We hardly know who to thank, Lady Macbeth or Hawthorne's Scarlet Woman, but all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten the blood-stained hand of nightclub piano-player turned murderer Tommy Grant (Robert Loggia) until... the ending we'd love to reveal, but can't.
It's Puerto Rican actress Miriam Colon who steals this distinctly cheap show (before going on to better things such as Scarface, also with Robert Loggia), speaking her lines with charm and conviction. She dies in the first few minutes, stabbed by insanely jealous ex-lover Tommy, who has had to stay at the piano all evening, watching her canoodling with her new man.
The cops don't suspect Tommy at first, because the new lover was supposedly too drunk to know what he was doing, though he does not act in that way at all. The one who succeeds in acting drunk (quite difficult, in fact) is Anna Lee Carroll as Tommy's spare girlfriend, little cutesy-pops Nina.
Neither the plot, the dialogue or the acting measure up to the rest of the series. A whole lot of Tommy's mates suddenly descend on his flat to try and cheer him up with a card-game before the inquest, which does not move the plot forward at all. Loggia is only pretending to play the piano (he would have done better with his hands out of sight). Nina is stuck with that cliché line "And now, if you'll excuse me..." that should have been given a decent burial long before 1959. Also, just for once, your host John Newland fails to hold the attention in his top-&-tail commentary.
And this short video needed two scriptwriters? Yik.