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This is the Man in Black, here to introduce this weekly half hour of Suspense.
Tonight from Hollywood, we bring you as star, Mr. Alan Ladd.
In the character Mr. Ladd assumes with us tonight, he reveals the thoughts and through
them, the dramatic story of a young man on trial for the crime of murder.
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And now with the defense rests and with the performance of our star, Alan Ladd, as defendant
Robert Tasker, supported by John McIntyre as the noted criminal lawyer, Max Kramer, we
again hope to keep you in suspense.
The people versus Robert Tasker.
The defendant charged on the indictment with murder in the first degree.
Is counsel for the defense prepared to proceed?
I am, your honor.
Very well, Mr. Kramer.
Your honor, if the court please, I think it is fitting that for a moment I should speak
openly to your honor and to the jury for matter which has, albeit indirectly, nonetheless,
a substantial bearing on this case.
I refer, of course, to the rather unique relationship existing between myself and the defendant
Robert Tasker.
It's true that my interest in him and in his fate is far greater than the normal interest
of a lawyer and his client.
It's true that that interest might be reasonably described as it has been so many times as
fatherly.
Yet, I ask your honor and the gentlemen of the jury to think of me in all fairness and
without bias simply as a lawyer defending his client.
It needs no expatiation on legal or practical ethics to demonstrate that if I did not, for
me, with my whole heart and mind be...
My name is Robert Tasker.
I am sitting in a courtroom on trial for murder.
As Mr. Kramer, my lawyer, stands there now telling the judge and the jury about me and
about him, I can't help thinking that if it weren't for him, I wouldn't be here today.
And thinking what irony it is too because Mr. Kramer is the only friend I've ever had
in the world.
I am an ex-con.
My sentence was for 10 years.
After I'd been there about a year, I began to write just short stories, little things.
I had lots of time.
Finally, I sent one to a magazine and they published it.
Mr. Kramer happened to read it.
He wrote to me.
Then he came to see me.
He remembered my case.
He said he'd try to help me.
Then one day I was called to the warden's office.
Hello, Robert.
Hello, Mr. Kramer.
Robert, I've got some good news for you.
I've got your parole.
You're free.
Well, you happy?
Sure.
It's just that I still don't quite believe it.
It's official, Tasker.
Here are your papers.
Papers?
That'll make everything easy, won't it?
Passport to a brilliant future.
Ex-con.
Robert, I know it's going to be a little hard to adjust at first, but there's a job in my
office that I...
Thanks, Mr. Kramer, but I don't want charity even from you.
I don't want charity, Robert.
I need a clerk in my office or I wouldn't have offered you the job.
You don't have to stay if you don't want to, but you'll be doing me a favor if you try it.
Well, I guess I owe you at least one favor.
No, Tasker, you're buying.
Good luck.
Just remember that what's happened up here is water over the dam.
Don't hold any grudges.
I don't hold any grudges.
There's one man I hate, that's all.
A man you hate, Robert?
What's the use of kidding about it?
His name is Arthur Hines and I hate him.
Simple as that.
Well, forget it, son.
Hines was D.A. then.
He was just doing a job, that's all.
He had nothing against you.
He was doing a job all right.
Robert, you mustn't feel that way.
You'll get along with Hines all right.
Get along with him?
In the office.
Oh, didn't I tell you?
Arthur Hines is my new partner.
Well, it certainly threw me for a second to hear I was going to be working side by side
with that...
Well, I figured they were right and I shouldn't hold grudges.
I made up my mind to play ball.
The work wasn't hard and I was able to do some writing on the side.
Mr. Craig always encouraged me in that and Peggy helped me a lot too.
She helped me to believe in myself.
All that time I never saw Mr. Hines.
He was out of town or something.
And then one day he came back.
I was nervous at the idea of seeing him but I thought I was all over my resentment then.
He was in his office with someone.
He had come in the private entrance.
I was out in the ante room with Peggy by the switchboard when I heard the commotion.
Don't you understand the English language?
No.
You're a liar.
Now you get out of here.
Get out.
Don't give me that, Hines.
You'll be the goner or you know who has.
I don't know anything about it.
I don't want to know.
Don't you think I've got enough trouble nowadays keeping mugs like you out of the pen without
being the fence for what you stole?
Now you get out of my office and stay out.
Okay, but I'll be back.
Fifty thousand dollars is a lot of money.
What do you want?
Why...
What brings you here, Mr. Hines?
My name's Robert Tasker.
Did Mr. Craig tell you about me?
I knew I'd seen you before.
You're that punk kid I sent up to San Quentin.
What's for ten years?
What do you mean you're working here?
Well, Mr. Craig got me out.
He gave me a job.
Job of what?
Snooping outside my office?
Oh, I wasn't...
Don't talk back to me, you dirty little jail rat!
You...
Why you...
Robert, don't!
Let me go.
Well, what's the trouble here?
Robert?
Let me go.
Stop it.
Calm down.
What's the matter?
What's the idea of bringing this kid into the office, Max?
Isn't it bad enough to have to work with criminals all day without...
Robert's not a criminal.
He's here because I want him to be here.
Because I believe in him and trust him.
Oh, yeah?
You don't still have anything against Robert, do you?
I just don't like anybody hanging around outside my door when I'm having a private conference,
that's all.
All right, all right.
Now, look.
Robert Tasker is one of the finest, most gifted young people I've ever known.
I want him to get along here.
And I want him to get along with you, too, Arthur.
Really?
Well, to me, I can get along with anybody.
Well, I've got to be in court.
Wait a minute.
Now, shake hands with both of you, will you?
Well, anything to keep peace in the family.
That's fine.
Everything forgotten.
Sound off on a clean slate, right?
Sure.
Well, I'll see you later in the afternoon, Max.
Oh, Robert, come into my office for a minute, will you?
Sure.
My boy, I'm terribly sorry.
I don't know how to begin to apologize.
Why should you apologize?
Oh, it was all my fault.
I don't know how I could have been stupid enough not to tell him beforehand for both
your sakes.
I know.
But I just don't like him and he doesn't like me.
Oh, Robert, you're wrong there.
It's just that things have been happening lately to upset him, like this fellow Marvin
and his $50,000.
You know about that?
Well, Robert, you know, we have to deal with some peculiar people in this business.
There's a poor fellow who's been in prison himself for the last five years.
He had quite a lot of money when he went in.
Oh, he stole it, I guess.
Oh, he thinks Hines hijacked it on him, huh?
If he ever really had it.
He says he left it with a pal of his.
Later the pal was killed in a gunfight.
Galucci, you remember the case?
Yeah, I remember something about it.
Anyway, just before he died, he told somebody he'd left the money with Hines.
That's how the story goes.
You know how these things travel on the grapevine.
It's all nonsense, of course.
That guy meant business just the same.
That probably explains the whole thing.
Hines is a little scared.
Well, don't let it worry you, Robert.
You will stay, won't you?
Believe me, it's for the best.
Well, I've got to trust somebody, I guess.
Well, trust me, Robert.
I've never given you a bum steer, have I?
No.
Okay.
That's the spirit.
And any other little troubles, you just bring them to me, see?
Thanks.
Well, I guess I'd better relieve Peggy on the board.
Keep your chin up, kid.
Sure.
Sorry I kept you waiting, Peggy.
That's all right.
Hey, Peggy, what's the matter?
Shh.
Please.
Don't say anything.
But Peggy, what is it?
Robert, I'm scared.
Of what, Hines?
Don't be silly.
No, no, it's not him.
Well, what is it?
Robert, I shouldn't, but I've got to tell someone.
Well, sure you have.
Come on, take it easy now.
What is it?
Well, I've never told anyone before.
Neither Mr. Hines nor Mr. Craig are known.
I'd die if they did.
You wouldn't tell anyone, would you?
Of course I won't.
Come on, come on, spell it.
You saw that man who was in here who was arguing with Mr. Hines about the $50,000?
Yeah.
Well, it's true.
There is $50,000.
There is $50,000 somewhere.
Yeah?
Well, how do you know all this?
I know and I'm scared.
Robert, he's a killer.
That guy?
Well, I wouldn't be surprised, but how do you know?
Because he's my own brother.
I had a hunch to lamb out of there right then.
I knew something was going to happen, but I hated to run out on Peggy when she was in
the jam and might need help.
And I didn't want to let Mr. Craig down either, so I stayed.
Then one day, about two weeks later, it came.
I hadn't had any more trouble with Hines.
He was out of town most of the time anyway.
He was still out of town that day.
The day that he died.
Craig and Hines.
I'm sorry he's out of town.
You might try later this afternoon.
Yes, I'll tell Mr. Hines.
Say Peggy.
Uh-huh?
Do you know when Mr. Craig will be in?
No, he didn't say.
He's still over in the court.
Harry.
Where is he?
Who?
You know who.
Hines.
Oh, Harry, I told you not to come.
I begged you not to.
Sure, sure.
Always a little pal.
Always a little...
Hey, wait a minute.
What does this guy know?
I told him that we were... that you were my brother.
But nobody else knows him.
Yeah, sure.
Okay.
What do I care?
I care about one thing.
Harry, you promised you wouldn't come up here.
Where's Hines?
I don't know.
He's out.
Well, then I'll wait till he comes back.
Harry, you must...
I'm staying.
I'll get it out of him.
Harry, your sister said you should leave.
Keep out of this, punk.
I don't like that word, pal.
Robert, listen.
Will you watch the board for a few minutes?
Sure.
It's lunchtime anyway.
Harry, I've got some things I want to talk over with you, privately.
Yeah?
What things?
About Hines and you know.
Come on, we'll go downstairs to the grill in the lobby.
You wouldn't be trying to ease me out of here, would you?
No, honest.
I've got to talk to you, Harry.
Come on.
Okay, and listen, pal.
Yeah?
If Mr. Hines comes in, you tell him I was here and tell him he better come across or
else.
Is that all?
That's enough, isn't it?
You know what I mean.
Plenty.
Sure.
Craig and Hines.
Hello, Robert.
This is Max Craig.
Oh, yes, Mr. Craig.
Hey.
You there all alone, pegging out to lunch, huh?
Yes, she is.
Well, that can't be helped.
I'm in a hurry.
Now, I'll tell you what I want you to do.
Yes, sir.
I'm across the street in the courthouse, Judge Andrews Court, the Ellsworth case.
Now, there's some notes I've got to have over here right away.
They're in my own handwriting and pencil and clearly marked Ellsworth.
Yes, sir.
You'll find them in Mr. Hines' office.
The pages all clipped together.
I don't know exactly where in his office.
It may be on his desk or maybe one of the drawers or in the file.
I don't know exactly where in his office.
It may be on his desk or maybe one of the drawers or in the file.
I'll be waiting for you.
I left the switchboard and went into Mr. Hines' office.
I started looking around for the notes.
I looked everywhere.
The desk drawers, the piling cabinet.
I even tried to look in the safe, but it was locked.
Then I noticed some yellow papers on top of the bookcase.
I reached up and took them down.
I was standing there with my back to the private entrance, looking the papers over to be sure
that they were right ones when...
What are you doing in here?
Mr. Craigert wanted some papers, Mr. Hines.
I thought I told you to stay away from my office.
What are you snooping around in here for?
Well, Mr. Craigert told me to look in here for...
Yeah?
There's something mighty funny going on around this office.
There's nothing funny, Mr. Hines.
What did Mr. Craigert just say?
I say there is.
What's that switchboard girl doing sneaking around the lobby with Harry Marvin?
Tried to duck me, but I saw him.
First, the switchboard girl turns out to have a crazy ex-convict for a boyfriend and now...
That's a lie.
He's her brother.
Her brother?
Oh, so that's it.
I shouldn't have said that, Mr. Hines.
I don't know anything about it.
Oh, you don't?
Well, I do.
I get it now.
I knew there was something.
All of a sudden, I get it.
Mr. Hines, there's nothing to get.
Yeah, so the girl and her brother go down to the lobby.
I don't know anything about it.
Yeah, so the girl and her brother go down to the lobby and set themselves an alibi because
they know I'll suspect them.
And then they get you to do their dirty work for a nice fat cut, I suppose.
That's what you think.
Please, Mr. Hines, don't talk that way.
Well, you didn't find it, did you?
And you won't.
Now get out of here, you little punk, before I...
I said don't talk that way.
Why, you dirty, thieving little stirbuck.
I told you not to talk that way.
He fell and just lay there.
For a minute, I didn't know what to do.
Then I knew I'd have to tell Mr. Kroeger.
I knew I was all worse up there anyway.
I couldn't very well expect even a man like Mr. Kroeger to choose between his law partner
and me.
And I couldn't stay in the same office with Mr. Hines after what had happened.
But somehow, I wanted to tell Mr. Kroeger myself before anyone else did.
I went out to the switchboard and dialed the courthouse number.
Judge Andrews, court, Johnson speaking.
I want to speak to Mr. Max Kroeger.
This is office calling, please.
Well, I don't see him around here right now.
The court's in recess.
I know, but try to locate him, will you?
It's important.
Okay, hold the line.
I sat there waiting for them to find Mr. Kroeger.
And all of a sudden, I remembered the papers he wanted.
I cut off the call on the switchboard.
I had to take the papers over to him anyway, and I thought I might as well go over and
give him the papers and tell him what had happened and get it over with.
I was starting for the front door of the office.
No, no, no.
Then I heard a sound from Mr. Hines' office behind me.
At first, I thought he was just coming to, and I kept going.
Then something sort of clicked in my mind, and I stopped.
The sound hadn't seemed quite right for a man just coming to.
I listened, but I didn't hear anything more.
That didn't seem quite natural either.
I went back and opened the door to Mr. Hines' office.
He was lying there just as I had left him, and there was something different.
I went over and looked at him more closely.
His face was a terrible gray.
I touched his wrist, feeling for his pulse.
The next thing I knew, I was down on my knees tearing open his collar, but even then I knew
it wasn't any use.
Mr. Hines was dead.
I don't know how long I stood there in the room.
It might have been hours.
It might have been only a couple of minutes.
I just stood there, my mind dazed, and yet at the same time racing through a thousand
half-formed plots and schemes of escape, of what I could say, of some way out of it.
Then the switchboard began to buzz with an incoming call.
It sort of brought me to my senses more than anything else.
I went to answer it.
Kroeger and Hines.
Robert, are you still there?
Mr. Kroeger, I...
Where are those notes?
Haven't you found them yet?
Yes, I found them all right.
Well, bring them over here.
I need them right away.
Mr. Kroeger, I...
Robert, what's the matter with you?
I...
I just killed Mr. Hines.
You're just making it hard for yourself, Tesker.
I've told you what happened.
In a pig's eye you have.
Well, I don't have to talk if I don't want to.
Oh, no?
I'm waiting for Mr. Kroeger.
I told you that.
Kroeger, what do you think he's gonna do for you?
I don't know.
Well, I do.
He's gonna see that you're burned.
That's what he's gonna do for you.
Maybe.
I suspect you killed a man's law partner right in his own office.
You think he's gonna help you?
Are you crazy?
Well, he told me he'd come down.
Sure, of course he'll come down to give evidence against you.
Now, listen, Tesker.
Oh, yeah?
To give a full confession, we may be able to get you a break.
All right.
Mr. Kroeger's outside, Captain.
He wants to see you.
Sure, send him in.
Okay, Mr. Kroeger.
Thank you.
Oh, hi, boys.
Hey, Mr. Kroeger.
Hello, Robert.
Hello, Mr. Kroeger.
I've been treating you all right?
Pretty good.
Fine.
I don't like to have my people treated roughly.
You know what?
You heard me, Captain, and while you're at it, you might as well take those handcuffs
off of him.
Because from this moment, he's out on bond, released in my custody.
I've got the papers right here.
Say, are you crazy?
Certainly not.
I simply don't believe the boy did it, that's all.
Well, I'll be...
All right, Hawkshaw.
Who do you think did it?
That, Captain, is your department.
My job is simply to defend an innocent man.
Now, look, Kroeger, don't try to kid us.
It's an open and shut case.
Tesker's the only person who had the opportunity, the only one who had a motive.
Uh-huh.
Well?
Not to speak ill of the deed, Captain.
Although Arthur Hines was my lower partner, it is unfortunately true that quite a number
of people at least thought they had a motive.
Sure.
So maybe this ex-con Harry Marvin had a motive, or even the dame on the switchboard had a motive,
for all I know.
But they couldn't have done it.
Fifty people saw him together downstairs in the lobby of the building at the time the murder
was committed.
Oh, you talked to them, have you?
Sure.
So what?
Listen, this kid admits he had a quarrel with Hines.
He always hated him anyway.
He admits he hit him.
So he picks the paperweight off the desk and smashes him over the head.
Wait a minute.
You didn't say anything about that, Robert?
No, I didn't even know about it before.
I didn't hit him with a paperweight.
Stop it, will you?
The back of the man's head is bashed in with that paperweight.
This kid's fingerprints are all over it.
What's so funny?
This is murder, mister.
I'm sorry, but you find out if you ever try to bring this boy to trial for killing Arthur
Hines with a paperweight.
Listen, Craig, I know you're pretty smart.
I know you go around bragging you never lost a case.
And that goes for this one.
Double.
But you're not going to make a chump out of me.
This boy is going to be indicted for murder.
He's going to be convicted of murder.
And he's going to burn for murder.
Indicted, convicted, burned.
Three promises.
And the first one's already happened.
The second one, well, even I can see we don't stand much chance.
And the third one, I just try not to think about it.
I'm not going to be a good judge, Mr. Craig, up before that jury.
Acting as though it was an absolute certainty that I'd be cleared.
Pleading for me as though I were the only guy in the world.
Because well, that's the kind of a man he is.
Ladies and gentlemen, it is my firm conviction that when you've heard this boy's story from
his own lips and went through it, you have in some measure, as I have in large measure,
gained insight into the depth and integrity of his character and spirit, you will also
believe him innocent.
He is innocent.
Now, Robert, I'll ask you to take a stand.
Raise your right hand.
You swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth, to help your God?
I do.
Now, Robert, just for the record, will you tell the court your full name?
Robert Loringtasca.
Your age?
Twenty-four.
Your mother and father are dead.
You have no living relatives?
No, not one.
Now, before you begin your story, there are one or two extremely important points that
I particularly wish to emphasize to the court.
Now, tell me, Robert, how long was it between the time you quarreled with Mr. Himes and
the time you went back into his office and found him dead?
Not long, six or seven minutes, perhaps.
But it was long enough for someone to have entered Mr. Himes' office by the back entrance,
struck him, and left again, was it not?
Yes, it was long enough for that to have happened.
Would you have necessarily heard such a person enter the office?
No, you can't hear much from outside when the door's closed.
Particularly if there were no conversation, because Mr. Himes is already unconscious.
Is that correct?
Yes, then I wouldn't have heard anything.
Now, concerning this famous paperweight the prosecution has talked so much about, I have
it here.
Do you recognize it?
Yes, it was always on Mr. Himes' desk.
Now, when you went into his office, at my order, to look for certain papers, you touched
this paperweight, did you not?
Yes, I saw just about everything on the desk.
Exactly.
In other words, your fingerprints would be found not only on this paperweight, but on
practically everything else in the room.
Well, yes, they would.
In due course, Your Honor, we shall demonstrate that such is, in fact, precisely the case.
Now, Robert, when Mr. Himes found you in his room, he was irate and highly suspicious,
was he not?
Yes, he was.
In fact, he even suspected that there was some plot against him involving Peggy, the
switchboard girl, and the client of his name, Harry Marvin.
Yes, he did.
You denied this, saying that in fact they were brother and sister?
Yes.
Yes, that's right.
How is that again?
You denied the charge of a plot saying that Peggy and Harry Marvin were brother and sister.
And Mr. Himes went so far as to accuse you of stealing?
Your Honor.
Yes?
Your Honor, there's something I've just thought of, some new evidence.
I'd like a few minutes alone with my lawyer, please.
Well, if counsel has no objection.
Robert, what is it?
It's just something that I think I ought to tell you in private.
Very well.
If Your Honor, please, then.
By all means.
Perhaps you would like to use my chambers.
Thank you, Your Honor.
Come along, Robert.
Well, you didn't have to lock the door, Robert.
I wanted to be private.
All right.
But Robert, you mustn't worry like this.
Let me do the worrying.
They can't convict you.
If there's a reasonable doubt, that's the law.
And there is a reasonable doubt.
Somebody did come in and hit Hines in those six or seven minutes.
It must have been that way.
Yeah, I know.
Of course you do.
We've been over the whole thing.
Now, let's go back into that courtroom.
Mr. Craig, there's something I haven't told you.
Something you haven't told me?
What?
Well, it's not something, but it's kind of important because it's something I never told
anyone.
Well, what is it?
I never told anyone that Peggy was Harry Marvin's sister, except Mr. Hines, by mistake.
And he's dead.
Now, Robert, don't you think that's a little trivial to be...
No.
Because you know about it.
You just said so in the courtroom.
Well, I...
There's only one way you could have found out.
He must have been in your office when I had the fight with Hines and heard me tell him.
Robert, that's ridiculous.
Oh, no, it isn't.
And you're right.
Somebody did come in in those six or seven minutes and kill Hines.
You did.
You're crazy.
Yes, it must have been for that $50,000 you hijacked the hijacker.
And you knew they'd pin it on me with my record.
Maybe that's why you got me out of the pen in the first place.
It is, isn't it?
Well, I'm not going to stay here and listen to any such nonsense.
Oh, yes, you are, because I'm going to get the truth out of you right now.
You planned it that way, didn't you?
You sent me into Hines' office that day and you probably sent him.
And you figured you were such a hot lawyer that might even get me off at 20 years or
so to ease your dirty conscience, didn't you?
Talk, Kroeger.
You won't get anywhere using violence with me.
No.
Talk!
Now, wait a minute.
Even if I did confess, it wouldn't hold up as evidence.
Talk!
Listen!
Listen, we've postponed the trial.
I can get you out of the country.
I'll give you money.
That's all I wanted to know.
Talk!
No, don't!
You're dead!
You killed him!
That's why you were when I found you at court and I could find you, weren't you?
You were killing Hines, weren't you?
Yes, yes, I did.
I did it.
I killed him.
Okay.
I guess we can unlock the door now.
What's going on here?
He's under the garb of him!
He's crazy.
He attacked me.
So I gather.
He even killed me a murder.
Yes, I heard him.
Tell me, Kroeger, where were you when this boy phoned you here at court when they couldn't
find you?
Why, as a matter of fact, I was right here, right in this very room.
I had some work to do.
I wanted privacy.
Your court was in recent.
You were out of town.
Yes, I know.
But there's something you don't know.
I, hey, what?
On the day of the murder, the floor of this room was being repainted.
And the paint, Mr. Kroeger, was quite wet.
Your Honor, the defense rests.
And so closes the defense rest starring Alan Ladd.
Tonight's tale of Suspense.
Alan Ladd appeared through the courtesy of Paramount Pictures, producers of Lady in the
Dark.
John McIntyre played lawyer Max Kroeger.
Before Mr. Ladd returns to our microphone, here is a definition of yourself that may
interest you.
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Well, this is Alan Ladd.
It was a pleasure to make another appearance on this program, which is a great favorite
of mine.
Next week they tell me Ladd Krieger will be your star, and I know you'll want to be listening,
because I certainly will.
Good night.
Suspense is produced and directed by William Spear.
Tonight's play was written by Roland Brown and Robert L. Richards.
Don't forget then next Thursday for Ladd Krieger in Suspense.
Presented by Roma wines, R-O-M-A, made in California for enjoyment throughout the world.
This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System.