Bill, look at the window. She's going to try to jump to the roof of the next building. Now, don't be a fool, Mrs. Rogers. You'll never make it. Stay away from me! Stay away! Mr. and Mrs. North, starring Richard Denning and Barbara Britton. Listen as Pam and Jerry solve the mystery, Masquerade. Bleecker Street is the heart of the village, and the heart of Bleecker Street is a small cafe called Muldoon's. Here, where the atmosphere is dim, the drinks are mellow, and the food is hearty, trouble finds no welcome. And yet it is there this evening, the uninvited guest at the table of Pam and Jerry North. How about another cocktail before we eat, darling? Oh, gollies, no. Let's order. OK. Waiter, menu, please. Yes, sir. Oh, my, this is a wonderful place. I never get tired of it, do you? Nope. I remember the first time I ever came here. I was in college then. You mean you knew Muldoon's when it was a speakeasy? Jerry. I was just kidding, dear. Muldoon's couldn't have been a speakear while you were in college, could it? No. Of course not. That was before Prohibition. Jerry North, when you get off on one of these kidding kicks, I could... What's the matter, dear? It is. It is what? Not what, who? Who? Jeff Williams. Jeff Williams? The man sitting over there at the table nearest the bar. See him? The one with the mousy little blonde. Yeah, I see him. But who is he? I knew him in college. Oh. Excuse me a minute, Jerry. Oh, but Pam... I'll be right back. Jeff. Jeff Williams, of all people. What a surprise. I beg your pardon? Oh, you don't remember me. I'm Pam North. Only my name was Saunders in college. Saunders? College? Modern European history. Professor Blair's class. I'm afraid this is a mistake. Mistake? Apparently you have me confused with someone else. You're not Jeff Williams? No. You must be joking. My name is Wayne. Vincent Wayne. This is my wife. How do you do? But... but this is impossible. Do you think I'm lying to you, Mrs... I don't believe I caught your name. North. As far as I know, Mrs North, I've never seen you before in my life. Well, I... I'm sorry. Excuse me. Jerry, let's get out of here. Hmm? Get out? Why? Never mind. I want to go right, right now. But darling, we haven't eaten. What's the matter? Well, that wasn't Jeff Williams. Oh, so that's it. And you're embarrassed. Well, yes. No, I'm not embarrassed. I just can't understand why he'd lie, that's all. Lie? Yes. I've changed my mind. That man is Jeff Williams. Oh, for Pete's sake, Pam. Just because he happens to resemble this old school chum of yours doesn't... He doesn't just resemble him. No two people in the world could look as much alike. I don't care who Vincent Wayne says he is. I know he's Jeff Williams. Yes? Yes, Connie. It's awfully late, Vince. Yeah, I'll come to bed in a minute, honey. I just want to finish this cigarette. What is it, Vince? What's what? Worrying you. Nothing, Connie. It's that woman who came to our table in the restaurant. Connie. Vince. She was just mistaken, wasn't she? Of course. But she seemed so... so certain. Now, look, Connie, people make mistakes like that all the time. It doesn't mean a thing. So don't start imagining things. I'm sorry, Vince. But sometimes I get so frightened. Frightened? I guess it's because I love you so much. And yet I know so little about you. You know all there is to know. That's not true, darling. I don't know anything, really. It's as though your life just began when you met me. It did, honey. And isn't that the way it should be? No. Everyone comes from somewhere, Vince. They have to, in order to be going anywhere. And that's what frightens me about you, about us. We are not going anywhere. Connie, please. It's as though you feel that each day may be the last one, and you don't want anything left over. But it's those things, Vince, the things that are left over, that go to make a life together. Oh, Vince. Connie, darling, please don't. Oh, Vince, I love you so. And I love you. Don't let anything happen to us, Vince. I won't, Connie. Nothing's going to happen to us. I promise. I'll get it, Pam. Hi, darling. Special delivery for Miss Geraldine Nott. Oh, thanks. I'll take it. What is it, Jerry? Special delivery for you. Oh, good. Is it a large envelope? Oh, it looks more like a package. From Colfax College. That's what I've been waiting for. What is it? The last yearbook from the College Alumni Association. I couldn't find mine, so I wrote for another one. What do you want another one for? Well, there was a picture of Jeff Williams in it, and I was determined... Oh, Pam, for crying out loud, can't you forget Jeff Williams? The other night, you said I was crazy that Vincent Wayne couldn't be Jeff. And I'm going to prove to you that he couldn't be anyone else if it's the last thing I do. All right, but if Jeff Williams has changed his name, why wouldn't he admit it? I don't know, and I don't care. I know it's the same boy. Now, let's see. Yeah, and that's another thing. I wish you'd stop referring to that guy as a boy. O-P-Q-W-W Warner. Except he was in college at the same time you, sir. He certainly isn't a boy anymore. Watkins Williams. George Harry. The telephone's ringing, dear. I hear it. If the guy hadn't been so good-looking, she wouldn't care if he were Jeff Williams or Napoleon III. Hello? Mrs. North, please. Well, uh, she's pretty engrossed right at the moment. Never mind. Is this Mr. North? Yes. Well, this is Mrs. Vincent Wayne. Mrs. Vincent Wayne? I wish you'd tell your wife that I saw her watching our apartment house this afternoon. What? And though I don't know what she's up to, I want her to leave my husband and me alone. Completely alone. Or she's going to get into trouble. Oh, now, just a moment, Mrs. Hello? Hello? Hello? Jerry, darling, I want you to look at this picture. Pam. What? Were you snooping around Vincent Wayne's apartment house this afternoon? Well, I... Well? Well, I wasn't snooping exactly. Then what were you doing exactly? Well, I just went over there this afternoon. I just went over there to see if I could get another look at Jeff. Once and for all, Pam, Vincent Wayne is not Jeff Williams. Who says so? He says so. When I say so... Well, look at this alumni yearbook. Here's Jeff's picture and I ask you, is that or is that not the man who calls himself Vincent Wayne? Holy smoke, darling, you're right. That is Vincent Wayne. It couldn't possibly be anyone else. You see? I told you, Jerry. But, Pam. What? Didn't you read the caption under the picture? The caption? Why, no, why? Well, it says, Jeffrey Williams, class of 41, born June 12, 1920, married August 7, 1945, to Thelma Stone, class of 43... Thelma Stone, I remember her. Pam, that's not all. Well, go on. Died. Died? Yes. Died March 18, 1949. Pam, dear, Jeff Williams has been dead for over four years. Good evening, Lloyd. Huh? Evening, Thelma. Aren't you up later than usual? No, Lloyd. It's just your home earlier than usual this evening. Pam, well, I got to watch that, because I was having a good time. I'm sure you were. A great time. Who was she this evening? Same one? Which one's the same one? Have a hard time keeping track. Must be a terrible problem for you. This one tonight, nice kid. Hat-checked girl at the... I forget the name of the place. Her name was... Well, it doesn't make any difference. She said she wouldn't go out with me anymore anyway. You better go up to bed, Lloyd. Yeah, I guess I've been around you too long, Thelma. Knowing you, I thought she'd be interested in a rich man. Or perhaps she's not interested in you because you're married. Now, that's possible, I suppose. But I tell them all I'm married, and I tell them all about you, Thel. Everything. Oh, well, I'll find someone else. It'll be a waste of time, Lloyd. A waste of time? You don't know the girl I've got in mind, Thel. You've already given me more than sufficient grounds for a divorce, if and when you make it worth my while to get one. Good Lord, Thelma, don't you have one ounce of pride in your whole body? I've shamed you and humiliated you and... And as your patient and dutiful wife, I want to be compensated for that shame and humiliation. It's worth $250,000 to me now. Price has gone up since the last time, huh? And it'll go up the longer you wait. Thelma, you'll never get a cent out of me. We'll go on as we have been. I'm comfortable. I don't mind. You're the one who really wants the divorce. And I'm gonna get one. On what grounds? I don't know, but you'll give them to me, Thel. A woman who hates a man as much as you hate me can't go on posing as a model wife forever. You'll make a slip someday and I'll have my divorce. For nothing. Good night, Lloyd. Sweet dreams. PHONE RINGS Hello? Thelma? Yes. Thelma, this is Pam North. Pam Saunders when I was in college. Do you remember me? Pam, well, of course I remember. Well, uh, look, Thelma. Could my husband and I come over and see you? We could be there in a few minutes. Well, all right. I want to tell you about something that's happened. Something very curious. MUSIC PLAYS And I could have sworn this Vincent Wayne was Jeff, Thelma. I was absolutely convinced of it. But then we saw his picture in an alumni yearbook and read that he was dead. Yes, Jeff was killed in an accident. What kind of an accident? An airplane crash. Everybody on the plane, 30 people were killed. I see. Mrs. Rogers, is there any possibility that your first husband could have survived without your knowing it? I was thinking if he were suffering from amnesia... Well, there's no chance of that, Mr. North. I identified Jeff's body after the crash. Hmm. Well, I guess that's that. We'd better go, Pam. It's pretty late. Yes. Well, good night, Thelma. Good night, Pam. I'm sorry we bothered you, but this whole thing was so strange, I had to tell you about it. Well, I'm glad you did, Pam. Good night, Mr. North. Good night, Mrs. Rogers. Wayne. Wayne. Vincent Wayne here. Hello? Jeff. Hello? Jeff. Pam. Pam, are you still awake? Uh-huh. Oh, now, Pam, don't tell me you've been lying here in the dark all this time thinking about that Wayne guy. I'm sorry, Jerry. I know it's silly, but I just can't get him out of my mind. Hmm. But you never laid awake this long thinking about me. But you don't happen to look like someone who's been dead for four and a half years. Well, I'm not a man of my word. I'm a man of my word. I've been dead for four and a half years. Well, I should hope not. Jerry. What's the name of that newspaper friend of yours, the one who works on the Chronicle? You mean Pete Dillon on the copy desk? Yes. I'm going to go see him in the morning. Why? Well, I want him to dig into the files and get me the stories about that airplane crash. I want to know just a little more about how Jeff Williams died. Mr. Wayne? Yes. My name is Rogers. Lloyd Rogers. I'd like to talk to you, if I may. What about? Thelma. May I come in? Thank you. What do you mean you want to talk to me about Thelma? Who's Thelma? The name means nothing to you? No. It should. Why? You're married to her. Married to her? It's a mistake, Mr. Rogers. My wife's name is Constance. Oh, you mean you have two wives? That must be rather complicated, as well as illegal. What are you talking about? Stop bluffing. Your name isn't Vincent Wayne any more than mine. It's your Jeff Williams. Now look. Now you look. I've seen pictures of you and I overheard a woman named Pam North tell Thelma she recognized you. Then I heard Thelma make a phone call and put down the phone mumbling, Jeff. She obviously telephoned here, recognized your voice. Now you're crazy. Now listen, there was a woman named North who mistook me for someone named Jeff Williams. It happened in a restaurant the other night. But as for anyone named Thelma, I've never even heard of her. Much less been married to her. You were married to her and you still are. Get out of here. I don't know how or why you made everyone think you'd been killing that plane crash, Williams, and I don't care. What I do care about is that legally Thelma is still your wife. Get out. Now listen to me, Williams. Are you getting out or do I have to throw you out? All right, Williams, I'm going. But I'll be back with the police. Pam, dear, I suppose I should have made more sense out of what you said, but I'm still not sure what we're going back to see Thelma Rogers for. Well, I'm not either, I guess. But after reading the clippings Pete Dillon got out of the files for me, I'm positive Vincent Wayne is Jeff Williams. Well, I don't see what those stories about the plane crash prove. Well, they prove Thelma was lying. The stories said any identification of the victims after the plane crashed and burned was impossible. OK, so Thelma was lying. That doesn't prove that... Oh, here we are, Jerry. Oh, Jerry. What? Look, that crowd down there in the alley. I wonder what's the matter. Well, let's go down and see. Jerry, look who's here. Well, for the love of... Bill Wigand. Come on. Excuse me. Pardon us, please. Excuse me. May we get through? Thank you. Bill! Pam and Jerry, say what are you doing here? Why we were... Oh, Bill. What happened to that man over there? His body was dumped out of a window on the 10th floor. His body? Someone hoped to make it look like suicide, but the guy was dead before he went out the window. Who is he, Bill? Well, he's been identified as a man who lived in the building, a man named Rogers, Lloyd Rogers. Now, please, please, Mrs. Rogers, I know this is hard for you, but I must ask you a few questions. But I don't understand. Why are you so certain Lloyd was murdered? The medical examiner could tell in several ways, Mrs. Rogers. For one thing, he sustained a blow on the head, a blow that was fatal, but which he couldn't have gotten in a fall. But who would do such a thing? Well, that's my job to find out. But first, I'd like to know why you told Mr. and Mrs. North that you'd positively identified your first husband's body after the plane crash in which he was killed. What is that to do with this? Well, it's possible from what Mr. and Mrs. North have told me that this Vincent Wayne is your first husband. Oh, that's ridiculous. How can you be so sure, Thelma, when you haven't seen Vincent Wayne? Well, I... Or have you seen him, Mrs. Rogers? No. He's being brought here to your apartment, Mrs. Rogers, so if you'd be kind enough... Jeff is dead. He was on that plane. It crashed. Everyone, including Jeff, was killed. Did you actually see him get on the plane, Mrs. Rogers? What are you getting at? Lieutenant Wigand means that a name on a passenger list and a person on a plane are two different things. What is this? What are you trying to do? Lloyd's been killed, but all you can do is talk about Jeff and this fantastic idea that he may still be alive. Lieutenant. Well, Stephens and Blake have Vincent Wayne out here. And Mrs. Wayne... All right, we'll be right out. Okay. Vincent Wayne's here, Mrs. Rogers. Will you step in the next room with me? Oh, Pam, Jerry. There he is. Well, Thelma? Hello, Jeff. Oh, Vincent. Take it easy, honey. Is this the woman I'm supposed to have been married to, Lieutenant? You know perfectly well it is. I've never seen this woman before in my life. Now, look, Mr. Wayne... Wait a minute. There's one way to settle this once and for all. How, Mrs. Rogers? Jeff had a scar, a bad scar from a shrapnel wound on his right forearm. Will you pull up your sleeve, Mr. Wayne? I... Very well. Oh, Jerry. Darling, look. Yeah. His arm doesn't have a mark on it. Well, now are you satisfied? The resemblance is really incredible. I can understand why you were so certain Mr. Wayne was Jeff, Pam. But without a scar on his arm, he couldn't be. I... I guess we owe you an apology, Mr. Wayne. Looks that way, Mrs. Norris. Donahue, have someone take Mr. Wayne, his wife, home. Okay, Lieutenant. That won't be necessary, Lieutenant. Come along, Connie. I'll ring for the elevator. All right. We'll catch a cab... I'm not going home with you, Vincent. What? Why not? Because there's nothing to go back to. Connie! This is why we've been living a day at a time. And today was the last one. You think that I'm... Jeff Williams. Yes, I know you are. Maybe you and Selma Rogers fooled them. The police, Mr. and Mrs. Norris. But you didn't fool me. I could tell you were lying. I don't know much about you. But I know enough to know that. Okay, Connie. So goodbye, Jeff. Connie. I'm sorry you didn't keep your promise about not letting anything happen to us. What do you think I was trying to do? I don't know. But whatever it was, it wasn't right. What should I have done? Told the truth? Yes. And given that lieutenant a good reason to think I might have killed Lloyd Rogers to keep him from exposing me... Did you kill him? No. Then what were you afraid of? People can be sent to prison for bigamy. Oh, Connie, please listen to me. I didn't want it this way. I didn't plan it like this. Does anyone? You can't imagine what it was like with Selma. It wasn't just that she wanted money, more money than I had or could possibly make. She gave nothing in return. And yet she could make me feel if I did just a little more for her, that'd be it. That I'd have a wife and not just a woman who shared my home. Jeff, it doesn't make any... Please, Connie, listen. One day I found myself trying to figure out a way to embezzle money from the company I worked for. I realized what would happen to me if I didn't get away from her. But I couldn't divorce her and she wouldn't divorce me. Jeff, can't you understand? I don't care now. It doesn't make any difference. Not now. You're telling me this three years too late. Connie, I love you and you still love me. Vincent Wayne or Jeff Williams, I'm still the same man I was an hour ago. No, you're not. When you walked out that room a moment ago, you changed. Everything changed. Here's the elevator. I'm not taking it. So I decided to run away. Just disappear. Go on, Williams. How'd you get out of that plane crash alive? I wasn't on the plane. I had a ticket. My name was on the passenger list. But just before it took off, I found out that Thelma knew where I was going, so I got off. When I read that it crashed and I was listed as one of the victims, I changed my name to Vincent Wayne. You fool. You spineless idiot. Now take it easy, Mrs. Rogers. Why did you have to come back here and ruin everything? You always did have as much backbone as a flug. Well, you've cost me Lloyd's money, but you've just sent yourself to the electric chair. How do you figure that, Mrs. Rogers? He killed Lloyd. That's not true. It is. How do you know, Thelma? Because I was here in the apartment in the next room when he killed him. But it didn't kill him. You said before that you didn't get home until after your husband was dead. And that was the first you knew of his death. That was a lie. I got home just a few minutes before Lloyd died. I heard him arguing with someone. I realized it was Jeff. Lloyd was trying to persuade him to admit publicly that he was really my husband. To give him grounds for an annulment of your marriage? Yes. I didn't kill Lloyd Rogers, Lieutenant. I was here, yes. It's taking a long time to get the truth out of you, William. All right, but you're getting it now. All of it. I was here, Rogers and I argued, but I left. You left after you beat Lloyd with a poker and pushed his body out of the window. Oh, you saw the murder, Mrs. Rogers. What do you mean? From the next room through a closed door, you saw Williams pick up the poker, strike your husband, then push him out the window. Well, no, I didn't actually see it. Oh, yes, you did, Mrs. Rogers, but not from the other room. From in here, you saw the whole thing because you killed him. No, how do you know, Bill? Because she knows something that even the medical examiner I don't know. That Lloyd Rogers was beaten to death with a poker. Bill. She's getting away, Bill. Stop her. She must have gone down this hallway. Come on. It must lead to the kitchen. She can't get out that way. There isn't a back door. Bill, Jerry, look at the window. Stay away from me. Stay away. She's going to try to jump to the roof of the next building. Now, don't be a fool, Mrs. Rogers. Stay away. You can't make that jump, Mrs. Rogers. Selma, please. There she goes, Bill. No. Good Lord. Oh, Jerry. Come away from the window, Pam. Don't let her get away. I'm not going to let her get away. I'm not going to let her get away. I'm not going to let her get away. Oh, Jerry. Come away from the window, Pam. Don't look down there. Jerry. Jerry, do you know where the... Jerry, what are you laughing at? I was looking for something in the closet and look what I found. Why, that's one of my old school yearbooks. Yeah, you know, the one for the year you graduated from high school. Let me see. Oh, some of these pictures are a riot. Look at this one of the girls club. Oh, my goodness. I haven't looked at this in years. Oh, there's Donna Peterson. What's she doing now, haunting houses? She was pretty awful looking, wasn't she? Oh, but here's my favorite. Where? Look, the babe in the first row, third from the right here. Oh, that one? Oh, what a goon. Who is she, Pam? Well, if you'll read the caption, Jerry, you'll see that the girl in the first row, third from the right, that goon, as you call her, is me. Uh-oh. Pam and Jerry are sure to have more exciting adventures next week. Listen in, won't you? There's always mystery well sprinkled with humor on Mr. and Mrs. North.
