- [opening narration]
- Hitchcock's Stand-In: [Chewing gum, Hitchcock's stand-in looks like a college kid with a light-coloured jacket, white shirt, checkered bow tie, slicked back hair, and an American drawl] Hiya.
- [holds up a finger briefly]
- Hitchcock's Stand-In: I'm not Hitchcock. I'm Alfred, his stand-in. Someone has to stand here while the lights and the cameras are adjusted and all that stuff, see? And the old boy just don't have the time. I got the job 'cause I look like him. That's what they say, but not to my face.
- [looks off-camera briefly and nods in that direction]
- Hitchcock's Stand-In: I see they're rolling him in. You suppose I'll look like that when I'm his age?
- Alfred Hitchcock: [the real Hitchcock walks into frame] That will be all, Alfred.
- Hitchcock's Stand-In: Arrivederci, daddy-O.
- [Hitchcock's stand-n saunters off after an exaggerated bow]
- Alfred Hitchcock: Cheeky fellow, isn't he? Unfortunately, he may soon be more than a stand-in. We are planning to send out a second company to tour the provinces, and Alfred will play my part. Which brings us to tonight's thrilling shocker. It is called "Jonathan."
- [last lines]
- Rosie Dalliford: So it was you, Gil. You killed Jonathan. You're going to have to remember that for the rest of your life.
- Rosie Dalliford: See, you almost won and you didn't even know it. Because you hated me more than you loved him.
- [afterword]
- Alfred Hitchcock: [the real Hitchcock speaks] Those of you who like to see nasty people receive their comeuppance, will be delighted with the results of tonight's tale. Gil took his story to the police, and he and Rosine were promptly punished. She for murder and he for intent to murder. There is, however, a brighter side to all this. Both have become model prisoners. This concludes tonight's divertissement. But please remained tuned to this channel. I am not familiar with the program which follows, nor the one after that. But I have seen the story we are presenting next time, and I think it's worth waiting for. Good night.
- [first lines]
- Gil Dalliford: [narrating] Everything Jonathan ever told me I remember. Even what he said about the water in the boathouse. Was I five or six when I asked him about Mother? "The waves," he said. "Your mother's dying was like the waves, drawn away by a tide, no longer an individual wave, but once again a part of a total surface." Every important moment of my life is a moment I had with Jonathan. Every incident, everything in this room is a memory of Jonathan. This table. We made it together. It took nearly six months because Jonathan insisted it had to be perfect. And this, for the men's doubles at the club. We'd lost the first set and were down four games in the second. And Jonathan looked at me with that funny little grin he had, as much as to say, "All right, Gil, it's all right. There's still time and we can do it!" And we did. We were the perfect team. Why, I wouldn't even call him "Dad" or "Father" like the other kids did. To me, he was always Jonathan. Jonathan, I was right about Rosine. She made you think I was spoiled and unreasonable.