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In tonight's presentation of...
Suspense.
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As with song and story, we tell you about St. James Infirmary Blues.
Our star, Time Magazine's cover girl, Miss Rosemary Clooney.
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I went down to St. James Infirmary.
I saw my sweetheart there.
All stretched out on a long white table.
So pale, so cold, so thin.
Hey, how do you like it, honey?
It's all right.
You know who that is over there?
Brock, Brock Martin and all those guys around him.
Every one of them gangsters.
I told you tonight.
I told you I'd take you to the fanciest speakeasy in New York.
That Brock, he owns this whole end of town.
You see the way they let me in, Sheila?
It was very impressive, Freddy, dear.
And how do you like the liquor here, huh?
Right from Canada.
You know, one thing about Brock.
Freddy?
Yeah, honey?
Who's he?
Huh?
The boy with the black hair.
Oh, he's Brock's trigger.
What does that mean, honey?
Baby, baby.
Trigger.
Trigger means you want somebody out of the way.
Shot.
And the boy with the black hair does it?
That's what the papers say.
That's Nick Volpe.
You know him?
Oh, you point these guys out, you don't know him.
Hey, where you going?
That's what he said.
Three to two on Dempsey and Philly tomorrow, Brock.
Don't you think we ought to take a hunker?
Whatever you say, Nicky.
Whatever Nicky says.
This yours, Nicky?
Nicky hasn't started to find out yet.
Who are you, baby?
Sheila.
This is Sheila, Brock.
Why?
Tell him, baby.
It's a dull place.
I don't like dull.
You see, Brock?
Sit down, Sheila.
I've got a table.
I know, I saw.
I know.
You stared, Nicky, but I was too far away.
You really couldn't tell.
Freddie?
Hello, Mr. Volpe.
You're who?
Oh, just a customer.
Just brought Sheila here.
Sheila.
It was lovely, Freddie.
I guess we better go now.
Goodbye, Freddie.
Hey, I can't leave you here with these things.
Sheila.
Valentino's playing down the street, Freddie.
Go see him.
Do that.
Hi, Nick.
The dull went away, didn't it?
Keep it like that.
Sure.
I'd roam the wide world over, but none so sweet, so fair, as my loving baby Nicky, like
red rockets in the air.
Having fun, Sheila?
Love it.
How fast are we going?
How fast, Cleo?
60.
Next corner, Cleo.
I know where to stop, Nicky.
Don't worry.
You all right, baby?
You think so?
Yeah, yeah, I do.
You're not going to get hurt, are you?
Nah, never.
Be back in a minute.
Cleo.
Yes, ma'am?
How long have you been with Nicky?
Driving him?
Oh, a long time.
He's nice, isn't he?
Not while he's collecting.
Not now he isn't.
But exciting.
You ought to go home.
Exciting.
This week, a whole week of Nicky.
You don't...
All right, let's get going, Cleo.
Any trouble, boss?
Just pie.
Little guy in that store even thanked me for the protection we give him.
Nicky.
What, baby?
Nothing, just Nicky.
You're not smiling, Nicky.
Trouble?
Oh, not much.
Cleo.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I know I'll take it slow.
Get down in the car, baby.
Nicky.
Get down, I told you.
All right, beat it.
Sheila, honey.
What?
You know why that happened?
You know why that man's store just blew up in his face?
Sheila, when I tell you to do something, you'll do it, huh?
Come in.
Funny, I was just thinking about you, Nick.
While I was mixing this drink, I was thinking, wouldn't it be...
Shut up.
All right.
Here, take my drink.
Lousy fools.
What's the matter, Nick?
Well, if anybody asks you, I've been here for the last five hours.
Sure, but...
What happens if anyone asks you?
You were here five hours, Nick.
All right.
Now you tell me.
Listen to me, a guy got killed.
Who?
What difference does it make?
He was hauling a load of bulls to Montreal.
They didn't make it.
He got hijacked.
They didn't like it.
He didn't do what he was told to do, so he's dead.
You kill him, Nick?
How could I kill him?
I've been here for the last five hours.
That's right, Nick.
It was Brock's bulls.
It was Brock's boy who got killed.
Brock will kill you for it.
You shouldn't.
Listen to me.
Don't you know what I'm telling you?
Nick, you're hurting me.
Brock's gonna kill nobody, you understand?
Nick!
That's the phone.
Hello?
Nicky there.
Who's this?
Brock.
He's here, Brock.
You want to talk to him?
How long's he been there?
Five hours.
Listen, Sheila, tell him something for me.
Tell him McCready never got in with his truck because he got killed.
Tell Nick McCready's gonna have a funeral tomorrow.
Tell him to be there.
I'll tell him.
Nick.
You did good.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
You did good.
I'm scared.
Touch this to you, baby.
The scare's the way of the scare.
50,000 times.
One for each dollar.
All that money?
All that happy time, baby.
Put it away for a rainy day for us.
You like Cuba, baby?
Right now I like it right here.
Nick.
Cuba's later.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
So we went down to the funeral.
A man my naked killed.
Parade of long black autos.
The streets with crowds were filled.
Six crapshooters as Paul Barrett.
A chorus girl sang a song.
With a jazz band on his hearse.
Raising came as we drove along.
Somebody, huh?
But Katie would have liked it.
Where's Nicky, Cleo?
I haven't seen him for the last half hour.
Oh, Michelle.
Oh, hi, Brock.
Hi, Brock.
Hi,
You want your machine?
I'm sorry, Sheila.
What?
Brock's nodding to you.
That means he wants you.
All right.
And here, Sheila, I want to talk to you.
Sit down.
You want a drink?
No.
You want Nicky?
What did you do to him?
Nothing's going to happen to him that you won't know about.
He was with me.
He didn't kill McCready.
I swear he was with me, Brock.
You're a pretty girl, Sheila.
You got a nice face.
Take care of yourself.
Mostly don't lie.
Don't kill him, Brock.
He was the only one that knew about that load of booze from Montreal.
I got a phone call from Patterson, New Jersey, a guy who runs things over there.
He laughed in my face.
He said, my boy Nick just sold him a load of my whiskey.
You want to see Nick?
Sure you do.
Charlie, bring him in.
Inside, big shot.
Nicky.
Hi, Sheila.
It's all right, baby.
It doesn't hurt.
Sure it don't, Nick.
Nothing's going to hurt anymore.
Take him, Charlie.
Let's go.
Big shot.
All right.
It's what we got for you.
You too, Sheila.
Come on.
OK, Cleo.
Yes, sir.
Out, Nick.
Baby.
Come on.
She won't let him go, boys.
Maker.
Yeah.
She let go.
Come on, Nick.
Bye, baby.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Yeah.
Baby.
Nick.
Nicky.
You better believe it, Sheila.
It just happened to him.
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You've been a good girl, Sheila.
I like that.
Let's try the smile when we get inside the club.
Open it, Lefty.
The smile, Sheila, like it just came from a party with laughs.
Hi, Brock, buy you a drink.
Some other time.
Come on, have a drink with me, Brock.
My office, Sheila, inside.
Here, I'll take your coat.
Brock.
Sit down, Sheila.
Drink it.
No.
Nick used to tell me to do things and I did them.
He's dead now.
You're not.
Thank me, Sheila.
You're fat.
Nick was a good boy.
He met you, something happened to him.
He crossed me, now he's dead.
You see what I can do, Sheila?
You're fat and you're old.
I've seen him like you.
Beautiful.
Cultures are weird, aren't they, Sheila?
Good family, money, everything.
But really nothing at all.
Excitement's what you need, isn't it?
What do I do to you, Brock?
I don't know.
But I do it, don't I?
Yeah.
Make me another drink, Brock.
Sheila.
Make me another drink.
All right, Sheila.
Here, drink it, baby, and we'll make it the start of a...
Wipe the gin off your face, Brock.
Enjoy it.
Let me make up my mind about something.
Whether we should ride back to where Nicky got his and throw you away.
You think that would be exciting, Sheila?
Do it right here.
You've got the gun.
Oh, Sheila, Sheila.
You want to kiss me?
Go ahead.
You taste of gin.
I've got to stay alive now, huh, Brock?
Bye.
I left my Nicky's killer The clarinet played so sad
Copped a cab at 44th Street Oh, I had it
Oh, so bad Put on my black lace nightgown
Turned down my cold, cold bed The blues were all around me
And I wished that I was dead
Who is it?
Wait, I'll slip something on.
Nicky.
Let me in.
Sure, sure, Nicky.
Over here.
Lie down.
No, no, listen.
I've got to get him.
I've got to get Brock.
You're hurt.
You're hurt so terribly.
Bring him to me.
You need a doctor, Nicky.
I'll get you a doctor.
And I want one.
I want Brock.
Get him for me.
I'm dying, Sheila.
I've got to get Brock before I die.
You've got to do it for me.
Yes, I can do it for you, Nicky.
And a gun.
Yes.
Go to Cleo.
He'll give you a gun.
Yes.
Lie down, Nick.
Here.
Put your arm around me.
We'll do it, won't we?
We'll kill Brock.
We'll kill him.
Oh, Miss Sheila.
Hello, Cleo.
May I come in?
Well, I don't know.
Sure you do.
What do you want?
I want a gun, Cleo.
Oh, I can't do that, Miss Sheila.
Why not?
Well, Brock didn't say give you a gun.
It doesn't matter.
Oh, you're wrong, Miss Sheila.
That's what matters the most.
You see, if Brock called me and said give you a gun, it'd be all right.
I'll call him.
All right.
You want to know what I'm going to tell him?
Yeah, I know about the gun.
I'll listen in.
About how you were waiting for me when I left his place.
How we went riding and had some drinks.
And how I've, how I've been waiting for you.
And I've been waiting for you.
And I've been waiting for you.
And I've been waiting for you.
And I've been waiting for you.
And I've been waiting for you.
Here.
Thanks, Cleo.
Miss Sheila.
Yes.
What do you want it for?
Let me ask you something, Cleo.
Did you like Nicky?
I liked him all right.
He's alive.
Well, your kid and Brock got written.
Nicky's alive, Cleo.
He liked you.
I thought you'd want it.
Cleo, don't.
And over 79715.
Cleo.
I got to, Miss Sheila.
Brock's my boss.
He's got to know.
Cleo, don't.
You've got to understand, Miss Sheila.
Hello.
Hello.
Hello.
Hello, Brock.
Who is this?
Sheila.
Sheila?
Hello, Sheila.
I'm lonely, Brock.
Doll again, huh?
Doll.
I can fix it, baby.
It'll take you about an hour to get to my place, won't it, Brock?
That's how long I can stand it without you.
Just that long.
See you.
Sheila.
It's me, honey.
How do you feel?
It's better now you're here.
I got the gun, Nick.
Give it to me.
Three bullets missing, Sheila.
I know.
Been fired not long ago, ain't it?
I know.
What happened?
I told Cleo you were alive.
He was going to call Brock.
So you shot him.
Let me hold your neck.
Yeah, baby.
Yeah.
Nicky.
What, baby?
It was easy.
Brock coming?
He'll be here in about a half hour.
Hold me, baby.
No tears, no blues, no blues.
It hurts me to laugh, Sheila, but it's funny.
I'll listen to him.
Do you want me to do it for you, Nick?
Shoot him.
I'd do it.
Just show him in the living room, baby.
Then I'll make an entrance.
You snapped your fingers and I came running, Sheila.
I'll snap them again, Brock.
What are you going to do now?
You tell me.
Now I mean it.
I'll think of something.
Take off your coat.
We'll have some music.
Yeah, sure.
It's a nice place you got here.
Nick liked it.
Tough about him.
Dance with me, honey.
You want to dance with me?
You dance whether you put your hands on it.
I couldn't stand that.
Nick.
All I did was say goodbye to everybody.
What are you going to do, Brock?
No, no, no.
Don't do it, Nick.
You're going to?
No, no, no.
Please, please, Nick.
Say a pretty word before you die.
No, please, please.
No, no.
Now it's over, baby.
Now we'll get a doctor.
No.
Too late, baby.
But it was fun.
Wasn't it fun, Sheila?
Nick, don't die.
Baby.
Nick, Nick.
Nick.
Nick.
Nick.
Nick.
Nick.
Nick.
Nick.
Nick.
Nick.
Nick.
Nick.
Nick.
Nick.
Nick.
Nick.
Nick.
Nick.
Nick.
Nick.
Nick.
Now here's your receipt, Officer.
Received by St. James Infirmary, one body dead on arrival, Brock Garvey.
Also received one Nick Volpe.
He died five minutes after arrival.
Right.
Now what's she doing in there?
The girl?
Oh, just standing by his table staring at him.
Get her.
Okay.
Hey, Miss, the policeman wants you.
He says you gotta go with him now.
Here she is, Officer.
You see what you wanted to see, Miss?
I saw.
I saw my Nicky all stretched out on the table.
So sweet, so cold, so fair.
Let him go, let him go and bless you.
Wherever he may be, he can look this wide world over.
He'll never find a sweet gal like me.
Suspense.
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Next week, the story about a man who felt he was bigger and more important than anything
else in the world and lost his life trying to prove it.
The story is called The Storm.
Our star, Mr. Frank Lovejoy.
That's next week on Suspense.
Suspense is produced and directed by Elliot Lewis with music composed by Lucian Morawick
and conducted by Lut Gluskin.
St. James Infirmary Blues was written for Suspense by Morton Fine and David Friedkin.
In tonight's story, Anthony Barrett was heard as Nick and William Conrad as Brock.
Others in the cast were Billy Hallop, Joseph Kearns, Clayton Post, Vivi Janis, and Shep Menken.
Rosemary Clooney can currently be seen as the star of the Paramount picture, The Stars Are Singing.
And remember next week, Mr. Frank Lovejoy in The Storm.
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