Alfred Hitchcock: I hope you weren't displeased by the lack of bloodshed in tonight's story. It's impossible for us to stage a murder every night. We're running out of victims. Of course, we could replenish our supply by presenting this as an audience participation show. However, for the present at least, I think we'll muddle along in the old way. That's all for tonight. Next time, we shall have another story to tell you, and I hope you will allow us to come into your living room. It's, uh, (glances at ceiling) terribly stuffy closed up in this dusty television set. Good night.
Mason: A thief never believes he's going to get caught, or else he wouldn't be a thief.
Klinker: Mason, friendship ceases when the first card is dealt.
[We open to see Alfred playing Solitaire]
Alfred Hitchcock: Oh, good evening, onlookers. I, uh, seem to be stuck. I don't suppose you see a place for a red seven? No, of course not. This program isn't in color. That's right. You can't distinguish colors, can you? There's nothing to winning, really. That is if you happen to be blessed with a keen eye, an agile mind and no scruples whatsoever. Tonight's play is called, Crack of Doom. As the title suggests, the Crack of Doom is a story about Mason Bridges, his wife, Jessie, his secretary, Della, his friends, Tom Ackley and Sam Clinker. And it begins in the club car of a New York-Chicago streamliner.