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Tonight in Hollywood, Roma brings you the MGM star, Mr. Charles Lawton.
The suspense play which stars Charles Lawton, and which is produced and directed by William
Spear, is called Wet Saturday.
This remarkable and sardonic story is rather difficult to describe.
It, well, it most certainly isn't a whodunit.
Is it, Mr. Lawton?
No, no, it definitely isn't.
The question involved is not at all a matter of whodunit.
It's a matter of whether or not the who who done it is going to get it in the neck.
And if not, then who is, regardless of who actually done it.
It's very complicated.
Very well put, sir.
And before the curtain rises on suspense, will you eavesdrop with me a moment?
Dinner is over.
A delightful dinner in one of the great homes of a land far to the south.
And one of the guests is complimenting his host.
Harrah, all your reputation as a host grows with each of your magnificent dinners.
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And now with Wet Saturday and with the performance of Charles Lawton, we again hope to keep you
in suspense.
On this rainy afternoon, we should like you to meet the Princy family and their visitor.
They are of course at home, Mrs. Princy, daughter Millicent, George, the son and heir sprawled
on a couch, and finally Mr. Princy, fighting on a dry pipe.
Their living room is dull and overstuffed, rain beats at the windows.
They are any middle-class family at home on a wet day, except for one small item.
As you sit with them in the living room, you can see through the door to the sun porch
a pair of men's feet encased in high black shoes.
They look like the feet of a curate.
There is a tenseness in the room, the air is charged with excitement, but the feet are
very still.
But don't keep staring at them, listen to me all of you.
Don't you see, they'd hang her.
That's what they'd do, they'd hang her.
Oh Fred, it's too awful.
It's catastrophic.
A supposedly sweet, gentle, intelligent girl respected and loved by the whole village doing
a thing like this.
Think of the publicity and the disgrace.
Do you think I'm going to resign from the bench, the vestry and sell out and live in
some foggy hotel abroad?
Oh no.
No, I'll kill myself.
I will, I will.
Don't be a fool.
Any more than you have been, the Governor May.
Will you be quiet?
Wouldn't be so bad if it were you, George.
Everybody in the village knows you're not responsible.
Get off that couch and sit up on your spine.
You might be of a little use here if you could think.
What would I say Governor, this isn't my funeral.
Shut up.
As long as I can remember George, you've been a trial and tribulation to me.
Oh I can't stand it, I can't stand it.
You've got to stand it my dear and keep that hysterical note out of your voice, do you
hear?
Yes.
We are talking about the weather.
Now George.
Yeah?
George.
You see, he fell down the old well so he's striking his head several times.
What about that?
I really don't know Governor.
What about it?
Don't be an ass George.
I'm asking you to think.
He'd have had to hit the side several times in 30 or 40 feet at all the correct angles.
No, no, I'm afraid not.
I'm afraid that won't do it.
Oh we'll have to go over it all again Millicent.
Oh no Father.
No I couldn't, I couldn't.
Millicent, we must go over it all again.
Fred, you're torturing her.
Oh face facts mate, with him lying there, no use pretending it's a picnic.
We might hang you Millicent.
Oh do stop that shaking.
Stop it Millicent, stop it, you must stop it.
You must keep your voice quiet Millicent.
We are talking about the weather.
Now we will proceed.
I can't, I can't, not with those feet there.
You should have thought of that Millie.
I'm not moving her.
Shut up George and stop shuffling your feet.
Now Millicent look at me and answer me truthfully.
Do you hear?
Answer me.
You were in the croaky court?
Yes.
Who knew you were in love with this wretched curate?
The whole village knows, they've been sneering about in the pub for the three years past.
Shut up George.
Millicent we continue, you were on the croaky court?
Yes.
You were putting the croaky set into its box?
Yes it was starting to rain.
I was carrying the balls and mallets into the sun porch.
The box was there.
You heard someone enter the garden gate and come across the yard?
Yes.
Could you see who it was?
Not at first, I was going into the sun porch.
I threw down all the mallets but the red one and turned round.
And it was Withers?
Yes.
So you called him?
Yes.
Loudly?
Oh.
Did you call him loudly?
Could anyone have heard?
No father, I'm sure not.
I didn't really call him, I just spoke his name.
He saw me as I went to the door and he just waved his hand and came over.
Can I find out from you whether there was anyone about, whether he could have been seen?
I'm sure not father, I'm quite sure.
So you both went into the sun porch?
Yes it was raining hard then.
What did he say?
He said hello Millie and excuses coming in the back way but he set out to walk over to
Liston.
Yes.
He said, passing the park he'd seen the house and suddenly thought of me and he thought
he'd just look in for a minute.
He had something to tell me.
Yes, go on.
He said he was so happy he wanted me to share it.
He'd heard from the bishop he was to have vicarage and it wasn't only that.
It meant he could marry and he began to stutter and get all confused and because I thought
it meant me.
Don't tell me what you thought, tell me exactly what he said, nothing else.
Yes, answer God now.
Well, well, oh dear.
Stop crying, it's a luxury you can no longer afford, tell me what happened.
He said no, he said it wasn't me, it's Ella Bregdon Davis and he was sorry and all that.
Then he went to go.
And then?
I got mad.
He turned his back, I had the red mallet of the croak he set in my hand.
I forgot to drop it in the box when I came and I was just.
Did you shout or scream?
I mean as you hit him.
No, I'm sure I didn't.
Did he?
Come on speak up, you've got a tongue in your head.
No father.
And then?
I threw it down.
I came straight in here.
I went to look for mother, that's all.
My poor baby.
And you're sure no one else was about?
No, no one.
No one.
Leave the child alone, Fred.
You're not such a child, mate.
Oh, Milly, I had no idea.
George, will you keep quiet?
I'm thinking.
You see, George, he probably told people he was going to listen.
Certainly no one knows he came here, for he didn't decide until he crossed the park.
He might have been attacked in the woods.
We must consider every detail.
A curate with his head battered in.
Oh, don't father, don't.
Oh, shut up.
A curate with his head battered in.
Well who would want to kill withers?
Who'd want to kill withers?
Well I would with pleasure.
How do you do, Mrs. Princey?
Captain, I'm sorry, it's not.
Well, well, well, well.
Oh, sit down, sit down.
Pray you mustn't get up for me, Mrs. Princey.
You are the militant, my word.
I'm just being naively on a bad day.
I wanted to ask you about those Dahlia bulbs, Princey.
I took a short cut on account of the rain and walked right in.
I knew you wouldn't mind.
He heard you, father.
Oh, dear.
We can all have our little jokes, can't we?
Don't you pretend to be shocked.
This way, Smollett.
This chair facing the fireplace, old man.
Sit down, mother.
Just straighten the curtain to the sun porch, dear.
It looks so gloomy out there.
Might as well shut the rain out.
Well, we were just talking about a little theoretical cure at killing, Smollett.
Young people these days like killers.
Parsonicide?
Justifiable, parsonicide.
You heard about Ella Bragdon Davis?
I should be a proper laughingstock.
Why should you be a proper laughingstock, Smollett?
Oh, I had a shot in that direction myself.
Did you?
I have said yes, too.
Isn't it too hard?
She told most people.
Now I look as if I were jilted.
Too bad.
Oh, the fortune of war.
Yes, the fortune of war.
Yes, odd how that happens, isn't it?
Sit down, Smollett, old man.
Mother, Millicent, would you console Captain Smollett with your best light conversation?
George and I have something to look at outside.
The rain, you know.
Very bad, very bad.
Come along, George.
Perhaps we'll need raincoats.
Oh, I don't think so, George.
Just make yourself at home, Smollett.
Make yourself at home, old boy.
A cigarette, Captain Smollett.
Thank you, thank you.
Nasty day to be going out.
Oh, it's something about the old well just off the sun porch door, you know.
This terrible, sudden weather seems to have loosened some of the stones.
Too bad, too dash bad.
Spoils the tennis and the croquet.
I mean, a day like this.
Doesn't it, Millicent?
Yes, it does.
She was practicing out on the croquet.
I hope you don't feel too bad about Ella Bragdon, David.
Oh, can't always win, you know.
Can't understand what you women see in these bloodless clerics.
Oh, I always thought Mr. Withers was a, is a very charming man.
I quite agree, but why should anyone want to marry him?
I mean, I suppose you didn't say.
Good Lord, man, you come on a fellow suddenly.
I suppose I did.
You don't mind this old double-barreled shotgun, do you, Smollett?
I've been working on it.
May I have your attention for a minute?
There's something on the sun porch I'd like to show you.
Oh, yes, yes, of course.
Smollett, George and I went out to see if we could shoot some rats, which had been driven
out of the old well by the high water.
We were afraid they might get into the house.
But you must listen to me very carefully, very carefully, or you'll be shot by accident.
Frenzy, what's the matter with you?
You heard me ask as you came in who would kill Withers.
You also heard Millicent make a comment, an unguarded comment.
Well, what of it?
Very little, unless you were to hear that Withers had met with a violent end this afternoon.
And that, my dear Smollett, is what you are going to hear.
What? Withers dead?
Yes.
Who killed him?
Millicent.
Good Lord.
Oh, shut up, sniveling Millie.
Yes, it's a mess.
And of course you would have remembered and guessed.
Maybe, yes, I suppose I should.
Therefore you constitute a problem.
Why did she kill him?
It's one of those disgusting things.
Pityable, too, I think.
She deluded herself that he was in love with her.
Good heavens.
Millie, yes, of course I see.
He told her about the Davies girl, Ella Bregdon Davies.
I understand.
I have no wish as you will comprehend that she should be proved either a lunatic or a murderess.
I could hardly go on living here after that, could I?
Besides, I'm rather fond of Millie.
Quite.
On the other hand, you know about it.
Yes, I see that makes me a problem.
You were wondering if I could keep my mouth shut if I promised?
I'm wondering if I could believe you.
But if I promised?
If things went smoothly, yes.
But not if there was any sort of suspicion or any questioning.
You would be afraid of being an accessory.
I don't know.
I do.
What are we going to do?
I can't see anything else.
I mean, you'll never be fool enough to do me in.
You can't get rid of two corpses.
Well, I regard it as a better risk than the other.
It could be an accident.
Or you and Withers could both disappear.
There are possibilities in that.
Listen, you can't...
I can.
But there may be a way out.
There is, Smollett.
You gave it to me yourself.
I did? What?
Well, you said you would kill Withers.
You have a motive.
Look here, now. I was guilty.
Now, listen, Smollett, I can't trust you.
You must trust me.
Or else I will kill you now in the next minute.
I mean that.
You can choose between living and dying.
Go on.
There's the old well just outside the Sunport porch door.
That's where I'm going to put Withers.
No one outside knows he's come up here this afternoon.
No one will ever look there for him unless you tell them now.
You must give me evidence that you have murdered Withers.
I... I murdered him?
But why do you want that?
So that I shall be dead sure that you'll never open your lips on the subject.
I... I see.
What evidence?
George. Yes, Governor?
Hit him in the face. Sure!
You keep out of this, Milford.
Oh, you can't, gin.
You should be more careful.
Look what your teeth did to my knuckle.
Do it again, George. Okay.
Oh, I can't!
Smollett, how can you?
You keep quiet, Millie. Stop snivelling.
I'm sorry, Smollett.
But there must be traces of a struggle between you and Withers.
Then it will be not altogether safe for you to go to the police.
Mmm.
Now, George, would you get the croaky mallet?
Oh, right.
And, George, take your handkerchief to it.
You'll find it there on the sun porch floor.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, I got it, Governor.
Yes, right, boy.
There, Captain. There's the weapon.
See, as I told you, Smollett, there it was.
Now, if you please, just grasp the end that mashed Withers' head.
I shall shoot you if you don't.
Good Lord, you... you can't.
There. All right.
That's it, old boy. That's right.
Now, deposit it by the side of the house.
Out of the rain, of course.
Now, wait, George.
First, you'd better pull a few hairs out of his head
and put them under the nail of Withers' right hand.
Wait, I'm sorry to mash your hair up, Captain.
Oh!
Oh, my babies.
That's all we need.
And now for Withers, and we'll fix it right up.
I'll be right with you, Governor.
Smollett, you may turn round now.
Withers is just there in the sun porch.
Draw back the curtain, old man.
Good Lord.
Yes.
Messy.
Now, you, Smollett,
now you've just got to drag him through the door
and help him in the old well.
Just beyond the door, Captain.
I... I won't touch him. I won't.
All right, all right. Stand aside, George.
Out of range, George. Just over there.
There's only one place I want this charge of shop to go to.
Oh, Mother. Mother.
Now, Millie, you keep quiet and stop snivelling.
My aim is... Wait a minute. Wait.
That's better.
That's better, Smollett. Much better.
Now, go along now.
In here.
You've got to take him outside, old boy.
My shoulders ought to do it, Captain.
You keep quiet, George. Now, go on, Smollett. Go on.
Under the arms. You've seen dead men before.
Now, don't go green. Drag him out. Drag him, old boy.
You little pulley. I'll just hold the gun here
to make sure everything goes all right.
Steady now. Mind the step there.
Mother.
Come away from the window, dear. Don't look.
But, Captain Smollett...
Your father is a very resourceful man, Millicent.
I'm sure what he's doing...
But the captain... I... I can't stand him.
You mustn't question your dear father.
You two still, I'd say.
There's enough trouble around here with our blubbering.
Don't you call me blubbering, George Princey.
Well...
You see, Smollett, everything is perfectly safe.
You remember, you see, that no one knows
that Withers came here.
Everyone thinks he walked off to Liston.
And he's at five miles of country to search.
They'll never look in our well.
Don't you see how safe it is?
I... I guess so.
Good heavens, old boy. You're dripping wet.
Why don't you slip your raincoat on?
Is the tea ready, dear?
In just a minute, dear. I'll ring for Bridget.
It's exactly what you need, Smollett.
A nice hot cup of tea.
It's the best thing in the world to ward off a cold.
Sit down, won't you, old man?
Don't you mind getting the chair wet? That's all right.
Would you have a cigarette?
No. Open yourself, old boy.
See, I stick to my pipe. Funny how you get attached to pipes.
My wife always says to me... Everything's hot, ma'am.
Oh, Bridget, yes. Put the tray in front of me.
Here, on the table. That's it.
Say, Captain...
I'm sorry you've cut your lip.
Oh, well, I just knocked it.
Why, how dreadful.
Here, Bridget. Give the captain this cup.
No, no, no, no. Thank you. I...
I'd rather think I'll be running along, if you don't mind.
Why, Captain Smollett, without any tea?
If you don't mind, Mrs. Princey,
if I could just have my raincoat.
Come on, get it for you, Cap.
This is very distressing, Smollett.
Very odd.
I'll be all right presently, I'm sure.
Oh, here we are. Let me help you, sir.
Oh, thank you...
young man.
There.
You'd better go out the front way, Smollett.
The walk is drier.
Oh, let me hold the door for you, Cap.
And don't worry, old fellow. Don't worry at all.
No, no, no. I...
I won't. Good afternoon.
It's nothing serious, I imagine.
Dear, a little rest, of course.
He'll be as right as rain.
Oh, by the way, Millicent,
you're not looking any too well, dear.
Not well at all.
I'm sure it was that croquet caught.
Being outdoors in weather like this is
simply foolhardy.
Oh, mate is right, Millie.
You saw what happened to Captain Smollett.
Come along, dear.
I shall give you a hot foot bath and put you to bed.
A couple of days in bed and you'll be fine again.
You'll get plenty of rest, Millicent,
and don't you worry about a thing.
That's the best cure for you, dear.
I guess I'll have a little nap, too, Governor.
Fine afternoon for a nap.
Yes, it is. Nice.
Indeed it is, Sam.
Well, enjoy yourself, boy. I'll see you later.
I'll see you all later.
Ta-da-da-dum-dum-dum
Ta-da-da-dum-dum-dum-ta-da
Your number, please.
Oh, er, would you get me to Police Station?
Police Station? Right away, sir.
Ta-da-da-dum-dum-dum-ta-da
Police headquarters. Sergeant Yancey speaking.
Oh, hello, Sergeant. This is Princey of Abbots Road.
I believe you know me.
Oh, oh, indeed I do, Mr. Princey.
Sergeant, a rather horrible thing has just occurred.
Quite extraordinary. It's murder, in fact.
Murder?
I'm afraid it looks rather bad. Well,
for a close friend of ours, unfortunately.
We saw him do it. I think you'd better send someone over right away.
Oh, a man should be there right about now, Mr. Princey.
I beg your pardon?
I think our man should be there now.
Constable Martin has his post right below your house.
They're just rying in.
Seems Captain Smollett was with him.
Captain Smollett?
We reported some rather queer goings-on at your place,
but I certainly didn't understand it was murder.
But just don't touch anything, Mr. Princey,
and don't worry.
Don't worry at all.
Now, now, now, now, Sergeant.
Don't worry, thank you.
Governor, Governor, where are you?
I'm right here, and stop shouting.
We have some visitors, Governor.
I can see that.
Well, Constable,
good afternoon.
Hello, Smollett.
What a remarkable fellow you are,
coming back like this,
here to re-enact the crime.
Only the one against me, Princey,
the one against the Curate,
are a leaf to you people.
Extraordinary sense of humor you have.
Mr. Princey, I just had a look at what's in your well.
Not a pretty sight, that. Not pretty at all.
Yes, Captain Smollett was thorough,
if nothing else.
You saw him when he did it, sir,
out in the back?
Oh, yes, yes, oh, quite.
We were just returning from a walk,
and Smollett has evidently been lying for the Curate,
hiding out in those bushes by the road, I imagine.
Never inside this house?
Never.
And you say, Captain?
I say that while I was inside this house,
a guest of the family,
I was coerced into dragging the Curate's body outside,
and dumping it in the well.
Well, there we are.
Not entirely, Constable.
I'll just remove my raincoat here,
and demonstrate how damp I got my clothes
when I went outside without it.
Now, that's interesting, isn't it?
Yes, yes.
He undoubtedly removed his coat at some point
between here and your post.
I might as well tell you that his weapon,
a red croaky mallet, is out by the side of this house.
I shouldn't be at all surprised
that you'd find his fingerprints all over it.
All over the end of the mallet, Constable.
The end that mashed with his head.
Not the end I'd have to grasp
in order to do the mashing.
Captain, I think...
That's a decent try, Smollett, but it won't work.
There must be other evidence, Constable.
You'll undoubtedly find it when you examine the body.
He means the hair under Withers' nails.
Well, sir, I happen to notice something
when your young George there opened the door for me.
If you'll carefully look,
I believe you'll find a few of my precious hairs
under his nails, too.
What are you trying to say?
Shut up, George, will you?
Constable, this is a complete waste of time.
So far as a violent struggle between Smollett
and Withers is concerned,
Smollett's face speaks for itself quite eloquently.
But no more eloquently than your son's knuckles.
As you see, Constable, a fresh abrasion.
He did that on my teeth.
Oh, uh, hmm.
Or, uh, did he?
What?
I said, uh, or did he?
He might have done that on Withers' teeth.
Oh, oh, I see.
Yes.
I see what you mean.
But I didn't, Captain.
He said that I didn't, Mr. Withers.
Now, here, you keep still, you nitwit.
Let me think. Let me think.
As a matter of fact, George,
the more I think of it,
the more I'm convinced it was your voice I heard.
Quite a vigorous quarrel.
Something about the, uh, curate
of tilting your sister.
Dumb and ridiculous, Smollett.
Very well, Princey.
If he didn't do it, who did?
Yes, that's what I'd like to know.
How about it, Mr. Princey?
Yes, that is a stickle all right.
George, my boy,
it looks to me as if you're elected.
Elected?
Well, what do you mean? I didn't do it.
Keep your mouth shut.
Well, I won't, sir. I'm not going to take the blame for her.
Millie did it. She did it.
It was the mallet I saw.
Me? Why, you?
Millie?
You could prove that?
Prove it? Why, yes.
Yes, her fingerprints
on the mallet, that handle.
Why, George, don't you remember
when you made me touch the mallet
and picked it up with your handkerchief?
George, I'm sure you wiped that handle clean.
Oh, well,
I can hardly expect you to remember that
if you can't even remember
killing the curate.
I told you
to keep still, George.
I am thinking.
You're not going to let him say that.
As long as I can remember, George,
you have been a trial and tribulation to me.
What?
You shouldn't have done it, George.
Oh, no.
You shouldn't have done it.
Now, let's all have a nice hot cup of tea.
It warms the cockles of the arse.
Very good for you.
And so closes
Wet Saturday,
starring Mr. Charles
and his wife,
Millie.
And so closes
Wet Saturday,
starring Mr. Charles
and his wife,
Millie.
And so closes
Wet Saturday,
starring Mr. Charles
and his wife,
Millie.
And so closes
Wet Saturday,
starring Mr. Charles
and his wife,
Millie.
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I hope you enjoyed our play this evening.
Next week, I'm told that Suspense
will bring you another of John Collier's
stories. It's one of my very particular
favorites. It's called Back
for Christmas, and your star will be
Peter Lorre. Charles Lawton
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