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Remember, you're always right with auto light. And now with For Love or Murder and with the performance of Mickey Rooney, auto light hopes once again to keep you in suspense. Nothing could have stopped me. Nothing on earth could have stopped me. There were drums beating in my head as I left the taxi and started down 55th street. The moon was high over Jersey, staring. There was no one outside the building, no one near it at all. I walked slowly toward the service entrance and into the cellar. I knew where the back stairs were, we'd rehearsed the whole thing on paper a hundred times, more than a hundred times. It wasn't something you blundered into. Anne had taught me that. It wasn't something you did on the spur of the moment. Murder had to be a calm, organized thing. Murder had to be planned. If anyone saw me going up the back stairs, it might cause a little fuss. But if I were calm, if I were organized, if I moved slowly and acted as though nothing was wrong, they'd pass and ignore me. I was just an eccentric fellow who'd rather walk upstairs than ride elevators. New York was full of such people. But no one saw me. All the way up to the fourth floor, no one saw me. Then I stepped out onto the landing. I waited an hour or ten seconds or ten years. Time meant nothing. I wasn't aware of it passing. I slid the gun into my hand. It felt as hot and heavy as death itself. Oh, you're late. You're a few minutes late. I thought you weren't coming. Where is he? In there. In there. Who is it, Anne? Who is it? Well, quickly, darling. Do it fast. Yeah, yeah. Who is it, Anne? Um... Who are you? What do you want? That little man who was about to die looked at me at my face, at my neck, and then his eyes flooded down into the gun that hung there. I see. I didn't say, uh... He looked like a little fish. Like a helpless, harmless, scared fish. And the drums in my head beat louder, and the wheels turned, the lights flashed, and that little man melted toward me. No, I see. I see. No. No! I hit him! I hit him! I hit him! I hit him! Wait. No, wait. He's dead. He must be dead after that. He'd only fought back or something. He just took it. No, he's dead. He's dead. Huh? Now, dear. Huh? Me. You've got to hit me. I... I didn't think it'd be like this, Anne. How'd you think it'd be? A tea party? So awful, dirty, and... What's the matter with you, Tommy? I didn't think it'd be like this, Anne. You can't weaken now, Tommy. No. Take the gun. Yeah. And the rest. Do you remember the rest of it? The other things you've got to do? Yes, I... I remember. Hit me hard. You've got to hit me hard. Hit you hard. You've got to be Marx. Mustn't look like I've framed this. Now, it must be hard. Yeah. And then the jewelry and stuff. Jewelry and stuff. I put them up on the dresser. And his wallet. Here. Take it. It must look good, darling. It must look good. Yeah. Yeah. And must up the room. Do you remember? I remember. I remember. All right. Now, quickly. Hit me. Hit me. I love you, Anne. I must love you very much. Hit me! She fell, but she didn't just fall down. She fell into a graceful little ball. Even unconscious, she seemed in perfect control of things. The room. The room had to be ripped up. Ripped up. The room had to be ripped. Ow! Took the stuff she had piled up on the dresser. Braceless rings, pins. She ripped his wallet into my pocket. Then I got out. I got out as fast as I could. The way was clear all the way down. Just a cellar. That was all that was left. One fast. Whoever it was came straight toward me. He saw me. There was no hiding. And he was between me and the street. He shoveled toward me. I lifted the gun. Good. You're just the second young boy. Let me get a little... I swung hard and spun back into the raw pan. I waited a moment. And then the street was still empty. Then I came out and I felt like running along it. I almost ran along it. Then I was cool. The air felt good. I walked away. I walked away. And I thought about love. About me being in love. What kind of love was this? What kind of love was it that made a guy behave like this? What kind of love was it that caused people to be hurt? People to be killed? What kind of love was it? I walked a... I walked... Finally, I looked at my watch. Ten minutes. The whole thing had taken just ten minutes. What was the rest of it? Yeah, I had to get back to the club before it was time for me to go on again. Before it was time for me to seat myself at the piano in the lounge and soothe away the cares of tired, sophisticated New Yorkers. I had to get back quickly. No one saw me. The back way. I used the back way, the same one I'd left by. Yeah. That was my life from now on, baby. The back way, sneak in, sneak out. It'd be hard to break myself into the habit after tonight. But it was cheap. The cheap price to pay for it. Any price really was cheap to pay for it. And that's all I had to ever remember. I was in my little dressing room for two or three minutes. Had a chance, even, to wash my face. Yeah, yeah, I'll be with you in a minute. Okay, Tommy. The wallets, the bracelets, the junk I'd forgotten to ditch and get rid of them first thing Anna told me. And I'd forgotten. I didn't want them around. They might make trouble hanging around. Hello, Tommy. How's the boy rock mononoff, huh? Hiya, Jimmy. Have your nap, all set to go? Yeah, I slept a little. I'll be right back. Sure, kid, sure. How are you, Frank? I thought I'd get a little air. Yes, sir. Nothing like it. One thing about being a doorman, I don't make much money, but I get an awful lot of fresh air. Fresh as you can get in New York anyway, huh? Right you are, Mr. Licky. Gonna take a little walk. Certainly hit it right that time. Fresh as you can get in New York. Moonless. Still high over Jersey. Staring. Sewer. That was the best spot. Just throw them in and let the East River take care of them. I had the wallet in my hand when I... Where's that at, Tommy? You look like you're in love. Officer, I didn't see you. Officer, is it? You're getting awful formal. Kind of jumpy, ain't you? No, no, no, Dan. Dan, it's just that you startled me, that's all. I startled you, did I? I was just standing there and you walked within two inches of me and didn't see me. It's you're in love. I know the symptom, you're in love. Love. Maybe you're right, Dan. That's a great feeling, lad. Dangerous. If you need someone to help you find your way back to the club, just tell me. In your condition, no telling where you'll walk. Yeah, I'll wait until his footsteps died out and then... Sewer. Sewer fast. And he gets... Gotta go to work, gotta... What's that? Now, there's boys with something on their mind. Yeah. Going down fifty-fifth looks like from here. Somebody's in for it. I gotta be... The customers are screaming for you. Come on, come on. I wasn't afraid. I wasn't nervous. The cops would be talking to Ann now. If she made a slip, the two of us would be dead. As dead as you could get. I knew she wouldn't make any slips. She'd be too smart for him. We'd plan too well for him. It was all so simple. He couldn't make anything out of it. A crook slipped into her apartment, killed her husband. Her rich, fat, tired, helpless husband. He slugged her. That was all there was to it. Happens in New York. Happens a lot in New York. Could she help it if the whole thing made her a rich woman? Could she help it if a housebreaker freed her from her husband so she could marry someone else? Could she help that? Set up was so perfect. What could go wrong? I sat and played Chopin. Strauss, Gershwin, Berlin. I sat and played the music of kind and great and gentlemen. I tried to keep that thing on the floor out of my mind. I tried to keep that out of my mind. You know that dame that used to come in here, that Anne Thomas? I don't think I... Oh, you remember the one? The brunette. The cute one. Used to have a crush on you. Lives on 55th Street. Anne Thomas? Yeah. I remember... What? A fuss down her house tonight. Somebody broke in and messed things up. Killed her husband, banged her around. Dan Ryan was telling me. It's too bad. You're never safe in these big towns, are you? You're never safe anywhere. You were safe if you were smart. You were safe if you had someone like Anne to think things out for you. You were safe if you had her to look forward to. To depend on you. I was safe. That was all that mattered really. I was safe. It was childish to worry about guys like Anne's husband. It was silly to get squeamish over a little blood. People died every minute in New York. They were useless and they were in the way and they died. But it didn't matter whether it was murder or something else. People died. Sure, sure, that's... 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You sure can't tickle those keys, Tommy. You must have a beautiful soul. Well, what's the matter? Shut up. What? I said shut up! Well, I didn't mean to say anything wrong, Tommy. What did I say? Shut up! Shut up! Talk to yourself all night, build yourself up, tell yourself things were all right and you were a great guy, smart guy. One stupid remark mixed you all up again. One stupid remark made you see blood again. Made you feel like garbage. One stupid remark. Beautiful soul? My soul? So what? The apartment was like a big, bare, ugly cave. I tried to sleep. Got up and tried to read words danced in front of me like they'd been hung on rubber bands. Nerves, nerves, nerves. It's just nerves. Anna could have talked me out of it in a minute. All I had to do was get some sleep or talk to Anna. Yeah. Yeah. All night, not a word. That's why I was jumpy. Suppose she was in trouble. Suppose something had gone wrong. Suppose somewhere we'd slipped. Operator, give me... No. If the wires were tapped, no, I wouldn't do it a call. But if I went to the apartment the way I went last night, no one would see me. The police wouldn't expect that. That's the last thing they'd expect. I had to touch her. I needed her strength. I needed her to tell me things were all right. I had to see her. I had to see her. I could get in and out again. No one would be the wiser. Four in the morning, the street was empty. The cellar was colder than it had been. The stairs were lighted. A thin red bulb at each landing. I didn't remember that. It's calm. Calm, no. Let me in. You shouldn't have come. I suppose they're watching. You think they're watching? I don't know. You know what I told you? Yeah, but... You know what we planned? You weren't to get in touch with me for days. For days. I know, but I had to see you, baby. Please, let me... Let me now stop. You shouldn't have come. Just a moment. I love you so, honey. I had to be with you. No, no. No. I had to be with you, baby. You're really a sweet boy, Tom. You're not angry with me, honey. Did anyone see you? No, no. I'm sure of it. I was careful. Let me kiss you. I feel strong again. I feel strong. I could do anything now. I was kind of mixed up tonight, but I'm all right now. I feel good now. Sweet boy. You're worried? Huh? Why? Didn't we plan? Didn't we plan good enough to fool anybody? Why were you worried? I don't know. I don't know. Please believe me. I knew they would. You sure they did? Well, of course I'm sure. They were sympathetic and kindly. They were nice. Well, suppose they were only pretending. Sometimes, you know, they pretended. Oh, when men are acting with me, I know what... Come on, baby. Come here. There's no reason in the world to think this is any different than a thousand other robberies. I told you that. I told you that from the beginning. We'll be happy now, huh? Won't we? Won't we be happy together? Now tell me that, baby. We'll be happy. Yeah, we'll be happy. I love you, baby. I love you. Aren't you a little sorry about the janitor? Janitor? What about the janitor? Oh. What about the janitor? See the man I met in the cellar? What about him? He's dead. What? He fractured his skull. No, no. I said you were a wild boy. You never meant that. I didn't know I hit him so hard. I didn't like you because you turned wild. He turned wild. I didn't mean to kill a man. I'm sorry I told you. You're going to worry about him all night. I'll be careful next time when I tell you. I wish I had a piano so you could play for me. I'd like to hear you play, honey. Be careful, baby. What? It's only the phone? Careful, honey. Yes? What? You've got the wrong number. Wrong number. Silly dog. What do you want, honey? I don't know. It's the wrong number. You want a drink, Tommy? No, no. You mind if I make one for myself? Go ahead, honey. You know you hit me awful hard last night. Look at the lump there. Look at it. I didn't want to hit you that hard. It'll look good. It'll look awful good. Oh, for pity's sake. Careful, baby. Yes? Oh, it's you again. You've got the wrong number. The wrong number. The way people annoy you. Annie. Yeah, Tommy. Annie. That janitor. Who? Who was he? Who was he? I don't know. Just a janitor, that's all. Did he have any kids? Two or three? Yeah. I think so. Why? You want to get some ice? I don't know why I wanted to know. I'm telling you. I'll get it. I'll take it. I'll tell you. No, Tommy. I'll get it. No, Annie. That's you, Anne. Okay, this is the last time. I love that wrong number routine. Who have you got up there? The young chick who rupped your husband out for you? Huh? You're a little, honey. Get rid of him as soon as you can. And I don't want him hanging around after we're married, you know? That's you, Anne. Why don't you say something? Why don't you... Tommy. I sat down in the bed and I felt very calm and very organized. And I heard the drums start thumping in my brain. But delicate and far off. This time they had a sad, lost beat. What is it, Tommy? Was it that same silly guy? The janitor has three kids, huh? Who's going to feed them? Annie, who's going to love them? What's the matter with you, Tommy? Oh, Tommy. Come here. Let's sit down. What have you got on me anyway? What is there about you? Tommy. You're bad for me. You're awful bad for me. You could make all kinds of a sucker out of me. You could turn my stomach in 50 different directions a minute. And I'd still go on loving you. Why? I don't like it, but you don't like it. I don't like it. Why would I love you? Ah, you're tired. Come on, sit down here by me. Don't touch me! Tom, what? What is it, that phone call? That's a gag. That's someone playing a joke. I was a patsy, huh? All that horror and all that fright. I got black with two good men's blood helping you and that guy on the phone. Tom! Tom, put that gun away. Now listen, I'll explain. Tom, let me talk. You think I like to do those things, Annie? Tom, now listen. I killed two men to get you in. But I haven't got you. He's got you. The guy on the phone's got you. No, Tom! No, he hasn't! My hand, I did. I bought you. That's not fair. By rights, you shouldn't be mine. You're not mine, are you? No, Tom! No, it was always you. You're a hand. I gave him up. I was only kidding him. I was only spitting him along. It was always you, Tommy. I wasted all that blood on him. No, Tom, please! Wasted two guys and three kids. No! It's gotta end, then. Tom, no! It's gotta end! No, Tom! It can't be love, can it? No, Tom! It couldn't have ever been love. Love doesn't hurt like this. It doesn't end! It doesn't! It wasn't neat, now. Just fell in a silly little lump in the lake. Quiet! I'll walk down a corridor the night of December 10th, and I shall die. It's not important. They've let me play the piano here. I've even composed some stuff, short pieces. I always wanted to compose, but I never had the time for it. Maybe someday somebody important will play my stuff. Maybe someday you'll hear some of it. Funny things have happened. There are even people who get away with murder. Hey, tell me. I think a lot about Anne. Poor Anne. She should have picked someone older than me, someone solid and stable and wise. Someone with a stronger stomach. Not a musician. Not a musician. Suspense presented by Autolight, tonight's star, Mickey Rooney, with Lorraine Tuttle. I like your trophies, Harold. You'll like your Autolight's staple battery even more, Remingchester. It's just one of more than 400 products made by Autolight for cars, trucks, planes and boats in 28 plants coast to coast. These include complete electrical systems for many makes of America's finest cars, batteries, spark plugs, generators, coils, distributors, starting motors, and Autolight bullseye headlights. All engineered to fit together perfectly, work together perfectly, because they're a perfect team. 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