[instrumental music]
[music continues]
I killed him.
I had to kill him, I thought I'd be safe.
"Over and over the words droned through her mind."
"And yet, with a cold and horrible certainty
she knew that death was outside
and moving relentlessly toward her out of the night."
"Somehow, she forced her eyes
to turn toward the window."
"What horror she expected to see."
"What horror she expected..."
[dramatic music]
[inaudible]
[music continues]
- Porter. - Just a moment please, sir.
Take your bags, ma'am?
- Take your bags, ma'am? - Bags?
- We're almost at Grand Central. - Grand Central?
- What's wrong, lady? - I just saw a murder.
- Murder? - Murder, ou... out there.
Say, porter.
- How about my bags? - Bags?
Yes, we're pulling into Grand Central.
Grand Central?
Hey, what's the matter with you?
- We just saw a murder. - What?
In a building we passed, an old man was killed.
- With a razor. - No, with a crowbar.
The conductor! I've got to find the conductor.
- Thank you, sir. - Oh, conductor.
If we entered this tunnel at 9:13
I mean 12:13, my watch is still on San Francisco time.
And the rails go click-click
every two and a half seconds, see?
Click-click, we're crossing one now,
two and a half second.
And each rail is 21 feet long,
anyway, at 9:11, that is in San Francisco
if it's 12:13 here, it's, uh, 12:14 now.
Where were we?
Well, uh, I was on my way to the baggage car.
Oh, bu... but you don't seem to understand.
Grand Central.
- Man 1: Leaving on track five. - No.
Man 1: Louisville, Lime Falls...
- Man 1: Snowville... - No.
Good heavens, no. Merry Christmas, madam.
She must be on this train.
After all, it is the train from Chicago.
Seems to me it ought to be
the easiest thing in the world to meet a person.
Ah! Oh! Oh!
That'll only confuse her, sorry.
I am Haskell of the New York office.
She's never met me.
Matter of fact, I've never met her.
She's coming all the way from San Francisco to spend
the Christmas holidays with her Aunt Martha.
This is just a favor I'm doing for H.G. Yes.
- A fine chap H... - Excuse me.
It's quite alright.
He wired me, only the...
Miss Collins!
Miss Collins, I'm Haskell of the New York office.
See? White carnation.
- How do you do? - How do you do?
Your father ordered me to keep an eye on you.
And I assure you it'll be a pleasure, both eyes.
[chuckling]
Fine person H.G. In good health, I trust?
- Yes, thanks. - Splendid, splendid.
I've arranged a lovely apartment for you
at the Park Towers Hotel.
I do hope it'll be satisfactory.
I say
I say I do hope it'll be satisfactory.
Oh, yes. I'm sure it'll be, uh, uh, mister, uh...
Haskell, just think of the New York office.
Yes.
Now, Miss Collins, you must telephone
your Aunt Martha right away.
- We want a taxi immediately... - Right here.
Driver take me to the nearest...
Park Towers Hotel please.
Oh, um, oh, um... Oh, the radio.
- The what? Oh! - The radio.
Go ahead, driver.
The radio. Taxi!
- Taxi! - Young man!
What are you doing with my radio?
What?
- Park Towers Hotel? - Yes.
Oh, no, no, uh, take me to the nearest police station please.
Okay, lady, but they got better rooms at the Park Towers.
[instrumental music]
I'd like to report a murder please.
Okay.
Look, could you come back tomorrow, miss? It's my day off.
You don't seem to understand, I want to report a murder.
- I just saw a man Killed. - Tomorrow please.
Now you listen to me, I'm a citizen,
I've just seen a murder committed,
and if you don't wanna report it,
I'll report you.
Just a minute, miss.
Get me Inspector Quillan, homicide.
If you knew the cranks we have to put up with...
Oh, hello, inspector, this is Brennan.
I got a dame here, says she's just seen a murder.
Oh, I'll ask her, inspector.
- Who was murdered? - I don't know his name.
She don't know his name.
I'll find out, inspector. Where did the murder take place?
- Right outside my window. - Right outside her window.
Oh, uh, just, hold on, inspector.
- Where do you live? - San Francisco.
San Fran...
Well, n-- never mind, inspector, I'll, I'll call you back.
Miss, New York on Saturday night is full of murders.
Why do you have to bother me about one
that happened in San Francisco?
But this murder didn't happened in San Francisco,
it happened right here, I saw it through a train window,
there were two men in the room, one had a crowbar
or something that looks like a crowbar,
the other was an old man wearing an overcoat
an... and bedroom slippers.
The first man held the crowbar over
the old man's head like this.
I'm sure I can identify the body...
Just a minute.
"The Case of the Headless Bride."
Oh? Bet that's exciting, huh? Full of murders.
- Yes, yes, uh, ten people. - My, my.
Did anybody in this book go to jail for malfeasance?
- For what? - Malfeasance.
That's making up a murder and taking it to the police.
- Now, get out of here, miss. - But, officer...
And the next time you dream up a mystery
let him solve it. I'm too busy.
I'll find someone to listen to me.
[instrumental music]
And that'll never stay on.
But, H.G., I assure you, I...
Put those things on that chair.
But, H.G... But, H.G...
Most decidedly, H.G. Absolutely.
I did meet her at the train, I did.
I don't know, I turned my back for one moment and she'd gone.
Disappeared, vanished into thin air.
Then... Here she is now, H.G., right here.
Yes. San Francisco, it's your father, he's furious.
- [chuckles] What happened? - Oh, your radio.
- Oh, I've had a terrible time. - That isn't my radio.
H.G. on phone: Where the devil have you been, Nikki?
What's happening?
Why, daddy darling,
I do believe you're angry.
You've been quarreling with someone.
Did Mr. Haskins say something to annoy you?
Haskell.
Oh, but he didn't lose me, I ran away from him.
But, daddy, I had to. He was stealing a radio.
Now, daddy darling, don't you worry about me.
I promise I'll go to bed early,
I won't talk to any strange men...
And I'll call Aunt Martha
the first thing in the morning, yes.
I love you, daddy, bye.
Miss Collins, do you have the audacity to say that.
I, Haskell of the New York office, stole a radio?
- Well, didn't you? - Oh, really?
Miss Collins, when you said, "Oh, the radio," and I turned,
you knew perfectly well...
- You poor man. That eye. - Oh!
[clicks tongue] Oh, it must hurt terribly.
It is agony, sheer agony.
We must do something to get that swelling down.
I know, something cold.
Ah, you just hold this against your eye for a few minutes
and it'll feel much better.
- Against it? - That's right, yes.
- Oh, it is cold. - Yes, it is.
- Very comfortable. - That's fine.
Operator, I'd like to get the telephone number
of a Mr. Morgan, a Mr. Wayne Morgan.
You mean that mystery writing person?
- Is he a friend of yours? - Unh-unh!
I need his help, it's about a murderer.
I have to get in touch with him.
[chuckles] Murderer indeed, pardon me.
Your father told the whole office
how you uncovered a spy in San Francisco.
Well, he had no right hanging around the Golden Gate Bridge.
- So you had him arrested. - Certainly I had him arrested.
He had buck teeth just like a Jap.
Well, buck teeth or not buck teeth,
that man was a member of the FBI.
Uh, operator, cancel that call.
Now, you are not going to telephone the mystery writer.
Once again, Roger's nimble brain had come to the rescue.
Little did Count Cuchini realize
that the deadly weapon Roger
had pressed into his back... was only...
- A pipe. - A pipe.
How did you know?
Oh, Mr. Morgan, in all your books you...
Never mind.
Roger smiled.
He was quite handsome, this fearless young man.
- Handsome? - Quite.
He had, uh
piercing blue eyes, strong white teeth,
and a bulldog chin that typified
strength and determination.
No?
Roger's chin, though some people might call it weak,
typified far more strength and determination
than the proverbial bulldog variety.
- As Roger stepped back... - Excuse me, Mr. Morgan.
There's a young lady outside, the same one
that's been trying to see you for three days.
Oh, later, Maxwell.
As Roger stepped back,
the sitting room door behind him slowly opened.
A shot rang out.
Then the shattering of glass, Roger clutched his side.
Blood, he fell to the floor.
[yawns]
Dead?
No, wounded.
Roger raised himself to one elbow.
He must get help. Of course, the phone.
Despite the pain Roger dragged himself across the floor.
The phone!
He must get to the phone.
[clears throat]
- My name is Nikki Collins. - How do you do?
Where was I?
You had just been shot in the sitting room.
Oh, yes.
Later at the hospital, Roger
Mr. Morgan, y... you've got to help me.
- It's about a murder. - Later at the hospital, Ro...
- Murder? - Yes.
It was on a train, at night.
- Good. Very good. - It was snowing.
I looked out the window and saw a man killed, I
No, no, you looked in a window and saw a man killed,
out the window is been done.
But this isn't a story, it happened.
And instead of a man, make a woman.
A mangled, life...
- It happened? - Yes.
Oh, Mr. Morgan, you know all about murders.
- If you could... - Go to the police.
- But the police... - The police! Miss Fletcher.
Later at the hospital, Roger had but one thought
he must return to the scene of the crime.
- That's it. - What's it?
The scene of the crime.
I've got to locate the scene of the crime.
Oh, I knew you wouldn't disappoint me.
But we've got to work fast before my father finds out.
- Uh, excuse me. - Joyce.
I've been trying to call you all...
Who was that?
I never saw her before in my life.
- Type that up. - Tear it up?
Type it up.
Believe me, darling, I... I never saw her before in my life.
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[music continues]
[train whistle blowing]
[train chugging]
Hey, look, we're seeing things.
A dame.
- Give you a lift, miss? - Thanks.
Just a minute.
- There you are. - Thanks.
What you looking for, lady?
A room, been looking all afternoon.
Got an extra one at my house.
The one I'm looking for has a dead man in it.
Come on.
[instrumental music]
Excuse me, miss.
Wayne
Wayne darling, do you want to see me
on the screen or don't you?
I'm sorry, dear, thanks.
The doorman's wife just had twins.
- Newsreel theater. - Yes, sir.
[horn blaring]
Mr. Morgan!
Taxi.
Follow that car.
Woman on speaker: And who have we here,
lending her graceful charm to our beauty parade?
If it isn't lovely Joyce Williams.
You see? It's on already.
Woman on speaker: Miss Cafe Society of last year
has the latest fashion problems right in the palm of her hand.
No wonder Miss Williams has that big smile on her face.
What girl wouldn't, wearing this exclusive creation by Doucet?
The puppet master pulls the strings
and other members of the younger set pass in review.
Psst!
Woman on speaker: This nonchalant ensemble changed...
Excuse me, please.
Mr. Morgan.
Mr. Morgan...
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Mr. Morgan... Oh
Mr. Morgan, I've got to talk to you.
Shh!
Excuse me.
- How annoying. - I'm sorry.
- Darling, who is that? Nikki: Mr. Morgan...
- Shh! - Shh!
Who is that?
- No one, dear. - Well, see what she wants.
- What do you want? - I couldn't find it.
- Couldn't find what? - The scene of the crime.
- Not now. - But you promised to help me.
I didn't say I'd help you.
I didn't say I'd help her, go away.
Young man, please.
- I'll see you tomorrow. Wayne: What?
- I'll see you tomorrow. - Shh!
- What? - She'll see you tomorrow!
- Shh! - Shh!
Man on speaker: The entire nation this week mourns
the untimely death of Josiah Waring
world famous ship magnate,
here seen in his last public appearance.
Josiah Waring, whose rise from steeplejack
to head of a great industrial empire
was ironically terminated
when he fell to his death from a stepladder
at his Long Island estate.
That's him.
Man on speaker: Here we see him at the launching
of a few of the hundreds of vessels
built by the Waring shipyards, passenger liners
destroyers
Mr. Morgan, that's the man...
- Oh, excuse me. - Now, stop this.
- Excuse me. - Alright, look here...
Woman 1: Oh, please.
- That's the man... - Sit down!
Mr. Morgan, that's the man I saw murdered from the train.
It can't be, Josiah Waring died in Long Island.
They could've carried the body there.
It was in all the papers.
He was trimming his Christmas tree and fell off a stepladder.
It could've been a crowbar, we've got to investigate.
- Shh. - I've had enough of this.
Oh, lady, sit down, will you, please?
- Shh! - Shh!
Oh.
Mr. Morgan...
But, Joyce, believe me, darling,
I never saw her before in my life.
Mr. Morgan, wait a minute.
Man on speaker: This was his home on Long Island,
the Willows.
The only newsreel shot ever taken
of this magnificent estate.
Beyond this fence, in utter seclusion...
[instrumental music]
[owl hooting]
[intense music]
[humming]
[humming continues]
[howling at distance]
♪ Pop goes the wea... ♪♪
[howling continues]
[dog barking]
Go away. Go home.
[growling]
Shoo! Shoo!
[growling]
Nice doggy, there...
[barking]
Nice doggy.
[door closes]
[intense music]
Good evening, Mr. Waring.
- What's the matter with them? - I don't know.
Duke. Spike.
[exhales]
Duke, Spike, come here, come here.
Come here, come right here. Good boy.
A fine way to receive guests.
They were just playing, they like pretty girls.
Their father must've been part wolf.
- Say, how did you get... - There's no need to apologize.
Of course you're sorry, you should be.
These dogs are vicious, they're dangerous.
Why didn't somebody tell me about them
when I came through that gate over there?
- And... - I'll bet I know who you are.
- Oh, you do? - You're Margo Martin, right?
You sing at the Circus, right?
And you're here tonight because you think...
[barking]
Uncle Josiah's fortune, right?
- Are you worried, Miss Martin? - Oh, uh... uh, 1... the dogs.
Danny, call the dogs.
[whistles]
You see? Nothing to it.
You'd think I'd be used to animals from the circus.
- They have animals there? - Oh, yes.
At a nightclub?
Oh, it's a... Oh, well, yes, yes. The, uh...
The head waiter has a, has a Pekingese.
Put them back in their kennel.
And the next time you let them out
I didn't let them out, Mr. Waring, stop it.
First I knew they were out,
I heard them barking in the garden.
Waring: Don't let it happen again.
[intense music]
Not very cozy, is it?
Could stand a woman's touch.
- By the way, I'm Arnold. - Arnold?
Arnold Waring, the old boy's nephew.
Oh, yes, yes, of course, I should've known.
Why? We've never met.
Oh, well, um, well that's what I meant.
Of course we've never met.
I should've known, you're, you're Arnold.
Arnold: Aren't you going to take your coat off?
No, you better not, this place is like a tomb.
[music continues]
[indistinct chatter]
- Man 2: Or government bonds... - Hey you...
Oh, there you are.
Ladies and gentlemen, Margo Martin.
How do you do?
They won't bite you,
I don't think there's a good set of teeth in the room.
You'll be alright.
Sit down, Miss Martin.
Scandalous.
Where have you been?
- Oh, I just... - Miss Martin...
Now that we're all here, I will continue.
And to the heir or heirs thereof, I do here by give...
My compliments to the old gentleman.
Pardon?
You're not quite what I expected.
I'm not?
My uncle had very bad taste,
you're good taste.
- Thank you. - Ahem!
My Aunt Charlotte, she'll say, "Jonathan."
Jonathan.
Go on, Mr. Wiggam.
"To my dearly beloved nephew
Arnold Waring, whose loyalty and devotion
I heartily reciprocated
I bequeath the large and munificent sum of..."
One dollar.
"One dollar."
"And to my other dearly beloved nephew Jonathan Waring"
who expected nothing from me in life
I bequeath the legal equivalent of nothing, one dollar.”
Aren't you disappointed?
On the contrary,
he once threatened to cut me out of his will entirely.
[Charlotte clears throat]
"The rest, residue and remainder of my estate,
including... 3000 shares of common stock
or full controlling interest
in Waring Industries Incorporated..."
Danny...
- Does, uh, the boss know? - Is he blind?
"And also including the real property
on 52nd Street, New York City
on which stands a building generally known
as the Circus Club
where I spent many a happy evening,
I leave to my dearly beloved fiancee.
"Miss Margo Martin..."
Why, Aunt Charlotte, slapping our only rich relative...
Uncle Josiah's dearly beloved fiancee.
Young woman, how long has this been going on?
- Oh I-I... - Answer me, how long?
Please, she's on the verge of tears.
Poor Aunt Charlotte.
[crying]
You got to understand, I'm sorry.
Well, I'll be alright in a minute.
Jonathan, come back here.
I'm disappointed in you, auntie.
Really, you should learn to control yourself.
Mr. Wiggam, let us continue.
Wiggam: "I, Josiah Waring, in the city of New York,
state of New York..."
[intense music]
[instrumental music]
[intense music]
[clattering]
Mr. Saunders...
"It is also my wish that the estate consisting of 67 acres
known as the Willows, become the property
of said above mentioned Margo Martin."
Blood?
[intense music]
That dame, you know she's in the old man's room.
If anybody asks you about her, she's left.
[intense music]
Wiggam: Mr. Saunders. Mr. Saunders.
Where are they?
Isn't somebody calling you, Mr. Saunders?
Where are they?
I mean, that is your name, isn't it?
Because if it is
Saunders, I mean, then, then somebody is calling you
and I think maybe you'd better...
He's up here! Mr. Saunders is up here.
Wiggam: Mr. Saunders, where the devil are you?
Alright.
Jonathan, wrap your throat up.
You know how easily you catch cold.
Yes, Aunt Charlotte. I'll meet you at the car.
Haven't you forgotten something?
Aren't you gonna kiss me, Aunt Charlotte?
[chuckles]
Nobody loves me.
Mr. Wiggam, will you please inform that woman
that this house that has been ours for so many year
does not become her property until tomorrow.
Oh, come now, Aunt Charlotte, lots of people
open their presents on Christmas eve.
Would you like a lift back to town?
Oh, yes, yes, thank you.
Wiggam: Mr. Saunders, could I see you a moment?
I'd like to talk to you about the Waring securities.
Yes, they're in the safe, I believe.
I'll send them to your office.
I'll turn the car around. Now, don't run away again.
[intense music]
Uh, you forgot your gloves.
Oh, yes.
Would you like a lift back to town?
Your brother is already asked me.
You'd be much safer with me.
I'm sure you're both gentlemen.
My brother is irresponsible.
I'll bet I have my dollar long
after his is slipped through his fingers.
- You know, wine, women song. - Bad investments.
May I see you again sometime, Miss Martin?
- Oh, really... - May 1?
- Jonathan. - Excuse me. Goodbye.
Merry Christmas.
[intense music]
Looking for something?
No, I, I mean
Mr. Saunders: Danny!
Arnold: All set?
[intense music]
Goodbye, it was awfully nice to have met you,
both of you.
Get in on this side, Miss Martin.
It, uh, seems to have stopped snowing.
She's got them.
What if he finds out?
Think you could get those slippers, Danny?
What do you think?
Take my car.
[intense music]
Thank you very much, Mr. Waring, uh, goodbye.
We are going to see each other again, you know.
- Are we? - Oh, yes. Goodbye, Miss Martin.
Goodbye, I mean...
Oh, when you said we were going to see each other again,
did that mean we were going to because, well, I mean... When?
Jonathan: Maybe I can come to the Circus Club
and hear you sing some night.
Oh, that's what I mean,
you come to the Circus Club and...
Oh! Oh, well, um, goodbye.
I'll be seeing you.
[exhales]
But really, inspector, there must be something you can do.
There must be, I? Oh, well, no, nothing, I've been too busy.
Tomorrow is Christmas, you know.
Miss Collins has been missing since this morning.
Oh, I've no idea. No, she comes up to about here on me.
To about here, to my chin.
My chin. Oh, well of course, how could you?
Well, she's about five feet five,
blond hair, gray eyes...
- Blue eyes. - Are they?
Oh, blue. Blue eyes.
- A 115 pounds. - 110.
A hundred and... My word, it's you.
Inspector, it's her, uh, it's she, never mind.
- Well, really? - Merry Christmas, Mr. Haskell.
Merry Christmas, Miss Collins, I've been frantic.
Your father's been calling you from San Francisco all evening.
- Nikki: Oh, my. - Precisely.
First he telephoned the hotel and you weren't here,
then he called your Aunt Martha and you weren't there.
Then I call...
Oh-ho.
Men's bedroom slippers.
- Where did you get those? - These?
- Those. - I found them.
- You found them? - On the street.
On the street?
You picked them up? Miss Collins?
Yes. It's good luck to find shoes on the street.
Uh, you know, um...
Find shoes before dawn
uh, have luck on the morn.
- You never heard of that? - Never.
I've heard find a penny in the well,
and all your troubles disappear.
No, it's a rhyme, find a penny...
Well, it's the same thing only with shoes.
- It is? - Yes.
- Oh, it's a superstition. - That's right.
Oh, I see.
Now, Miss Collins, this is
the present for your Aunt Martha...
Alright, I'll wrap it.
And this little gift is for you
from Santa Claus.
Of the New York office?
[chuckles]
[telephone ringing]
Hello? Yes? Oh, no operator, no, no, no.
No one here asked for the address
of the Circus Club, no.
No, must've been someone else.
And, operator, how about that San Francisco call?
Miss Collins is here now.
Oh, I see. Oh, keep trying, won't you?
Miss Collins, all the San Francisco lines are busy
but the operator will call.
Nikki: Thank you. See you in the morning, Mr. Haskell.
Thank you, Miss Collins and pleasant dreams,
find some shoes...
Does have a familiar sound that shoe poem.
Find some shoes upon the lawn
and you'll
be lucky...
[intense music]
I know, Mr. Morgan, but, but it's very important.
But you've got to come over.
It's about...
But, Mr. Morgan, please.
Miss Collins, I don't care, I don't care...
Wayne...
Yes, dear. Oh, it fits beautifully.
I don't care what it's about. I'm not coming to your hotel.
Wayne! Darling, this is heavenly.
Oh, shut up.
Pardon, dear.
Miss Collins, I'll give you fair warning.
- I'm going to... - But you can't hang up on me.
Wayne: I'm not coming to your apartment.
But...
[indistinct chatter on phone]
But you got to come over, Mr. Morgan.
There's a man in my apartment.
Oh, he's got a gun.
He's coming closer and closer.
Oh, don't shoot, please don't shoot!
[screams]
Wayne: Hello, Miss Co...
[telephone ringing]
Nikki: Hello?
Oh, yes, operator, put the call through right away,
will you, please?
Hello, daddy, Merry Christmas.
I'm sorry I wasn't here when you...
Oh, you did?
[chuckles]
It's so Christmas-sy here, daddy,
it's cold and windy and, and it's snowing..
How is it there?
Sunny all day. Oh, that's terrible.
Yes.
Yes, daddy.
No, I don't mind, I'd love to, daddy.
Yes, daddy.
♪ Silent night ♪
♪ Holy night ♪
♪ All is calm ♪
♪ All is bright ♪
♪ Round yon virgin ♪
♪ Mother and child ♪
♪ Holy infant ♪
♪ So tender and mild ♪
♪ Sleep in heavenly ♪
♪ Peace ♪
♪ Sleep in heavenly ♪
♪ Peace ♪
♪ Silent night ♪
♪ Holy night ♪
♪ Son of God ♪
♪ Love's pure light ♪
♪ Radiant beams ♪
♪ From thy holy face ♪
♪ With the dawn ♪
♪ Of redeeming grace ♪
♪ Jesus Lord ♪
♪ At thy birth ♪
♪ Jesus Lord ♪
♪ At thy birth ♪♪
Thank you, daddy.
Yes, I'll call you tomorrow night,
same time.
Yes, daddy, Mr. Haskell put them all under the tree.
I'm gonna open them in the morning.
Goodnight, daddy.
[intense music]
[Haskell groaning]
[upbeat music]
And now, suppose we call the house detective.
- Suppose we don't. - Stick them up.
That's a pipe.
See?
Now call the house detective.
[groaning]
[grunts]
[clamoring]
Let me up, stop it. Stop it.
- Oh, hello. - Hello.
Mr. Haskell, Mr. Morgan. Mr. Morgan, Mr. Haskell.
- How do you do? - How do you do?
Mr. Wayne Morgan?
Mr. Morgan, are you in the habit
of visiting strange young women uninvited?
- Yes, if necessary. - In the middle of the night?
- Yes, if her life is in danger. - Wearing pajamas?
- Who's wearing pajamas? - Aren't you?
Oh, yes.
Mr. Morgan didn't come here uninvited, I asked him over.
You asked him?
Of course, there was a man in her room.
Oh, no, I just made that up to get you over here.
There was no man in my room.
- Then who hit me on the head? - He did.
Oh, no, wait a minute, I was hit on the head too.
There was no man in my...
Oh, I know, you hit each other on the head.
He didn't hit me,
I was hit by a total stranger with a slipper.
Believe me, there...
With a slipper? Wayne: Yes.
And you call yourself a detective storywriter.
You deliberately let that man
hit you on the head and get away.
- But I... - Those slippers meant...
Well, they meant just everything, that's all.
I lost a brand new overcoat,
why is she so upset about a pair of slippers?
Oh, she thinks they're good luck.
- Oh? - Oh, yes, you know.
Find shoes before the dawn and you'll be lucky.
Miss Collins? Miss Collins?
Where'd she go?
I don't know, but I know where I'm going.
Or is it, find shoes amid the corn.
And you'll be lucky in the dawn,
or in the morn or on the
Mr. Morgan...
[instrumental music]
Has Margo gone on yet?
Not yet, she's in her dressing room.
Thank you.
[music continues]
Pardon me, I'm looking for Margo's dressing room.
It's just around the corner, honey,
the first door to the left.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
[chuckles] Nice? Very nice.
I never could stand that trick mirror.
Temper, temper.
[mumbling]
That window.
Old Mr. Waring had the most fantastic ideas.
Will you stop talking about him?
Temper, temper.
Get out and leave me alone.
I'll never forget the night he had this installed.
You were out there and he was in here.
And you couldn't see him but he could see you.
- Temper, temper. - Idiot.
Want a light?
Miss Martin, you don't know me.
That's right, I don't.
And you don't know what I'm doing here.
What are you doing here?
As a matter of fact, you've never
seen me before in your whole life.
We covered that.
Good.
Now we're getting somewhere.
Miss Martin, what did that sign mean?
Margo closing tonight?
It means I'm getting out of here tomorrow.
Oh.
But you're getting out now.
I wouldn't throw away the picture of a man
who just left me a million dollars.
Who told you how much I was left?
Who told you?
Say, you, uh, better stick around.
I'd like to have you meet some friends of mine.
Oh, I'd be glad to.
Oh, just make yourself at home.
Sit down and take it easy.
Thank you.
Oh, it's a mirror.
You see, Miss Martin, I know a lot of things
about you that you don't know
know that I know.
For instance, I know...
Margo: Look, kid, I got a show to do now.
I've got to change.
- Miss Martin? - Oh, hello.
Why didn't you tell me you were closing tonight?
I had to hear you.
- Thank you, Mr. Waring. - Not Mr. Waring, Arnold.
Well, I'll, uh, I'll see you out there.
Later on we'll have a drink together
and a nice little chat.
And you'll tell us all you know
and... we'll tell you all we know,
and everything will be fine.
Where'd you get those?
Oh, um, these are just some flowers for you.
Who from?
Oh, uh...
I, I guess the card is in the box.
Look, kid, if you don't mind, I'd like to open my own flowers.
Margo: Hey, hey, open up.
What is this? Hey, open up.
Let me out.
- Matches? - Thanks.
- Well, you forgive me? - This is wonderful.
Let's quarrel again next Friday night.
I'm dying to go to the Stork club.
Well, you forgive me?
- You've said that. - Oh, did 1?
I'd better call mother and let her know where we are.
- Be a dear and get a table. - Right.
Waiter, when does Miss Margo Martin go on?
Oh. Never mind.
Wayne: Psst! Miss Collins...
Please get out of here, you'll spoil everything.
- Why didn't you tell me? - Shh!
Why didn't you tell me you were Margo?
- I'm not Margo, please go. - I've got bus
I've got business here and I'm staying.
- You're staying? - Yes.
- You won't go? - No.
Alright.
[applause]
[instrumental music]
♪ Give me a little kiss ♪
♪ Will you huh? ♪
♪ What are you gonna miss ♪
♪ Will you huh? ♪
♪ Gosh oh gee ♪
♪ Why do you refuse? ♪
♪ I can't see ♪
♪ What you got to lose ♪
♪ Give me a little squeeze ♪
♪ Will you huh? ♪
♪ Why do you wanna make me blue? ♪?
♪ I wouldn't say a word ♪
♪ If I were asking for the world ♪
♪ But what's a little kiss ♪
♪ Between a fella and his girl ♪
♪ Oh give me a little kiss ♪
♪ Will you huh? ♪
♪ And I'll give it right back ♪
♪ To you ♪
♪ Give me a little kiss will you huh? ♪?
♪ What are you gonna miss will you huh? ♪?
♪ Gosh oh gee why do you refuse? ♪
♪ I can't see what you got to lose ♪
♪ Oh give me a little squeeze will you huh? ♪?
♪ Why do you wanna make me blue? ♪?
♪ I wouldn't say a word ♪
♪ If I were asking for the world ♪
♪ But what's a little kiss ♪
♪ Between a fella and his girl ♪
♪ Oh give me a little kiss ♪
♪ Will you huh? ♪
♪ And I'll give it right back ♪
♪ To you ♪♪
[applause]
Now, Miss Martin, if you're going to play games
with the customers, remember I sent you the flowers.
Sit down, I feel kind of lonely here.
So I say, "Miss Martin, Aunt Charlotte is here"
"to apologize," is that it?
Aunt Charlotte is here to explain,
I'll not apologize to that woman.
Well, then, what are we here for?
I'll not apologize.
Well, then I'll say...
"Miss Martin, Aunt Charlotte is here
because she thinks she acted a bit hastily."
That's better.
Aunt Charlotte, haven't you forgotten something?
Hmm.
- Thanks. - Mr. Wiggam.
Will it be alright if I take in a movie for about an hour?
- Why, certainly. - Thank you, sir.
But, darling, I assure you I can explain.
I know, you never saw her before in your life.
- Oh, Joyce, please. - Taxi.
Please let me explain.
What's the matter? You blind?
Oh, alright, explain.
I'm sorry but there's nothing to explain.
Your taxi, madam.
Oh, you men.
[instrumental music]
Hello, Danny, Merry Christmas.
A couple of sandwiches on rye and a cup of coffee.
I'll be down there after I've seen the boss.
Right, Danny.
Margo: I didn't want to get in on this in the first place.
It was your idea, everything was your idea.
Sure, don't worry, everything is going to be alright.
- It's fine for you to say. - You'll do as you're told.
But I tell you, he's outside.
I'm not going to. I don't want any part of it.
Danny: Hey, boss.
[sobbing]
Okay.
If you get scared, lock yourself up again.
Well? You got them?
Good.
And whenever he was in town, your uncle would
always take me to that little Italian place.
You know how he was about spaghetti.
But he hated spaghetti.
Oh, well, oh, he'd be furious after we got there.
- Miss Martin... - As a matter of fact, he...
You're wanted in your dressing room.
Oh, excuse me.
- Say, wait a minute. - Keep moving, sis.
- You know I'm not Margo. - Tell it to the manager.
Oh...
[clears throat]
Good evening, Miss Collins. Sit down.
Go on, sit down.
Since you started meddling you found out quite a lot.
You know that Josiah Waring's death was no accident, eh?
You know he was murdered.
You're a very clever young woman.
But you should be more careful.
If you were to meet with an accident, no one would
I'm not afraid of you, Mr. Saunders,
and do you know why, why I'm not afraid of you?
Mr. Saunders: No, Miss Collins, why?
Because right now, at this very minute,
a pair of slippers are on their way to the police.
A pair of bloodstained slippers which will prove
Josiah Waring was murdered.
You seem frightened, Mr. Saunders.
You're saying to yourself,
"The jig is up, I've got to get away."
And you're right, there's only one thing for you to do.
Give yourself up, tell everything
or else...
Make a run for it.
No, you don't.
I'll take that coat.
Nikki: The slippers?
This way, Mr. Morgan.
- We can get out through here. - I'm a little mixed up.
- What about? - Aren't you on their side?
- I'm on your side. - But you're Margo.
Oh, no. I just took her place.
You took my place and you can keep it.
And good luck.
Oh, that's Margo.
I knew you'd understand.
You see, these slippers are the only proof
that Josiah Waring was murdered.
I'm gonna take them to the police.
Oh, I hope I haven't caused you too much trouble.
Miss Collins
we first met at 10 o'clock this morning, didn't we?
Yes.
Since that time, you've had me
thrown out of a newsreel theater,
chasing around Manhattan in my pajamas on Christmas eve,
conked on the head by a total stranger,
robbed of my favorite overcoat,
and my fiancee, whom I've begged to forgive me
twice a day for the last three years,
will undoubtedly never
let me beg her to forgive me again.
But the evening is young,
you probably haven't even got rolling yet.
So I think I'll stick around.
Oh, that's very sweet of you,
but I can handle this alone.
Everything is alright now.
- I'll take those slippers. - Oh, no, you don't.
- Stick them up. - That's a pipe.
[audience applauding]
[instrumental music]
Psst! Psst! Ms. Martin, come here.
I can't, I have to go.
- Hello. - Oh, hello.
I've been looking all over for you.
I wanted to find you before you joined the clan.
- Oh... - Mm.
I always thought a circus was kid stuff.
- But I really... - Shall we take the shortcut?
Ms. Martin, Aunt Charlotte is here tonight to apologize.
She feels she acted a bit, a bit absentmindedly.
- Absentmindedly? - Yes.
You see, she forgot that you'd been left all the money.
Now, Arnold has an excellent memory, he didn't forget.
Oh. Oh, oh. I see.
And, uh, are you after my money too?
After you, I'm after your money.
They're dancing.
You wouldn't think his uncle had just passed away.
Another Martini please.
- And put a black olive in it. - Yes, sir.
You know, Aunt Charlotte doesn't like this.
I don't like Aunt Charlotte.
Not liking Aunt Charlotte could become a national pastime.
But I think we'd better face it.
I don't like it.
That guy really worked on me.
Mr. Saunders: Danny, come here.
Look where she is.
Gee, right under his nose.
- Lucky we got the slippers. - We haven't.
Where are they?
Right under his nose.
You see, what Aunt Charlotte really means...
Never mind.
And you see,
since the Long Island estate has been ours...
At least sentimentally.
Of course, legally we could contest.
Mr. Wiggam, it is not our wish to go to court.
- No, we might lose. - Please.
You see, we, we thought, that is, we felt that
under the circumstances, you might allow it
to remain in the family.
Someone wishes to speak with you.
Excuse me, please.
Hello?
Miss Collins, this is Wayne Morgan.
I'm calling from the phone booth near the bandstand.
Can you see me?
- Oh, yes, I can see... - Shh. Be careful.
- I'm, I'm your girlfriend. - Oh. Oh, yes.
Oh, hello, Emily.
Now listen, don't let anyone at your table
see those slippers, anyone.
But... but, Emily...
- But, Emily, I... - Don't talk.
The murderer is one of the men at your table.
At my table? Oh?
- Ah, oh, uh, oh, no, Myrtle. - Emily.
Emily. Ah, uh, no, Emily.
You, um, you didn't leave your purse at my table.
I've got to see you, don't worry about the chauffeur.
I knocked him out and took his revolver, now...
Hello? Hello?
Hello?
Take him downstairs.
Dave.
Okay.
Oh, well, I think I'd better...
Really, Miss Martin, if the Willows were allowed
to remain in the family,
we should all be deeply grateful.
Oh, you can keep the house.
Psst! Better get back, Margo, it's time for your next number.
Oh, uh, I'm afraid that I
Miss Martin, you're very generous.
You've no idea what this means.
Oh. Oh, that's alright.
If, uh, if there's anything else you want,
why, you just ask for it.
You don't have to thank me. Well, see you later.
There's something very strange about that young woman.
Did you have to dance with her?
Yes, and I liked it.
Jealous, Aunt Charlotte?
Mr. Saunders: Miss Collins.
Give me those slippers.
[instrumental music]
Danny: When you come to, you can help yourself
to the brandy.
[audience cheering]
[instrumental music]
Mr. Morgan?
[Morgan groans]
Mr. Morgan, are you alright?
Oh, why does my head hurt?
Well, that's where he hit you.
- But I knocked him out. - Then he knocked you out.
Oh, you shouldn't have come back here.
But I had to, I couldn't go away and leave you...
Shh!
Danny?
- Danny, have you got him? - Right here, boss.
Don't worry about the slippers, I hid them.
Shh.
Hey.
Get out of here, I'll meet you out front.
[grunting]
[glass shattering]
Take it easy, Goldilocks.
Just make yourself at home. I'll be back in a minute.
[glass shattering]
Man 3: Margo! Margo! Where's Margo? She's on.
[cat mews]
It's no use.
Man 3: Night and Day next, Night and Day.
[audience applauding]
[instrumental music]
♪ Like the beat beat beat of the tom-tom ♪
♪ When the jungle shadows fall ♪
♪ Like the tick tick tock of the stately clock ♪
♪ As it stands against the wall ♪
♪ Like the drip drip drip of the raindrops ♪
♪ When the summer shower is through ♪
♪ So a voice within me keeps repeating ♪
♪ You you ♪
♪ You ♪
♪ Night and day ♪
♪ You are the one ♪
♪ Only you ♪
4 Beneath the moon and under the sun ♪
4 Whether near to me or far ♪
4 It's no matter darling where you are ♪
♪ I think of you ♪
4 Night and day ♪
♪ Day and night ♪
♪ Why is it so ♪
♪ That this longing for you ♪
♪ Follows wherever I go ♪
♪ In the roaring traffic's boom ♪
♪ In the silence of my lonely room ♪
♪ I think of you ♪
♪ Night and day ♪
♪ Under the hide of me ♪
♪ There's an oh such a hungry v yearning ♪
♪ Burning inside of me ♪
♪ And its torment won't be through ♪
♪ 'Til you let me spend my life ♪
♪ Making love to you ♪
♪ Day and night ♪
♪ Night and day ♪
♪ Night and ♪
♪ Day ♪♪
[audience applauding]
- Balloon? - Yeah.
[laughing]
[gunshots]
[indistinct chatter]
- He's dead. - Who is it?
- The manager. - Saunders.
You can't go back to your hotel, you won't be safe.
I know, we're going to your place.
- Oh. - I have to get the slippers.
Cover the place, boys.
Oh. Um, my slippers, I forgot them.
Hey, lady...
[instrumental music]
[snoring]
My, my.
[music continues]
Oh.
[music continues]
Maxwell: Good morning, Ms. Fletcher.
Hello, Maxwell.
Well.
I just came up and there he was.
Mm.
Hmm...
[instrumental music]
Oh.
- Hello. - Good morning, Ms. Collins.
It's alright, Maxwell.
Everything's fine.
Everything is fine.
We... we're working on a murder together.
- Fletcher: Oh? - Yeah, I stayed here all night.
- Oh? - Yes, it...
It was safer than going home.
[snoring]
I don't doubt it.
Does he always snore like that?
I am his secretary.
[doorbell ringing]
His fiancee.
No, not that way, upstairs.
[instrumental music]
Mr. Morgan. Oh, Mr. Morgan.
Please wake up.
Oh, but you've got to wake up. Mr. Morgan.
Oh.
Maxwell: Mr. Morgan ain't home just now.
I'm sorry. I can't let you in.
But I ain't supposed to let anyone in
without Mr. Morgan's permission.
Young man, I don't care to argue with you,
I am Haskell of the New York office.
I demand admission.
Mr. Morgan?
Oh, there you are.
Why you, you...
Where is she?
Snoring won't get you anyplace.
Come, come, come. Where is she?
- Where's who? - Where's Miss Collins?
Oh, Miss Collins. Oh, she...
What makes you think she's here?
Haskell: She's not at her hotel.
She's not at her Aunt Martha's
and you are...
- Aha. - What?
I said, "Aha."
Mr. Morgan, why did you spend the night
on this couch, unless...
Wait a minute, I can explain everything.
- That's a bedroom, isn't it? - Yes, but...
And you expect me to believe that she's not in there?
Yes, no, I mean...
Look, I might as well tell you everything. I was...
Good morning, darling.
My secretary, Ms. Fletcher.
- How do you do? - How do you do?
- Your secretary? - We worked late.
Oh? Mm-hmm. Yes. Well, I'll be running along.
Oh, your secretary, of course, I understand.
Yes. That's how I met Mrs. Haskell.
I was her secretary.
- Maxwell: Mr. Morgan ain't in. - Well, goodbye.
Step aside, bud.
But I ain't supposed to let anybody in
without Mr. Morgan's permission.
Hey, you, do you recognize this?
It was found in the Circus Club last night.
- Yes, that's my coat. - That's the man.
- Why you... - You're under arrest.
- For what? - Suspicion of murder.
Nikki: Wait.
That's ridiculous.
Good morning, Miss Collins.
Mr. Morgan did not kill Mr. Saunders and I can prove it.
- I'll show you the slippers. - You just dropped one.
Oh, not those, Josiah Waring's bloodstained slippers
that will prove...
Where are they?
Looking for a pair of dirty old slippers, sir?
Yes, Maxwell.
Notice anything different?
Sure took a lot of elbow grease.
[instrumental music]
Good.
- Very good. Wayne: What's very good?
- That we're in jail. Wayne: That's good?
Of course, at last the police are interested.
Mm-hmm. I'll say they're interested.
The state of New York versus Wayne Morgan.
Do you realize that I'm under arrest for murder?
- Hm. Part of my plan. - Part of your...
Aren't you gonna ask what plan?
- I'm afraid to. - It's very simple.
All you have to do is tell the police
that you murdered Saunders.
They'll let me go, that will put the real murderer off guard
and I'll be able to trap him before they convict you. Well?
No, I couldn't let you take that chance.
Oh, but, Mr. Morgan, it would solve the whole case.
Trade you.
It's like one of your books. You know, the last chapter.
- I like that. - You do?
The last chapter, the end, the finish.
Roger, Roger smiled grimly,
for he knew he must die,
die bravely.
Die for a murder which he never committed.
That's wonderful.
And then suddenly, he thought of her.
- Of her? - Of...
- What's your name? - Nikki.
Wayne: And suddenly, he thought of Nikki.
Of the beautiful girl who had all unconsciously,
lured him to his death.
And then he knew.
He knew that, in spite of everything...
Yes?
Wayne: In spite of all she'd done...
Yes?
[keys clanking]
Haskell: There you are, Miss Collins.
Oh, I can't believe it, I simply can't believe it.
To think that a daughter of HG
would wind up in the big house.
Oh, this isn't the big house, Mr. Haskell,
it's more like their New York office.
Really, Miss Collins, well?
Must be one of these. Oh, here it is.
No, that isn't it.
See?
Murderer.
The goodness knows what your Aunt Martha
is going to think of me.
- Now you won't have to confess. - Thanks.
Oh, please don't worry, I'll get...
Haskell: Miss Collins!
HG's daughter chatting with a killer.
Now, I'm going to post your bail,
so you follow me very closely.
Here she comes now.
Haskell: Now, Miss Collins, if you just stay by me
everything will be alright.
There, you see? They're all gone.
You remain here for just a moment,
I'll get you out so fast they'll never even see you.
I'll use the old Haskell ♪ formation.
Grab it, Ted.
Now, gentlemen, you're just wasting your time,
Miss Collins refuses...
Big smile now, Mr. Haskell, big smile.
- No, no, no photographs. - Now look, Mr. Haskell.
I'll tell you, we've got to have a statement.
- Thank you, Miss Collins. - Thank you.
The crime pin-up girl of the year.
Gentlemen, no. You, you in the gray coat, put that camera away.
I must insist on no publicity, or HG would be horrified.
You in the gray camera, now put that coat away.
[clamoring]
Gentlemen, I must insist upon the return of those
exposed negatives immediately.
Come, thank you and you...
[laughing]
[indistinct chatter]
Oh!
How would you like to get out of here, Miss Collins?
- I'd love to but I... - I've already bailed you out.
Had a pretty tough session with the family last night.
They'd like to see you right away, that is
if you'd like to see the family.
Let's go.
Man 4. Goodbye. Man 5: Goodbye.
Man 6: Thank you very much, Mr. Haskell.
Officer, where is Miss Collins?
- Why, she's gone. - Gone?
- Why, I came to bail her out. - Oh, she's been bailed out.
That's impossible.
Miss Collins, come back to jail immediately.
Hey, Jim, come in here.
Uh, I'd like to post balil for Miss Nikki Collins.
Brother, so would everybody in New York,
she was just bailed out.
- Really? By whom? - Waring, Arnold Waring.
- Arnold? - Anything wrong?
I hope not.
May I ask you a question, Miss Collins?
Of course.
How did you find out
that my late lamented uncle was murdered?
- You know that? - Oh, yes.
That's what I, the family, want to talk to you about.
Man ♪: Read all about it.
Read all about the big nightclub murder.
- Margo? Arnold: Didn't you know?
Arnold: She was found strangled in her apartment.
You didn't answer me,
how did you find out that my uncle was murdered?
[, um
I saw it.
You saw it?
Well
we'll be at the office in a few minutes.
[intense music]
It's closed, there's no one here.
That's funny.
I know, let's drive around through the alley.
[music continues]
By the way, Miss Collins,
did you see who killed my uncle?
Not his face, it was dark and he was turned away.
But I think it was a younger...
You're about to say something.
[gulps] No, I wasn't.
You were about to say you thought it was a younger man,
and you stopped talking because it suddenly occurred to you
that I might be that younger man.
- Yes. - Who told you I hated my uncle?
No one.
Well, I did hate him,
and so did Jonathan and Wiggam,
and especially Saunders.
You know, Saunders had the most to gain,
you see, he was in...
Hey!
[dramatic music]
Come back here.
Oh, come now, let's not play games.
Miss Collins!
You're not a fool, I just want to talk to you.
[music continues]
Don't run away, I'm not gonna hurt you.
[music continues]
[elevator thuds]
Miss Collins, don't go out there.
It's your brother, he's upstairs.
He did it, he killed your uncle. He'll kill me.
Not if you keep quiet, come with me.
Quick, we can make it.
[door opens]
Miss Collins?
Miss Collins!
[metal clanks]
[sighs]
He's gone.
Yes, but he's still in the building,
SO maybe we ought to...
Why, it's strange.
You know
in a room something like this one.
[bell ringing]
In a room something like this one,
I saw your uncle murdered.
Exactly like this one.
[music continues]
Then
you're...
Yes, Miss Collins.
The same man you saw doing this
once before.
[dramatic music]
Now no one on that train can see your silhouette.
In a moment, the train would've moved on.
But, but the police?
What about the police?
Well, they're bound to investigate.
They'll find out you killed your uncle.
Why should I have killed my uncle?
- For his money. - Margo got his money.
They'll find out you were Margo's boss.
Saunders was Margo's boss.
They'll find out you were Saunders' boss.
Not from Saunders, they won't.
You'll never get away with it.
Yeah, but I will get away with it.
You, you will?
Jonathan: In a little while I'm sending for the police.
You see, they already know how worried I am about you.
And when they arrive
they'll find
a very beautiful young woman
the victim of a rather
affectionate maniac.
My brother Arnold.
And Arnold destroyed by his own brother,
the protector of the Waring honor... myself.
But they'll know you killed him.
Of course.
[music continues]
But they'll find this in Arnold's hand,
and they'll thank me for killing him.
I wouldn't try to run away, Miss Collins.
Uncle Josiah, Saunders...
Margo,
Arnold and you.
Then I'll have to start on the other hand.
- With Aunt Charlotte? - Oh, no.
I like Aunt Charlotte,
and she likes me.
I've always been her favorite nephew.
And she's been more than an aunt to me.
Even when I was a little boy, every night she used to...
[brakes screeching]
The train is pulling away.
You know,
it's too bad you don't like me.
Oh, but I, but I do like you.
You, you remember, we
we danced together.
Yes, I remember.
Uh-uh.
Come here, Miss Collins.
[chuckles]
I'm sorry, that's a closet, Miss Collins.
Yes, I remember dancing with you.
And I remember thinking how
lovely you looked,
and how someday
you and I would be in this room, alone.
You see...
[both grunt]
[dramatic music]
Don't worry, Mr. Waring.
I'm not
now.
Arnold: I always hoped something like this would happen.
You see, I never liked you.
This will be a very great pleasure.
Jonathan: Arnold, you mustn't, I'm your brother.
Here, keep him covered.
It's alright, darling, you're safe now.
- Turn around. - You heard him, turn around.
- He's talking to you. - Oh,
Then he's...
Oh.
You'd better have another chapter, Mr. Morgan.
I don't like sad endings.
Wait.
Mr. Waring
what would you say if I told you
that I didn't come here alone?
I'd say you had a wonderful imagination.
What would you say if I told you that I was
followed here by the police?
I'd say you're a detective storywriter.
What would you say if I told you that now,
at this minute
three heavily armed policemen stand outside that door?
[laughs]
I'd say, come in, gentlemen.
[gunshot]
Darling...
[thud]
Oh, get some water please.
Oh, darling, you're wonderful.
Hm...
[instrumental music]
[buzzer buzzing]
Come in.
[door opens]
Would you folks like your berths made up now?
- Come back later please. Porter: Yes, ma'am.
Do you know what, darling?
- What? - This is your finest book.
Oh.
The man with the green hat did it.
Of course, that's why he...
Oh, Wayne.
Now you've just spoiled the whole book.
I could've looked in the back if I wanted to peek,
why did you..
[music continues]
[instrumental music]