Stars: Ida Lupino, John Bryant, Carleton G. Young
Director: Roy Kellino
Kit and her fiancé are hosting a Mardi Gras costume party at her huge mansion when frightening news arrives. Her ex-husband, a crazed murderer, has just escaped from prison and is believed to be costumed as the corpse-like character from Poe’s “The Masque of the Red Death.”
Crazy Organ: Hank Sylvern
Starring: Robert Emhardt, Virginia Gilmore, Royal Dano
A bookkeeper Horace Maybee has been skimming money for years from the small finance company where he works. With auditors coming in to examine the books, he becomes desperate to replace the funds in a hurry.
Crazy Organ: Hank Sylvern
Starring: Barry Nelson, Don Hanmer, Jack Warden
Cocky newspaper reporter Turk Wilson has made it clear in articles and in person that he believes druggist Max Hensig murdered his wife. When Hensig goes to trial, he puts Wilson on notice that there are many undetectable ways to kill a man.
What do you know about me?
About my somberness?
About this missing you
About my strange tears
What do you know about me?
When I stay lonely
About my special moments, about my ravings
What do you know about me?
About my feelings, I’ve been drawing close to you
For such a long time
What do you know about I who have dreamed so much about you?
Taffetas dress, bootees
And you who think I’m crazy
In my sandcastle
You who no longer believe in us
You who think I’m at fault
What do you know about me?
About the waters I swim
The one in which I drown in search of your face
It appears sometimes, that you know nothing at all
What do you know about the sky?
When it is shrouded in the mist
It looks drab to you
It’s filled with stars
That’s how I am
My eyelids shut
You cannot see what’s within certain things
What do you know about the wings of the wounded bird
It’s the only one who remembers that it once knew how to fly
The rebel defeated without you there is no one
It is without sun, paradise without haven
And you who think I’m crazy
In my sandcastle
You who no longer believe in us
You who think I’m at fault
What do you know about me?
About the waters I swim
The one in which I drown in search of your face
It appears sometimes, that you know nothing at all
What do you know about me?
What do you know about you?
What do you know about us?
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