 You're one of the country's greatest magicians, Cartier, so I'll give you a good trick to do. I'll give you till Saturday to get that money. I don't like your attitude, Grohlberg. I'll pay you that money when I get good and ready. Sunday night. And again, CBS presents the Whistler. I, the Whistler, know many things, for I walk by night. I know many strange tales. Many secrets hidden in the hearts of men and women who have stepped into the shadows. And so I tell you tonight the strange story, The Nemesis. A big railroad station in America's biggest city. Many people here, many lonely people, many desolate souls, many strange people. Look over there, standing beside that exit, a beautiful girl with blue eyes and blonde hair. Beside her stands a man, a dark, silent man. The blonde and the silent man search the crowd from the incoming trains feverishly. Then suddenly the beautiful blonde speaks. Lou, there he is. That's Cartier. Where? The swanky one with the Homburg hat and the cane. Oh, yeah. I see. Okay, Sandra. Don't get him. See you later. You know what to do. Yeah, I know. So long, Sandra. Lou, the dark, silent one slips quickly through the crowd and steps up behind the man in the Homburg hat. Sure name Cartier. What? Cartier the Great, the magician. Oh, that's right. Who are you? Doesn't matter. Just start walking. Or just... Out the door. That's a gun in your ribs, Mr. Cartier. So just keep walking. What does this mean? I demand an... Just keep walking to that cab at the curb. Why are you taking me? You'll be surprised. Yes, Cartier. You will be surprised. You're going to the very place you planned not to go. But here you are, Cartier, right in front of it. A tall office building on 42nd Street. Get out, Cartier. You know where you are now. Grover. It's Grover. Get out. I know funny moves. I'll go along with you. Careful, Cartier. Very careful across the walk into the elevator and up to the seventh floor. Here we are, the seventh floor. All right, I'll leave you here, Cartier. Go on in. What does he want? What does Grover want? I don't know, buddy. But go on in. You'll find out. See you later. Oh, there you are, Grover. Well, what a surprise. I really didn't expect to find you here this time of night. And why did you come? Oh, I wanted to see you. Did you? I sent someone to see that you did come. Well, now, wait a minute. I resent this. I'm getting a new manager tomorrow. No, no, you're not. Not tomorrow, any other day. Wait a minute. Are you threatening me, Grover? That depends. Where is it? What? The $2,000 you owe me. Oh, well, I had a little trouble. You used that the last trip. Well, I'm sorry to say I haven't a cent, but I'll get it now. Give me a little time. I've given you two years. You'll get it? In fact, as though I was trying to beat you out of it. You would if you got half a chance. I'll get this. I need that money, and I need it right away. I'm giving you exactly five days to dig it up. But I haven't got it yet. And get it. I'll be waiting here at six o'clock next Saturday night. And believe me, Cartier, you'd better have it. And if I don't? Then I'll black-boil you in every agency in the country. I'll see that you never work in Voodville again. You wouldn't dare. Wouldn't I? Grover, I'll pay you that $2,000. When I get ready. Saturday night. No bushy-haired fat face like you is going to threaten me. I don't need you. I can get a booking any day in the week. Cry it. I don't like your nasty attitude. Good night, Grover. Wait a minute, Cartier. How would you like to dig up $3,000 instead of $2,000? What do you mean? Take a look at this. Ever see this check before? George Welton, $1,000. Notice your signature. And see what it says? No account in this bank. You know, you shouldn't pay gambling debts with rubber checks. Where'd you get that? George Welton needed some money. So I took it off his hands. George, he's my partner now. What are you going to do with it? Keep it till six on Saturday night. You don't hand over the money. This goes to the DA. Six o'clock, Cartier. You're a swine, Grover. You'll get the money? No. Not by Saturday, not 10 years from Saturday. That final? Yes, that's final. Okay, too bad. This is the end of a great career. You can go to the devil. Better get booking. Who'll I see first? Matt Rubicon. Well, here you are, Cartier, standing in his office. It's Tuesday morning. You've got till Saturday. Good morning. May I help you? Yes, I'd like to see Mr. Rubicon. Cartier is the name. Mr. Cartier to see you, Mr. Rubicam. Oh, yes, sir. He says he can't see you, Mr. Cartier. He's in conference. Why? I'm sorry. Matt Bromley, there's a swell guy. He tried to sign me up for years. It's Wednesday now. Not much time left. Hurry, Cartier. Matt, how are you? I'm busy. Look, I want to talk to you about a booking. Leave your number with the boy. Bromley, I wouldn't let you handle me if you begged me on your knees. I'm Cartier the Great. I'm big-time. I'll show him. It's Wednesday morning. It's Wednesday now. Only two days left. Harry Masnick, tackle him. Hello, Harry. How goes it? Oh, hello, Cartier. I want to talk over that offer you made me. What offer? Why, any one of the ten you made me last year. You know, I've seen to remember any offer. What? Are you kidding? What do you do? Wait a minute. Get down off your high horse, Harry. Sorry, magic ain't going this season. I could place a dog act. I didn't think you were a kid and I'd take a poke at you. Grohlberg, Grohlberg, that dirty rat. I didn't think he'd do it. Cut me out of plain as a whistle. This is Thursday. Tomorrow is Friday. And the next day is Monday. What was it Grohlberg said? The end of a great career. This is Saturdays. Not much time now. Time, time. That's what you want, Cartier. Time, remember? Harry, it's five till six. Grohlberg's waiting. Hello, Grohlberg. Oh, hello. Oh, look, Grohlberg, have a heart. What do you want? I didn't think you'd go through with it. I can't get booked in any place. Now, how do you expect me to pay you back? You said you didn't intend to. I know, but I've got a proposition to make. About that check. Nothing doing. You made your choice. You're not really going to turn it over to the DA? With pleasure. I see. Hey, what's that gun on your desk for? Gun? Oh. I figured you'd be coming back, but I wasn't sure just what frame of mind you'd be in. You expect me to believe that. I don't care what you do or not. You know what I think? I'm listening. I think your back's against the wall. I think you're broken. You're facing something unpleasant. Well, if I am, you weren't helping much. I might. How? I've got a ring here that's worth at least $2,000. Oh, I don't want any rings. Now, wait a minute. Take a look at it. It's a cat's eye. Yeah? Yeah, it looks four miles deep. I'll just cut the coloring, the depth of it. Yeah. This ring is worth money, Grohlberg. A lot more than that check. I can't pay you all I owe, and maybe you can't pay all you owe, but a little would help us both. Yeah? You notice the firing? You see? You notice how it flags? Yeah. You're broke, Grohlberg. You're broke. That's it. You're a failure. You're having a chance. You're through. Look at this ring. This ring for the check. Okay. Give me the ring. It's only one way out for you, Grohlberg. Better take that gun on your desk and use it for a one-way ticket. That's the best way out for you. You're a failure. You're washed up. You're through. A failure. Washed up. Through. Sorry, Grohlberg. Good night. Huh? Oh, Mr. Cartier. What time is it? Uh, five after six. Thanks. Good night. See you in the morning. Yes, sir. Hello there, Billy. Give me a hand with these buckets, would you? Ah, sure. Well, what for are you starting on tonight? Seven. Mainly taking them up to six. There we are. Let's get it. Work, work, work. At 65, I should have a place of me own with a garden. And here I am, slaving away at $12 a week. Ain't much. But I only make 17 and I got a wife who likes clothes. I heard that before. Ah, here you are. Thanks. I'll ring when I'm ready for the next floor. Oh, what's that? A shot. Come from right across the hall. Grohlberg's office. Come on. Gee whiz. It's Grohlberg. Shot himself. Holy mother, get the police. All the same night and we are standing at an open window, eight flights up, still in Manhattan. That wide space out there is Washington Square. We're on Washington Square, South Greenwich Village. Artists, sculptors, models, actors, poets and porters. Behind you in this cheap apartment, a party is in progress. Oh, come on, Bo, tell me about another drink. Okay, make mine a Tom Connor. I have a cucumber. Help yourself in the kitchen. That's the best way. What's wrong with you, Sandra? Nothing. Nothing's wrong. Why? Oh, come on. Cheer up. Hey, Jerry. Who else is coming tonight? I don't know who I like. No, who? That big, good-looking football player from Oklahoma. You know the one he laughs all the time. Ralph Brink? Yeah. I like him. He's wealthy, isn't he? Oh, that is why you like him. Who else is coming? Well, remember Cartier, the magician? Oh. He said he'd try to come. Well, maybe he'll do some of his tricks again. Oh, girl, he's hot in here. Well, he can't open that window in the kitchen. Get a breeze in there, huh? Oh, somebody's at the door. Hello, Cartier. Glad you couldn't make it. You know, everybody, make yourself at home. Refreshments in the kitchen. Help yourself. Thanks. Hello, everybody. Hello, Cartier. I think you know everybody. Sandra. Sandra Hill. Cartier, the great. Oh, yes, the magician. Yes, I should say I do know him. Hello, Sandra. How are you? Will you help me in the kitchen? Why, can't you pull your drinks out of your hat? Yeah, yeah, but it's awful stuff. Come along, then. Ah, let's see. What have we? Oh, yes, yes. This is for me. How have you been, Sandra? I hear you've been on the road a year. That's right. Didn't you miss me? What have you been doing? Modeling. Modeling? Hey, watch. There. Drink right out of your sleeve. Ever see that one? Yes. Too often. Better save your tricks for the crowd. They'll be jealous. Come on, let's join them. All right. Come on, Cartier. We're waiting to be hoodwigs. What have you got in your bag this time? Oh, a few oldies. A couple of new ones. We don't care. Okay, okay. Now, wait a minute. You see the scarf? Wait a minute. All right, here's the scarf. Now, nothing in it. I wave it twice in the air, pass it around the room, and then I place it gently on Bella's head. Now, I remove the scarf and there you are. Feel the top of your head, Bella. Ain't it there? Oh, feel, feel. Okay. Oh, she'll get over it. It was a white mouse. Come on in here, Sandra. I want to talk to you. Tell me, who do you model for, Sandra? I did do some fashion photographs. You did? Yes, but lately it's been slow. How lately? Well, as a matter of fact, I worked only four times this year. Only four times? Mm-hmm. My book show $100 in the past year. Really? Oh, why don't you try something else? Why waste time modeling? What, for instance? Oh, why don't you marry me, Sandra? You know, I love you. I've always loved you. Why don't you give me a job? Hm? As what? An assistant. You know, I believe you've got something there. I'd like that. Good. When do we start rehearsing? Right now. Now? Oh, this is so sudden. Oh, there's a lot to learn. It takes several months of hard work. I don't mind. You know, I've got several new ideas for next season, but I haven't decided on anything definite. We could do a hypnotist act. I could be a stew. Mm. Hey, hey, come here. Come out of the kitchen. Big championship fight on the night. You want a listen? The preliminaries are on. Okay, just a minute. We're busy. We can sure see that. Sandra, have you ever been hypnotized? Never. Why? Well, it would make a terrific act. Well, how do you know you can hypnotize me? I could try. Okay, try it. All right. Here's a ring. Now, you gaze into it. Now, look away. Just keep gazing. You're going to sleep. The ring. You're getting drowsy. You can hear no sound but my voice. Repeat what I say. I am going to sleep. I am getting drowsy. I can hear no sound but your voice. No sound but my voice. Take this pad and pencil. Right. Jerry is a simpleton. Now, wake up. Sandra. Huh? What? Oh, uh, how do you know you can? Can what? Hypnotize me. I just done it. Isn't this your writing? Well, yes, but I didn't write it. Oh, but you did. I saw you and very good. But I wouldn't write anything like it. Wait, wait, let's try it again. Here, here, look in the light. Sleep. Sleep. My voice. My voice. You can only hear my voice. I'm now asleep. Do you see Madison Square Garden? There's a fight going on. What round is it? Two. If one man falls, tell me. One falls. Which one? What are your cats? Cats, they hold up the other's hands. Sandra, wake up. Wake up. Oh. What did I do? Oh, nothing very important. Come with me. Ladies and gentlemen, quiet. Quiet, please, please. I wish to make an announcement. Well, from this day on, the act of Cartier the Great shall be billed as Cartier and Sandra. Yes, yes, I've discovered a new partner. She is clairvoyant to the nth degree. I shall develop my new hypnotism act and Sandra's to be my assistant. All right. Okay. Come here, Sandra. Take this ring. Sit down. I'm going to show you pig head something. All right. Now, Jerry, Jerry. Now, I don't know who you've invited here tonight. And if I did, there's no way about telling you a walk in the door next. Is that right? Well, I'm going to hypnotize Sandra and she's going to describe the one who'll enter next. All right. Now, quiet. Wait a minute. Quiet, please. Sleep. Drowsy. Drowsy. Look into the future. Tell her, Sandra. Describe the person who will enter that door next. Speak. A man. A small, thin man. Curly hair. A slight mustache. Eyes close together. Sunk in chest. And he walks with a slight limp. Hey, that's Georgie. Georgie Welton. He's coming tonight. That's him exactly. Did you say Georgie Welton? Sure. You know him. Yes. I know him. A man. She's saying something else. A man. Oh. There's something wrong with him. He's in danger. In trouble. Yes, he doesn't know it. But he's approaching something terrible. Sandra. Sandra, wake up. Wake up. What happened this time? What did I say? Well, why is everybody staring at me so strangely? Oh, yes, Georgie. For the love of a Mike, where you been? I've been busy. Sandra was right. She guessed it. It was you. Hey, what was me? Oh, she sure hit it. Oh, it is uncanny. How do you do it, Sandra? What are you talking about? That's what I want to know. Oh. Nothing, Georgie. Forget it. Go on out into the kitchen. Help yourself. Anything you want. Thanks. Well, what's out here? Hello, Georgie. Come here. What's up, Georgie? You look a bit pale. What are you doing here? Waiting for you, Georgie. Where you been hiding? What do you want? I want to make a little deal about that check I gave you. I'd like to get it squared up. What kind of a deal? Well, you see, I'm a little short of cash right now, and I knew you could use some, so I thought I might give you this ring. It's worth a couple of thousand. It'd be a good deal. How about it? Well, I... I ain't got the check no more. Where is it? I sold it to Grober. Why'd you do that? I needed the dough. Well, you can get it back and still have some left. Yeah, I could only. What's the matter with you? Didn't you heard? Heard what? Grober's dead. Dead? Dead. When did this happen? Well, this evening at his office. I said he committed suicide. What do you know? Poor old Grober. I guess he got up against the wall. Yeah. Gee, I... What's wrong? I feel kind of sick and kind of dizzy. It's pretty hot tonight. Come on over the window. The air will help you. Here, drink this. Thanks. Thanks. Now, about this check. I'd like to have it. Take a look at this ring. This ring would make it more than worth your efforts in getting that check into my hands. You understand. I don't want anything like that hanging over me when I can possibly avoid it. Hey, that's him. That's Ralph. Oh, my football hero. Where have you been? I got delayed over in Jersey. Hi, gang. You know everybody. Say, has the fight started yet? I got to hear that. It's on now. Right here's in the bedroom. First round's just over. Yeah, well, I'm betting kind of heavy on cats. Say, anybody want a bet? I'm offering 10 to 1. How much you say you were offering? 10 to 1. I'll take some of that. Okay. How much? Oh, I've got 200 to put on Murray. Well, now that's a bet. I sure you can spare. I'm worrying about you. Don't worry about me. There's a... Well, turn it up. I want to hear it. Those cats just a little groggy after that last one, but you're working hard now. Uh-huh, there. Catch them. We're in, fella. Here you are. Thank you. Peace out. Thank you. Say, where'd you get that hunch caught, yeah? I don't know, Jerry. I'm sure I don't know. Party, come on in. Join us. Come on in, Murphy. Any of you people know George Welton? Sure, we all do. You know where he is? He's here. Oh, yeah. He's been here for some time. Where is he? Why, he's... Hey, who are you? What do you want? Police headquarters. Police? What... What's he done? I didn't say he'd done anything. Where is he? Georgie? Hey, where is Georgie? He was out in the kitchen. Well, get him, fella. What's he done, officer? He's been here all evening. Hey, Jerry, he isn't here. Look in the bedroom. You want to know? Why keep us in the dark? He went out through the window. That's ridiculous. There's no fire escape. That's right. We just found him eight stories below on the sidewalk. You... Found this note on him. Said he was sick and he was going to end it all. That makes it a clear case of suicide. Suicide, huh? I thought he was acting funny. Poor George. What a shame. I can't imagine what came over him. Well, gee, she told us it was going to happen. I thought she was kidding. Yeah, who told you? Well, Sandra over there. She told us before George came in the room that he was approaching something terrible. He was in trouble. How'd she know that? I don't know. We were kidding and Cartier hypnotized her. And she described George as the next one to enter and then she told about something going to happen to him. Oh, is that so? Well, who is she? Sandra Hale. Sandra Hale. Are you Cartier? That's right. What do you know about this Sandra Hale? Well, I found that she was a very easy subject to hypnotize. Hey! I'll bet that's how he knew who was going to win that fight tonight. Yes, that's right. And the hypnosis, she has an uncanny power to see into the future. What's the matter with her now? Why is she sitting over there in the corner? You know, what's she stirring at? You'd better ask her a few questions. I'd rather you didn't just know. Oh, yes, why not? Well, I hypnotized her and... Yeah, why? I wanted to see if she could tell me the winner in the Derby tomorrow and, well, and you came in and that sort of broke my control. I found it very difficult to snap right of it quickly. I'll let her alone for a few minutes and I'll get her out. What's she staring at? What's she got in her hand? She's mumbling something. Wait a minute. Who's ring is this she's holding? It's mine. In order to put the subject under, he must stare into a shining object. Miss Hale. Miss Hale. I asked you not to bother her. Yeah. Miss Hale. Well, she's not trans. Miss Hale, did you see George Welton in trouble? He's falling through space, dying. He's dead. Did he jump? Yes. No. He's being forced. Forced to do something. Against his will? Yes. He's writing. Writing something. Joe, give me that suicide note quick. Miss Hale, take this. Is he writing this note? Yes. But he doesn't know it. Someone is dictating to him. I'm dictating to him. You? What else do you see? A shining object. It's blinding. Go on. Now. Now he's sitting behind a desk. The thin man, George? No. He is bushy-haired and fat. He's high up. He is bushy-haired and fat. With a large nose. A moustache. Sandra, wake up. Wake up. Will you leave her alone? She's in bad shape. I tell you something might happen to her. A bushy-haired fat man at a desk. What's he doing? There's a gun on the desk. He's staring at something. Something bright. He's saying something. No. Someone else is saying something. I am saying something to him. Does this fat man have a gold front tooth? Gold front tooth. Yes. Hey, that's a perfect description of Goldberg, George's partner. It certainly is. He shot himself tonight. Is someone dictating to him? Yes. I am. You? Are you in the same room? No. I am standing on the curb below. I'm looking up and mumbling. What are you mumbling? Pick up gun. Only way out. Against your temple. Fire. Better alone. You're killing her. Sandra, Sandra. What was the bright object he was staring at? I don't know. Yes. I see it. I see it now. Is it a ring? Yes, a ring. A shining cat's eye. I must escape. The same ring the thin man saw before he fell? The same. I must escape. The same you're staring at now? The same. Well, Cartier, how do you like that? Hey. Hey, where is he? What? Wait. Oh, my God. Jay's gone. Go. Why don't you stay at the door? Hey, anybody leave this room, Murphy? Well, yes. Fellow went upstairs, but nobody went down. Upstairs. That's him. Murphy downstairs and cover the elevator. He's not making for the roof. We'll go after him. Time. More time. One more floor. Any time. Time. Time. One more floor. There it is. The door to the roof. 15 feet to that other roof. I can make it. I've got to make it. 15 feet of 15 stories straight down. 15 feet of 15 stories. Well, Cartier, there you are. 15 stories down. This is one trick you must. Maybe this is what Grohlberg meant when he said, too bad, Cartier, but you didn't know what I know. A woman was your nemesis, Cartier. Yes, a woman. A beautiful blonde with blue eyes. Remember Sandra? Yes, Sandra. You really hypnotized Grohlberg and Georgie, and Sandra, too, the first time, but not the second time. Sandra was faking then. She was too strong-willed for you. She was faking. She suspected you and for good reason. She had married Grohlberg a month ago. It was Sandra who pointed you out to the man at the station. Yes, Cartier, a woman was your nemesis. CBS has presented The Whistler. Original music for this production was composed and conducted by Wilbur Hatch. The Whistler is written and directed by J. Donald Wilson and originates from Columbia Square in Hollywood. Next week, same time. I, The Whistler, will return to tell you another unusual tale. Good night. This is the Columbia Broadcasting System.