Jerry Pizzitola

It’s Harold Blodgett’s birthday, and the poor guy’s having a rough time of it. The alarm clock won’t shut off, his wife won’t wake up, the cleaner’s neglected to get that annoying stain out of his trousers, and so on. To cap it off, when he returns home from the office that same day, he finds a mysterious pair of shady characters lounging around his apartment. According to them, Harold hired them to murder his wife, and they’ve done just that. Have they? Did he? What’s going on here?