 Danger, Dr. Danty. Manita, why didn't you tell me? Tell you? You what? You killed him, Manita. Not a chance of proving you didn't. Fred, stop it! I'll go to the electric chair! On a quiet side street in the suburban town of Crestview, the occupant of a comfortable-looking home is startled by the sudden ringing of a telephone. Hello? Fred! Fred, is that you? Oh, it's you, Manita. Say, look, where the devil have you been? Oh, thank heavens, he hasn't gotten here yet. Who hasn't gotten here yet? What are you talking about? Fred, listen to me. I just saw Henry. Oh? Henry, your twin brother Henry. You're crazy. No, I'm not. I saw him. He's wearing his uniform and he's on his way out to the house. I know he is. You're out of your mind. Henry's dead. He's killed in the South Pacific. Everybody knows that. Fred, stop being so stubborn. I know it was him. Who else would know better than I? Don't you realize what this means? Yeah, and I know what it means. Henry, know you saw him? No, he was getting into a cab. I heard him give our address. Fred, he must know about it. He must. Why must he? Well, don't you see? He went to Hampton first and found me gone in the household. He probably tried to find you then and put two and two together. Yeah, and maybe he did it bad. Somehow he found out, huh? Yes. Fred, what are we going to do? I don't know, baby. It depends. Where are you calling from? I'm in a drugstore downtown. And that means that Henry... Wait a minute, baby. Wait a minute. Henry, baby, is at the door. You'd better get out here as soon as you can. Come out, babe. Fred, should I? Yes, you should. You've got to face this thing sooner or later. Come on out, baby. All right, Fred. I'll be out. Make it fast, baby. So long. Yeah, what's in your... Henry. Can't be. Hello, Fred. You've arrived to see me? I'll say I am, Henry. Come on in. I... I thought you were... Dead? What made you think that, Fred? Well, the... Well, the reports we got... Who's we, Fred? Well, uh... Anita and I. Oh, Anita and you. Mm-hmm. Nice place you've got here, Fred. Mind if I sit down? Of course not. What did the reports say, Fred? Well, I... I said that you would... Did they say that I was dead, Fred? Well, no, not exactly. You see, that's all I wanted to know. Brother. This, what do you mean by that? You know what I mean, Fred? I don't have to explain anything. It's you who's got to do the explaining. I don't get it. Where's Anita, Fred? Anita? How should I know? She's living here with you, isn't she? Now, wait a minute. Take it easy. When that report came in, I'd been taken prisoner by the Japs. You sold her the idea that she'd never hear from me again. Now, wait a minute. Henry, wait a minute. You wanted her so badly that you couldn't wait until I was officially declared dead, could you? No. I talked to her into selling my place at Hampton. And changed your name and coming here to live with you, did you? You're off the beam, aren't you, Henry? Anita and I are legally married. Married? Married. Yes, I've got the certificate. I've got it right here in the house. Married. Look, now let me get this straight. You both changed your names and got married, pretending to be someone else. Oh, Fred, you killed me. Well, we thought it would be better that way. Under the circumstances? Under the circumstances. Now, that's certainly a beaut. Yes, sir. That's about the funniest thing I've ever heard. Oh, what makes it funnier, you look as though you actually believe you can get away with it. We can't get away with it. Really, Fred? How? By shooting me with that gun you've got in your pocket? What are you- What's this, Fred? See? There's a gun in my hand. And it got there quickly, didn't it? You didn't even see where it came from. Did you? Henry, you're not- The thing is, Fred, you've become too sure of yourself. You forgot that I'd be out to know more about guns than you. I've known nothing except guns for four long years, Fred. I know how to handle. And I know how to shoot. Henry, you wouldn't- you wouldn't shoot me in cold blood. No, Fred. No. I wouldn't. I'm sick of killing. Sick of guns. Sick of guns. Fighting and physical suffering. I'm through with it for good. Glad you feel that way, Henry. Yes. Yes, I can see you are. You think you've won, don't you? You think you've accomplished your purpose. And later. What are you gonna do? Just what you think, Fred. Stay where you are. No. I'll let you go. Leave away from me, you fool! I still got this gun! I gotta be better than you! Now, put it! Well, it's not gonna be like that! Now! In a moment we return for the second act of danger Dr. Danfield, but first, now for the second act of... danger Dr. Danfield. Hi, Anita. What? Isn't Henry Fred? Fred, you're... You want Henry's uniform? That's it, baby. Fooled you, didn't I? That at first I was my twin brother, Henry. Fred was... with Henry. Henry? Waves right over there. Henry! Henry! He's dead. He's wearing your clothes. Oh, this... His face is all... What have you done? The answer to that is simple, baby. Don't doubt about us. Try to kill me. I defended myself, that's all. I murdered him. I murdered your own brother. Now, wait a minute, baby. Let's maybe take it easy. We're in this together. Together? By sure. You wouldn't have warned Henry to go to the police and tell him about your changing your name and marrying me when you already had a husband, would you? We wouldn't. He wouldn't have done that. No? You wouldn't want the cops to know about you selling the house on the securities and turning the door over to me, would you? Fred, this is awful. It is. It's so awful, baby. It's quit being exciting. I'll tell you how we're going to work it out. Work it out? Sure. Look. If we just left Henry here in his uniform and Scramby wouldn't have a chance, see? The way I got it figured, we're going to have plenty of a chance. Oh. It's easy. I'm Henry, see? I just got home. You're my wife. We got paid to prove it. But... How about Henry? Who would recognize Henry with his face smashed up like that and wearing those clothes? Why, Henry's just some guy we found dead on the living room floor when we got home after you met me at the station. We don't know anything about who he is. This won't work. There'll be an investigation. They'll find out. Sure, there'll be an investigation, baby, but not till we're in the clear. Look, I'm a returned veteran who just got out of the hospital a while ago. Tonight I have to report back to my boat. Henry had all the papers in his pocket to prove it. He had a good record. They can call anybody to check. And you think they'll let us go? They sure they will. Why not? Just don't leave town, okay? Keep in touch with us for a few days. Get it? A few days. So we'll need to take a few days. Oh. We'll never get away with it. We've got to get away with it, baby. We've got to. No other way. I... I just pulled you a light. Sure, I am. Sure, I am. Now let's get ready. Take up that gun in place of near Henry's body. I'll call the police. And neither of you touched anything after you found the injured body? Is that correct, Commander? Yes. I phoned you immediately. Is this Dr. Dan Field, the crime psychologist? Yes, and Mr. Rusty Fairfax. How do you do? How do you do? Well, Doc, it looks to me as though this will possibly just work out by ourselves. Unless you have some questions that you want to ask the Commander. How long did you plan to remain here at home, Commander Evans? Unfortunately, I'm supposed to report back to my boat tonight. I have my orders here. Imagine I'll be free in a day or two. Uh-huh. Let's see. It's now two o'clock. Do you mind if I ask you one or two questions? Not at all. Glad to do anything I can to help. Fine. Now, as I understand it, you and Mrs. Evans were living in the town of Hampton when you went to the service. Yes, that's right. Mrs. Evans had a chance to sell our property at a very decent profit. He did so. That's the first lighting me about at a court and bought the place here in Crestview. I see. According to the papers we found on the dead man's pocket, his name is Robinson. Did you ever know a man named Robinson, Commander? Well, that's probably a lot of Robinson's in the Navy. Must have known some of them, but none intimately. No. Well, thank you for answering my question. Oh, by the way, most returning servicemen managed to salvage a gun or two. Do you have a gun, Commander? Yes. That's one of my grips. It's a 45. Of course, if you care to look at it. Oh, no, no, no. That won't be necessary at all. As a matter of fact, I... Oh. Here's Mrs. Evans. Getting better, darling. Yes. Are these the policemen? Yes. There's Fairfax, Dr. Danfield, Captain Otis. I want you to meet Mrs. Evans. How do you do? How do you do? Mrs. Evans, this experience must be distressing to you, Mrs. Evans, after waiting four years to see your husband. Not a very pleasant homecoming for him. Yes. Tell him. Will it be necessary? I mean, how long... I understand how you feel. We will not bother you any longer than necessary. Dr. You all through? Yes. Yes. Oh, one more thing. It might be a good idea to take Mr. and Mrs. Evans' fingerprint, just as a matter of routine. A fingerprint? I don't get it, darling. It's a customized procedure. But I don't see it. That's all right. The least we can do is cooperate. Quicker we get these things over with, the sooner we'll be free to enjoy my homecoming. Oh, that's very decent of your commander. But you don't understand. Is something wrong, Mrs. Evans? No. No, I... Anita, what's the matter with you? Why are you stumbling over your words? Do you have something to say? Say it. I don't blame her a bit. I'm sure if I came home and found a dead man lying on the floor of my living room, I'd stumble over my words, too. Thank you, Mr. Don't worry, Mrs. Evans. Everything's going to be all right. These men are so used to this sort of thing that they're un-feeling about it. You're right, Miss Perfex. I'm sorry, darling. Yeah, let me pour you a glass of water. I'm glad you came along, Rusty. The woman's viewpoint is always important. Well, Captain, suppose while you're down at headquarters picking up the fingerprint equipment, Rusty and I remain here and sort of browse around. I'm sure only a... I'm sure, Commander, Mrs. Evans won't mind, and we might pick up a clue that will tell us something further. Oh, yes, yes, yes. I see what you mean, Doc. That's a good idea. Well, I'll start along. If you need any help, well, just give me a ring. What are you doing out here behind the house, anyway? The murder took place inside. Don't answer this. Take a look in this rubbish barrel. What do you expect to find in there? Possibly something, possibly nothing. Well, that's a bright answer. Well... Well, look here. It's a butt-stained cloth. That old butt-stained cloth. But it's quite fresh, too. Well, take a look at this. Hmm, it's a lady's house, too. Certainly is. The initials on it are A-E. Oh, it's A-E. Well, that could stand for Anita Evans. Well, uh... Think a minute now. Come on, you don't believe the truth. I'm beginning to believe a lot of things, Rusty. I wondered if Mrs. Evans was fumbling over words when we were inside the house because she was upset because she was afraid to have her fingerprint taken. Well, you don't really think Mrs. Evans committed the murder. Don't I, Rusty? Now, I'm supposing that it was the murderer who tried to hide these butt-stained cloths. But he wastes time going back to lock the door before taking flight. The answer to that one is obviously no. I think so, too. Well, I'm glad you agree, Rusty. Now, let's go one step further. Suppose when Commander Evans landed in New York, he called his wife long distance, told her he was on his way to Crestview and asked her to meet him at the station. Well... Mr. Robinson was, shall we say, calling on Mrs. Evans at the moment. Previously, he hadn't known that she had a husband. Suppose you stopped letting your imagination run away when Mrs. Evans could shoot anyone. Really? Rusty, I want you to do something rather important. Sure. What is it? We're going back into the house. I want you to carry on with your we women understand each other idea and insist that Mrs. Evans go to her bedroom and lie down. All right. But why? First, I'm going to call Captain Anderson headquarters. Then I want to have a talk with Commander Evans. I think if he's asked the proper questions, he'll unwittingly give me the information that will pin this murder on his wife. In a moment of return for the third act of Danger, Dr. Danfield, but first... Now back to our star, Michael Dunn, for the third act of... Danger, Dr. Danfield. Frankly, Danfield, I don't like your implication. Do you think that Anita... I'm sorry, Commander. The last thing I want to do is arouse your animosity. The willingness to cooperate is much more important. I'm willing to cooperate. When you come to a man and imply that his wife is a murderer, it's a little bit too much to take. But if your wife were a murderer, you'd want justice done, wouldn't you? With you, if it were your wife. If she'd been unfaithful to me, I would. Take that back, Danfield. Sorry. See, I'm off on the wrong track. I'll begin over again. Common sense must tell you that the person who murdered Robinson must have had access to this house. Yes, I suppose that's true. And you must admit that this bloody handkerchief is rather incriminating evidence. Imagine the police will call it incriminating? Yes, yes, they will. Now then, Mrs. Evans said she was away from the house two hours. Does it sound reasonable that she would leave two hours before taking time when the station is only ten minutes away? Stop it, Danfield. I don't want to hear any more. I'm only trying to prepare you for what might happen, Commander. You haven't seen your wife for four years. I know, I know. I... Tried not to think about it. I just can't believe that Anita would do anything like that. Pour yourself a shot of that bourbon. Yeah. I can use a drink. This job I have isn't easy or pleasant, Commander. It was you who accused your wife of stumbling over her words when the matter of the fingerprints came up. Remember? That meant nothing. What are you getting at? I think your wife was afraid to have her fingerprints. Now, Danfield, you're asking me to believe too much on too little evidence. Oh, we have a lot more evidence than you think, Commander. You have more evidence? Yeah. For example, I just talked to Captain Otis on the phone. He went to the trouble of checking and discovered that you didn't arrive at the railroad station until 12.15 this noon. Well, your wife claims that she left the house at approximately 10.15. Now, suppose the police medical examiner discovers that Robinson was murdered before 10.15. I don't get it. Well, if Robinson were murdered before 10.15, that means your wife must have either murdered him or known the dead body was lying on the living room floor. You see, she also stated that up until 10.15, she was here in the house, alone. All right. See what you mean. Danfield, you don't know what this means to me. I still can't believe it. Would you like to see some more evidence? More evidence? Yeah. Come into the living room, please, Commander. Now, look out there on the wall near the ceiling. Where? It's a bullet hole. Yeah. You see, two shots were fired instead of one. T-shirt? Apparently, there was quite a struggle, too. We checked the gun, which you said was in your grip, Commander. Your wife? Just a matter of routine. Captain most insists on being thorough. And at the same time, he has the faculty of not alarming anyway. That's why he checked the gun himself, instead of asking you to show it to him. I see. Just what did he gain by checking my gun? Nothing. Just cleaner the whistle, not even loaded. So you see, we've considered every angle. And furthermore, well, I must be the captain now. I'll let him in. Oh, Captain, I've been waiting for you. Oh, hello, Doc. I'm sorry I'm late. There's a lot to do. Oh, hello, Commander. Look here, Captain. Danfield's been telling me about my wife. Well, it's hard for me to believe. Yes, yes, I understand. I asked Doc if he'd try to explain things to you. Such jobs are easier for him than they are for me. Well, thanks, Doc, for the favor. Not at all, Captain. And now I'm afraid I've got some more bad news for you, Commander. More bad? Oh, hello, Miss Fairfax. Come in. And Mrs. Evans, too. Hello, Captain. We heard the doorbell and Mrs. Evans wanted to come down. Darling, is everything all right? I need eye. I don't know what to say. I don't know what to say. What do you mean? Perhaps you'd better let me say it, Commander. Mrs. Evans, we checked the fingerprints on the gun and found that they were yours. Found that they might. Who knows? Wait a minute, Captain. How could you do that when you hadn't taken Anita's fingerprints? That's something else we did, Commander, and without trying to alarm anyone. Captain, I just took the glass from which your wife had drunk some water when we first arrived here. All right. Let's see. Anita, why didn't you tell me? Tell you. Tell you what? I'm sorry, Anita. Four years is a long time, but I never... Well, stop it! You can't meet me with your things. Wish I didn't, Anita. I wish there weren't all this damning evidence. Evidence? But, Fred, you... I mean... Yes, Anita? I'll go to the elected chair. Fred, you don't realize... I'm sorry, Mrs. Evans. I'm afraid there's very little you can say that will help you now. There is. I mean, it was Fred who shot him, not I. Anita, you're wasting your time, Mrs. Evans. We've already checked and found Commander Evans was on the train when Robinson was killed. No, no, he wasn't. He wasn't. He was here. I couldn't... I wouldn't try to say any more, Mrs. Evans, until you've talked to your lawyer. You'll have plenty of opportunity then. Come along. No. No, if you don't let me talk, now, Fred will... Just...just a moment, please. Yes, Doc. I think she'll tell us the things we want to know now, Captain. Yes. Very well, Mrs. Evans. Who murdered Robinson? He did. Fred did. He said we could get away with it. He made me stick up the arm so my fingerprints were on it. He put my handkerchief in the rubbish, surely. Oh! No, what'll happen to you? Yes, I know. I'd go to jail for being a bigotmuss, but I won't go to the chair! Take it easy, Commander. Well, Captain, which is a lot of little scheme worked rather well, doesn't it? Yes. Two confessions without half try. What do you mean, two confessions? I'm confessing nothing. It won't make any difference whether you do or not. Fred? Oh, why is it, by the way, that I need to keep calling you Fred when your name is Henry? Why? Why, she... Don't embarrass yourself by trying to explain, Evans. You see, we've known right from the start that you're not Commander Henry Evans. You're his brother, Fred Evans. That's a lie. I've got the papers to prove it. Now, now, Evans, why don't you give up trying to be a super criminal? Your type is so common it's amusing to watch your antics. Don't you know why we played along with you watching you try to pin this murder on Anita? I didn't. You can't prove a thing. Oh, yes, we can prove everything. But it was much easier to hear Anita tell it. She's lying. She's trying to protect herself. Naturally, she is. Let me tell you what happened. After you murdered your brother, you knew your chances of getting away were slim, but you saw an out. You could pin the murder on Anita. You talked her into believing you both could get away with you posing as your brother. You threatened her. She had no alternative but to agree. As a matter of fact, you might have gotten away with it if you hadn't been so stupid. We'll still get away with it. You can't prove our murder, Henry. Can't we? Listen, Evans, there were two shots fired. You had a gun and Henry had a gun. Do you know from which gun the bullet came that killed Henry? It didn't happen that way. Anita had... It was your gun, Evans. We dug a bullet out of the wall up there. We know which gun it came from. Oh, you do. Well, now you're going to find out which gun this bullet is coming from. Get out of there! Doesn't any need to look out, Captain. I answered the bullet from his gun a long time ago. The fact is, Captain, this man is about the stupidest criminal I've ever come across. In a moment we return for the conclusion of Danger Dr. Danfield, but first, now for the conclusion of... Danger Dr. Danfield. You know, there's one thing I like about these cases. What's that, Miss Fairfax? Oh, it's coming back here to the studio, lighting up the fire and sitting around talking about it. Well, and how about making a noise like a hostess and throwing some of that mission iron strength, will you? Oh, don't be so anxious. I'm getting it. Ah, great girl, your secretary's out. I know it, Captain, but, uh, don't tell her I do. Did, uh, I hear my name mentioned? Probably. Captain and I like to gossip when you're out of earshot. Very funny, Dr. Danfield. Here you are. Thanks for everything. Captain Otis? Thank you, Miss Fairfax. Now let's get down to business. How'd you know, Dan? Hmm? How'd I know what? Listen to him. How'd he know what? How did you know that Commander Evans was a phony? Oh, well, uh, well, I was in the Marines. Stop bragging and tell us the answer. Well, the answer is pretty obvious, Rusty. A sailor or a marine, especially one just off his ship, doesn't speak of his ship as a boat. Say, that's right. A sailor always refers to his ship as a ship. Boat is a landlubber's term. Exactly, Captain. Also, a sailor refers to his luggage as gear. He doesn't call it a grip. That's right, too. The alleged Commander Evans said he had a gun in his grip. All the sailors I know refer to their luggage as gear. What was that, Rusty? I said, all the sailors I know... That's what I thought you said. I didn't know you knew any sailors. Didn't know I knew any... Boy, Dan. You're jealous. How wonderful. Oh, is it? Hey, Captain Otis, would you mind... Yeah, I understand, Doc. I'll be shoving off in a minute. Thank you. You know, Miss Fairfax seems to think that sailors have an edge on Marines. I intend to correct that impression.