to my father.
Oh, golly.
Is he dead?
No.
Someone struck him on the head.
He's unconscious.
That's a mean bruise.
Oh, the lights.
The lights.
What's he coming to?
The Northern Lights.
They keep going on and on in my head.
Easy now, Mr. Rousseau.
Who hit you?
The floor.
I was sitting back in chair, and you know what?
I am fine.
No back.
He should fall right through.
And your head hit the floor.
How could it be?
The floor is all over the ground.
Oh, looks like another one of those accidents.
This chair has been tampered with.
Oh, I wish we knew who was doing all this.
If we don't find out pretty soon, one of us is going to be killed.
One of us has been killed already.
What did you say?
He's in the hall, ma'am.
He's in the hall.
He's in the hall, Mr. Russo.
There's a man lying on the floor with a knife in his chest, and the murderer is still on
the loose.
What murderer?
Oh, Bill, you're frightening me.
Oh, sorry, Pam.
I didn't realize a murderer had been committed between now and the time you called.
Where's the body?
Down the hall, Bill.
He was killed right in front of Marcella's dressing room.
Oh, what's his name?
Gallagher.
Roy Gallagher.
A millionaire gold miner?
That's right.
You know him?
No, but it seems to me I've read something about his daughter.
Here, Bill.
I'm going to go over here.
Only...
Only what?
The man who told us who he was is gone.
That isn't all that's gone, Jerry.
What do you mean?
The locket that was in Mr. Gallagher's hand.
That's gone, too.
Easy now, Miss Gallagher.
I know it's an ordeal for a girl to identify her father's body, but your mother isn't alive.
I had to call you.
Well, what more do you want of me?
How much longer do I have to stay in the office, Lieutenant Wyden?
Well, that's right, Bill.
The poor kids are not conditioned to answer any questions now.
We've got to find some clues, Jerry, and Miss Gallagher's the only one who can help us.
Help in any way I can, Mrs. Norris.
But I told you everything I know.
I've even brought you my father's scrapbook.
But I'm sure he didn't have an enemy in the world.
Oh, but your father must have had some enemies, Miss Gallagher.
His black book is as easy as just filled with pictures of people he knew.
Most of those pictures were taken when he was a young man.
Up in Alaska, they're just sour-dosing grub-stakers and fur-trappers.
And you don't know any of them?
No, I've never been in Alaska.
My mother and I lived here until she died, and for a good many years I thought my father
was dead too, until he struck it rich and came back to New York.
When was that?
About four years ago, when I was trying to get a job on the stage.
Oh, yes, there's a clipping about it in the scrapbook.
Actress reunited with millionaire father after 20 years of break.
Please, don't read that now.
Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize.
It's all right.
It's just that I can't help thinking about losing him when it was only a few years ago.
Miss Gallagher, I don't think there's any need to keep you here any longer than I do.
Suppose you come with me and I'll put you in a care.
All right.
Because I haven't been much use to you, Lieutenant.
On the contrary, Miss Gallagher, you've been a great help.
Poor girl, I can just imagine how she feels.
I know.
The way she was dragged down here and then having to identify.
Jerry Law.
What does it do?
This picture in the scrapbook.
Doesn't that man's face look familiar to you?
Without the beard, I mean.
Who?
This man with his arm on Mr. Gallagher's shoulder.
Cover up his beard and what have you got?
Practically nothing.
That beard's all over his face.
Oh, for goodness sake, Jerry, don't you know who this is?
Mr. Russo.
Marcelo's father?
Yes.
He must have been in Alaska with Mr. Gallagher.
Don't you see?
He's dressed like a fur trapper.
What are you getting so excited about?
Because this puts a new light on the case.
If Mr. Gallagher and Mr. Russo knew each other, Mr. Russo might have had a reason for killing him.
What sort of reason?
Come on, Jerry, that's what we'll have to find out.
Are you sure this is Mr. Russo's apartment then?
Well, the elevator man said 5B and the name's right here.
Oh, hello, Marcelo.
Is your father home?
Yes.
What's wrong?
Who said anything was wrong?
We just like to speak to him, that's all.
Well, you can't come in now.
My father's asleep.
Who is he?
Oh, he's asleep, is he?
Well, I thought he was.
He wasn't feeling well when we came home, so I put him out to bed with his clothes on.
What?
Well, I can see him standing right there in the living room and he's fully dressed.
Why are you lying to us, Marcelo?
What's happened?
Nothing.
I just wish you hadn't come here.
Why not?
Marcelo, you're not going to tell me who he is.
Good evening, Mr. Russo.
Hey, Mr. Nortz, you've been pretty late time to call on somebody, no?
Well, we had a late idea, Mr. Russo.
Maybe come in?
No good to come in, no?
Marcelo, do you have to go out?
At this time of night?
Where are you going?
Marcelo, I have a new job in Ike Shore, out west, and we make plans to go there.
Well, before you go, you better tell us how well you knew Mr. Gallagher.
What you talk about, I never hear of him.
Then what's your picture doing in his scrapbook?
What picture?
The one of you and a beard.
It was taken in Alaska.
Now I know you're crazy.
I never have been, and I never will be in Alaska.
Now, look, Mr. Russo, if you'd rather we call the police and have them ask you these questions.
No, no, no, please.
Do not call the police.
Just go away from here and leave us alone.
We'd be killed if you don't.
Killed?
Not too loud.
Please.
He may be watching us.
He may hear us.
Oh, Mr. Chadwick, the theatrical agent.
He has just left you a few minutes ago, and he threatened to kill us if we talk to anyone about the murders.
He gave us two hours to get out of town.
Maybe get Marcelo a job in California to make sure we leave tonight.
Well, you better not leave.
Chadwick's probably trying to frame you.
No, please.
Go away.
Let us get ready.
We're supposed to meet him in his office in 20 minutes.
20 minutes, huh?
Quick, get on the telephone and call Lieutenant Wygant.
Tell him to come right up here.
Wait a minute.
Where are you going?
We're going to keep your appointment with Mr. Chadwick.
I don't understand, Jerry.
The door was open and all the lights are on, but nobody's in the office.
Well, maybe Mr. Chadwick stepped out for a minute.
Either that or he's setting a trap for us.
How could he know we're here?
He's expecting the loose-ups.
Well, I don't like it, no matter which way it is.
Sophie, silly dear, this is a good chance for us to have a look around.
Jerry, what are you doing?
Looking around.
Go through those files, Pam.
If Miss Gallagher was an actress, he may have some sort of record.
What is it?
Did you find something?
I'll say I found something.
The locket that was stolen from Mr. Gallagher's hand.
The chap is the one who took it.
I wonder why.
I'll find the answer to that.
When what, Mr. North?
Jerry, it's Mr. Chadwick.
Mr. Chadwick in a loaded gun, Mrs. North.
What are you two doing here?
Why, we were waiting for you, Mr. Chadwick.
Yes, we're the Africa agent and we came to see you about a job.
We do an act in Boville.
Oh, really?
And what is the nature of your act?
The nature?
Oh, we're acrobats.
Is that so?
Well, suppose you do a few back somersaults for me.
Here?
In this little tiny office?
Why not?
Move the desk back.
There's plenty of room.
Oh, but, we don't do that sort of thing.
No?
Well, what sort of acrobatics do you do?
Well, we have a high wire act.
I balance a chair on one leg and she sits on my head and spins plates.
I'm just a cheesecake, Mr. Chadwick.
As you expect me to believe all this, of course.
Of course.
And what are you two doing with that locket in your hand?
Why did you open my drawer and fish it out, eh?
Well, I, uh...
Don't bother to experiment, sir, I have an act too, you know.
A sharp shooting act.
And it goes like this.
Hey, what are you doing?
Give me this office for a proper look.
You see, I'm afraid you know too much.
I've got to make it look like a ransacking this place when I shot you.
Shot?
Did you say shot?
I did, Mrs. North.
The law allows a man to protect his property against marauders.
And in the darkness, I couldn't see who you were.
Oh, what darkness?
Don't worry about it, Mrs. North.
When I turn off the lights, you'll both be dead.
Mr. Chadwick, you wouldn't dare go through with this.
Wouldn't I?
I have a great deal at stake, Mrs. North, but you don't seem to understand.
Be quiet.
There's no need to prolong this agony in the Sunni.
What are you doing?
Oh, you fool.
Why did you come here?
It's Gallagher.
So you're the connection we've been looking for.
I told you to be quiet.
Now keep your mouth shut.
For heaven's sake, Arthur, put that gun down.
Don't you know these people are working with the police?
I know very well what they're doing.
They found the locket that I stole from your father's hand.
Your locket, Faye.
What?
You were in such a hurry to get away.
You forgot the one piece of evidence that would send you to the chair.
The locket that your father pulled off your neck when you stabbed him.
Oh, no.
I didn't stab him, Arthur, and I wasn't wearing a locket.
You weren't wearing it?
No.
Well, then you didn't kill him.
And I thought...
Oh, never mind what you thought.
You've got to let these people go.
That's quite right, Miss Gallagher.
Drop that gun, Mr. Chadwick.
Drop the gun, Faye.
Yes, sir.
All right, Mr. Rosario, come in with your daughter now.
There won't be any fireworks.
For which I am much obliged.
If there is one thing I hate about Faye,
it is the worst.
Father, please let someone else do the talking.
No, Marcella, your father's the one who has to talk.
He holds the key to all this.
What key?
I am just simple fur trapper with big eyes and little brain.
I don't want anything from anybody.
Then why did you deny that you knew Mr. Gallagher?
Why did you deny being the bearded man in that picture we found in his scrapbook?
Because I am simple fur trapper.
And Mr. Chadwick told me to keep my trap shut.
Go on.
Well, I know Gallagher for a long time.
We were very good friends.
But when I come back from Alaska, I think I'm dying.
That is why I am a dafty's daughter.
Mr. Gallagher's daughter?
Marcella is Mr. Gallagher's daughter?
That is right.
Then who are you, Miss Gallagher?
She's a very bad actress named Faye Revere.
Arthur, no.
Well, you are, my dear.
I never would have cast you for the part of you
wanting the right agent and general description.
General description of what?
The daughter that Mr. Gallagher was looking for,
he advertised for her in the papers,
and I sent Faye to answer the advertises.
Must you tell them everything, Arthur?
Well, what difference does it make, dear?
The cat's out of the bag.
We can't collect the inheritance now.
Oh, I see.
You and Miss Revere had a deal to split Mr. Gallagher's fortune.
And when you found out that Marcella and her father were in town,
you tried to kill them both with those phony accidents.
That was Arthur's idea.
He thought Mr. Gallagher was on Marcella's trail.
And he was.
He went to a dressing room tonight.
So you killed him.
Oh, don't be absurd.
I haven't the stomach to stab a man.
Besides, it's obvious now who did stab him.
Who?
The man or woman who had the most to gain by Mr. Gallagher's death.
Marcella or Mr. Russo?
You lying snake!
I never...
And my friend.
I don't even know he is alive.
And you, Marcella, is this your locket?
Yes, but I wasn't wearing it.
Mr. Gallagher must have taken it from my dressing room.
Then why was the string broken?
If Mr. Gallagher didn't rip it from your throat,
the string would have been whole.
Oh, but the string was whole, Faye.
It was?
When Mr. Gallagher took it from Marcella's dressing room, it was whole.
You're the one who broke the string.
Are you crazy?
No.
You must have broken it, or you couldn't have known that it was broken.
You see, the locket has no string on it now.
And the only time you could have seen it was when you killed him
and broke the string to put the blame on Marcella.
You can't prove that.
Oh, I don't have to.
Marcella's neck proved it.
Why, of course, if that string had been ripped from her neck,
it would have left a mark, and there isn't any mark.
Exactly.
You killed Mr. Gallagher because you were afraid he'd discover his real daughter
and ruin your chance to inherit his millions.
With Mr. Gallagher out of the way, you had nothing to fear.
Nothing but the law, Pam.
Come on, Faye, it's getting late.
I did it, Jerry! I did it!
What did you do?
A figure eight!
Now that Marcella's been giving me lessons,
I can practically count up to a hundred.
That's good for you, darling.
Now, watch this, dear. I'm going to try a pirouette.
Ah, careful, Pam. That's not so easy.
Oh, I can do it.
Whoo! I'm doing it!
Say, you've come a long way since that first time we were here.
Well, I've been practicing, darling.
But I won't be happy until I've mastered a jump turn.
How's that go?
Like this. Whoo!
And, Pam, you did it!
Isn't it wonderful, Jerry?
Now I'm going to put on my skates and try it on the ice.
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