Screen director's playhouse, stars, Carrie Grant, Betsy Drake, production, shadow of a doubt, director Alfred Hitchcock.

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Ladies and gentlemen, on this first hour-long program of a new screen director's playhouse theory, we once again applaud the art and artistry of the Screen Director, in this case Mr. Alfred Hitchcock.

In many excellent creations for the screen, he has earned the title of Master of Suspense.

May we again prove his mastery tonight as we present our adaptation of Mr. Hitchcock's shadow of a doubt, starring Carrie Grant as Uncle Charlie and Betsy Drake as Charlie.

In my own garage, in my own home in Santa Rosa, and I think perhaps I'm going to die.

The blue poison gas is coming out of the exhaust of the automobile, the doors of the car are locked, and I can't turn the motor off.

And the doors of the garage are jammed shut, and I think I'm going to die.

Uncle Charlie, I'm glad you're my uncle.

Are you Charlie? Are you?

When I was a little girl, we talked like that. Uncle Charlie and I. Uncle Charlie.

I leave namesake, Charlie. Charlie. I think I loved him more than anyone.

Now I'm in here, and I'll die here. And he's outside, and he's smiling and handsome. Just like when he came to visit us. Just a little while ago. Uncle Charlie.

Pops him so excited. So is your mother, Charlie. You'd think I was waiting for my fiancee or something.

And? No. Don't you think it's time to stop reading that book? No. But he's almost here. That's all right. I've got my reading schedule. Uncle Charlie will understand. He'll understand your spoil, Brad.

Ha ha. Mother says he was spoiled himself. Mother says he was the youngest. Fight me. Look, Pops, the train starts. There he is.

Uncle Charlie. Well, Charlie. My, my. You're a beauty.

Charlie. That's Joe. How are you? Where's Emily? The cling dinner. But ends here. Hi, Uncle Charlie.

Oh, hi. I bet you don't even remember me. Sort of. Do you read much? I used to. I read on the schedule. Do books a week. Uncle Charlie. Are you all right?

I mean, fit is a fiddle, that's me. Oh, well, when you got off the train, the way the porter helped you, I thought you might be sick or something.

Do I look sick? You look wonderful. Well, let's go. Emily's waiting. Here, I'll take this bag. Just follow and then feed you the car.

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