The "corpse" lifts his head slightly as he is dragged over an uneven place in the hard floor of the carriage house.
Millie: I wish I was dead!
Mr. Princey: Yes, unfortunately that wouldn't help matters now.
Alfred Hitchcock: I presume that that story was to indicate that blood is thicker than water. I always find it heartwarming to see a family standing shoulder to shoulder in the face of adversity. Unfortunately, the authorities were not thrilled by this sight, and were seen tossing about such phrases as "obstructing justice," "accessory after the fact," "murder in the first degree…" (shakes his head) Very nasty. The Princeys received substantial sentences. You see, unfortunately Captain Smollet played the game. When the police arrived, he insisted on his innocence, thus confusing poor Millicent to such an extent that she re-enacted the crime with her father as the victim. Broke the croquet mallet. (Turns to his teapot) I believe I'll have another. (pours from what looks to be a creamer) No more vermouth. Oh, well, fortunately there are plenty of olives (takes an olive from what appears to be a sugar bowl and then swallows) That was exceedingly dry. Next week, we shall be back at the same old stand. Please drop in again. Good night.
[As we begin, the camera pans to an easel with a sign that reads "MOVED TO A NEW LOCATION". It continues to pan till we see Alfred lying on a shelf next to a tea set.]
Alfred Hitchcock: Oh, good evening. I'm so glad you found me. As you can see, our, uh, new quarters are rather modest, but we like the location and thought the change might do us good, also. And now, if you don't mind, I would like to indulge in an old American custom. No matter how busy they are, or what the surroundings may be, Americans never omit this quaint ritual. If you don't care to join me, I think you'll find our play is about to begin on one of the lower shelves.